Chapter 20
Day somthing : Still Plugged. Still Unaware. Still Seducing.
06:00 AM – Morning Routine: Plug & Punishment
Woke up to lube. Again.
The Heart Lube Protector™ still holding firm, clinging to her last strand of dignity.
Peach scent diffused across the room like sinful air freshener.
Tried to curse it. Accidentally moaned.
"It's too sweet—feels like I'm oozing concentrated nectar of degeneracy…"
Shower.
Double suppressant pills: swallowed like guilt.
Outfit: triple XL black hoodie (hood up), oversized cargo pants, sunglasses indoors.
Raven was committed to being an emotionally dead fashion cryptid.
Sketchpad? Packed.
Tablet? Charged.
Smut update? Published.
Title: "Court Kings: Forbidden Rivalry" – still under "Anonymous ShadowHands."
She has fans. She doesn't care.
She's here to document hot people suffering sexually—not gain followers.
08:00 AM – Classroom Invasion: OTP Sandwich (Again)
She sits dead center.
Why? So no one notices her. Obviously.
But reality bends for chaos.
Valen Asteris, sulking into his seat, tossed his bag with casual disrespect… then inhaled.
That scent.
Honey peaches. Cassis sin.
Soft spice under notes of wet sin.
He blinked.
"No… way. That's the pillow I drooled on… twice."
He leaned slightly closer. Hoodie. Hidden face. Same scent.
He didn't say anything.
He just…smiled, to himself. Like someone discovering a forbidden kink.
Raven? Still drawing thigh folds.
No clue.
No suspicion.
08:05 AM – Caelum's Discovery
Caelum Roivan: not seated yet.
He passed behind Raven just as she adjusted her sketchbook.
One page flashed.
He glimpsed… a word unfinished.
"Spitting in his hand before stroking his di—"
He froze.
Raised one brow.
Paused like an AI trying to comprehend a corrupted file.
"This is the same one who muttered that at the gym…"
He didn't say anything.
He kept walking.
But inside? A moral compass shattered.
He needed to read the rest of that sentence.
08:25 AM – The Haku Heard 'Round the Room
Professor: "Any interpretation of today's reading?"
Raven, half-listening, raised a hand.
She looked up, blinking out of a smut fugue state.
"A Haku, if I may."
Class quieted.
She stood, cleared her throat, and recited:
"Bound by silken threads,
Enemies pressed chest to chest—
Hate tastes like his moans."
Silence.
Dead silence.
One beta dropped their pen.
Another alpha sat up straighter.
Valen choked on air.
Professor blinked.
"Was that… based on The Art of War?"
"Yes," she nodded sincerely. "Metaphor for ideological entanglement."
Caelum, from two rows behind, looked at her the way predators watch slightly clueless prey.
09:00 AM – Post-Class Reflection
Raven: proud.
Updated her secret webtoon with a scene titled:
"Bloodied hands on silk sheets: the general and the traitor."
Valen? Still sniffing the back of her hoodie in his mind.
Caelum? Considering infiltrating the manga department just to "observe artistic process."
Raven? Unbothered. Plugged. Focused.
Daily Therapist Call (Now Routine)
"Doc, I think I started a cult following."
"Did you upload again?"
"It's research."
"That's your third smut webtoon this month."
"I'm documenting alpha behavior."
"Through bondage?"
"Through storytelling."
"You recited a horny Haku in class."
"Poetry is sacred."
"…I give up."
Daily Journal – Shadowed Entry
Nap King knows my scent. He still hasn't spoken. It's fine.
Caelum saw my sentence. He hasn't reacted… yet. I'm scared.
I recited a poem and possibly started a rumor.
Plug holding. Scent leaking when I'm flustered. Must stay chill.
Sketchbook almost exposed me. Will start carrying decoy book with trees.
Court Kings chapter 37 released: "Hate-F*** Under the Library Table." 5K likes. Not bad.
End of Day Thought:
If Valen ever moans in his sleep, I'm sketching it for science.
If Caelum ever sits next to me, I'm buying new pants.