I Don't Want To Be An Omega In My Sister's Trashy Reverse Harem [BL] Chapter 14: Hot Kind Of Training!

A few hours into closing hours, an envelope arrived when Rin was taking a huge bite from one of the chocolates he received as gifts. He at first thought it was another threatening ssage from Lucien’s lovers. There was no sender’s na, no seal, just his na scrawled across it like a secret.

He opened it and glanced through the content.

"Training tonight. Interior Hall. Midnight."

Rin stared at it between bites of his chocolate, pulse ticking a little faster.

DING!

[New Quest Unlocked: "Private Combat Training with Lucien Vortellion"]

[Objective: Attend training. Survive. Avoid permanent damage—emotional or physical.]

[Reward: Physical Defence (Interdiate) – Unlock Progress: 0%]

[Warning: Target’s libido stat remains unstable.]

Rin hid the letter safely, not because he wanted to. If he ended up throwing it in the trash can, it could be found by soone. A staff. Or, a student. Maybe the Dean himself.

But, why would he be searching through the trash can?

That question made Rin rember the Dean and what he said to him about his mother. The dream he had wasn’t just a dream. He knew it was a past mory that belonged to Rin’s original owner.

If his mother was urging him and pleading with him to hide his identity...

’Does the Dean know about Rin’s secondary gender?’

He wondered.

"Rin?" Elna’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. The chocolate in his hand dropped.

Elna bent to pick it up as Rin kept apologising for being lost in his thoughts.

She just smiled at him, placing it on the table.

"You must be tired after a long day. I just wanted to tell you to co early tomorrow. The Head Doctor will be returning from his short leave,"

"What?" Rin raised an eyebrow.

"He took a short leave, so he’ll be back tomorrow. You haven’t t him before but, he doesn’t tolerate lateness,"

"I understand," Rin nodded. Elna waved at him.

"Don’t eat that chocolate anymore and make sure to lock the doors,"

"Uhm... sure!" He yelled back and started preparing to leave. He closed the clinic and headed straight to the dorm to change. He was going to et Lucien soon and for so stupid reason, he felt anxious and excited.

’Maybe it’s because I’m learning how to fight. That’s all... this body is just excited,’

He tried to convince himself.

.

By 11:45 PM, Rin was dressed for war. Or cosplay. He wasn’t sure anymore. He had just grabbed whatever he found in his drawer.

Dark loose pants. Tight black turtle neck shirt. Shoes...for sport. That’s what it looked like.

Sneaking past the dorm patrol wasn’t that difficult, especially since his black, black, black outfit rged with the darkness. Rin slipped out, hoodie over his hair, heart hamring.

He finally appeared in front of the building and stared at the sky. The two moons kept reminding him that he was not ho. He’s sowhere far from ho.

"Don’t think about it, Myung," he muttered to himself.

The hall was darker and quieter than he expected. There were no guards.

He stepped into the huge training room... dimly lit, padded floors, various weapons hanging along the walls.

Lucien was already there, bare-chested.

Rin’s foot froze mid-step.

’What the actual f...’

He had seen Lucien’s body before, but he hadn’t seen it this bare. It’s so different from his.

"Are all Alpha bodies built like that? Why are ogas different? This world is so unfair," he mumbled under his breath as he raised his head to look at his body one more ti. Or maybe, two more tis.

Lucien’s pale torso glead under the overhead lights, lean muscles flexing as he stretched. His skin was smooth, cut with fine definition down to a V-line that disappeared beneath...

’Sweet mother of dragons,’ Rin cursed internally, eyes locked on the tight pants.

He had no underwear on and his massive weapon of destruction is just... there being huge and twitching hello.

Rin whipped his head to the side.

"I’m here," he said, voice high. "You don’t have to be naked."

Lucien didn’t even glance over.

"This is what I wear to train."

"Do you wear it to seduce or to sweat?"

"Both. Is seducing you working?"

Rin groaned and covered his face.

"God, just... get killed now."

Lucien chuckled and finally turned. His black hair was tied up, bangs sticking slightly to his forehead. He tossed a key ring onto the bench near the wall.

"Stole them," he said, like a fucking confession. "Figured we’d need privacy."

Rin lifted a brow.

"And that’s not suspicious? What if we get caught and get reported..."

"Not if they’re too scared to accuse . Nothing would happen, Scaredy Cat,"

DING!

[Lucien Vortellion - Dominance Level: 77%]

[Warning: Extended proximity may result in scent imprinting.]

