I Reincarnated As The Male Lead But Now I Have To Reject The Heroine

I’ve been reincarnated as the male teacher in a trashy romance novel. My gender: female. My current gender: male. If I’ve committed a crime, let the law punish me. What is this, painless gender reassignment? Now, when I’m tutoring the female lead, she “accidentally” falls into my arms, eyes glistening with tears, the picture of helpless beauty. “Oh… Mr. Hayes… are you alright?” Is this some kind of cosmic joke? Also, you’re currently crushing my crotch. So, no, I’m not alright. Smile. 1 This whole story is a mess, and now I’m the one sane person stuck in the middle of it. In class, I’m explaining to the students that one plus one equals three. They’re all listening intently, applauding from time to time to encourage me. I’m so moved… Not! Me, a girl who barely passed high school math, is now a math teacher in a steamy novel. I feel my soul ascending to a higher plane, like I can see my great-grandma waving at me from the afterlife. Thanks, Gram-Gram, but I’ll pass on the ghostly tea. This is just too ridiculous. Mixed in with the scattered applause are… other sounds. Indescribable ones. “Mmm… don’t, not here.” “They’ll hear us… Mr. Hayes will find out…” “So? Wouldn’t that be more fun? You were practically draped all over him yesterday.” Hold on. How did you see that? I thought your character lived in the building across from hers, not in her house. Do you have binoculars? X-ray vision? You’re a creep. The soft whimpers wash over me like a wave, leaving me stranded and spiritually dead on the shore. “Shhh…” “Who’s better? Him… or me?” You, me, him—everyone’s a winner in the game of life, right? Hello? Am I invisible? I’m right here. I scan the classroom. Okay, it seems every student here is conveniently deaf and blind. Perfect. I wouldn’t want to spoil your fun, even if it means my eyes might start bleeding from the second-hand embarrassment. 2 All jokes aside, the moment the bell rings, I decide I need to see the school nurse about my eyes. The handsome nurse, Dr. Cole, has a strange flush creeping up from under his glasses. “Well… you seem fine. Just get some rest. And…” He trails off, hesitating. He glances at me, then down at the eye drops he’s handing over. “You need to… exercise some self-control.” Excuse me? Control what? What did I do now? Behind him, the privacy curtain is pulled almost completely shut. I look down. Next to the leg of the cot are a pair of shoes. Sophie’s shoes. … Oh, no. I am not taking the fall for this. I dare you to look me in the eye and say that again with a straight face. Those are prescription lenses you’re wearing, buddy, not rose-colored glasses. Something is not right here. You, my friend, are acting very suspicious. 3 In a novel where any guy with a halfway decent face is a potential love interest, a handsome school nurse is a prime candidate. So why are you blushing at me? Hard pass. I just escaped a weirdly sapphic subplot; I’m not diving into a gay romance. Maybe you should be more concerned about the girl behind the curtain? If she keeps shaking like that, she’s going to vibrate the entire cot to pieces. 4 Honestly, this is my life now. By day, I’m forced to listen to the live, unabridged audio version of human procreation. By night, I have to star in the movie. As the male lead, no less. The first time, Sophie opens the door and trips, falling into my arms. “Oh, Mr. Hayes! I’m… I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” The second time, she’s walking up the stairs and tumbles right into my chest. “Oh my gosh, Mr. Hayes, I didn’t mean to…” The third time, she’s just trying to pick up a textbook and, you guessed it, lands in my arms again. “Sob, Mr. Hayes, I just don’t understand this problem…” The fourth time… Enough! I don’t know if I’m okay, but you’ve clearly got a problem! If you have balance issues, see a doctor! Why do you keep launching yourself at me? Even if I were interested, which I’m not, my body can’t take this abuse. I’m tired. Let the world burn. I’m pretty sure civilization will continue to turn without me teaching high school math. To make it worse, Sophie’s mom brings us a plate of sliced fruit, turns on a little desk lamp, and closes the bedroom door behind her with a knowing smile. “Thank you so much for all your hard work, Mr. Hayes.” I’m touched, but I’m too terrified to move. If you weren’t looking so sincere, I’d swear you were being sarcastic, you little devil. 5 Leaving Sophie’s house, I feel like my life force has been drained by a succubus. I can’t take it anymore. Hey, you, the pervert in the building across the street—instead of just watching, why don’t you come over and rescue me? I can’t go on like this. It’s not just that I have no idea how to tutor her; with the way she throws herself at me three times a minute, she’s not learning a damn thing anyway. After careful consideration, I take her mother’s hand in mine, my expression the epitome of sincerity. “Mrs. Gable, Sophie’s academic progress has been… astonishingly fast.” She clasps my hand back, her eyes shining with gratitude. “Really? That’s all thanks to you, Mr. Hayes.” “Yes, exactly! Which is why I believe her performance has stabilized. She no longer requires any additional tutoring.” “But…” she begins, hesitant. I press on. “No buts. You have to trust her. She’s going to be a pillar of our nation one day!” Probably not if I keep