Whispers of Temptation

Chapter 3 - The Owner of That Unknown Number

Mr. Gordon reached out to unbutton Melody's shirt. The girl startled in fright and quickly covered her bra with both hands. She pitifully begged Mr. Gordon to stop. Seeing how the situation developed, I got flustered and was at a loss on what to do.

In a panic, I went straight to the door of the office and knocked. I shouted, "Mr. Gordon, there's something I need to discuss with you! It's about that student's application for a scholarship!"

Mr. Gordon's voice immediately sounded from the room. "Oh! Melody, let's talk another time. I have matters to attend to!"

Soon after, the door of Mr. Gordon's office opened and Melody rushed out, giving me a quick glance in the process. It was obvious that Melody's clothes were in disarray. I inwardly swore at Mr. Gordon's degenerate behavior.

As I entered the principal's office, he took a sip of water, giving me a displeased glare as he spoke, "Luke, please don't interrupt me when there is someone else in my office in the future. You'll disrupt my workflow."

Workflow my ass. What complete bullshit. He was obviously afraid that I would interfere with his sexy time with unwilling women. I quickly smiled and went along. I casually asked about the scholarship application and then left the office as soon as I got a reply.

When I returned to my office, I saw Melody lying on the desk. She looked so gloomy that I thought I saw a dark cloud hanging over her head. Maybe it was the first time she had encountered such a thing. I expressed some sympathy for her having to undergo such a terrible experience. After I sat down, I asked with concern, "Melody, are you alright?"

Melody finally raised her head and wiped away the tears from her eyes. She squeezed out a small smile and said, "I'm alright. Did you see everything earlier?"

I knew that Melody was subtly asking if I saw her being molested by Mr. Gordon through the gap in the curtains. I nodded and Melody immediately blushed. It was natural for her to act that way since she was a young girl. She was bound to feel embarrassed about being seen.

I quickly assured her, "It's okay, I know you are a good girl. Mr. Gordon must've threatened to not give you an official teaching position if you hadn't done that."

Melody clenched her hands and nodded. She was disconcerted and did not know what to do next. I sighed, "Mr. Gordon is someone who will never give up until he gets what he wants. If the teaching position here isn't that important to you, just change schools as soon as possible. Mr. Gordon has wrecked many trainee teachers during his time here."

"But this teaching position is really important to me. My grandpa has always wanted someone in our family to become a teacher. He is dying, so I want to get employed as a teacher as quickly as possible. I want my grandpa to pass on without any regrets." Melody lowered her head.

I wanted to give the girl a few more comforting words, but she abruptly raised her head and said, "Okay, let's not talk about this for now. By the way, Mr. White, what were you gonna ask me earlier?"

Seeing that Melody did not want to talk about this anymore, I dropped the subject. I looked at Melody and hesitated. "Oh, it's nothing much. You have pretty big breasts, so I was wondering if it's common for your bra clasp to snap whenever you raise your hand."

Sarah had previously said that her bra clasp broke when she was reaching for something on a high shelf and it just so happened that Melody's chest looked quite big, so I could not help but ask. However, Melody's face drastically changed when I asked and she looked at me with anger in her eyes. "Mr. White, I thought you were a good man. I didn't expect you to be as lustful as Mr. Gordon."

Melody had just been molested by Mr. Gordon and I suddenly asked her about her breasts. She must have thought that I was thinking of doing something to her. I quickly explained about Sarah's bra strap tearing to assuage her anger. I also told her about my suspicions of her having an extramarital affair.

Melody finally calmed down and understood why I had asked. She quickly apologized for misunderstanding and blushed slightly as she spoke, "No, it's never happened to me. Bra straps are very elastic, and they won't tear as long as you don't pull too hard."

I let out a sound of acknowledgement and my mood immediately plummeted. With Melody's explanation, it was evident that it was a man who had torn Sarah's bra off. There was that text earlier this morning too that praised how good my wife's mouth felt. My heart hit rock bottom. She rejected me when I requested a blowjob from her, yet she did it for another man.

Melody seemed to feel the change in the atmosphere, so she got up and said, "I'm going to the washroom!"

Soon after Melody left, a text popped up on the lock screen of Melody's phone. She accidentally left it on the table in her hurry to leave. It looked like someone had sent her a picture. I did not want to peek at the contents, but the familiar number caught my eye. Isn't this the same number that sent my wife that text this morning?

I pulled up the number I had saved into my phone earlier this morning and compared them. It really was that same number. How could this number text my wife in the morning and now Melody?

I opened the text subconsciously and the picture that popped up made my heart beat faster. It was a picture of a woman giving a man oral sex. Only the lower half of the woman's face was shown. In the picture, the woman's delicate chin was covered in what looked like milk and there was even some of it around the woman's mouth.

The overall picture was relatively dark, but I could make out the woman's chest that was laid bare and had a completely unobstructed view of those plump mounds. What shocked me even more was that the woman's outfit looked just like a nurse's uniform.

When I saw this photo, I felt like my head was buzzing. Although the picture was very dark, this nurse's uniform and the features of the woman's mouth and chin were similar to my wife's. If it was really my wife, then why was this photo sent to Melody's phone?

My mind was an utter mess. While I was holding Melody's phone and staring at the pictures in a daze, Melody suddenly appeared behind me and snatched her phone! I raised my head to look at Melody and saw that her face was as red as a tomato.

"Mr. White, why were you looking at my phone?" Melody was somewhat embarrassed as she looked at me.

I quickly explained, "I didn't mean to. I thought it was spam since it came from an unknown number, so I was going to delete it for you. By the way, is the woman in the photo you?"

I carefully examined Melody's expression as she hurriedly shook her head and said, "Of course it's not me! How could I...."

Melody was too embarrassed to continue. I knew what she was going to say next. She was not one to sleep around with people and do things like that. From what I could see, the face of the woman in the picture looked nothing like Melody. She softly piped up, "This number is my boyfriend's. He always sends me indecent pictures"

I was startled. That phone number belonged to Melody's boyfriend? And the woman in the picture was my wife. Did Melody's boyfriend fuck my wife? And did Sarah do such improper things with Melody's boyfriend?