CHAPTER 61: WHO IS IN CLASS 6? COME OUT!!!

"Little aunt... I’m gonna cum..."

Taylor was well aware of the power of Jake’s cock and quickly considered how to handle the imminent eruption of semen.

Though Jake was on the verge of climax, he didn’t force her too much. The pressure from his left hand wasn’t overwhelming, allowing Taylor to pull away at any moment.

Suddenly, an abrupt voice rang out from the hallway behind them.

"Anyone in Class 6? Why are the lights still on?"

The security uncle’s voice, full of vigor, erupted into a resounding shout in the silent hallway.

Muttering to himself as he asked questions, he walked toward Class 6, causing Jake and Taylor’s hearts to tense up with each heavy footstep.

Both were startled at the same time, their movements slowing slightly.

Jake, stimulated intensely at this moment, felt his throbbing cock finally erupt and release.

Taylor had initially planned to let go, but the sudden appearance of the security patrol made her freeze for a moment. That brief hesitation led to the familiar liquid—Jake’s cum—once again filling her mouth.

Jake’s semen volume had always been substantial, quickly overflowing Taylor’s mouth and trickling a milky white streak from the corner of her lips.

However, Taylor didn’t blame Jake. She immediately stood up, trying to tidy herself.

Soon, the security uncle appeared outside the window, catching sight of the MCB goddess he had long admired—Teacher Taylor—standing with her back to him. That enchanting, mature silhouette made his heart flutter.

Then he noticed Jake, who had given him cigarettes earlier that evening, emerging from the classroom’s back door, which struck him as a bit odd.

"Teacher Taylor, young man, you’re still here," the security uncle greeted politely.

"Yeah, we’re about to leave," Jake replied somewhat awkwardly.

Fortunately, he had pulled up his pants quickly, or things would have gotten really embarrassing.

Taylor, on the other hand, was in a worse situation. Her mouth was full of that pungent, sticky cum—nowhere to spit it out, yet unable to swallow it. Her delicate brows furrowed tightly in frustration. Of all times, why did he have to show up now?

She also felt a bit resentful toward Jake—her little nemesis who always knew how to torment her.

Seeing Teacher Taylor refusing to turn around, the security uncle grew curious.

Jake, standing nearby, fully aware of his aunt’s predicament, was about to explain when he clearly heard a swallowing sound. Then, he watched as Taylor slowly turned around, her face slightly strained.

The sight of her glamorous face reappearing before the security uncle made him sigh enviously. However, something seemed off about Teacher Taylor—her lips and the black high-necked sweater she wore appeared to have traces of something white. But due to his nearsightedness and presbyopia, he couldn’t quite make it out clearly.

"Oh, I still have some papers to grade. Thank you for your hard work, patrolling at this hour."

Flattered by Teacher Taylor’s soft-spoken praise, the security uncle didn’t notice the odd tone in her voice and quickly replied,

"There’s been a theft at the school next door recently, so I can’t afford to slack off. Since Teacher Taylor still has work to do, I won’t disturb you further." With that, he walked down the hallway toward the stairwell.

Jake and Taylor both sighed in relief. Immediately after, Jake caught the resentful glare from his aunt as she hurried into the classroom’s attached washroom—usually meant for cleaning mops.

Soon, faint retching sounds could be heard, mixed with the noise of running water, until the retching gradually subsided.

Then, that elegant figure reappeared before Jake.

"Aunt, you..." Jake was a bit suspicious.

Her charming face was full of tender reproach. "You little rascal, don’t torment your aunt like this next time."

Jake realized that his aunt had just swallowed his cum.

A mischievous grin spread across his face as he teased, "Aunt, how did it taste?"

Instantly, her face flushed red as she scolded playfully, "You’re impossible, asking such a pointless question."

Taylor was both annoyed and amused. Jake was too much of a tease, but she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed it. This kind of unconventional excitement was already making her pussy grow wet.

Seeing his aunt’s shy reaction, Jake understood perfectly and didn’t press further.

The two tidied up and prepared to head straight to Taylor’s place.

Forget their date—the top priority now was satisfying his aunt’s hunger. After all, he had already enjoyed an appetizer, while she was still starving.

They sped off, arriving at Taylor’s home shortly after. Just as Jake finished peeing and cleaning up the mess in his pants, an unexpected WhatsApp message came through.

"Urgent news, come quickly. (Home address shared.)"

It was from Manager Mina!

It was already close to 7 p.m. What could Manager Mina want with him at this hour? Could it be a lead on the mole?

Reluctantly, Jake left Taylor alone at home, especially since she was still burning with desire.

After explaining the situation to his aunt, Jake ultimately forced himself to leave Taylor’s place.

Taylor, being a reasonable person, understood that this concerned Jake’s superior. Despite her own raging lust, she urged him to go

quickly—this was about Mia’s future happiness.

Taylor would never let her personal desires interfere with Jake’s career advancement.

After Jake left, she lay in the bathtub filled with hot water, trying to soothe the burning heat inside her...

What a day. Jake’s rare day off had been completely disrupted.

Yet he couldn’t complain. He knew Manager Mina well—she was decisive and uncompromising. If she was reaching out to him this late, it must be something urgent.

Driving his Volkswagen, he followed the GPS to Manager Mina’s home.

Upstairs, the room was brightly lit, its soft glow faintly illuminating the plants and flowers downstairs.

"Ding dong... ding dong..." Jake pressed the doorbell.

After a moment, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps descending the stairs, growing louder.

"Click..." The door swung open.

Standing before him was a stunningly sexy woman.

"Manager... Mina?" Jake asked uncertainly.

"Hmph, didn’t I tell you not to call me ’Manager’ in private?"

Jake froze. This version of Manager Mina had shed her professional attire, appearing natural yet alluring in a white lace nightgown that reached her thighs. The wide neckline revealed the red bra straps underneath.

Her long, smooth legs were pale and tempting, and she wore transparent sandals. Jake didn’t know that Mina had rushed to answer the door—her black nail polish on her toes matched her fingers, creating a stark contrast with the white nightgown.