What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 145

Xue Zhixiao took a deep breath, her fingers gripping the cold doorknob, its chill sending a shiver up her spine. Her palms grew sweaty as she turned the lock and pushed open the door to Class 7’s classroom. The creaky hinge echoed eerily in the silent midnight campus, amplifying her unease.

She didn’t dare turn on the light, instead using her phone’s flashlight to sweep across the lecture platform. There, she found an envelope. Inside was an eye mask and a piece of white paper with a few scrawled lines, “Teacher Xue, you’re No. 1 High School’s goddess teacher. I know many students and even teachers like you or secretly love you. Would they be disappointed seeing your video? I think not. Want to test it? Lock one hand with the handcuffs by the platform, then put on the eye mask.”

Following the instructions, Xue Zhixiao stood by the platform, as if preparing to give a lecture, but now one hand was cuffed to its edge, and her eyes were covered by the eye mask. She waited in darkness, her heart pounding, dreading the ordeal she knew was coming. The hot summer night felt suffocating, yet she shivered, her skin prickling with fear and anticipation.

This was unlike anything she’d encountered in other smut novels. When she’d read this part of the story, it had pushed past her comfort zone, challenging her values and leaving her uneasy, so she’d skipped it. The novel started sweet and indulgent, turned outrageous in the middle, and ended unsatisfyingly. She remembered the campus scenes vividly but had only vague impressions of the later plot. Yet here she was, transmigrated into the very part she’d disliked, and she couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

She didn’t wait long before sneaky footsteps approached the classroom. The door creaked open, and a hoarse, excited male voice called out, “Is that Teacher Xue?” The voice grew closer. “Wow, it’s really Teacher Xue. Heh heh heh.”

A strong whiff of cigarette smoke hit her, and Xue Zhixiao frowned, stepping back until her body pressed against the platform’s edge. She instinctively raised her free hand to lift the eye mask, but the man lunged, grabbing her wrist. His heavy body forced her down, and they crashed onto the platform.

“Wow, so well-prepared. Both hands cuffed will make this easier,” he said, his voice dripping with malice.

Xue Zhixiao struggled to breathe under his weight, her full mounds pressed flat, her body pinned. The eye mask sharpened her other senses—the man’s excited, distorted voice sent chills through her, and the stench of cheap cigarettes mixed with harsh cologne turned her stomach. Her voice trembled as she spoke. “You… who are you? What… what are you doing here?”

“Heh heh heh. Who I am doesn’t matter. I’m here to take you, Teacher Xue,” he sneered.

A cold click sounded as her other wrist was cuffed to the opposite side of the platform. Her arms were now spread and fixed, her upper body lying across the surface, her long legs dangling over the edge. The man squeezed between her legs, his heavy frame pressing down, his foul scent overwhelming. “Teacher Xue, I dreamed of you under me. Never thought this dream would come true. Heh heh heh,” he said, taping her mouth shut after securing her hands. He gazed at the noble goddess in his grasp, her faint fragrance—a mix of soft body wash and her natural scent—filling his nose, stunning him. His wicked desires surged, unchecked and ravenous.