What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 149

“Oh, so good. Heh heh heh. Goddess, keep moving. You move, I move, and it gets exciting. I’ll move too,” the man sneered, thrusting his hips hard, so half his tip sank into Xue Zhixiao’s wet, tight entrance.

“Oh, so tight. Totally different from my wife. I almost couldn’t get in. Goddess Teacher, don’t grip so tight. Heh heh, my rod hasn’t taken such a tight tender hole in ages. Tonight’s my lucky day,” he rambled, thrusting harder, and his tip sank deeper. “Oh, oh, oh, so good, so comfortable.”

The man’s ugly moans, like a strangled animal, filled Xue Zhixiao with despair, and she froze, her heart sinking. What was the point of struggling or resisting? Hadn’t she already learned the rules of smut novels? From the moment she transmigrated into this world, hadn’t she accepted her fate, convincing herself to yield and submit? Hadn’t she prepared herself mentally to just lie back and let it happen? You’re not some reborn heroine meant to change fate or the world, she thought. You’re here to experience being taken by handsome, well-endowed men, and now it’s just a different guy. Endure it, and it’ll pass. Do you really think you’re the original heroine, suffering for some noble cause?

Endure it, and it’ll pass… pass… pass… Her mind echoed the words, but deep down, Xue Zhixiao was just an ordinary college student trapped in a smut novel. In the pitch-dark classroom, blindfolded, gagged, bound, and violated by a vile man, it would be strange not to struggle, resist, overthink, or give up. Yet struggling was useless now—his feeble rod was already inside her. She closed her eyes tightly behind the mask, tears streaming down her cheeks, and hoped this night, this chapter of the novel, would end quickly.

Noticing her stillness, as if she’d accepted her fate, the man reached out, pretending to knead her hips, but one finger slyly aimed at her pink rear bud. He thrust it hard into her untouched rear hole, sinking half his finger inside, and Xue Zhixiao’s body jolted, a soft cry escaping her taped mouth. The sudden pain made her arch her back and lift her hips instinctively, and the man seized the moment, thrusting his hips in sync with her movement. With a wet squelch, he drove his entire rod into the hole every man at school dreamed of claiming.

But before he could savor her exquisite tightness, his feeble rod buckled under her hole’s first gripping wave, and a tragic thing happened. Before he could react, his rod tightened, his tip burned, and with a strangled cry like a castrated rooster, it wilted, spraying foul essence into her passage. “Damn it, you useless piece of junk. Useless normally, fine. But failing me at the critical moment?” he cursed after the rush of release, gnashing his teeth in rage. “So damn tight, damn it.” Unwilling to pull his decayed rod from her warm, tight hole, he cursed again, kneaded her snowy peaks harshly, and rocked his hips, grinding her tender entrance to mimic intercourse. “I’ll take you to death. You made me finish, you b*tch, you naughty hole.”