Forcibly Taken by My Student’s Mother - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Study Materials? A Bit Intense

Tao Yao changed her clothes and hummed a song as she headed out.

Her father had been a professional boxer in his younger days and opened a boxing gym of decent size. Tao Yao had been knocked around by her old man since she was a child, so her skills were actually quite good. During school holidays, her father often dragged her to help out with students, claiming it was to “exercise your body and stop staring at the computer writing those unreliable things all day”—yeah, her dad had always held reservations about her writing web novels.

To this, Tao Yao expressed that she could be “proficient in both pen and sword.”

Tonight, the student she was taking on was a newly registered “VIP Private Coaching” member.

According to the receptionist girl’s mysterious whispers, it was a “very elegant, rich-looking” wealthy older lady.

Arriving at the boxing gym, she changed into her coach’s outfit: a black tight-fitting sports tank top and shorts.

Tao Yao met her student in the private coaching area.

She was indeed a wealthy sister, looking to be in her early forties, well-maintained with a lingering charm.

She wore a set of designer sportswear and exquisite makeup.

Everyone called her Sister Lin.

“Coach Tao, right? So young, and such a great figure.” Sister Lin looked Tao Yao up and down.

Her gaze lingered on Tao Yao’s exposed arm lines, firm waist and abdomen, and straight long legs, her eyes shimmering with a flirtatious smile.

Tao Yao felt a bit uncomfortable under her gaze and began the warm-up guidance and basic movement teaching in a business-like manner.

However, this Sister Lin clearly didn’t have her heart set on boxing.

“Oh, throwing punches is so tiring, my arms are aching. Coach Tao, help me check if my form is right~”

“I can never get this footwork right. Come over and hold me, lead me through the steps…”

“So hot, so thirsty. Let’s take a break and have some water. Coach Tao, would you like some too?”

After less than ten minutes of training, Sister Lin was panting daintily and clamoring for a rest.

She sat on a nearby bench, rubbing her calf with a frown: “Ouch, it feels like a cramp… Coach Tao, give it a massage for me. You professionals must know how to relieve it.”

Tao Yao didn’t suspect anything and squatted down: “Which leg? Here?”

She pressed her hand onto the calf muscle the other woman pointed out with professional technique.

“Mmm… right there… ah, yes, a bit more pressure… a bit higher… higher…”

Sister Lin’s voice gradually became strange.

It didn’t sound like a groan of pain, but rather carried a sticky, indulgent tone of enjoyment.

As Tao Yao massaged, she suddenly felt something was off.

This voice… this reaction… this gooey gaze…

She abruptly stopped her hands and looked up.

She happened to meet Sister Lin’s hook-like gaze, which was burning as it landed on her face, her chest, her waist…

A buzz went off in Tao Yao’s head, like a bolt of lightning striking through, instantly connecting the dots.

This déjà vu! No way?!

Again?!

What day is today?

Lesbian Circle Group Outing Day?

She immediately retracted her hand as if burned, stood up with a “shua,” and took two steps back.

Her face turned stiff and her voice grew cold: “Sister Lin, if you are feeling unwell, I suggest you stop training and see a doctor. Sports injuries are no joke, and I am not a professional physical therapist.”

The flirtatious smile on Sister Lin’s face froze for a moment, and she gave her a reproachful glare: “Coach Tao, why are you so unromantic~ Young people, relax a little~”

Tao Yao: “…”

What exactly was going on today?

One after another, they were all coming for her? Did she look like a “Queer Pier”?

Seeing Tao Yao’s stubbornness and the “don’t touch me” aura radiating from her, Sister Lin felt bored.

She curled her lip and twisted her hips to find a private coach in the neighboring area who was said to be very good at making female students happy and had a nice body.

Watching her retreating back, Tao Yao only felt a deep sense of powerlessness and absurdity wash over her.

She turned and rushed into the bathroom attached to the coach’s lounge. Facing the mirror, she looked at herself.

Her figure was quite tall and slender.

Due to long-term exercise, her muscle lines were smooth and symmetrical—not the exaggerated bodybuilder type, but a vibrant sense of power.

Broad shoulders, a thin waist, straight long legs, clear features, bright eyes, and a straight nose.

Her lips… Senior had said they looked a bit thin and cold when she wasn’t smiling, but once she smiled, it was incredibly infectious—the kind of energetic, sunny, and cheerful look.

For the convenience of sports, her hair was cut a bit short—a clean and sharp wolf-cut hairstyle reaching her collarbone.

“Do I look… very T? Very ‘lesbian-attracting’?” Tao Yao murmured to herself in the mirror, confused.

“And what kind of weird constitution is this? Specifically attracting… sisters and aunties older than me?”

This experience could practically be written into a rant novel titled “Regarding the Fact That I’m Clearly Straight, but Always Getting Hit on by Older Sisters and Aunties”!

“Straight. I am straight,” Tao Yao brainwashed herself in the mirror, her gaze firm.

“Iron-straight girl!”

“These… are all accidents. Yes, their vision is the problem. Or I’m having a streak of bad luck recently!”

After finishing her psychological construction, she braced herself to complete the rest of the group class teaching for the night.

