Chapter 27
Day ???? – "
I came to study, not seduce an entire faculty.
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Morning Routine
Suppressants: Taken. Twice. For peace of mind and plug security.
Plug: Cherry red crystal, blessed by caffeine and therapy. Warm as hell.
Outfit: Oversized college hoodie, black leggings, double mask, cap.
Smut manga upload: "Locker Room Blows: Episode 11 – Wall Grip Edition."
Breakfast: Leftover peach slices. Self-made coffee. Definitely not tasting her own scent in it (again).
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Library Incident: Beta Down
She just wanted to return a book.
But the library's crowded. She doesn't look where she's walking. The plug pulses, throwing off her balance. She trips—
—and sits directly in the lap of an unsuspecting Beta.
Poor guy was minding his notes. Now he's red from collarbone to ear.
> "I'm sorry—I didn't see—"
> "Y-You smell like... Are you wearing a fruit-based perfume?"
She gets up. He faints.
The librarian rushes in with an ice pack.
Mental note: "Need cloaking spray. Or invisibility cloak. Or nun robes."
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Class Presentation – The Critical Scent Event
She's presenting a "comparative culture" project—supposed to be about traditional greetings across nations.
But her notes are messy. Her voice? Soft, low, slightly breathy. The plug? Slowly sliding.
> "In Japan, it is polite to bow first. In the West, they shake hands… or sometimes just push the other against a wall and—"
Silence.
She adjusts her stance.
The plug moves. She gasps.
Valen leans forward like he just heard live audio from his favorite porn site.
Caelum covers his mouth. Not from shock—he's stifling a laugh.
Professor: visibly sweating.
Beta administrator from the back? Gone. Just left.
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Fujoshi Log
Beta boy: accidentally seduced. Maybe gay now.
Presentation: Rated 18+ unintentionally.
Plug: May need upgrade. Or exorcism.
OTP: Definitely heard everything. Valen even tilted his head like he recognized her breath pattern.
> Mental note: No more voice projection. Only telepathy moving forward.
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"Beta Casualties & Scented Cultural Catastrophes"
Riven: Observing from the shadows, armed with pheromones and unsolicited sex commentary.
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Morning Routine:
Double suppressant. Plug firmly seated.
Hoodie: XXXL. Hood up.
Smut release: "Whistleblown: Episode 12 – The Goalie and the Gag."
Mood: "Today I shall be unnoticed."
Reality: Not a chance.
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Beta Lap Incident – Library Scene
She didn't see the Beta. He didn't see the doom coming.
One step back, a trip, a slip—and she's sitting on him.
> "Oh god, you smell like… dessert and regret."
Beta tries to get up. Fails. His glasses fog. He flees.
She logs it: "Beta 1 down. Pheromone level: peachy crisis."
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Class Presentation – Cultural Catastrophe
It was supposed to be about greetings.
Instead:
> "In some cultures, people greet with bows. In others… they might just pin someone to a desk and—"
Silence.
Plug shifts. Her voice wavers. Eyes widen.
From the back:
Caelum quirks a brow, amused.
Valen mutters, "What the hell is wrong with this guy—and where can I watch his YouTube channel?"
She bows and sits. Internally screaming.
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OTP POV (Subtle)
Caelum, to himself: Strange omega. Smells like sugar and sin. Clearly has no filter. Entertaining, though.
Valen: If he ever joins debate club, I'm recording every second.
Neither are obsessed.
Yet.
Just... aware. Mildly amused. Keeping tabs. Like everyone does with a glitch in the Matrix.
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Fujoshi Notes:
Still unrecognized. Good.
Observing OTP from the fourth row.
No eye contact. No chaos. Just carefully sketching:
"Secret Rivalry of the Gym Gods: Court Kings AU"
Based entirely on vibes.
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