Transmigrated as the Mother of a Porn Novel Heroine - Chapter 10

Tangtang locked herself in her room and cried. After crying, she answered a phone call, and soon regained her energy, becoming lively and spirited again.

When I showed my concern, she sheepishly said that she had been overthinking things, but she had figured it out now.

But when I got up at night for a glass of water, I discovered she was secretly watching Japanese adult videos in her room.

From my initial anger, disappointment, and helplessness, I’ve now learned to stay calm. The next day, I waited and stopped her as she was getting dressed and about to leave the house:

“Tangtang, let’s talk.”

I rarely speak to her so assertively. Maybe it’s precisely because of this that Tangtang becomes so gentle in intimate relationships.

Because she trusts me and listens to what I say, she also trusts Nan Jiaqi, which is why she could be so easily manipulated by him.

In this world and in mine, there’s always a group of people who obsessively idolize pure virgins, to the point that when a girl has sex, her first reaction isn’t joy, but pressure.

Under this pressure, any unintentional action or casual remark from the man can become the last straw that breaks the camel’s back.

Girls are like ants hurrying into their nests before a rainstorm, their sensitive antennae sensing changes before their brains can.

That’s why, after having sex, they often feel regret, self-blame, even self-loathing.

I just feel sorry for Tangtang.

“Last night, you said you lost your first time. That’s not the case. The first time isn’t about losing, it’s about gaining.”

From the first thing I said, Tangtang looked a little uncomfortable. I looked into her eyes and spoke slowly and clearly:

“This is no different from the first time you won a championship, the first time you took the college entrance exam, or your first coming-of-age ceremony. You’ve gained the experience of winning, the experience of taking the exam, the experience of growing up, and the experience of sex-even if it wasn’t satisfying. Congratulations, Tangtang.”

“Also, I want to apologize to you. Last night, I accidentally saw your phone,” I said. “Were you trying to learn from experience to make up for the regret of your first time?”

Tangtang lowered her eyes and nodded gently.

She finally sat down across from me, showing she was ready to listen.

“As for your intention, I actually support it. For anything, practice makes perfect; mastering some techniques will get you twice the result with half the effort-but Tangtang, you’re mistaken on two points.”

“…Huh?”

“First, you shouldn’t use Japanese adult videos as your reference.”

I adopted an academic tone, and Tangtang’s awkwardness and shyness gradually faded. “Why not?”

“Because those are products made for men, and all they show are male-centered perspectives. Under these skewed and wrong viewpoints, you’ll only absorb the wrong ideas-for example, ‘no’ actually means ‘yes,’ or being forced is supposed to be pleasurable, or that both the beginning and the end are decided by the man.”

It’s hard to pinpoint all the influences that shape someone’s preferences, but I do believe that these kinds of texts and videos play a part.

Pop-up ads in garish colors full of violence and exposure, borderline magazines or literary works, niche hobbies that spread online…

Even now, most of the women’s fiction I read is still saturated with male-centered views.

And even though I know it, I still get lost in the stimulation it gives my brain.

“These videos never tell you how to explore or please a woman’s body, because penetration itself is about reproduction-it’s a trick by a male-dominated society. Only some women can feel pleasure, and even fewer will reach ecstasy.”

Perhaps Bai Tangtang’s sensitive body really could be considered a ‘gift’ from the author.

“Second,” I said through gritted teeth, poking her on the forehead, “both people are uncomfortable, so why are you the only one feeling guilty? The one who’s really hopeless and needs to learn is him!”