My Lecturer My Husband

"Ugh... no..."

Emily Thompsons mind was groggy and her consciousness blurry, but the sensations in her body were vividly clear. Her reason told her to resist, yet her body betrayed her, excited by the unfamiliar yet pleasurable feelings, even eagerly wanting to reciprocate.

"No, this isnt me. How could I become like this? My first time... it was just taken away? Who is the man on top of me?"

A sense of shame and reason fiercely tormented Emilys heart.

The man above her was like a beast, wantonly plundering her tender body. His deep, heavy panting fiercely stimulated her already numb nerves, and she was powerless to fight back.

After a tiring ordeal, Emily closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep. She slept soundly without dreaming, waking up naturally.

Upon waking, the man beside her was undeniably by her side, in reality, not in a dream.

What exactly happened?

Emily only remembered coming here for the anime clubs celebration party, drinking too much, being escorted to this room, and then... she dozed off in a daze, feeling something odd. When she opened her eyes, she found the man already inside her.

The reason Emily remained calm and didnt freak out or call the police immediately was because... this man was a rare gem!

His face was so handsome it was unparalleled, shocking even the highest offices!

Had she not seen it with her own eyes, Emily wouldnt have believed that such a face existed in the three-dimensional world, thinking it could only be found in the realm of fantasy, the two-dimensional world.

Emily stared at the exquisite face, unable to tear her gaze away, just as she couldnt struggle free from under him before.

Could such a man really be a rapist?

The mans hair was slightly disheveled, long eyelashes covering his eyes. Now, his eyelids twitched, the eyelashes quivering, and then his eyes opened, revealing his— the man woke up.

Emily panicked a bit, pulling the blanket closer to cover herself.

What should she do? Demand an explanation from him or call the police?

Judging by his appearance, he didnt seem like a thug and should be able to communicate normally. Maybe she should talk to him.

The man looked a bit exhausted, struggling in bed for a while before finally propping himself up. He raised his hand to rub his brow before fully opening his eyes.

When his gaze caught Emily beside him, he shot out of bed like a rocket, landing on the floor.

"Whats going on? Who are you? Why are you here?"

The man seemed to realize he was acting inappropriately and tried to control himself, but his tone still betrayed his panic, making Emily feel like she was the one who slept with him, not the other way around.

But that wasnt right. She was the victim, the one who lost something precious. He was the one who took her valuable first night! How could he act like the victim?

Thinking this way, Emily felt a bit frustrated: "Youre asking me? How should I know? I was going to ask you. Why did you suddenly barge into my room last night and... do... that to me!"

The mans eyes widened, his gaze dropping, his chest heaving as if gradually recalling last nights events. He muttered to himself: "How could this be... How could I... How could I do such a thing?"