Lustful Paradise

Yet despite the awkwardness of the situation, Emelia didn't leave. Instead, she took a seat at the foot of his king-sized bed, placing her suitcase on top of the mattress and her car keys next to it, while taking out her tablet and the teaching material. She would use it to explain the lessons to Lucifer when he finished his shower.

While sitting there on his bed and checking her notes for tonight, she felt strange... Like something wasn't right. 'It feels weird to sit on his bed while he's in the bathroom, naked...' she thought to herself, a faint blush forming on her cheeks. She also couldn't shake off this weird feeling that was creeping through her entire being.

It made her uncomfortable and nervous, even though there was nothing to worry about.

She was alone in his room, waiting for him to finish taking his shower, and sitting on his bed. It was as simple as that.

But it was precisely this simplicity that made it feel wrong.

After a couple of minutes, the noise from the bathroom ceased. Emelia glanced up from her tablet, knowing that Lucifer would soon walk out of there, probably wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

The image of his naked body, covered by a thin layer of cloth, appeared before her mind's eye, making her blush even harder. It wasn't an image she wanted to see right now. It wasn't an image that should be in her head.

'What is wrong with me!?' Emelia mentally scolded herself. 'Why do I keep thinking of such dirty things!?'

But as much as she hated these thoughts, she couldn't help but think of them.

Soon the bathroom door opened, releasing steam from the hot shower into the room.

And just as she imagined, Lucifer came out of it. The towel wrapped around his waist hung low, barely concealing his private parts. Emelia could see the outline of his well-toned abdominal muscles through the fabric and the bulge of his crotch.

"Ah, Ms. Emelia!" Lucifer greeted her with a bright smile on his handsome face, unaware of the effect he had on her. His hair was damp and tousled, making him look even more handsome than usual.

"Mr. Lucifer," Emelia greeted with a professional tone. She couldn't show him how embarrassed she was. But she also couldn't help staring at his half-naked body, which looked so sexy and attractive in front of her.

It took all of Emelia's willpower to stop her eyes from roaming over every inch of his exposed skin, admiring his muscular chest and arms. His skin shone with the remnants of moisture and water droplets. And his wet hair clung to his forehead and cheeks in an attractive way.

'God, he looks amazing!' Emelia thought, her mind running wild as she continued to admire him.

Meanwhile, Lucifer walked across the room toward the walk-in closet, oblivious to Emelia's stares. "Sorry for making you wait," he apologized. "I had a long day at the agency and needed a relaxing shower."

He didn't bother to cover himself and instead opened the door of the walk-in closet and stepped inside.

Emelia didn't say anything, merely nodding her head in response. But as soon as he went inside, her eyes immediately followed him. Even when he disappeared from view, she could still picture him removing the towel and drying his perfect body with it, rubbing it up and down those firm muscles, and even over his cock.

'Ahhh... What am I doing?' She thought to herself. 'This is so wrong! He is my student. I can't think like this about him. And yet...

why do I find him so irresistible?'

It didn't make sense. It was against her principles.

She had been faithful to her husband all these years and never cheated on him, and now here she was lusting after a young man who happened to be her own student!

But then again... what if it wasn't just lust that drove her feelings toward Lucifer? What if there was more to it? What if it was something deeper than mere attraction? Maybe she had feelings for Lucifer...

No! Impossible!

He is my student!

But even as Emelia tried to deny her growing desire for him, she knew deep down inside that there was no denying the fact that she felt attracted to him. And this attraction was strong.

Too strong to ignore.

After some time passed, she heard Lucifer moving inside the closet, and she snapped back to reality. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. 'Enough! This is not appropriate behavior for a married woman!' she scolded herself.

***

Soon, Lucifer reappeared, this time wearing boxer shorts and a T-shirt.

He sat down on the bed next to Emelia, smiling brightly. "I hope I didn't embarrass you with my lack of modesty, Ms. Emelia," he teased.

"No, of course not!" she answered, flustered. "You don't have anything to be ashamed about, Mr. Lucifer. It's your bedroom, after all."

Emelia's cheeks flushed crimson as she tried to hide her embarrassment, and Lucifer couldn't help but grin at her reaction. He leaned back, placing both hands on the bed, looking relaxed. His eyes wandered over her body, taking note of every curve of her body, every detail.

She was dressed in a professional business suit, with her long black hair tied back into a neat ponytail and her makeup light and subtle. Her blouse accentuated her ample breasts, while her pencil skirt hugged the contours of her legs and buttocks in a most flattering way. And her heels added a nice finishing touch to her ensemble.

But what stood out most about Emelia were her beautiful blue eyes and sensual lips that were painted red. She had applied a touch of eyeliner and mascara, and her skin looked flawless and smooth, giving her a natural beauty. And even though she wore glasses, they only made her look more attractive, enhancing the features of her face.

Overall, she had a mature and elegant air, and he liked it. She was a sight to behold.

"You're wearing different glasses today. Did something happen?" Lucifer asked curiously.

Emelia reached up to touch her glasses, remembering that she was wearing her spare glasses after her previous ones broke. She hadn't yet had time to buy new ones, so she was stuck using these old ones. They weren't as comfortable or stylish, but they would do until she could replace them.

"Umm... It's nothing. Just a little mishap with my glasses." She admitted. "My original pair got damaged, so I am using my spare pair now."

"I see." Lucifer responded. He didn't think much of it. "Well then, I believe that you're ready for our session."

Emelia nodded her head, feeling somewhat nervous again, and pulled out several sheets of paper containing exercises from her suitcase, putting them on the bed. She took out her pen as well. She had prepared everything beforehand so that the lesson would go without interruptions or delays.

Lucifer had also prepared his own materials and brought his laptop to use for research purposes.

"Alright. Since this is a private tutoring lesson, let's get started right away," Emelia said with determination in her voice. She picked up a piece of paper and held it in front of him.