It was nearly 10:30 PM by the time she got home.

After a tiring wash-up, she threw herself onto her small bed. Tao Yao felt exhausted in both body and mind.

Earning money isn’t easy, and warding off “wolves” is even harder—especially various unexpected female perverts.

Near 11:00 PM, her eyelids began to fight.

Just as she was preparing to turn off the light and sleep, her phone on the pillow suddenly vibrated, the screen lighting up.

It was that familiar avatar again, L.

Tao Yao’s sleepiness instantly vanished by half, and her heart skipped a beat for some reason.

She clicked on the message.

L: “I tried to create a contrast as you said.”

L: “I wore the clothes, and I found an opportunity to be alone.”

L: “But she didn’t seem to have any special reaction, even a bit… avoidant.”

L: “In the end, she even emphasized that she is straight.”

The tone was still flat.

But Tao Yao could clearly read the confusion, frustration, and… a bit of pent-up gloom between the lines.

Tao Yao was suddenly delighted. The awkwardness and irritation accumulated during the day instantly found an outlet.

Hahaha!

It seemed her declaration of being straight had indeed dealt a blow to this cold female CEO!

Even dressing like that was useless? Feeling very depressed, aren’t you?

Serves you right!

Suppressing her laughter, she adjusted her emotions and continued to play the role of the dutiful “confidante and relationship mentor.”

Tao Zhi Yao Yao: “Don’t lose heart, Sister!”

Tao Zhi Yao Yao: “This might be exactly the sign of her inner turmoil!”

Tao Zhi Yao Yao: “Specifically emphasizing ‘straight’ actually shows that she noticed your difference and had a stress response, needing to use this method to draw a line and convince herself.”

Tao Zhi Yao Yao: “This is a good sign. It shows your ‘contrast’ strategy is working and you’ve poked her!”

L: “Effective?”

L: “She only seemed uncomfortable and awkward.”

Is she starting to waver and doubt?

That won’t do!

The play hasn’t reached its climax yet!

She hasn’t seen the scene where Lu Xuelan completely drops her act and makes an awkward confession!

Tao Yao immediately switched to expert mode, combining her experience of scrutinizing character psychology while writing novels. Her fingers flew:

Tao Zhi Yao Yao: “Of course it’s possible, trust me!”

Tao Zhi Yao Yao: “The prelude to a heart skipping a beat is often panic and being at a loss.”

Tao Zhi Yao Yao: “Especially for a young female college student who hasn’t experienced a relationship, the first reaction to a sudden, strong attraction is denial and escape!”

Tao Zhi Yao Yao: “This is too normal!”

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, even starting to improvise and add color:

Tao Zhi Yao Yao: “I’ve encountered similar cases. At first, there’s all kinds of dodging and emphasizing sexual orientation, but then through slow contact, they discover the other person’s good points and fall in step by step… So, Sister, you can’t back down now. Instead, you need to strike while the iron is hot.”

Tao Zhi Yao Yao: “The more she hides, the greater the impact you’re giving her, and the more chaotic her heart becomes.”

Tao Zhi Yao Yao: “At this time, you need to be a bit more proactive, but the method must be clever so as not to scare her away.”

She could almost see the scene of Lu Xuelan, cold-faced and holding her breath, using that arrogant and awkward tone to say confession words to her, “Teacher Tao.”

When that time came, she could leisurely take out her phone and show the chat logs.

With a cold sneer: “President Lu, what kind of game are you playing? Calling me a gold-digger on one hand, while going online to ask for help on how to chase me? Even dressing like that to seduce me? Is it fun?”

Just thinking about that image made Tao Yao so excited she almost rolled around on the bed.

She even practiced the subsequent “face-slapping” lines in her head several times.

The other party remained silent for a long time.

L: “More proactive? How should I be proactive?”

Finally, she sent this sentence back. Her tone sounded as if she were seriously considering it.

Tao Yao wiggled her toes smugly, feeling like she was guiding an interesting experiment.

Tao Zhi Yao Yao: “Since the first wave of ‘contrast’ had an effect, you can try some cleverer contact and hints next.”

Tao Zhi Yao Yao: “For example, create some natural opportunities for physical contact, but don’t make it too deliberate.”

Tao Zhi Yao Yao: “Of course, you have to handle the boundaries well!”

Anyway, across the internet, who knows if it works or not? Just bluff her first and let Lu Xuelan make a fool of herself a bit more.

The other party seemed to be deliberating.

L: “I’ll give it a try.”

L: “However, she seems very resistant to physical contact. We almost touched today, and her reaction was very big.”

Tao Yao remembered her embarrassing reaction during the day, her face heating up. She hurriedly typed:

Tao Zhi Yao Yao: “That’s because it was too sudden. Next time you can try something more casual, like a light touch of the fingertips when handing things over… The key is to be natural, so she doesn’t realize it’s intentional.”

L: “Mmm, I understand.”

The other party seemed to accept the suggestion.

But immediately followed with: “L: You seem to be truly experienced.”

