Chapter 25
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It's just a sports center… Until you accidentally glow like a lube-slicked BL protagonist.
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Morning Routine
Plug: Inserted. Secure. Heated.
Suppressants: Triple-checked. One for pheromones, one for heat, one for "mental dignity."
Outfit: Oversized XXXL hoodie, loose joggers, cap + sunglasses. Mission: "Shadowform Activated."
Smut Manga Update: Yes.
Title: "Backbend Submission: Taekwondo Track Tension"
Breakfast: Coffee with too much sugar. Again, might be her own scent.
She notes it, but drinks it anyway.
> "At least I'm hydrating."
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Early Gym Scene – The First Glimpse
She arrives early at the university sports center—sketchpad in hand—ready to document her "project."
Her goal: observe physical dynamics for an athletic BL-inspired manga.
While hiding behind a vending machine, she catches sight of Valen exiting the locker room—wet hair, shirt half-on, mouth still chewing on gum like he's daring the world to fight him.
Behind him, Caelum—flushed, towel around neck, clearly just done sparring.
> Fujoshi Inner Screech: DON'T INTERACT. DON'T EVEN BREATHE.
But then it happens.
She's crouched, sketching angles, when the zipper of her hoodie catches on the vending machine's side. In the struggle to free herself—hat removed, hoodie pulled back—
Face: Exposed. Fully.
Hairline dewy with gym steam. Eyes sharp. Cheeks flushed with over-focus. Lips slightly parted from biting her pen.
Both Alphas glance. Stop. Look. Then keep walking.
> Valen, internally: "It's the scent… It's him. From the bench."
> Caelum, mentally filing it under: "That's the omega who muttered about spit-stroking."
She doesn't even notice.
Hood: back up. Head: down.
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Midday Therapy Session (Phone Call, Again)
> "Dr. Elin, update. I've discovered a new scent trigger. Physical combat. I'm literally aroused by takewondo now."
"And no, I still haven't talked to the alphas. But the plug got warm when they kicked each other."
> "Also: I might have flashed my face. Send me a new disguise kit. Maybe a fake mustache."
Therapist: …
Then whispers to herself:
> "He needs exorcism. Or a publisher."
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In-Class Commentary Chaos
Valen sits in back, again. Caelum up front.
She's middle, sketching battle stances like they're foreplay choreography.
She forgets her volume again.
> "Mm. If he pins him from behind like that again, I swear—"
Everyone freezes. Even the professor turns.
She blinks innocently.
> "It's… my OC dialogue. Research purposes."
OTP? Silent. But they heard.
Caelum: jaw tight.
Valen: biting his pen cap.
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Fujoshi Secret Log
Face possibly seen: accidental.
OTP: Acknowledged each other during sparring. There was growling. She recorded the sound on her phone.
Sketchbook: Almost full.
Plug: Warm. May need ice.
Therapy bill: Unholy. Worth it.
New fetish unlocked: "Sweaty Dominance."
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