Chapter 8: Combat Training; Replaced by Another Type of Pleasure from Being Dominated
When Zhuang He woke up from his dark dreams, he was momentarily dazed.
He hadn’t dreamed in a long time, yet last night… Unfortunately, he couldn’t remember the contents of the dream clearly.
Zhuang He let out a long breath, downed a bottle of nutrient solution, changed his clothes, and headed straight to the Academy.
Today was a combat simulation class. Lu Yin was already waiting in the training room early. He was wearing the black student-style combat suit, which perfectly outlined his robust physique. Even Zhuang He, who had seen many Sentinels, couldn’t help but look at him a few more times.
He occasionally wondered what Lu Yin had gone through on the Wanderer Planet to grow so “wildly.”
Lu Yin was standing at the door waiting. Seeing someone approaching from afar, he immediately straightened up.
His gaze fell on Zhuang He. These clothes were very familiar; it was the same set he had seen on the big screen yesterday when Liang Tong and the others dragged him out.
Liang Tong said it was a special “propaganda film” for the Empire. Because there were too few young people willing to join the military nowadays—not to mention their grades—even those who met the standards were unwilling to come to the First Academy. Even if they did, they would choose logistics or other subjects.
The situation couldn’t continue like this, so the Dean had decided to put Zhuang He’s footage on a twenty-four-hour loop.
In the hearts of the Empire’s people, they might not know the name of the current Sovereign, and they might not know the Commander-in-Chief of the military, but they were definitely familiar with the name Zhuang He.
At seventeen, he had ventured alone into a Zerg nest and wiped it out single-handedly. For this, the Empire had broadcasted his achievements throughout the country.
What people loved to talk about even more was this young man’s status as a Guide and his beautiful face.
In those years, some suspected Zhuang He’s achievements were fabricated, and some suspected his path to advancement wasn’t clean, but all of this was shattered by his subsequent strings of victories.
No one ever mentioned those ridiculous speculations and discussions again.
The broadcasting of the “propaganda film” had stirred the passion of many young people who admired Zhuang He. Perhaps they did it for the Empire’s ideals, or perhaps to catch a glimpse of Zhuang He’s face, but it was undeniable that the Academy’s enrollment rate had skyrocketed.
And today, the Zhuang He who stood before Lu Yin was wearing the clothes from that “propaganda film.”
Sturdy, smooth lines flowed down from his shoulders, filling the clothes to the brim with power that seemed capable of tearing the sky. The silver wide belt cinched his waist very tightly, following the lines of his muscles. The sense of power hidden within surged beneath the fabric.
Long boots encased his calves. As he walked, the sharp aura he emitted made Lu Yin daze for a moment.
Seeing him wear this set in person was much more thrilling than in the “propaganda film.”
“Let’s go in.”
Zhuang He didn’t notice Lu Yin’s momentary daze. He walked to the closed aluminum alloy door and aimed his pupil at a small black dot until he heard: “Identity verified.” The door slowly opened, and the cold air that rushed out almost knocked Lu Yin over.
Due to the internal facilities, the temperature in the training room was extremely low. Zhuang He stepped in first, with Lu Yin following close behind.
Today’s combat simulation training was different from the previous duel. Zhuang He would correct some of Lu Yin’s “wild habits” from the Wanderer Planet. In this training, there were no protective measures, so Zhuang He had to be careful not to kill the boy.
It was only during this live-combat training, where Zhuang He held nothing back, that Lu Yin truly recognized the other’s terror.
Every move he made, including his next move and the technique he would use, seemed to be within Zhuang He’s expectations. Zhuang He only needed a few nimble moves to neutralize all of his attacks. This made Lu Yin suspect that Zhuang He had gone easy on him during their first duel.
When Lu Yin was kicked to the ground by Zhuang He, the latter still looked perfectly composed, leisurely smoothing his clothes, which hadn’t been mussed much by the battle. His long boots made a “thump-thump” sound on the solid floor.
Lu Yin looked sideways at Zhuang He as he approached. Those long legs were swaying right before his eyes—straight and perfectly shaped legs that almost blurred his vision. Then he saw a military boot lift and step lightly on Lu Yin’s wrist as he lay on the ground.
The military boot had a bit of a heel, creating a small space between it and the sole, and Lu Yin’s wrist was stepped into this space sideways.
He couldn’t pull his hand back, nor could he sit up—unless he could flip Zhuang He over, but Lu Yin felt he couldn’t do it.
“Teacher, you’re so amazing.”
If Lu Yin had some distrust of Zhuang He’s strength before, he was now completely convinced.
Even with an action that was somewhat insulting, like in the previous duel, Lu Yin didn’t feel the same anxious restlessness. Instead, it was replaced by another type of pleasure from being dominated.
Such a powerful Guide was his teacher, and he was his first student. This meant he would share many “firsts” with Zhuang He…
Lu Yin suddenly snapped out of it. What was I just thinking? It must be because of this damn matching rate!
Zhuang He looked down at him, his expression still indifferent. He didn’t even look condescending, yet it made Lu Yin’s heart boil even more.
The faint fragrance drifted into Lu Yin’s nose again. He sniffed and finally asked the question that had been lingering for a long time: “Teacher, do you usually use perfume?”
Zhuang He’s brow furrowed slightly as he denied it: “I don’t.”
