Transformed into a High School Deep Closet Goddess Teacher in a Hot Romance with a Scumbag Girlfriend - Chapter 10

The next day was the weekend.

Sheng Xining had already returned to the Sheng family. On Saturday afternoon, she was curled up under the blankets taking a nap and had just woken up. She picked up her phone out of boredom and saw numerous group chats from the original owner’s WeChat constantly updating with messages.

One group chat in particular caught her attention—it was a lesbian social circle for A-city’s elite. The group was buzzing about the birthday party arrangements for someone called “Brother Long” that evening.

Usually, when Sheng Xining was bored, she would lurk and glance at what they were talking about. She discovered they were a group of well-traveled, wildly fun-loving, and party-hard lesbians who were fiercely protective of each other. The group wasn’t large—just twenty or thirty people—some out, some not, like some kind of secret urban sisterhood, guarding each other’s privacy with extreme loyalty.

Sheng Xining ruffled her messy, wavy hair and thought for a moment. Out of curiosity and a desire to broaden her horizons, she typed in the group: “What time?”

Instantly, the lively chat exploded like water hitting a boiling oil pan.

“No way, am I seeing this right, everyone? Xining actually surfaced?”

“Damn, is that really you, Sheng Xining? You’ve been MIA for ages, off being a glorious people’s teacher nurturing the flowers of the motherland. What brings you here today?”

“See? Brother Long’s got clout—she shows up the moment it’s her birthday!”

By 5:30 p.m., the birthday bash was in full swing. The venue was a rooftop bar at a luxury hotel owned by Brother Long’s family, and they had taken over the entire floor.

After an extravagant birthday feast, the group gathered in a massive KTV-slash-dance hall and began an unrestrained, wild celebration.

Midway through, after gifts had been presented, the hype squad kicked into gear.

Sheng Xining, who had been quietly observing from a corner of the sofa, was suddenly yanked up—phone and all—by a tipsy sister. The girl, her face flushed with alcohol, excitedly shouted, “Hey hey hey, it’s Xining’s turn to perform something for Brother Long’s birthday! Where’s the applause, everyone?”

Immediately, thunderous applause erupted, mixed with the deafening electronic music, making her head throb.

Sheng Xining raised an eyebrow: “?”

Someone slurred, “Th-th-then, let’s have that performance from last time! What do you all say?”

“YES—”

“That one was so hot!”

Under the dazzling laser lights, Brother Long stood in the middle of the dance floor, swirling a glass of red wine, a smirk playing on her lips as she looked at Sheng Xining.

All eyes turned toward her.

Sheng Xining had no choice but to grit her teeth and agree, “Fine!” She quickly added, “But I need to prepare first—give me a minute!”

She figured if she stalled long enough, everyone would be too drunk to remember. Truthfully, she had no idea what “that performance from last time” even was.

Just then, the intricately carved glass doors were pushed open by a waiter, and a line of long-legged, slim-waisted hostesses cooed, “Good evening, boss~~~~” as they filed into the private room.

Counting them, there were twelve in total.

Brother Long swept back her bleached hair with a flourish, sending hair gel flying everywhere, then turned and spread her gym-toned arms wide to the crowd, her voice deep and magnetic:

“Everyone, enjoy yourselves—tonight’s on me—”

When a princess in a shimmering black bodycon dress wiggled her way over and plopped down beside Sheng Xining, an overpowering whiff of some designer perfume—the kind that’s been done to death—assaulted her nostrils.

“Hey, sis~” The princess tilted her head, her bedazzled nails tangling in a strand of Sheng Xining’s long hair, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. “What should I call you?”

Sheng Xining: “……”

No wonder the original Sheng Xining had thrived in this circle—it was absolute chaos. The thought made her resent Teacher Ji’s predicament all over again.

When she didn’t respond, the princess swayed her half-exposed chest and leaned in closer with a pout. Sheng Xining couldn’t take it anymore. She had come to broaden her horizons, but this was way beyond her comfort zone. She abruptly stood up, feigning drunkenness, and excused herself to the restroom.

“Xining, you okay? Gonna puke?”

“You guys keep having fun. I’ll check on her.”

Long Ge, the butch lesbian with an ironclad reputation, caught up to her in the restroom in a few swift strides. With practiced ease, she gathered Sheng Xining’s hair and patted her back. “You good? Xining, since when did your alcohol tolerance tank like this?”

Sheng Xining glanced at the hefty gold chain dangling from Long Ge’s neck and forced a smile. “I’m fine.” After pretending to retch, she even spat for good measure before straightening up.

Wiping her mouth, she met Long Ge’s gaze seriously. “Long Ge, I gotta tell you something. Keep it between us.”

“Deal!”

So, building on Long Ge’s comment about her supposed low alcohol tolerance, Sheng Xining spun a wild tale. She claimed that during her disappearance, she’d fallen ill. After surgery, her body had undergone some inexplicable changes—like her alcohol tolerance plummeting, her memory lapsing, and even losing touch with skills she once mastered.

