Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse - Chapter 59: Hard Lesson (R-18)

The next day was Monday, and she finally had the day to herself. No men, no sex, just herself.

She focused on the development of her properties, making sure they were on track. Ideally, she hoped they’d be completed ahead of schedule, just in case.

Sometime in the afternoon though, she got a call from Jacob.

It seemed that he had just returned from the international tournament he was dragged to.

He still won first place.

“Congratulations!” She said, genuinely proud of him.

From what she knew, this wasn’t just a school tournament. His opponents could go up to a decade older than him.

She could hear a smug laughter on the other line. “Where’s my reward?” He said, ’tail’ flickering at a thought.

Khalifa did not cooperate though. “I heard you need to take a catch up exam.”

“…”

She smiled and stopped teasing him. “Didn’t you remind me that Monday night is tutor night?”

Monday night was tutor night. This was something Jacob has never forgotten to remind her every single day until he was pulled to a tournament abroad.

Back then, even when neither of them could meet up, he made sure to let her know, as if he could ’stack up’ the time they missed.

She had skipped enough lessons, he said.

However, she did warn him that if his grades lowered she’d have an excuse to quit, in case he messed up on purpose to get her to come.

Then, the tournament came, and they had to stop.

Hearing his voice now, she realized she actually missed him quite a bit.

“Monday? Yes! It’s a Monday!!” Jacob uttered in realization. “I’ll tell my parents.

“They would definitely be happy to see me working so hard!”

Khalifa laughed. She knew they would.

***

An hour later, she entered the large home and saw the family having dinner. It was a sumptuous celebratory dinner, obviously for his win.

The family of three turned to see the inconspicuous bespectacled girl enter the room. She was wearing a conservative skirt and long sleeves today, like always.

“My, Khalifa, long time no see~” his mother smiled, gesturing for her to sit down.

“Have you eaten?” His mother asked, particularly gentle because Jacob could participate in the tournament only because he got a good grade in the exams prior.

However, he also had to catch up as soon as he arrived. How happy a mother she was when Jacob himself brought the topic of tutoring on his own!

At this thought, her eyes towards the girl turned brighter. It must be this girl who inspired him to like studying so much!

Khalifa flinched at the enthusiasm, but still managed to smile like usual.

“Yes, Mrs. Adams” She said, pretending not to notice the young lad’s hungry gaze on her.

She ate together with the family, having small talk with them, integrating very well.

Then the time for class began and Jacob was getting antsy. The moment he saw Khalifa put down her utensils, he immediately spoke up.

“Class time!”

“Jacob, don’t be rude.” His mother said in a reprimanding tone, gesturing to put more food on Khalifa’s plate.

Khalifa cleared her throat under Jacob’s begging stare. She politely refused the food and she excused herself. “I’ll prepare his work sheets as he eats.”

Mother was surprised and father was impressed, especially when they saw she was really serious.

In the end, the adults smiled, liking the persevering girl very much. “Okay, thank you for the hard work!”

The two secretly smiled.

’Hard work’, indeed.

***

“P-Please, Khalifa. Give it me.” Jacob panted, his shirt drenched with sweat.

He looked at his erect member inside his own unmoving hand, and then to his teacher who looked at him unemotionally in response.

“I told you to finish the question first.” She said, combing back her loose hair and staring at him with those beautiful eyes of hers.

“But it’s so… hard!” He said, not knowing if he was referring to the homework or his shaft.

Seeing that he was indeed in pain, and it was counterproductive to push him, she let it go.

“Fine.” She said, but promptly poured cold water on him. “But you fix it yourself.”

“…”

He reluctantly grabbed his stiff shaft, heart filled with self-pity and played with himself.

He closed his eyes, imagining Khalifa was the one doing things to him.

“ha…. ah…. Khalifa!”

Khalifa watched him in interest, getting a bit horny, but she was ’clocked in’ so she was determined to do her job.

She did wonder how to tell him the world was ending and his exams, for now, would be useless.

