The Number One Star in the Interstellar Era

LANCE didn't like this feeling. He didn't want to feel this way towards this… this… somber-looking jerk. But his body seemed to have another opinion from his brain. Every time he saw him, his body would just react in a way his mind didn't want to. It's infuriating to say the least.

Especially after that disastrous first meeting.

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Lance looked around the huge ship after he followed the man who introduced himself as 'Hildred' out of the spaceship they were in. Travelling for almost a day, going through one space warp after another, he seriously just wanted to lie down and sleep.

He then turned his gaze to the back of the man who trespassed in his house and took him without so much as his permission. Okay, maybe the moment the other introduced himself as a soldier under Fenris Squad, he really didn't have much choice.

Lance knew about the Fenris Squad's reputation. All of their soldiers were crazy, like some kind of mad dog trying to bite someone. This guy certainly proved that. So, for self-preservation, he really had no choice but to follow.

Thankfully, the guy was 'thoughtful' enough to let him say 'goodbye' to his agent. He had time to sort out his business before leaving.

And now, they're here.

"What- what am I doing here exactly?" he couldn't help but asked.

"You're here to be 'educated' about your ability," the other said nonchalantly.

Ability… Lance felt like being stabbed at the mention of that. Even now, he still couldn't believe that he had something like that. But since he was already in this huge warship, what else could he do but believe? They couldn't possibly have done all this if it wasn't true.

So, now he had to face the fact that all the affairs he had before was that successful because of this 'ability'. Just like what this guy said, it was no different from him date-raping them.

Although he enjoyed doing that kind of activity, it didn't mean that he would go as far as drug someone just so he could be with them. Now, thinking of those memories only brought goosebumps down his spine. It even made his stomach churn. He probably wouldn't be able to get it up from now on even if he wanted to.

He closed his eyes, trying his best to shake off those memories and the sickening feeling it brought.

"What kind of education?" he asked, instead.

The other smiled at him and grinned like a devil. "I don't know."

Lance felt like this 'I don't know' was more of a threat than anything.

As they walked, they encountered other people, or soldiers for that matter. Some gave him curious glances, others even jeered at him. This was the first time he was subjected to such gazes. He would probably feel humiliated if this guy walking in front of them hadn't already gave him a proper initiation.

Soon, Hildred stopped walking and brought him to a room. Before he could ask why the other brought him there, the other had already left. He looked around. There was nothing in the room except for a table and two chairs that were located at the middle. He didn't sit there and just walked back and forth.

It didn't take a while before the door opened again. Lance raised his head and saw a man walking in. The other was tall and lean. There was no strand out of place of his blue gray hair. Golden-framed glasses covered his dark-green eyes. He was wearing a white military uniform, looking very neat and in order.

When he turned his stern gaze towards him, Lance felt an electric shock hit him from out of nowhere. Then, a sweet smell filled the air. Now that he knew about his ability, he suddenly took notice of this smell.

The man's brows furrowed, as if he just smelled the most disgusting scent to ever exist. The other walked towards the wall and pressed something. As soon as he did that, the sweet smell diffused, like something diffused it.

Then, the other walked towards him. "Mr. Reid, I believe Captain Harlow had already told you about your ability. So, I would very much appreciate it if you tone down with the pheromones."

"I—I didn't mean to," Lance found himself saying.

"Looks like we have to train your self-control first."

"Train?"

"Yes, you will train here until you properly controlled your ability."

"Will you be the one training me?" Lance found himself asking, he didn't even notice how his voice became all dreamy.

The other frowned once again, as if he didn't like what he heard. "Yes, I will be the one training you."

The moment that was said, the sweet scent started to fill the room once again.

"My apologies in advance," the man said before raising his hand.

Before Lance could ask what the other meant, he saw the other's hand coming down and then he felt a sting on his cheek.

"You- did you just slap me?" he asked with widened eyes.

"I was told by Captain Harlow that your ability only works when you're on the 'prowl'. So, I take it that I'm your type. That's why your body right now is releasing pheromones. We can't have that. So, every time you release your pheromone, I will slap you."

The other said it in a very monotonous manner, as if he's making a report. Which only made Lance more annoyed. But hearing this guy say that he was his type with a straight face made it even more annoying. Because as much as he hated to admit it, he's right.

"And you think slapping me will work?" he asked, incredulously.

"Didn't you notice? The moment I slapped you, the scent disappeared. So, yes, it will definitely work."

And that's how Lance met Lieutenant Leland Brewer.

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Lance controlled his pheromone the moment he saw Leland walked in. The sweet smell quickly dissipated.

"Good job, Mr. Reid," the other said with a nod approval. "You're making a lot of progress."

Lance grimaced when he heard that. Yeah, progress my ass. He just didn't want to be slapped again.