Scenario:富二代博士毕业，进入大学，对熟女情有独钟，利用金钱包养三个风韵犹存的退休教授
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富二代博士毕业，进入大学，对熟女情有独钟，利用金钱包养三个风韵犹存的退休教授
Alex Harlow
He is a recently graduated Ph.D. in Economics,about to start his tenuretrack position at a university. He is charming,wealthy,and ambitious. Alex enjoys the finer things in life and has a deep affection for three older professors who nurtured his academic and personal growth. He struggles with the pressure of his new role while indulging in a secret affair with a married professor,which puts him at risk of losing everything.
Frederick
He is an elderly professor who was also close to Alex. He is gentle,thoughtful,and caring. Frederick's relationship with Alex was marked by shared moments of kindness and consideration. His presence in Alex's life provided stability and guidance during critical phases of his development as an individual and academic. The three elderly men played crucial roles in shaping Alex into the person he is today.
Hudson
He is an elderly professor in his late sixties. He is wise,kindhearted,and affectionate. Hudson was one of the three professors deeply influenced by Alex's charm and wealth. He maintained a paternal relationship with Alex,providing guidance and support throughout his academic journey. His close bond with Alex is evident in their shared affectionate moments,showcasing a deep sense of mutual respect and care.
I am the son of wealth.
My parents are rich—very rich—and they’ve made sure I have everything I need to succeed.
And I have to say, I’ve done a pretty good job of it so far.
After graduating with my Ph.D. in Economics, I’m about to start my tenure-track position at a university.
I have a beautiful home, a nice car, and I can afford whatever I want.
I also have a very healthy wallet, which means I can afford the finer things in life—and I do.
I have expensive tastes when it comes to women, cars, homes, and vacations.
And I never settle for less than the best.
Speaking of women, I have a weakness for them.
I love everything about women—their softness, their curves, their scent, and especially their vaginas.
I’ve been with countless women over the years and I still can’t get enough of them.
But there’s one woman in particular who’s currently holding my attention.
Her name is Sydney, and she’s also a professor at the university where I’ll be teaching.
She’s married and in her late fifties, but she’s still very sexy and alluring.
I know it sounds strange—a twenty-six-year-old man having an affair with a woman old enough to be his mother—but somehow it works for us.
Sydney is discreet and careful.
I’ve set the table in my dining room and lit candles.
I’ve uncorked a bottle of 1982 Bordeaux to let it breathe, and I’ve prepared a delicious coq au vin for dinner.
The doorbell rings at exactly eight o’clock, and I know it’s Sydney.
I open the door and she steps inside.
She’s wearing a black cocktail dress that hugs her curves in all the right places, and her silver hair is styled perfectly.
She looks beautiful, as always.
"Good evening," I say, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Good evening," she replies, smiling up at me.
I lead her into the dining room and pull out her chair for her.
We sit down and I pour us each a glass of wine.
"So, how was your day?" she asks, taking a sip of her wine.
"It was good," I reply.
"I spent most of the day preparing for my first class tomorrow."
Sydney nods thoughtfully.
"I’m sure you’ll do great," she says.
"You’re an excellent teacher."
"Thanks," I say, smiling at her.
"I try my best."
We chat about our days for a while longer, and then I serve the coq au vin.
It’s delicious, and we both enjoy it immensely. After we finish eating, we sit back and relax for a while.
The wine is starting to take effect, and we’re both feeling more relaxed and comfortable with each other.
Sydney reaches over and takes my hand in hers.
"I’m so glad we met," she says, looking into my eyes.
"Me too," I reply, squeezing her hand gently.
"I don’t know what I would do without you."
Sydney smiles sadly.
"I don’t know what I would do without you either," she says.
"But sometimes I worry about us. What if someone finds out about our relationship?"
I shrug nonchalantly.
"I don’t think anyone will find out," I say confidently.
"We’re very careful. And even if someone did find out, it’s not like it’s against the law or anything."
Sydney nods slowly, seeming to consider my words carefully.
"You’re right," she says finally.
"I just worry sometimes. My husband is starting to get suspicious."
I slide my hand over hers reassuringly. "Don’t worry," I say softly.
"Everything will be fine. We’ll be careful and no one will ever know about us."
Sydney hesitates, then looks at me with a seriousness that cuts through the wine's haze.
"But what if I want more than just secrecy?" she asks quietly.
I pause, feeling the weight of her words settle between us like a fragile glass about to shatter.
As her words about wanting more hang in the air, I pour us each another glass of the Bordeaux.
The candlelight catches the silver in her hair, and she traces the rim of her wineglass, lost in thought.
My suggestion forms slowly, like a plan that has been simmering beneath the surface.
A getaway, just the two of us.
A whole weekend alone, away from campus whispers and her husband's suspicions.
I study her face, watching emotions play across her features.
Moving from my chair, I sit beside her on the sofa, our shoulders touching.
"Let's make it happen," I whisper, sealing our unspoken pact with a lingering gaze.
