What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 146

The man squinted his small eyes, leering at the panicked beauty pinned beneath him, while his rough hand eagerly traced her lovely face. His calloused palm slid slowly down her graceful neck, lingering as it moved lower, and when it reached her soft, high peaks, his eyes glinted with a greedy green hue. His heavy panting filled the air, and his trembling hands roamed her upper body, savoring the warmth of her skin.

Tears of humiliation streamed from Xue Zhixiao’s eye mask, soaking the thin fabric, as she fought the urge to scream. She gasped desperately, struggling to draw fresh air into her lungs, crushed under the man’s suffocating weight, but his foul body odor flooded her senses, making her head spin. Her throat tightened with nausea, and her fists, bound to the platform, clenched so tightly that the handcuffs dug into her fair, delicate wrists, leaving angry red marks. Every inch of her body recoiled, instinctively rejecting the man’s touch.

“Teacher Xue, your body smells so good, so soft,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. “Just touching and smelling you gets me going down there. My old hag at home can’t even get me hard with her mouth.” His hands pressed into her warm, yielding flesh, and his nose greedily inhaled her sweet, floral scent. “Tonight, I’m so damn happy, so damn lucky. Not only am I hard, I get to take No. 1 High School’s goddess teacher. I can’t wait to stick my rod into your tight little hole and thrust hard. Teacher Xue’s hole must feel amazing. Oh, I… I want to ride you, use my big rod to ruin your naughty hole, show you my power, make you climax endlessly.” As he spoke, his fumbling fingers worked to unbutton her blouse, exposing her chest to the cool air.

Her full mounds spilled free, framed by a lace bra that revealed their snowy curves to his ravenous gaze. In the dim classroom, they seemed to glow with a soft, flawless light, and the deep shadow of her cleavage, darker than the surrounding night, drove the man wild with desire. With a rough tug, he tore the bra apart, tossing the shredded fabric aside, and her tender mounds bounced, fully exposed. The high, snowy peaks, crowned with two small, rosy cherries, quivered like soft jelly, releasing faint wisps of a sweet, milky fragrance that made him salivate, his hunger surging uncontrollably.

Xue Zhixiao shook her head, tears seeping from the soaked eye mask and trickling into her long, soft hair, which fanned out across the platform. Muffled cries escaped her taped mouth, and the sight of her distress only fueled the man’s desire, his rod throbbing painfully. He roared, his greedy hands lunging forward, and two calloused palms eagerly covered her tender mounds. He kneaded them roughly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, which spilled between them, while his palms rubbed and pinched her rosy cherries. Her mounds were impossibly smooth, their elasticity intoxicating, and the man’s eyes gleamed with lust, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth. His thumbs pressed the cherries deep into the yielding flesh, watching them sink, and when he released, the mounds bounced back, prompting him to grab harder, his fingers digging deeper.