C1: Damn military training

In the golden autumn of September, the radiant sun shined brightly as universities in various places started resuming activities. Military training had been made mandatory by the government. On the campus of University A, freshmen in dark green military uniforms were lined up in the standard military posture under the scorching sun.

Sweat dripped from their foreheads, running down their cheeks onto their necks before disappearing into the already soaked uniform.

In the damp dark green uniform, Lin Moyan frowned and shut his eyes tightly. Instantly, the sweat on his eyelashes seeps into his eyes, causing a stinging pain. The military shirt is tightly glued to his back, outlining his slender body. Beads of sweat travel down the curves of his back to his thighs before finally reaching the ankles.

The sensation of sweat entering his socks is not the most vexing but what was more maddening was the constant itch on his lower body. The damp sweat had already soaked his underwear, making the sexual organ underneath it uncomfortable.

It must be red and swollen, thought Lin Moyan to himself.

The discomfort causes his genitals to secrete liquid. As a result, his genitals harden and start to rise. Fortunately, the military uniform is one size larger than usual clothes and was thick enough to cover up Lin Moyan’s drenched lower body and slightly hardened sexual organ.

Lin Moyan hated his sweaty physique and sensitive lower body. Taking a deep breath, he slants his eyes and glances at the fireball floating in the pale blue sky. His throat becomes more dry and scratchy, instantly raising his discomfort level, stimulating his body to sweat at a faster rate.

The rapid secretion of sweat only served to increase the release of body fluids in his pants. In this vicious cycle, Lin Moyan could only endure the irritation while cursing silently.

Just as Lin Moyan was about to collapse from the insufferable ache, the instructor’s command to “rest” jerked him back to the world of burning hell.

After the command, the majority of the men ran to the tree to sit under the cool shade, not caring whether their pants became dirtied or not.

Anyways, it was just ill-fitting clothes that they did not have to wash after two weeks. They could directly stuff it at the bottom of their closet or find a small merchant to sell it to which would earn them some money to afford a good meal. 

However, Lin Moyan did not dare to rush over and sit down even though his legs were tired until he could not lift them. He knew that once he sat down, the sweat and foul liquid from his lower body would seep out from the thick trousers. 

The others may not think much but Lin Moyan did not want to attract people’s attention, especially on his ass. Lin Moyan pretended to be at ease and strolled, not because he was in a hurry but because he was afraid of walking too fast and getting his trousers even wetter.

He walked under the tree and breathed a sigh of relief before finding a place less crowded. He leaned against the tree trunk and relaxed under the shade. Lin Moyan closed his eyes and tried to calm down his sexual organ using the coolness.

As he had hoped, his organ that had raised its head slowly softened after a few minutes. The damp underwear was stuck to his bottom. Lin Moyan suspected that if he pinched his underwear, water would probably be squeezed out. 

Suddenly, a hand landed on Lin Moyan’s shoulder. Lin Moyan snapped his eyes open in an instant before straightening his body and moving swiftly to the side to avoid the palm on his shoulder.

Lin Moyan stared at the person in front of him silently before raising his thin lips and asking, “what?”

The owner of the hand stiffened slightly before answering with a smile, “The class teacher has a meeting at 9 p.m. in room 305, Boya building.” 

After speaking, the man waited for a while. Seeing that Lin Moyan seemed to be fine, he turned and left. Lin Moyan stared at the person who hurried to inform the other men, gritted his teeth and let out a sneer. 

This person was one of his roommates, Fang Yu. On the first day of school, he pretended to be familiar with everyone. Say a few words here and laugh a little there. Not waiting for everyone to introduce themselves on the podium, he introduced himself to everyone before the class meeting. 

The thing that aggravated Lin Moyan the most was the type of fake smile plastered on Fang Yu’s face. A person who appeared friendly to everyone, like plastic butterfly*.

E/N: The term ‘Plastic butterfly’ is possible derived from ‘social butterfly’ in which a person is socially active. Lin Moyan replaced ‘social’ with ‘plastic’ because he feels that Fang Yu always has a fake smile and ‘plastic’ is often associated with fakeness. Hence, this is how Plastic butterfly came about! Thank you to the dear reader who pointed this out!

Lin Moyan was unable to deny that the man had the potential to be a butterfly with a slender figure and a complexion slightly lighter than bronze. Fang Yu had thick and slightly raised eyebrows, a tall nose bridge, and slightly curled lips. His eyes, although not double eyelids, were not small at all and coupled with his other features, Fang Yu appeared to be a handsome youth. 

However, Fang Yu’s good looks could not offset Lin Moyan’s growing aversion to him. The instructor’s collective whistle shrilled sharply, interrupting Lin Moyan’s thoughts. 

He cursed in a low voice, “Damn!” 

He was still wet below and it was uncomfortable.

Shouldn’t I find a chance to solve the backlog tonight?

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