Chapter Ninety-Four: Training the Homosexual

Tonight, Ming Tian stayed with the resistance organization.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he took off his protective groin guard to inspect it, unable to help but feel a chill run down his spine. Damn it, the blade had sliced through two layers, and the third was deformed. If he hadn't been wearing the guard, the consequences would have been... he didn't even dare to imagine it.

I'm a transmigrator, for heaven's sake! Don't all transmigrators carry the sacred mission of "spreading their seed across the world"? Why did I have to run into such a kid who is a natural-born enemy to my manhood? Ming Tian felt that his days ahead would surely be spent in constant trepidation.

By the way, didn't I promise the innkeeper I'd provide him with the recipes tonight? Forget it, it doesn't matter. Standing him up is standing him up; I'll just give it to the old man whenever I happen to go back to the inn.

Knock, knock, knock.

In the peaceful training grounds, the knocking sounded jarringly loud. Ming Tian was startled, wondering who would be visiting at this hour.

"Come in."

The door pushed open, and the slightly chilly breeze made the candle flicker. It was Zhao Yu who entered. She was carrying a plate of roasted chicken and a plate of dog meat, along with two jars of wine. Her fair, delicate face bore a healthy flush, and under the candlelight, her bright, sparkling eyes appeared exceptionally clear.

"Lord Consort, shall we have a drink?" Zhao Yu asked, sounding somewhat enthusiastic.

Ancient candles weren't as bright as those in television dramas, and it was obvious the resistance organization lacked funding; having three candles lit in Ming Tian's room was already considered a luxury. In such dim surroundings, Zhao Yu, dressed in her plain, moss-green robes, looked particularly slender and alluring.

Ming Tian inelegantly dug at his nose and didn't reply, simply pulling himself up to the table. He poured the wine—the same old rice wine as always. Having been fond of dogs in his previous life, Ming Tian pushed the plate of dog meat toward Zhao Yu, keeping only the chicken for himself.

They clinked cups and downed the contents in one gulp. From start to finish, Ming Tian didn't say a word.

Why... why was this girl serving him wine looking so seductive? There must be some ulterior motive behind it. Yes! That's it! She's either trying to probe me again, or she's trying to trick me into some dirty deal! She got me once with Mo'er, and now this cooperation with the resistance; I've been played by you twice already, and I will absolutely not be played a third time!

"Ming Tian... may I call you that?" After a cup of wine, her pretty face was slightly flushed, making her look exceptionally moving.

Gulp.

He swallowed hard. This is too... too cute! I've been a virgin for thirty years across two lifetimes! Do you have any idea how much damage this does to me?!

"Y-yes, you may," Ming Tian replied, feeling a bit stiff.

Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form. Perception, conception, mental formations, and consciousness are also like this... wait, how does the rest go? I forgot!!

Ming Tian shook his head and swallowed hard again, telling himself: Ming Tian, don't be deceived! This girl coming to see you in the middle of the night can't be anything good! Stay calm! You must stay calm!

Right, learn from the oblivious male leads in harem anime! Even if a girl is prancing around in front of them, they remain unmoved! They are the ones you should be learning from right now!!

Just as Ming Tian's internal monologue was firing on all cylinders, Zhao Yu's face turned even redder with shyness. She shifted her stool closer to Ming Tian and rested her soft, delicate hand on his knee.

"Lord Consort, actually... I have always admired you..."

What the hell? What kind of situation is this? What’s going on? When did this world become so friendly to me?

"Uh... you... you don't need to admire me..." Ming Tian quickly moved his knee away from her hand, then pushed his stool a few inches further away.

But as soon as he sat steady, Zhao Yu leaned in again, even closer this time. Ming Tian, startled, hurriedly raised his wine cup to drink.

"Lord Consort, do you not like Yu'er?"

Pfft...

Ming Tian spat out the entire mouthful of wine!

What the hell? What kind of unspeakable drugs did this woman take today? Or am I having a nightmare? Besides, aren't you into that noodle-eating guy? I don't want to fight a noodle-eater for a woman! Don't you realize I'm a man? Didn't you say earlier that men and women shouldn't have physical contact? This is insane!

"Woof! Hmm?" Outside the door, a dog seemed to hear something and curiously glanced toward Ming Tian's room.

Inside, facing the ever-approaching Zhao Yu, Ming Tian's heart rate accelerated.

"Actually, Yu'er has a favor to ask..."

Zhao Yu was very close now. Ming Tian could even smell the scent of rice wine mixed with orchid fragrance on her breath... well, it felt a bit like rice yeast mixed with perfume; it was a bit unpleasant... which was only natural, as beauties were human too, and their breath would smell after drinking.

However, this unpleasant scent was mixed with her high-quality female pheromones, which still made Ming Tian flush and his heart race.

