What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 148

“Goddess Teacher, you’re wet from my touch!” the man exclaimed, his breathing growing heavier, and his body trembled with excitement. His short finger circled her entrance, feeling the steady flow of juices, and he marveled at how sensitive her young body was—one touch, and she was drenched. Soon, he thought, he’d experience her hole, growing wetter with every thrust.

Driven by that thought, his finger parted the slick petals and thrust hard into her hole’s entrance, where layers of warm, wet flesh wrapped tightly around it, sucking and pulling it deeper. The sensation thrilled him—her passage was tender and tight, making even one finger feel like a challenge, unlike his wife’s loose, cavernous passage. After a few tough thrusts, her hole grew wetter and softer, and he quickened his pace, sometimes curling his finger to dig and widen her tender walls, sometimes rotating it rapidly in and out. Soon, her hole made tempting squelching sounds, and he added a second finger, working her exquisite passage harder and faster, while his other hand never left her high, firm peaks.

Two sensitive parts of Xue Zhixiao’s body were ravaged by this foul man, and she was lost in a haze of unwanted desire, her delicate frame trembling endlessly. Tingling pleasure surged through her like electric currents, and her juices flowed freely, soaking the thin skirt beneath her hips and staining the platform with slick patches. Soft moans escaped her taped lips, echoing in the quiet classroom, their sensual tone irresistible. A saintly goddess teacher, who once taught students at this very platform, was now bound and violated by an unknown, vile man, his sucking and fingering drawing waves of pleasure and ceaseless moans from her.

Her seductive moans sent a numb thrill through the man, even to his earlobes, and he growled, unable to hold back. Though he couldn’t see her face clearly in the dark, her sounds told him she was aroused by his actions. He pulled his fingers from her hole, freed his rod—hard for the first time in ages—and smeared her juices onto it. Lifting her obstructing skirt, he tore off the fragile, soaked thong, took a deep breath, puffed out his chest, and sucked in his belly slightly. He guided his short, feeble rod toward the deepest part of her fair, slender legs, its tip pressing hard against her soft, closed, tender entrance.

Xue Zhixiao, lost in the fog of desire, snapped awake, her heart lurching as she realized her chastity was at stake. Her tender passage, touched only by her senior, was about to be invaded by a stranger’s foul rod. She couldn’t accept it—how could she betray Li Minghao? How could she face him after being defiled? She shook her head wildly, her bound hands straining against the cuffs, and her long legs, dangling off the platform, bent to kick the man away. But her efforts were futile against his bulk, and her leg movements only allowed his tip to sink slightly into her entrance, deepening her panic.