With that, he lifted his leg and stopped exerting pressure. Instead, he offered unsparing praise: “Your abilities are good. I’ll organize the footage and go over the mistakes you made today with you tomorrow.”
“Okay, Teacher.”
Lu Yin sat up, leaning on the floor as he watched Zhuang He transferring the video to his light-brain. The other’s silhouette was a fatal temptation; just looking at him made Lu Yin’s mind wander.
He somewhat hated this damn matching rate.
“Right.”
Zhuang He looked at the transfer progress bar on the screen, remembered something, and looked back to ask, “Is your hair color dyed?”
His gaze swept over the tuft of yellow hair on Lu Yin’s head. “Although the Academy doesn’t forbid dyeing hair, if you go to the military, you aren’t allowed to have such exaggerated colors.”
Lu Yin touched the hair on his head and whispered, “No, it’s natural.”
Hearing this, Zhuang He raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Natural? Weren’t your parents wanderers?”
“Yes, but they were wanderers exiled by the Federation.”
Lu Yin’s tone was indifferent, as if this matter meant nothing to him, but the doubt in Zhuang He’s eyes deepened.
Wanderers exiled by the Federation… this reminded Zhuang He of some old stories and rumors.
“Your mother is a Foreigner?”
Zhuang He remembered that only Foreigners would be exiled by the Federation. At the same time, Foreigners’ hair and eye colors were different from other races. Looking at Lu Yin’s features, they were indeed deep, though his robust build concealed that fact.
“Mhm.”
Lu Yin touched the unique tuft of yellow hair and said, “My hair color is like my mom’s. This tuft is from my dad; I have to let him have a bit of presence.”
Zhuang He was amused by the sentence, though his smile was very faint—so faint that no one noticed it.
“But your features should be more like your father’s.”
Lu Yin curled his lips, seemingly thinking of something as he said, “No, I look like my mom.”
Zhuang He looked at Lu Yin’s deep, heroic face with a bit of disbelief. Lu Yin seemed to be used to it, explaining with a smile, “My mom looks a bit masculine. With long hair, people thought she was a handsome man; with short hair, they thought she was a heartthrob. I’m used to it.”
“I see.”
“Then will I need to dye it black later?”
Zhuang He looked down at the transfer progress and said, “No need. Special cases will have special explanations.”
“Okay, Teacher.”
Lu Yin was quiet for a while. Not knowing what he was thinking while sitting on the floor, he suddenly asked, “Is Teacher’s hair color dyed?”
Zhuang He didn’t look back, only replying calmly, “No.”
“So it’s natural?”
“No.”
There was no explanation following that. Lu Yin waited for a bit and realized Zhuang He didn’t intend to explain the origin of his silver hair, making him feel a bit dejected.
Seeing that Zhuang He seemed busy, he released his White Tiger to let it frolic for a bit. Zhuang He only glanced at the tiger and continued to focus on the training video.
However, the White Tiger seemed dissatisfied with being ignored. It first patrolled the massive field, then nudged Lu Yin before walking with its thick, furry paws to Zhuang He’s side.
Seeing a large tiger head sniffing around him, Zhuang He’s expression turned a bit cold. “Retract it.”
Lu Yin acted a bit shamelessly. “Teacher, let it play for a bit. It hasn’t been out to play for several days; it won’t disturb you.”
Sensing its owner’s thoughts, the White Tiger also obediently curled up at Zhuang He’s feet. It looked nothing like the fierce beast from their first meeting, looking more like a well-behaved big cat.
Although Zhuang He was a bit dissatisfied, he couldn’t forcibly require Lu Yin to retract his spiritual body. As long as it didn’t disturb him, it was fine.
But the White Tiger was a bit restless. After staying still for a while, it stood up again and circled Zhuang He, but it stayed quiet and didn’t cause trouble, just looking at him obediently.
Zhuang He looked at it a few more times, thinking this White Tiger was quite similar to the butler-cat at home. They were both felines, after all.
Thinking this, Zhuang He’s hand felt a bit itchy. He glanced at Lu Yin out of the corner of his eye; the boy seemed to be looking at something on his light-brain and hadn’t noticed him. Taking advantage of the White Tiger approaching again, Zhuang He acted as if he were trying to push it away, but in reality, he stroked its smooth fur.
The White Tiger’s fur was much better to touch than the lion’s, and it felt similar to the kitten at home.
Zhuang He thought he had stroked it without being noticed, unaware that Lu Yin’s body stiffened as he continued to swipe his light-brain with his head lowered.
“Alright, don’t rub against me. Go back to your owner.”
Zhuang He added a line to cover his tracks. The White Tiger stared at him with its bright tiger eyes, then vanished into points of light with a hint of dejection.
“Is Teacher finished?”
“Mhm.” Zhuang He checked the time; it was already noon.
“Let’s go to the cafeteria to eat together.”
Lu Yin naturally wanted nothing more, and he immediately scrambled up to follow happily behind Zhuang He, his eyes looking exactly like those of his White Tiger.
Zhuang He’s thoughts were flying, but his face remained calm. After tidying up the training room, the two walked out one after the other.
As soon as they stepped out, they saw a tall figure leaning against the door, seemingly waiting for someone.
“Shi Yan?”
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