CHAPTER 99: VIDEO CALL

MCB No. 12 School, Class 8.

MCB No. 12 School is a top-ranked public school in Wonka District, Savannah, with a vast campus, abundant teaching resources, and comprehensive sports equipment.

It also offers numerous student clubs to cultivate various hobbies and interests, truly enabling students to develop morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically, and laboriously.

Due to its reputation, many students from other cities flock to apply for MCB No. 12 School. The school originally only had day students, but with the increase in out-of-town students, dormitories for boys and girls were built to ensure their safety.

Each grade has designated classrooms for evening self-study sessions, and Class 8 of Grade 3 is the evening self-study classroom for Grade 3 boarding students.

Taylor sat at the podium, but her mind wandered to the office. After receiving Jake’s video call request, she grew even more restless. After some thought, Taylor called over the temporary class monitor for the boarding students and asked her to manage the evening self-study session while she returned to the office briefly.

The crisp sound of high heels tapping against the floor gradually faded away, and the Grade 3 boarding students immediately erupted into chatter, with Taylor being the hottest topic of discussion. After all, she was the school’s recognized beauty among teachers.

The temporary class monitor glanced at the noisy classroom and sighed helplessly. She called out a few half-hearted "Be quiet" but gave up when they had no effect and went back to doing her homework.

Taylor walked back to the office and turned on the lights. Finding it empty, she was about to video call Jake when suddenly a greasy middle-aged man with a beer belly and a receding hairline appeared behind her.

He wore a white shirt and black dress pants, his belly protruding prominently, and looked to be around 50 years old.

"Teacher Taylor, still not off work?" Director Haakon said.

Taylor was startled. When she turned around and saw it was Director Haakon from the academic office, she forced a smile and replied, "I’m on duty today, supervising evening self-study."

"Oh, I see. You’re working hard."

"Director, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go back to class." Taylor didn’t want to interact with Director Haakon. Rumors had it that he was cut from the same cloth as Jian, especially since the latter had already been arrested.

Director Haakon narrowed his small eyes, his pupils darting around. Taylor’s reputation as a beauty with both looks and teaching prowess was well-known, even among neighboring schools.

Before Jian’s incident, many male leaders in the school with money and connections had pursued Taylor, only to be rejected, even though they knew she was a married woman.

After Jian was arrested, those who had been itching to make a move all disappeared. Director Haakon was one of them, but he was bolder and more cunning than Jian, never revealing his intentions outright.

When he heard Taylor had gotten divorced, his filthy thoughts resurfaced. However, while organizing faculty records once, he accidentally came across Taylor’s family background. A quick search shocked him—Taylor was actually the youngest daughter of the Andora family. Considering the Andora family’s influence in the Southern Area, crushing him would be easier than squashing an ant. From then on, he could only admire her from afar to satisfy his lustful gaze, not daring to entertain any further thoughts.

"Nothing else, go ahead with your work." Director Haakon nodded and bowed, not acting like a director at all.

His lecherous eyes reluctantly tore themselves away from Taylor’s body, and finally, with his hands tucked into his pockets, he left for the day.

Seeing this, Taylor stepped out to check the office surroundings. After confirming no one was around, she took out her phone and replied, "Okay."

On the other end, Jake waited anxiously at home. It took over ten minutes before he received his aunt’s WhatsApp video call.

As the camera wobbled, the blurry video finally revealed his aunt’s figure.

"Jake, can you see me?" Taylor adjusted her phone’s angle while waving at the camera.

From Taylor’s perspective, as a woman, she cared deeply about her appearance in front of her lover. Although the video call had already connected, she kept the main screen focused on herself, using the enlarged view as a mirror to check if her makeup was smudged or messy.

"Aunt, no need to check. You look beautiful today." Jake couldn’t help but laugh. Why were all women the same? Mia was like this too—every time they video-called, her attention was on the camera, "mirror-checking" while chatting, all because WhatsApp video didn’t have beauty filters.

Taylor sat at her office desk, smoothing the strands of hair at her temples before hurriedly responding to Jake. "Jake, were you waiting long? I was supervising evening self-study earlier."

His aunt was as gentle, beautiful, and charming as ever. Just seeing her upper half was enough to captivate Jake.

In the video, Taylor had tied her thick, dark hair into an elegant bun with a sandalwood hairband, revealing her small, delicate earlobes.

Behind her gold-rimmed glasses were moist, bright almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with intelligence.

Her high nose bridge had a delicate outline, and her lips, neither too thick nor too thin, remained alluringly red even without lipstick. With every slight movement, waves of mature charm radiated from her.

Even through the screen, Jake wanted to pull her into his arms and indulge in her sweet lips.

She wore a black furry coat over a gray high-neck sweater, which tightly wrapped around her slender swan-like neck, giving off a low-key yet elegant vibe.

"No rush, no rush. How could I rush while waiting for a princess?" Jake said with a smile.

"Childish." Taylor spat out the word, but the joy on her face was unmistakable.

"Hehe."

Seeing Jake in pajamas on the screen, Taylor asked with concern, "Are you done with work? Home now?"

"Yeah, my vacation’s over. I have to go back to work tomorrow." Jake paused, then added, "Too bad I didn’t get to spend much time with you these past two days."

Jake stared at his aunt, his words loaded with meaning.

Taylor instantly recalled the scene from two days ago when Jake had fucked her until she squirted. Her face burned, and she thought to herself, "Damn Jake, bringing up the most embarrassing thing. He really doesn’t treat me like an elder. But that feeling... it’s truly unforgettable."

"Stop it, don’t bring that up."

"Aunt, you’re such a bombshell." Jake blurted out, his mind also drifting back to that unforgettable memory.

Taylor was stunned by Jake’s bluntness. Instinctively, she glanced around the office. Finding it empty, she relaxed and scolded softly, "Don’t say such things. You’re so shameless, no sense of propriety."

Jake knew his aunt was just teasing him. Even her reprimands sounded too gentle to be real.

His heart itched, and the flame in his lower body, which had been extinguished, reignited and surged.

"Aunt, there’s something I want to ask you!"

"What is it?" Jake’s grin made Taylor unsure of what he was plotting.

"Aunt, is there anyone around you?"

"No, everyone’s gone." After Director Haakon left, Taylor had locked the back door and closed the front door. The windows and curtains had long been shut by her colleagues.

"Good. Aunt, move back a bit. I want to see you."

"What? That’s it?" Taylor propped her phone on a stand and scooted her chair back.