Chapter 21
Scent Leaks, Sleepy Alphas & Fujoshi Ringside Commentary
06:00 AM – Morning Routine: Plug World Problems
Woke up to soft squelch.
Still lubed like a forbidden fruit cocktail.
The Heart Lube Protector™ (red crystal plug) blinking—malfunction light on.
"I swear if this thing leaks in public, I'm filing a lawsuit... or buying a backup."
Shower? Cold.
Suppressants? Triple dose.
Outfit: XXL hoodie (black), cap pulled low, loose track pants—plug secured like a cursed USB drive.
Sketchpad? Yes.
New scented wipes? Yes.
Awareness of how much she's radiating pheromones today? Absolutely not.
07:15 AM – Mysterious Napper Returns
Track field.
She's minding her business, drawing a "3-alphas-1-bonded-room" special sketch.
Then… thud.
Someone slumps gently onto her back like a sleepy lion finding the perfect sunbeam.
Valen Asteris.
Again.
Still hasn't spoken to her.
Still sleeps like her spine is a memory foam pillow.
Raven?
Frozen.
Mouth full of peach candy she forgot was aphrodisiacal.
Thinks: "This must be a lonely student ghost. If I don't move, maybe he'll leave."
He inhales.
Deep.
Like he's sniffing sacred incense.
"Cassis. Peaches. Wet sugar. Holy hell, it's him."
Raven?
Unaware. Still sketching one-handed.
Mood: Sleep support device but make it shadow-core.
10:00 AM – Scene: Alpha Taekwondo Fight
Campus gym.
Raven sits in the stands, chewing on her pen like it's an aphrodisiac lollipop.
Two alpha professors (the infamous rivals) spar in the center ring—shirts off, aggression dialed up, tension thick like frosting.
She starts narrating.
Softly. Out loud. To herself.
But the whole row hears.
"God… the back tension. That's a mating press waiting to happen."
"Imagine the grudge-screwing potential—he pins him and they just…"
"Bite marks over the clavicle. Ancient bloodline heat. God, yes."
sketches faster
"That leg stretch? He could fold him like a paper swan."
Behind her: OTP.
Caelum Roivan: no emotion, just jaw tense, arms crossed—watching her.
Valen Asteris: chewing his hoodie string, ears red.
Then it happens.
Sweet, sweet sin.
The scent of peaches and cassis leaks.
An accident.
From arousal.
The plug whines (soft beep), trying to compensate.
Everyone in a 10-foot radius stiffens.
One beta TA faints.
Someone drops a protein shake.
Caelum:
"Is he… leaking because of a fight?"
Valen:
"I would let him draw me in a mating press. Is that wrong? Probably."
Raven:
Still narrating.
"God, he'd spit in his hand and grab him by the—"
pauses mid-sketch
"I should call my therapist."
11:30 AM – Therapy Call (Mid-Sketch)
"Doc, I had another malfunction. Smelled like a cursed Yankee Candle aisle."
"Did you flirt again?"
"I was describing violent homoeroticism between professors."
"...That's a yes."
"Also someone passed out near me."
"Have you considered you're the problem?"
"No. They're just weak to my artistic integrity."
Daily Shadow Journal Entry – Top Secret
Sleep ghost returned. I'm starting to feel oddly comforted. Should I bring him a snack?
Professor Fight Club is now canon in Court Kings Chapter 45: "Pinned by the Enemy's Roundhouse."
Need new plug. This one squealed like a dying roomba.
I think I broke a beta today. Oops.
Valen smells like burned sugar. If he sleeps on me again, I'm charging rent.
Caelum looked at me like he wanted to dissect my soul. 10/10 alpha behavior.
I am still shadow. Still plug. Still leaking.
End of Day Thought:
Never watch shirtless alpha fights while plugged and wired on smut ideas.
Risk: Wet seating. Emotional damage. And possibly a marriage proposal.