Long Ge frowned at her hesitant demeanor. “The hell, Sheng Xining? Since when do you tiptoe around words? We’re tops—spit it out!”

Sighing, Sheng Xining confessed, “It’s just… I’ve been having some issues in bed lately.”

Long Ge’s expression turned grave. After a moment of contemplation, she punched Sheng Xining’s shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t sweat it. Leave it to me.”

Mission accomplished, Sheng Xining cheered inwardly.

Back in the private room, Long Ge dragged Sheng Xining inside and raised her voice above the chatter. “Hold up, everyone—listen!”

The tipsy elite lesbians of City A lifted their heads from their cozy, fragrant huddles.

Long Ge announced, “Our Xining can’t top anymore. Y’all gotta help her out!”

Sheng Xining: “……………………”

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On the way back, Sheng Xining drank heavily—half from being pressured, half by choice. She wanted to numb herself enough to avoid replaying the sheer awkwardness of that entire room.

When the designated driver dropped her off, he reminded her not to forget the stuff in the trunk. Staggering, she yanked the items out and had just slammed the trunk shut when the butler approached, beaming, and reached to take them from her.

“No need,” Sheng Xining dodged quickly. “I’ve got it.”

The butler’s smile froze for a moment as he skeptically eyed the plastic bags, only to find they contained nothing more than some children’s snack cups. He couldn’t fathom why the young mistress seemed so tense.

It was already past 1 a.m.

Sheng Xining dumped the entire bag of snack cups onto the large bed. The colorful chocolate cream cookies encased in jelly shells, though whimsically childish, seemed to exude an oddly suggestive aura in the dim light of the night.

A message popped up in the group chat from Brother Long—

“@Sheng Xining, lick ten snack cups clean with just your tongue today. No hands or other tools allowed—only your tongue. This is to train your licking and sucking skills.”

“Focus on quantity first, not speed. You need to build a solid foundation for your tongue.”

“Next comes speed. Finishing one cup in under five minutes is passing, three minutes is decent, one minute is good, and thirty seconds is excellent.”

“My record is fifteen seconds per cup. Challenge accepted?”

The group buzzed with excitement over the topic, cheering Sheng Xining on, convinced she could reclaim her former glory.

Aside from the snack cups, the group’s top “doms” had also recommended various mobile games to train her hand speed—like tapping the screen frantically within a minute to compete for the highest count.

The entire weekend, Sheng Xining had been busy practicing. Her chat with Ji Bingyan remained eerily quiet.

On Sunday night, after preparing her lessons, Sheng Xining soaked in the bathtub, fingers hovering over the keyboard as she typed and deleted messages, debating whether to text Ji Bingyan. Considering the late hour—she was either asleep or burning the midnight oil writing lesson plans—she eventually gave up.

Then, out of nowhere, a message from an unfamiliar contact appeared—

“Practicing alone won’t get you far. Want me to come over?”

Sheng Xining clicked to check and realized the sender was in the group chat—a username with a string of English letters and a pink, edgy cat avatar.

Upon closer inspection, she found this person had a flirty history with the original Sheng Xining, though the exchanges had inexplicably fizzled out long ago.

Timeline-wise, the flirting had happened while Sheng Xining was already with Ji Bingyan.

“Sure,” Sheng Xining sat up eagerly in the bathtub, quickly dried herself, wrapped in a black silk robe, and flopped onto the bed before replying, “Sorry, I have a girlfriend.”

The response came instantly: “Pfft, as if I don’t know how you really are.”

Sheng Xining: “And how am I? Look at yourself—hitting on someone who’s taken. Did nine years of compulsory education fail to teach you the word ‘shame’?”

The other person: “Keep pretending. You’re just mad I got plastic surgery, aren’t you? And oh, you can’t even top anymore. God, I must’ve been kicked by a donkey to even message you.”

Sheng Xining ignored the jab about her topping skills: “Your brain definitely got kicked by a donkey.”

Fuming, the other person sent a voice message, dragging out her name in a mocking tone: “Sheng—Xi—ning!”

Sheng Xining: “Don’t say my name like that. My girlfriend will get jealous.”

After sending that, she swiftly blocked the sender.

Outside, the moonlight was bright, and a cool breeze occasionally drifted in. Bathed in the silvery glow, Sheng Xining slumped on the bed, her back slightly hunched. Despite having just won the argument, an inexplicable heaviness settled in her chest.

Her heart felt heavy as she thought about how Ji Bingyan’s first love, which should have been pure and wholehearted, had been tainted from the very beginning.

She sat under the moonlight a while longer.

Sheng Xining turned her phone back on and sent Ji Bingyan a message—

“Are you asleep?”

“Not yet.”

“I’m sorry.”

After a long silence, Ji Bingyan replied, “It’s okay.”

They were all fragmented words, yet somehow they fit together.

A moment later, another message came through:

“I love you.”