[Recomnd: Maintain a safe distance (1m ).]

[Host Libido Stat: 1 | New Total: 3]

Lucien gestured to the centre of the mat.

"Co on, baby lamb. Let’s see what I’m working with."

"’Baby lamb’?" Rin snapped. "Are you trying to insult before you kill ?"

Lucien only grinned.

"You’re the one who asked for this."

Rin stomped forward, swinging his fists up like he saw in a movie once.

Lucien didn’t even move. He let Rin charge him.

Which... obviously... was a mistake.

Rin lunged. Lucien caught his wrist mid-swing.

Then spun him around and slamd him face-first into the mat.

The breath whooshed out of Rin’s lungs. His legs kicked. "The fuck...!"

Lucien’s knee pressed into his back, holding him down.

"You left yourself wide open," Lucien said, coolly. "That was embarrassing."

"I wasn’t ready!"

"There’s no such thing as being ready when fighting. If I were one of those perverts, I would have ripped your pants and slid right into your hole... Do you understand?"

Rin growled.

"Yeah, I get that already. Now, get the fuck off before I scream."

"Scream? There are no dorms around this building, so no one would co for you," Lucien leaned down, lips by his ear. "Still, you sure you want to stop touching you? Because your body seems to like it,"

Rin’s whole body flushed.

Lucien’s scent wrapped around him like warm smoke... cinnamon and sothing familiar. It felt hot and heavy.

DING!

[Warning: Host’s scent suppression weakening.]

[System’s Oga suppression engaged. Initiating Ergency Lock.]

[Estimated stability: 15 minutes.]

[Lucien’s Arousal Level: Rising.]

Rin shoved back, wriggling out from under him.

"Fuck off," he gasped, sitting up. "You’re not teaching ... you’re just bullying !"

Lucien crouched in front of him, eyes gleaming.

"I’m training your instincts. A pretty face won’t save you in a real fight."

"You’re the worst fucking coach ever."

Lucien smirked.

"Maybe. But you’re cute when you swear."

"Fuck you."

"Eventually."

Rin lunged again, this ti faster... he aid a kick at Lucien’s thigh.

Lucien caught his ankle, spun him and pinned him to the wall.

Rin’s back hit the padded wall hard, arms trapped above his head as Lucien’s body pressed flush against him.

Rin’s breath caught.

He’s hard, Rin realised, panic flaring.

’Goddamn it, he’s enjoying this too much.’

"Lesson two," Lucien whispered. "Never let an alpha close enough to scent you like this."

Rin twisted his wrists.

"I swear to god if you don’t let go..."

Lucien leaned down, lips brushing just under Rin’s ear.

"You sll good tonight."

DING!

[Lucien Vortellion - Lust ter: 64%]

[Trigger Detected: Host’s exposed throat.]

[Host Strength 1 .]

Rin kneed him.

Hard.

Lucien grunted and stepped back, rubbing his thigh.

"Ow. That’s the spirit."

"You’re insane," Rin spat. "And a pervert."

"I’m your pervert for the next three months. Rember?"

Rin swore under his breath. His body was hot. His mind was racing.

"Just... teach punches," he said. "Not sex combat."

Lucien relented, smirk still intact.

"Fine. Lesson three. Hands up. I’ll show you footwork."

"Why should I trust that you won’t try to dry hump with that thing again?"

"Because I’m your coach," Lucien shrugged.

They went again, faster this ti.

Lucien showed him how to step, block, and strike. Their bodies tangled, again and again, sweat beginning to bead on Rin’s skin.

Half an hour passed.

Rin’s hands were trembling.

He’d never been this exhausted.

Or this wired. Maybe because the body he was possessing was weak.

Lucien wiped sweat from Rin’s brow with his thumb.

"You did good," he murmured. "I’m so glad you didn’t die."

"Barely," Rin whispered. "I think I sprained my pride."

Lucien leaned down and, before Rin could dodge, kissed his temple. It was a soft and quick kiss, but it made his face burn red.

"I’ll train you every night," he said, voice low. "Until you’re strong enough to fight anyone... or give in to ."

Rin’s heart flipped.

"Try it and I’ll punch your balls again," he muttered.

Lucien laughed, low and dangerous.

"I’m counting on it."

DING!

[Skill Progress: Physical Defence 7% Complete]

[Host Libido Stat: 1 | New Total: 4]

[Bond Path: Lucien Vortellion - Progress Updated.]

[Advice: Stay alert. You’re playing a dangerous ga.]