Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 195: Don’t stop~

Kaiser felt a strange warmth course through his mind, then a system message appeared.

[New skill acquired: Playboy. You gain increased ease in seducing the opposite sex. Your words gain greater persuasive power and emotional impact.]

A faint smile curved his lips. He immediately understood what it meant. Until now, he had been proceeding on instinct, carried by his natural audacity and his desire for this woman. But from this moment on, his words would carry a different weight. They would more easily find their way to hearts, more surely break down defenses.

And he very much needed that against this woman of ice.

But it also made him reflect on the origin of the system, since it could even influence others.

His fingers slid up along the nape of her neck, gently sinking into the mass of her white hair, which he completely freed from its bun. The strands cascaded over her shoulders.

"You should always wear them like this," he murmured. "They’re too beautiful to be confined."

Seraphina shivered, but this time it wasn’t from cold. She felt the heat of his fingers on her nape, and her rational mind screamed to put an end to this madness. Yet her hands remained inert at her sides, unable to push him away.

"Kaiser..." she began, but his name died on her lips when he leaned in to place a light kiss in the hollow of her neck, right where her pulse raced wildly.

"You smell good," he said between two kisses that slowly climbed along her jaw. "A subtle scent, like flowers that grow under the snow. You only sense them in spring, when the ice melts."

She wanted to protest, to tell him he was rambling, that these poetic comparisons had no place in a private lesson. But when he lifted his head and his gaze plunged into hers, she drowned.

"I’m not lying, Lady Seraphina," he continued, his fingers now tracing soothing circles on her nape. "I’m not saying these things because I want something from you. Because ever since I first laid eyes on you, I haven’t been able to look away."

She shook her head weakly, one last desperate attempt to keep her footing.

"You’re young. Perhaps you’re confusing the respect you have for me with... something else."

He laughed softly, a warm and sincere sound that seemed to fill the entire office space.

"I’m not confusing anything at all. I know what I feel. The question is: do you know what you feel?"

His free hand came to rest on her waist, through the thick fabric of her dress. He felt her stomach contract under the light pressure of his fingers.

"How long has it been since you were last touched, Seraphina?" he asked, dropping the formal title for the first time.

Her eyes misted over, and she looked away, ashamed of this sudden weakness.

"That doesn’t matter," she breathed.

"On the contrary, it matters more than anything in the world." He drew her a little closer, close enough that their bodies almost touched.

He tilted his head and his lips met hers.

It was not a passionate or hurried kiss. It was a slow, exploratory kiss, as if he had all the time in the world to discover the taste of her mouth. Her lips were soft, hesitant at first, then she yielded. Her hands, until then paralyzed, finally rose and came to rest on his chest—not to push him away, but to cling to him.

When they parted, she was breathing lightly, her cheeks colored with a pink she hadn’t seen on her face since adolescence.

"You... you shouldn’t," she repeated, but her voice lacked conviction.

"I should, on the contrary," he replied, capturing her lips again. "I should kiss you until you forget even the name of the man who ignored you all these years."

This time the kiss was deeper, more insistent. His tongue caressed hers, and she let out a small moan against his mouth. She felt her legs wobble and pressed herself tighter against him to keep from falling.

He took the opportunity to slide his hands along her back, following her curves through the silky fabric of her dress. When he reached her hips, he gripped them firmly to press her against him.

Seraphina gasped as she felt her body react so intimately. It had been so long. So long that she had forgotten what it was like to burn.

He left her lips to descend along her neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses. He gently nibbled the sensitive skin at the junction of her shoulder, and she had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out.

"Kaiser..." she panted, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

He lifted his head, his dark eyes plunging into hers.

"Tell me to stop," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "If you want me to stop, say it now."

She looked at him, panting, senses in turmoil, the ice of an entire lifetime shattered into a thousand pieces at her feet. She knew she should say yes, that she should end this madness before it was too late. But when she opened her mouth, the words that came out were entirely different:

"Don’t stop."

He smiled, a victorious but tender smile, and kissed her again with redoubled passion. His hands slid up along her ribs, stopping just below her breasts, his thumbs drawing circles through the fabric.

Seraphina arched her back instinctively, seeking that contact, and when he finally took her breasts in his palms, she let out a long, trembling sigh. Her nipples hardened immediately under his expert fingers that found them, pinching them gently through the dress.

"You’re so sensitive," he murmured, visibly excited by her reactions. "It’s delicious."

She didn’t answer, too busy savoring every sensation that washed over her. Her own hands found their way to his hair, burying themselves in it, drawing his face closer to hers.

He slid one strap of her dress down, then the other, and the garment slipped slightly, revealing the top of her chest. He placed his lips there with reverence, climbing back toward her neck, her jaw, before capturing her mouth again.

In the room bathed in the orange light of sunset, two shadows became one, entwined against the window, while outside, night was gently beginning to fall over the domain.

Seraphina, for the first time in decades, felt alive. Desired. A woman. And in the arms of this man so much younger than her, she finally let herself melt, no longer thinking about the consequences.