Ahhh!! No, I'm being conquered! Forget it! What is the request?! You want my virginity? Fine, no problem!

"It's fine, go ahead!" Ming Tian was starting to cave, putting on what he thought was a charming smile.

Yes, take my virginity! Miss Princess?! It's okay, I'm a transmigrator; according to the usual tropes, she'll definitely forgive me!

By the way, lean in a bit more! Your chest is only millimeters away from my arm! A little closer and we'll be touching! Let me touch you!!!

Zhao Yu lowered her head, pouting shyly. Those small lips were so cute it made one want to kiss them. After hesitating for a long time, she said, "We have over one hundred and twenty burly men in our organization; could you help train them?"

Ming Tian, blinded by lust, didn't even process her words for the first few seconds and nodded directly.

"Sure, no problem... Wait? Hold on, what did you just say?"

By the time Ming Tian realized what had happened, it was already too late. Zhao Yu's face, which had been so alluring just a moment ago, shifted into a sly smirk, and finally, a triumphant, mischievous grin.

Huh? Wait? Over a hundred and twenty burly men in the organization? You mean those hundred and twenty gay guys on the training ground during the day? You want me to train them? Ah?! So you leaned in all seductively just to...

"Yay!" Zhao Yu laughed and jumped up happily! This was the absolute proof of her motive!

Ming Tian’s expression instantly turned into one of pure despair!

Damn it! I got played by you again?!

"Brother De, come in! The Lord Consort agreed!"

At Zhao Yu's call, within two seconds, De Yi'ao appeared at the door with a suave air, smiling very kindly at Ming Tian. "Thank you, Lord Consort! I didn't expect you to actually agree!"

Damn! You gold-fish-loving bastard, you were eavesdropping outside the whole time!!

Ming Tian was so angry his nose hair felt like it was about to fly out, yet he couldn't even lash out... although Zhao Yu had tricked him, she hadn't lied! She always told the truth; it was just that he kept getting tricked by her...

"Uh, no, that's not what I meant..."

"Lord Consort, there's no need to be modest!" De Yi'ao stepped forward and shook Ming Tian's hand with both of his, saying excitedly, "Actually, I don't know why either. Our men are clearly well-trained, and their physical fitness is exceptionally strong, but they always lose to the guards in actual combat. I thought you were resourceful, so I wondered if you could offer some advice. I never expected you to be so magnanimous. I am truly grateful."

Well, I heard you praising me, but why do I still feel so unhappy? The eighteen hunks last time were already an eyesore, and now you want me to mix with a hundred and twenty hunks? Are you kidding me, brother?

Watching Zhao Yu jumping around on the sidelines, Ming Tian felt as though he had the worst luck in eight lifetimes.

The next day...

"In summary, Yin Chan, help a brother out." Ming Tian looked like he was covered in snot and tears, practically ready to kneel before Yin Chan.

Yin Chan, who had just finished washing up and stepped outside, still had sleepy eyes. He glanced at the training ground, where over a hundred and twenty burly men with slightly effeminate gaits were standing in neat rows. Looking over at the corner, An Luo was busy training Feng Mowang, so he didn't have time either.

Yin Chan wasn't a man of many words, but he wasn't a fool. He understood why Ming Tian had come to him for help. Sighing, he scratched his head in annoyance and reluctantly nodded.

"Fine. You owe me a favor. As it happens, I served in the military and know how to train them. Give me three days."

Seeing Yin Chan agree, Ming Tian felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders, but he asked curiously, "Wait? Served in the military? Aren't you a Traditional Chinese Medicine major?"

Yin Chan explained. In the year 2458, humanity completed a great unification and ventured into the universe, so there were no longer national boundaries. However, the Human Federation was attacked by the Zerg, and everyone had to serve five years after coming of age to become a citizen; otherwise, they remained commoners with no political rights. Also, for Traditional Chinese Medicine, one had to forage for herbs, and since the climate on every planet was different, one naturally needed a strong physique to complete the work.

This left Ming Tian stunned. Damn, your era sounds like Starship Troopers to me?

In any case, the hot potato had been passed to Yin Chan. At least he didn't have to face over a hundred gay men, which was a relief to Ming Tian. Hmm? How would Yin Chan handle over a hundred gay men? Hahaha, that's not my business! Isn't that what teammates are for—to be sacrificed when needed?

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Some say I've been torturing Ming Tian too much. My reply is: Who told him to keep calling me a "dumbass"? If he didn't curse me, I naturally wouldn't torture him, and I'd be very nice to him instead.

The next chapter will be of nuclear-blast-level intensity. Kids, please stay away voluntarily. Oh, right, Ming Tian won't suffer any physical or mental trauma from this high-intensity event, so please rest assured, those who are worried about that.