Part 2Entangled in the Academy: My Undercover Protector

I had zero intention of letting anything happen with them.

Seeing them closing in, I stopped caring about the dress, gave it a vicious tug, and bolted behind the podium.

"Alright! Class is starting!"

The moment my voice fell, Ron walked into the room through the back door.

"Ms. Maya, looks like you dropped something under the podium."

Without thinking, I bent down to look.

The classroom instantly exploded with hooting, whistling, and raucous laughter.

"Holy shit, she's so pale!"

"Her husband must be living like a king every night."

"Lucky kid, you mean—look at the rack on her!"

Blood rushed to my face as I realized why they had told me to bend down. I snapped upright, trembling with rage and shame.

Yet, knowing who these spoiled rich kids were, I had to swallow my fury.

Mr. Vance had made it crystal clear: at this academy, these students were clients. They were gods.

"Now... open your books to review the last lesson."

"Teacher, your shoulder strap is slipping," one teased, stepping forward. "How about we help you get dressed properly? You always say manners matter. We promise to show you real respect."

They advanced step by step, one of them even dangling a pair of black fishnet stockings in the air.

I knew exactly what twisted game they wanted to play. My entire body shook.

They were crossing every single line. Against a room full of full-grown, towering men, I was nothing more than a helpless lamb cornered for the slaughter.

"Back off! Sit down! I am your instructor, not your damn toy!"

The room froze, as if someone had hit a pause button.

A chill ran down my spine. In my panic, what had I just done?

These were the last people on earth I could afford to cross.

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of the period. I offered a stiff, trembling bow and bolted out of the room as fast as my heels could carry me.

When I finally stumbled home, I saw my husband, David, doing push-ups shirtless in the living room. Overwhelmed and needy, I immediately threw myself onto him.

"David... I missed you so much."

The heat stirred up by those boys had coiled into a fire I couldn't extinguish on my own. I desperately needed my husband.

I grabbed his rough, calloused hand and pressed it firmly against my waist, silently begging him to take over.

To my shock, he didn't react at all. His voice was freezing cold.

"Not now. I'm busy."

I froze for a second, but I didn't want to let him slip away. I scrambled up and clung to his arm.

"David, please... just hold me..."

Before I could finish, David cut me off, pure disgust dripping from his voice.

"Stop acting like a desperate whore, Maya. Look at what the hell you're wearing! If you're that horny, why don't you go beg your students? I'm sure they'd be more than happy to help you out."

He shoved me aside and stormed out. Only then did I look down and realize I had forgotten to change out of the torn, provocative dress. My mind went completely blank.

I didn't even have a chance to chase after him to explain.

My phone began buzzing violently. It was Mr. Vance.

The second I answered, he unleashed a barrage of furious shouts.

"Maya! If you don't want this damn job, say it right now! Put on the proper uniform and get your ass back here for the next class, or consider yourself fired!"

"Wait, let me expla—"

He hung up before I could finish.

Cornered, I was forced to put on the required outfit: a pencil skirt with a slit running dangerously high up the thigh, paired with black fishnets and cherry-red stiletto heels.

I knew this outfit existed solely to indulge those wealthy bastards' depraved fantasies.

I terrified myself just imagining what they might do.

Yet, knowing I had crossed the line earlier, I had to swallow my pride and submit.

Standing outside the classroom door again, my heart hammered against my ribs, dreading what was waiting for me.

To my surprise, when I walked in, they were all sitting upright and surprisingly well-behaved.

I let out a quiet sigh of relief and began the lecture.

At first, everything seemed normal—until Ron raised his hand.

"Ms. Maya, I don't get this part. Could you come over and explain it to me?"

I could feel the predatory hunger in his gaze. I didn't want to go near him.

But desperate to keep this high-paying job, I gritted my teeth and walked over.

I leaned down, instinctively clutching the neckline of my top with one hand, and started pointing out the notes.

The next second, Ron let out a low chuckle.

"Why bother covering it up, Ms. Maya? It's not like we haven't seen it. Did you run home earlier just to beg your husband for some?"

"Come on, teacher, that's not very fair to us," another piped up. "There's plenty of us here. Any one of us could treat you way better than that limp husband of yours."

"Why travel so far when you have us right here?"

Their crude comments bounced around me like a cage. Overwhelmed and suffocating, I turned to flee.

Snap.

The classroom lights went pitch black.

The sudden darkness magnified every nerve in my skin. Before I could scream, rough, heavy hands grabbed me.

"Come on, Ms. Maya... let's see what you've got."

Dread washed over me. I knew there was no escaping this time...