However, that could come after the exams in a few days. At the very least, she was determined to make him get a good grade at his possibly final exam of his lifetime.

“Ahh!!” He let out a low growl as splurted all over the floor. He heaved a sigh and raised his head to look at Khalifa, looking very wronged.

Khalifa rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips.

She threatened him. “I warn you if you don’t handle this you won’t get to touch me for a week.”

Jacob paled and gritted his teeth, laborously focusing on the item at hand.

Fortunately, she wasn’t evil and she did give him pertinent guidance in his step, eventually leading him to the answer.

The moment she nodded, he lifted her up to the table, lifted up her skirt and drooled at her otherwise uncovered folds.

“You’re not wearing anything!” He exclaimed, pleasantly surprised.

He didn’t wait for her reply and he placed his palms under her legs, opening them up wide.

Her beautiful hairless slit exposed to his eyes, filling up his rod with warmth, and he positioned himself between her legs.

He knew he wouldn’t never tire of this beauty.

When he finally entered her moist meat sleeve, he groaned loudly in pleasure.

How many days had he been dreaming about this?

How many times had he wanted to run to her?

Her warning was the only thing that stopped him from doing anything crazy. Fortunately, the tournament came and took him away, providing some distraction.

However, the sexual frustration definitely had a hand in his wins, because he pummeled his opponents in order to vent.

After adjusting himself, his hips began moving at a slow pace at first, increasing speed pump after pump.

He thrusted into her precious ecstasy cave, strongly and deeply, closing his eyes as she felt her meat strangle his hard member, trying to milk him.

Slap, slap, slap

The room was silent except for the perverted sound of slapping skin and squelching fluids and heavy breaths.

They dared not make heavy noises nor did they dare go all naked, for fear of someone knocking on the locked door all of a sudden.

Jacob continuously pumped into her like an animal, mouth open as he gasped as if lacking in oxygen, thrusting in and out of her continuously.

After a while, his drenched back stiffened and his back arched as his semen flowed into her womb.

Khalifa took it all in, not only for pleasure but also to see if it had any effect on her space.

Jacob huffed as his weight fell on her, his heavy breath all over her skin.

He did not take out his member, but simply took her mouth and gave her a longing kiss.

“I missed you.” He said, rubbing his head to her chest. “I want to stay here forever.”

As her response, she wrapped her arm and her legs around him, locking him in, and the virile young man hardened again very quickly.

He started to slowly pump with his hips, and it went faster and harder as the minutes went by.

The both of them were panting heavily, sweating crawling down their skin and sticking on their clothes.

They neared the final lap and Jacob’s pace got faster and faster.

Clap, clap, cl—

knock, knock

They stiffened at the sudden sound and Jacob almost yelled in frustration, but Khalifa covered his mouth with her soft hands.

“Shh!” She yelled, pushing him and putting down her skirt.

She rearranged her hair, put on her glasses, and ironed out her dress as she approached the door.

By the time the door opened, all the older woman could see was her unchanged form from when they entered.

The middle-aged woman held up a fruit platter and glasses of water with a smile. “I thought you might need this.” She said.

Khalifa smiled back. “Thank you Mrs. Adams.” She said “It had indeed gone dry…”

Mrs. Adams looked past her to see the extremely dark expression of her son, obviously frustrated.

“You can do it, son. As long as you pass the exam, we don’t expect high grades.” The woman said, encouraging.

Khalifa almost laughed.

The older woman turned to Khalifa. “He may be grumpy and impatient, but please bear with him.”

She smiled sweetly, “I will, Mrs. Adams.”

“You two work hard, okay?”

Then a hand held the jamb and the edge of the door, looming over them.

It was Jacob who answered quickly, standing up to the door, wanting for her to go away.

“Yes, mom!”

He let out a mysterious expression, stealing glances at the younger girl pretending to be innocent. “I’m definitely working very hard!”

He said as he closed the door and dragged Khalifa to continue where they left off.

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