Chapter 2

I had zero intention of messing around with any of them.

Ignoring the tearing sound, I yanked the fabric free and sprinted behind the podium.

"Alright, settle down! Class is starting."

Just as I spoke, Ron strolled through the door.

"Hey, Miss Mia, you dropped something under the desk."

I bent down without thinking.

A chorus of whistles and raucous laughter exploded instantly.

"Holy shit, look at that rack!"

"Her husband is one lucky bastard."

"Forget the husband, imagine being fed by those!"

Realizing why they tricked me into bending over, blood rushed to my face. I shot upright, trembling with humiliation.

Yet, knowing their elite backgrounds, I had to swallow the insult.

Vance had made it crystal clear: in this academy, these rich brats were kings.

"Now, open your books to review last week's material."

"Teacher, your shoulder strap is slipping," one of them drawled. "How about we help you fix it? You always talk about mutual respect and manners. We promise we'll take real good care of you."

They advanced toward the podium, someone even dangling a pair of sheer, crotchless fishnet stockings.

I knew exactly what they were planning. A cold dread swept through me.

They were relentless. Surrounded by a dozen muscular young men, I felt like a helpless lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Sit down! All of you!" I snapped, my voice shaking. "I am your instructor, not your plaything!"

The entire room went dead silent, as if someone had hit pause.

Panic clawed at my throat. What had I just done?

These were the untouchable heirs I was strictly forbidden from offending.

Fortunately, the bell saved me. I bowed stiffly and bolted out of the room at full speed.

When I finally got home, I found my husband, Mark, shirtless on the living room floor doing push-ups. Desperate for comfort, I threw my arms around him.

"Mark... I missed you so much."

The filthy tension ignited by those students had left me rattled and burning. I desperately needed warmth from my own husband.

I guided his rough hand to my waist, begging for some intimacy.

To my shock, he remained completely indifferent. His tone was icy cold.

"I'm busy."

I froze for a second, but I couldn't let him walk away. I scrambled up and tugged at his arm.

"Please, baby... just touch me..."

Mark turned around, his face twisted in disgust.

"Stop acting so pathetic, Mia. Look at what you're wearing! If you're that starved for cock, why don't you go back to those students of yours? I'm sure they'd love to fuck you."

He shoved past me and slammed the bedroom door. Only then did I realize I hadn't changed out of the torn dress. I stood there, utterly numb.

Before I could even knock to explain, my phone rang violently. It was Vance.

The moment I answered, a barrage of fury blasted through the speaker.

"Mia, if you want to quit, say it now! Put on the designated outfit and get back in that classroom, or consider yourself fired!"

"Mr. Vance, let me explain—"

He hung up on me.

With tears in my eyes, I had to change into an ultra-revealing evening cheongsam slit all the way up to my hip. The dress code demanded black fishnets and sky-high red heels.

I knew this outfit existed solely to satisfy their sick fetishes.

I was terrified of what they might do.

Yet, I was the one who had crossed the line earlier. I had to swallow the bitter pill.

Standing outside the classroom door again, my heart hammered against my ribs.

Surprisingly, when I walked in, they were all seated quietly.

I exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding and started the lesson.

Everything seemed normal until Ron raised his hand.

"Miss Mia, I don't get this problem. Could you come over and explain it to me?"

Catching the predatory hunger in his eyes, every instinct screamed at me to refuse.

To keep the job, I swallowed my fear and walked to his desk.

Leaning down, I instinctively shielded my chest with one hand while pointing at his notes.

Ron scoffed softly in my ear.

"Why cover up, Mia? It's not like we haven't seen it all. Did you run home to beg your husband for a quickie?"

"Come on, teach, that's not fair," another chimed in. "Any one of us could pleasure you a hundred times better than that loser."

"Why look far away when you've got real men right here?"

Their filthy taunts closed in on me like a net. I panicked and tried to pull back.

Suddenly, the lights snapped off.

Complete darkness heightened every sensation. Heavy, rough hands instantly clamped onto my body.

"Let's test you out, teacher..."

I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing there was no escape this time...