Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse-Chapter 264: Basketball Game

At some point, it became clear that Khalifa liked roleplaying. Very much.

When the men found out about it through much prodding, they made arrangements so Khalifa could ’play’ with them, too.

Jacob asked that they could take the school as well. Anyway, the official takeover was still a day away, they could use it for a bit more!

"Please, Khalifa?" He asked, playfully rubbing his head on her shoulder, making her giggle.

Jacob had shown massive improvement the past few days. For one, his voice was back to normal.

He has slowly returned to the little puppy dog she had known him to be.

So, a few hours later, they stood in front of the clean (Khalifa used her ability) and well-lit (the whole school was solar powered) school.

Looking at the building, Jacob couldn’t help but feel a bit of nostalgia.

Khalifa looked at the wistful young man with a smile. Jacob sensed her stare and wrapped his arm around her.

He held her in front of him and wrapped his arm around her stomach, leaning down to rub his nose on her neck.

"You know, back then, I always wished we were classmates," he told her, his hot breath sending little shivers down her spine.

"Sadly, you were too smart. I can’t keep up with you at all."

Back then, he would have an image of her in his school’s uniform, and then he’d dream of fucking her everywhere, especially in his favorite gym.

She giggled at his words, rubbing his fluffy head.

"So… what’s the play?"

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Jacob crossed his arms and looked at the beautiful woman who was trying to shoot a hoop but failing miserably.

She frowned and looked at him, though in his eyes, she was pouting.

"Are you just gonna watch me fail miserably or are you going to help me like we agreed on?" she asked, earning an amused smile from the handsome athlete.

Khalifa wasn’t sporty, but she somehow got voted to join the class’ basketball team for the upcoming sports meet.

Now, she was practicing. She had to— if she didn’t want to be a laughing stock!

At this time, she was asked to shoot, apparently to give Jacob an idea of what she knew. Jacob was the main athlete of the school, and when he said he was free to give pointers, she could only ask him for help.

"Well, I’m just confirming if you know even the basics. Obviously, you don’t know anything," Jacob said with a smile that made Khalifa want to kick him.

"The event is too close to teach you to shoot well since we’re starting from the basics. In your case, it’s best to know how to handle the ball and just pass it to your teammates. Passing well is also part of a good score," he said and Khalifa nodded, even when she was frowning at him.

Very cute.

"Let’s start with your dribbling. This is all about breathing and control," he said as he held the ball.

Khalifa’s eyes flickered from his face to the ball, while Jacob never left hers even as he dribbled effortlessly.

The girl’s stance softened, a little fascinated, and Jacob’s movements couldn’t help but be more enthusiastic.

When it was done, he walked over to her. "Your turn," he said and he held her hand, making her flinch a bit.

She unconsciously wanted to pull it back, but his hand was large and covered hers well, holding on to it.

Khalifa’s eyebrows furrowed but then he shifted her hand to the ball and she suddenly couldn’t say anything without making things awkward.

"Spread your fingers and keep your hand relaxed," he said, but somehow Khalifa felt the atmosphere getting hotter.

Khalifa mimicked his stance, but the ball slipped from her hand and bounced away.

He chuckled and stood behind her, arms encircling hers. She blushed a bit as she felt his warm breath near her ear.

"Just relax. Don’t force it, just let it move with you."

She tried and bit by bit, feeling improvement. Both had acute awareness of the others closeness, but neither one spoke of it.

"You’re getting it," he said and she could feel the vibration of his chest. The air crackled with unspoken tension, but she pretended not to notice.

After a while, Jacob spoke again, his voice a little raspier than usual. "Now, try moving while dribbling. Do small and controlled steps."

The two separated, and felt something was missing. Khalifa pursed her lips, refusing to accept it and just focused on the ball at hand.

Khalifa started to dribble again, this time with a small movement. She was very careful, using what was her limited body coordination to walk and handle the ball at the same time.

However, she wasn’t able to get past two steps when she miscalculated where the ball landed. Her heart dropped as she stumbled, soon completely losing balance and falling head first.

She paled, but the expected pain did not come as she felt strong arms wrap around her soft stomach.

Jacob gulped as he held on to her, his nose on her hair, and he ended up getting a whiff of her feminine scent.

His hand was on her flat tummy, but it was higher up and he could feel the bottom of her soft mounds with some of his fingers.

Soft and firm.

Must be nice to touch.

And for what felt like forever after that, his fist clenched a bit, fighting the urge to crawl higher and see what it felt like for real.

Then she shifted in an attempt to balance herself. However, her entire weight was being held by his hand, and the shift made her slip.

"Watch out!" he yelled, but his voice died when his large hand ended up straight on her breast.

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It was perkier and softer than he imagined.

"Kyaa!" she yelled, struggling to get up, though it didn’t really help her case much. Instead, it allowed Jacob to touch her more, and he couldn’t find it in himself to help her up.

Maybe they should just stay like this, he thought.