Tao Yao’s heart skipped a beat, afraid the other party would get suspicious. She started bragging with half-truths:

Tao Zhi Yao Yao: “Oh, I’ve seen a lot! I usually love to observe and help friends analyze. As for myself… my relationship experience is quite rich too.”

Tao Zhi Yao Yao: “My theoretical knowledge is solid. As for practice… everyone has their own way.”

Tao Zhi Yao Yao: “Anyway, try adjusting according to what I said and move flexibly based on her feedback.”

After sending it, she breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that she was getting more and more invested in her role as a “relationship mentor.”

The other party went quiet again.

Tao Yao waited for a while, but there was no reply.

She figured she might be digesting the teaching points or was busy with work.

She yawned, preparing to sleep.

Just as her consciousness was hazy and she was about to enter dreamland, the phone vibrated several times in succession, sounding particularly clear in the quiet night.

She groggily fumbled for the phone, squinting as she clicked it open.

L had sent a compressed file package.

Attached was a message: “Study materials. I found some.”

“Since you are experienced, help me see which ones are more… practical and suitable for learning?”

Confused, Tao Yao opened the compressed package. Inside were several video files.

She casually clicked the first one. “Mmm… ah… haa… slow, slower…”

“Holy shit!” Tao Yao was scared out of her wits, her sleepiness completely gone.

She scrambled to mute the phone, her heart pounding wildly, her face instantly turning deep red, her ears burning.

What… what the hell?!

Adult movies?!

And it’s girl-on-girl?!

Before she could regain her composure, the other party sent another message:

L: “These are of different styles; they are said to have good reviews.”

L: “Help me filter them. Which style might be more suitable… for learning?”

Tao Yao: “…”

She practically wanted to reach through the internet and shake Lu Xuelan awake: Big sister, you are a listed company president, a cold female powerhouse. Not a bored otaku girl seeking “sauce” and learning weird knowledge late at night! Your character setting has crumbled into dust!

And you’re asking me, a straight girl, to help you choose this kind of “study material”?

Evaluating which style is suitable for learning? Is this normal?

But… for the sake of the great cause of revenge, to see the wonderful moment when Lu Xuelan is completely exposed and then slapped in the face by her.

And also… cough, to collect some “writing materials” that aren’t usually easy to come by and might inspire inspiration…

Tao Yao bit her teeth, her face hot enough to fry an egg.

Like a thief, she turned her phone brightness to the lowest, then braced herself, clicked on those short videos, and skimmed through them by fast-forwarding.

The light from the screen reflected her flushed face, her flickering gaze, and her slightly parted lips.

What are these… it’s too much… so many variations…

Does Lu Xuelan usually watch these “study materials”? No wonder her methods… are extraordinary!

Can… can this be used as material? It seems… a bit stimulating?

No!

Tao Yao, what are you thinking!

You are a straight girl!

Straight!

This is all for art!

No, for revenge!

Enduring the discomfort, she instinctively picked two that seemed relatively… uh, had a plot build-up, and sent them back.

Tao Zhi Yao Yao: “This one, and this one… they focus more on foreplay and atmosphere, not so blunt. They fit your character better, you can ‘learn and draw lessons’ from them…”

After sending it, she felt as if her soul were leaving her body, her fingers trembling.

What is all this!

The other party fell into silence again.

Tao Yao threw the phone aside and buried herself in the quilt, her cheeks burning and her whole body feeling restless.

Whether stimulated by those videos or the lingering influence of Lu Xuelan’s outfit during the day.

After she fell asleep in a daze, she actually had an absurd and… fiery dream.

In the dream, the light was dim.

She seemed to be pinning someone down.

the touch was warm and delicate, with amazing elasticity.

The other party’s face was buried in shadows, not clearly visible, only emitting intermittent, suppressed sobs and low moans.

That voice was a bit cold—cold with a hint of charm, carrying an unbearable hoarseness—and her hand was shockingly placed on a mass of softness…

“Ah!” Tao Yao woke up with a start, sat up, and gasped for breath.

Her forehead was covered in sweat, and her body was hot.

In the darkness, she covered her face and whispered in a collapse: “I’ve really seen a ghost… It’s all because of that closeted old woman, sending those messy things, and dressing like that to seduce me during the day!”

She fumbled for her phone; the light of the screen made her squint.

There was one unread message from L, sent after 3:00 AM.

L: “You like ones with a plot and gradual progression?”

Tao Yao stared at this message, and her face heated up again.

At the same time, a surge of nameless fire flared up.

Like?

Like your head!

I did that to help you choose… no, to trap you!

Also not right… She angrily locked the phone screen and threw it back to the pillow.

Lying down again, she covered her head with the quilt.

Yet she couldn’t dispel the blurred touch and sound from her dream.

Her heart was still out of rhythm.

She couldn’t imagine, and she couldn’t control herself from imagining—

That President Lu Xuelan, who was always cold-faced, spoke sharply, and seemed to live on air. If she really… was like the videos, or like in her dream, acting “wild”… what would she look like?

Would she be restrained, or out of control, using that ice-cold voice to say wanton words…

As soon as this thought popped up, it was like a wildfire spreading across the plains.

It burned her ears hot and made her feel wrong all over, unable to fall back asleep.