My Life as a Trashy Novel Teacher

I transmigrated to a trashy romance novel as a male teacher.

And I was a woman in my original world!

If I had committed a crime, let the law punish me.

Why should my gender be transformed?

Now, when I was tutoring the female lead, she accidentally fell into my arms, her eyes glistening with tears.

What a picture of helpless beauty.

Oh Mr. Johnson are you alright?

Fuck. Is this some kind of cosmic joke?

And the female lead was secretly crushing my crotch.

Like hell I would be alright.

This whole story was a mess. It seemed I was the only sane person trapped in it.

In class, I explained to the students that one plus one equals three.

They all listened intently, applauding from time to time to encourage me.

I was so moved No!

I, a girl who barely passed high school math, was now a math teacher in a steamy novel.

Mixed in with the scattered applause were other sounds. Indescribable ones.

Mmm don't, not here.

They'll hear us Mr. Johnson will find out

So what? Wouldn't that be more fun?

You little bitch. You were practically draped all over him yesterday.

Hold on! Mmm How did you see that? I thought you lived in the building across from ours.

Do you have binoculars? X-ray vision? You're such a creep.

The soft whimpers washed over me like a wave, leaving me stranded and spiritually dead on the shore.

Who's better? Him or me?

Hello? For your information, I'm right here.

Sigh. I scanned the classroom.

It seemed every student here was conveniently deaf and blind.

Perfect.

I wouldn't want to spoil your fun, even if it meant my eyes might start bleeding from the second-hand embarrassment.

All jokes aside, the moment the bell rang, I decided to see the school nurse about my eyes.

Seeing me, the handsome nurse Dr. Miller had a strange flush creeping up from under his glasses.

Well you seem fine. Just get some rest. And

He trailed off, hesitating. He kept his eyes on the eye drops he was handing over.

You need to exercise some self-control.

Excuse me? What did I do that required self-control?

Behind him, the privacy curtain was pulled almost completely shut.

I looked down. Next to the leg of the bed was a pair of shoes.

They were Emma's shoes.

Oh, no. I'm not taking the fall for this.

Something is not right here.

And Dr. Miller, my friend, you are acting very suspiciously.

So why are you blushing at me?

Hard pass. I'm not diving into a gay romance.

Maybe you should be more concerned about the girl behind the curtain.

If she keeps shaking like that, she's going to shatter the bed to pieces.

Honestly, this is my life now.

By day, I was forced to listen to my students making love on my class.

By night, I had to play my role as the male lead in this novel.

I lived in same building as the female lead did. As her tutor, I visited her place every night.

The first time, Emma (the female lead) accidentally tripped, falling into my arms.

Oh, Mr. Johnson! I'm I'm so sorry! Are you okay?

The second time, she walked up the stairs and tumbled right into my chest.

Oh my gosh, Mr. Johnson, I didn't mean to

The third time, she tried to pick up a textbook and, you guessed it, landed in my arms again.

Sob, Mr. Johnson, I just don't understand this problem

The fourth time

Enough!

If this girl had balance issues, she should see a doctor!

Why did she keep launching herself at me?

Even if I were interested, which I was not, my body couldn't take this abuse.

To make it worse, Emma's mom brought us a plate of sliced fruit.

She turned on a little desk lamp, and closed the bedroom door behind her with a knowing smile.

Thank you so much for all your hard work, Mr. Johnson.

I was too terrified to move.

Leaving Emma's room, I felt like my life force had been drained by a succubus.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I suddenly remembered that pervert living in the building across the street.

Why didn't he come over and take my position instead of just watching his girlfriend staying with another man?

Anyway, I couldn't go on like this.

It was not just that I had no idea how to tutor her. With her throwing herself at me like this, she was not learning a damn thing anyway.

After careful consideration, I talked to Emma's mother with all my sincerity.

Mrs. Smith, Emma's academic progress has been astonishingly fast.

She clasped my hand, her eyes shining with gratitude.

Really? That's all thanks to you, Mr. Johnson.

Yes, exactly! Which is why I believe her performance has stabilized. She no longer requires any additional tutoring.

But she began, hesitant.

I pressed on. No buts. You have to trust her. She's going to be a top student!

So, starting tomorrow, I won't be coming over anymore.

Standing behind Mrs. Smith, Emma seemed on the verge of tears.

