I Just Wanted a Peaceful Life After Transferring, but I Fell into a Rom-Com Trap and a Hidden Battlefield No One Knows About - Chapter 03: The Scariest Female Teacher

Chapter 03: The Scariest Female Teacher

“Misaki, you’re late!”

Waiting for me at the entrance of the classroom was— her.

She stood at the podium, holding a textbook in hand, in the middle of class. But the moment I stepped in, her gaze pierced straight through me.

As a bonus, the entire class followed suit, all eyes fixating on me.

Speaking up? Yeah, not an option. I just stood there, frozen in place.

This woman… her aura is insane. She’s like the final boss of a manga!

Sasaki Ayano—our homeroom teacher and also our English teacher.

Her age? Unknown. I mean, she’s probably young, but… is her skin just naturally flawless, or is she actually in her early twenties? I have no clue.

What I do know, though, is that she’s undeniably beautiful.

That S-curve figure, especially with how well-balanced it is in the front and back—any normal guy would have a hard time looking away.

And yet… despite being this gorgeous, why the hell is she so damn terrifying?!

Forget “hard to approach”—even getting close to her is nerve-wracking. Her entire presence radiates a “stay the hell away” kind of energy, like the aura of an untouchable ruler.

And her personality? Brutally strict. She doesn’t hold back, not even a shred of warmth or mercy.

How the hell did I end up in this class with this woman as my homeroom teacher…?

“I told you what happens when you’re late, didn’t I?”

“Y-Yes, I know…”

“Then get out.”

“…Understood.”

I didn’t resist. I quietly turned around and stepped back outside.

Because if I did resist… I had no idea what she’d do to me.

As punishment, I had to stand outside the classroom until lunch break. And that wasn’t all—I had to write a reflection essay and turn it in before afternoon classes started.

Isn’t this a bit too harsh just for being late?!

I’ve never seen a teacher this strict before.

Sasaki-sensei… she’s way too scary!

And on top of all that, even the damn weather decided to bully me.

The blazing sun showed zero mercy, roasting me alive like it was punishing me too.

Sasaki-sensei really has no compassion!

That’s why she’s still single! How the hell is any guy supposed to approach someone like her?! Just standing near her is enough to make you break out in a cold sweat.

I turned my head, squinting against the bright sunlight, and peeked inside the classroom.

Sasaki-sensei was continuing her lesson with that same strict expression.

The atmosphere in the room was downright oppressive—nobody dared to chat or even whisper. Yeah… everyone’s scared of her.

Of course, I’m scared too!

Thinking back, when I first transferred to this school, she gave me my “initiation” right away.

“You understand what happens if you don’t follow this class’s rules, don’t you?” she had said, dead serious. Her sheer intensity completely overwhelmed me.

The way she spoke… it felt like she was this close to saying, “If you interrupt me, I’ll crush you right here and now.”

I mean, come on—I’m a guy!

And yet, here I am, terrified of a woman… That should tell you just how scary she is.

At least when it comes to sheer intimidation, I can confidently say most men wouldn’t stand a chance against her.

I stood outside for the entire morning. Not once was I allowed to step back inside.

Damn it…

Having to endure the weird stares of people passing by? Not exactly great for my mental health.

I tried telling myself, “Just think of this as a training ground.” But nope. No use.

A training ground is supposed to have sandbags, dumbbells, barbells—actual workout equipment, right?

But all I had here were the cold, amused stares of strangers and their judgmental eyes. The only things in my hands were my textbook and my bag.

How the hell is this a training ground?! This is straight-up hell…