"What if we went to tease that needy MILF…"
Kaiser slowly adjusted the sleeve of his shirt in front of the mirror in his room. The dark fabric hugged his shoulders perfectly, simple, elegant, without ostentation.
"Fuck… I'm becoming narcissistic."
He tilted his head slightly, observed his reflection for a few seconds, then sketched a discreet, amused smile.
Since their last meeting, he had not seen Seraphina one-on-one. She was still there, faithful to her post, straight and icy in front of her students. But he had deliberately kept his distance. Not out of boredom, nor out of fear, but by calculation. There was no urgency. The Tower of Babel was not built in a single day, and he had never been the type to rush the steps.
Patience was a weapon. And Kaiser knew perfectly how to use it. It was the same method he used with Dyana. In seduction, you have to know when to be proactive, gentlemanly, romantic, and when to be cold and distant, just to create longing.
