What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 33
Xue Zhixiao stole glances at Feng Jiye’s buzz-cut head through her lashes.
They say the ultimate test of a man’s looks is shaving his head down to military length.
Feng Jiye passed with flying colors.
Standing over six feet tall, his sculpted muscles strained against the camo tank top—not a hint of sloppiness, just raw, disciplined power. His face was unfairly perfect: sharp jawline, smoldering peach-blossom eyes, and a smirk that oozed mischief. One glance could glue anyone’s gaze to him.
Right now, he and Yan Yi were deep in conversation—two devastatingly handsome men trading barbs, a feast for the eyes.
Xue Zhixiao poked at her food, her appetite gone, and her mind in turmoil.
She knew what Feng Jiye was thinking. She knew what he’d do next.
Yet since their introductions, he hadn’t spared her another look or word.
But…
“Really?” Yan Yi’s voice snapped her back.
“Of course! Why would I lie? Been waiting for you to try it!”
“Then quit wasting time—show me!”
Feng Jiye led them to his workshop—a repurposed garage where he’d commandeered an armored vehicle as his bed. Inside a ten-square-meter sealed room, machines and parts sat meticulously arranged, with everything unnervingly tidy.
He handed them VR headsets. “Put these on. Time to witness greatness.”
“Ugh, your ego’s showing.” Yan Yi tossed one to Xue Zhixiao before scoffing at his friend.
Feng Jiye’s smirk deepened. “Prepare to be amazed.”
They strapped into custom chairs, donning headsets and headphones.
Yan Yi’s Experience:
A dogfight simulation erupted—fighter jets weaving through explosions, gunfire roaring in his ears. The hyper-realistic visuals hijacked his senses. Typical male adrenaline junkie—he was instantly hooked.
Xue Zhixiao’s Experience:
High-definition, uncensored… and 3D.
After Yan Yi’s toy-based training, graphic scenes of entangled bodies didn’t faze her. Birds of a feather flock together—no surprise Yan Yi’s best friend had similar interests.
But VR added a visceral layer. Within minutes, her body betrayed her: warmth pooled between her thighs, dampness seeping into her panties. She clenched her legs subtly, squirming in the chair.
Then—
A hand slid under her dress.
She jolted, a yelp rising—until Yan Yi’s voice purred in her ear.
“Shh, it’s me. Baby, let’s do VR sex right here.”
“N-no… Feng Jiye’s still—”
“Gone. Just us now.” His fingers crept higher, brushing slick folds. “Open up for me.”
“Ah!~”
One fingertip pressed inside, her walls trembling around it.
“Good girl,” he murmured, circling her sensitive nub. “Don’t fight it… just take it.”