teaching her, but we’ll gloss over that. “So, starting tomorrow, I won’t be coming over anymore.” Standing behind her mother, Sophie looks at me, her expression so wounded she seems on the verge of tears. I, on the other hand, can barely contain my grin. I feel like a new man. “Well, I should be going. Goodbye.” “Oh, of course. Thank you again,” her mom says, still beaming. “Mr. Hayes, you’re a wonderful teacher.” Bye-bye now! 6 Good news puts a spring in your step, and my steps take me straight to a bar. One drink in, and the room is spinning. You have got to be kidding me. This body is a total lightweight! One-star review. Definitely leaving a one-star review. The bar’s dim lighting swims before my eyes, and I nearly pass out. “Are you okay?” A voice, and a hand steadying my waist. “Thanks, I’m f— mmph.” Before I can finish, a powerful wave of nausea hits me. I clamp a hand over my mouth, push the stranger away, and stumble toward the men’s room. “Blech…” … Phew. After emptying my stomach, I feel much clearer. Then, a rustling sound from the next stall. “Don’t… not like this…” Huh? That voice sounds familiar. I listen closer. “Like what? Like this?” A sharp slap, followed by a gasp from the girl. “Mmm, you little thing…” The air thickens with a raw, undeniable desire. I’m sorry, I just puked. I really can’t handle this right now. And who the hell are you, dude? “But… someone’s in here…” “Doesn’t that make it more exciting? Huh?” And once again, I’m an unwilling audience member to a live performance. Where am I? What am I doing with my life? Hey, author? Writing the same scene over and over again is not going to do you any favors. 7 I stumble out of the restroom, wondering what I did to deserve this curse. Why does every hookup in this universe require me to be listening from behind a wall? A figure approaches, silhouetted against the light. “Feeling any better?” The voice is like a cool breeze. The man is tall and well-built, with handsome features. His black button-down shirt hints at a gym-toned body, and his tailored slacks are… ahem. Realizing this is the good samaritan who saved me from face-planting earlier, I thank him, while an inappropriate thought crosses my mind. That’s a seriously hot outfit. I feel two warm trickles from my nose. His eyes widen. “You’re having a nosebleed! Are you okay?!” I hastily cover my nose, forcing a laugh. “Just… been a little stressed lately, haha. How embarrassing.” I take the napkin he offers and thank him again. He chuckles. “Don’t worry about it. Why don’t you come sit down for a bit? I didn’t think one of my drinks would knock you out that fast.” “Huh?” I ask, confused. He points to the bar. “I was the one who made your drink.” “Oh.” I nod, mortified. I waltzed in here like I owned the place, only to be taken down by a single cocktail and then get a nosebleed from checking out the hot bartender. Note to self: find a new planet to live on. As if sensing my humiliation, he smiles again. “Let me make you something to help with the hangover. Consider it my apology for not warning you.” “Haha, you don’t have to do that. It’s fine.” “Come on.” …Back at the bar, I finish the non-alcoholic drink, listen to a few jazz numbers, and decide it’s time to go. The last thing I need is to run into Sophie on her way out of the bathroom. I get up and turn to Liam—my savior’s name is Liam. “You’re busy, I should get going.” Liam looks up at me. “Wait, I’m about to close up. Want to walk out together?” “…Sure.” I mean, honestly, who could say no to a handsome guy with a smile in his eyes asking you so gently? Even if I am technically a guy right now. Doesn’t matter. If I can’t have him, I can at least look. 8 I wait for Liam by the back door of the bar while he finishes up. “Sorry for the wait,” his voice says from behind me. I turn around. “No problem at—!!!” My world screeches to a halt. Can someone please tell me why Sophie is also using the back exit? And is that Bathroom Bro dragging her along by the hand? My gaze drops. Wow. He’s certainly… hands-on. I spin around quickly, but I turn too fast. Some degenerate left a banana peel on the ground—a banana peel!—and just as I’m about to become intimately acquainted with the pavement, Liam’s reflexes kick in and he catches me. My hero! My absolute hero! I would propose on the spot. “You okay?” Liam asks, his voice laced with concern. One of his arms is wrapped around my waist, the other holding my hand, pulling me securely against his chest. I shake my head slowly, clutching my heart as it hammers against my ribs. “Ah!” A sharp gasp shatters the strange, charged moment between us. “Mr. Hayes?” I freeze. Sophie’s eyes dart between me and Liam, her expression a cocktail of shock, dawning realization, and finally, utter heartbreak. “Does… does this mean…” Mean what? Don’t you dare finish that sentence. We’re completely innocent here! Then, in a tone one might use to condemn a cheating lover, she adds, “No wonder…” No wonder what?! Look at the guy whose hand is still attached to you and think before you speak! I haven’t done a single thing with you! Sophie lets out a little whimper, covers her face, and runs off crying. Bathroom Bro—Vince, I guess—shoots me a death glare. “Hmph. You made Sophie cry. I’ll make you pay for that.” Then he chases after her.

? Continue the story here ?? ? Download the "MotoNovel" app ? search for "385144", and watch the full series ✨! #MotoNovel