I, on the other hand, could barely contain my grin. I felt like a new man.

Well, I should be going. Goodbye.

Oh, of course. Thank you again, Mrs. Smith said, still beaming. Mr. Johnson, you're a wonderful teacher.

Bye-bye now!

Good news puts a spring in your step, and my steps took me straight to a bar.

One drink in, and the room was spinning.

Oh god, you've got to be kidding me.

This body was a total lightweight!

The bar's dim lighting swam before my eyes, and I nearly passed out.

Are you okay? A voice, and a hand steadying my waist.

Thanks, I'm f mmph. Before I could finish, a powerful wave of nausea hit me.

I clamped a hand over my mouth, pushed the stranger away, and stumbled toward the men's room.

Blech

Phew.

After emptying my stomach, I felt much better.

Just then, I heard a rustling sound from the next stall.

Don't not like this

Huh? That voice sounded familiar. I listened closer.

Like what? Like this? A sharp slap, followed by a gasp from the girl.

Mmm, you little thing

The air thickened with a raw, undeniable desire.

But someone's in here

Doesn't that make it more exciting? Huh?

And once again, I was an unwilling audience member to a live performance.

Hey, author? For your information, writing the same scene again and again won't do you any favors.

I stumbled out of the restroom, wondering what I did to deserve this curse.

A figure approached me, silhouetted against the light.

Feeling any better?

The voice was like a cool breeze. The man in front of me was tall and well-built, with handsome features.

His black button-down shirt hinted at a gym-toned body, and his tailored slacks were ahem.

Realizing he was the good Samaritan who saved me from face-planting earlier, I thanked him.

But meanwhile, an inappropriate thought crossed my mind.

That's a seriously hot outfit.

I felt two warm trickles from my nose.

His eyes widened. You're having a nosebleed! Are you okay?!

I hastily covered my nose, forcing a laugh.

Just been a little stressed lately, hah. How embarrassing.

I took the napkin he offered and thanked him again.

He chuckled. Don't worry about it. Why don't you come sit down for a bit?

I didn't think one of my drinks would knock you out that fast.

Huh? I asked, confused.

He pointed to the bar. I was the one who made your drink.

Oh. I nodded, mortified.

So I'd waltzed in here like I owned the place, only to be taken down by a single cocktail and then get a nosebleed from checking out the hot bartender!

As if sensing my humiliation, he smiled again.

Let me make you something to help with the hangover. Consider it my apology for not warning you.

Hah, you don't have to do that. It's fine.

Come on.

Back at the bar, I finished the non-alcoholic drink, listened to a few jazz numbers, and decided it was time to go.

I got up and turned to Ethanthe bartender who saved me.

You're busy, I should get going.

Ethan looked up at me. Wait, I'm about to close up. Want to walk out together?

Sure.

I meant, honestly, who could say no to a handsome guy with a smile in his eyes asking you so gently?

Even if I am technically a guy right now.

It didn't matter. If I couldn't have him, I could at least look.

I waited for Ethan by the back door of the bar while he finished up.

Sorry for the wait, his voice said from behind me.

I turned around.

No problem at!!! My world screeched to a halt.

Could someone please tell me why Emma was also using the back exit?

And was that Bathroom Bro dragging her along by the hand?

My gaze dropped. Wow. He was certainly hands-on.

I spun around quickly, but I turned too fast.

Some degenerate left a banana peel on the ground!

Just as I was about to become intimately acquainted with the pavement, Ethan caught me.

My hero! My absolute hero!

You okay? Ethan asked, his voice laced with concern.

One of his arms was wrapped around my waist, the other holding my hand, pulling me securely against his chest.

I shook my head slowly, clutching my heart as it hammered against my ribs.

Ah! A sharp gasp shattered the intimate moment between us. Mr. Johnson?

Emma's eyes darted between Ethan and me, her expression a cocktail of shock, dawning realization, and finally, utter heartbreak.

Does does this mean

Mean what? Don't you dare finish that sentence. We're completely innocent here!

Then, in a tone one might use to condemn a cheating lover, she added, No wonder

No wonder what?!

Look at the guy whose hand was still attached to you and think before you speak!

Emma let out a little whimper, covered her face, and ran off crying.

Logan (the Bathroom Bro) shot me a death glare.

Hmph. You made Emma cry. I'll make you pay for that.

Then he chased after her.