What Do I Do After Possessing a Brain-Dead Fan?

I've run out of drafted chapters, so there's no update today. I'll make it up tomorrow, orz. Left on 7/25.

The empire's universally adored male idol, Jun Xuan, commander of the Thorn Legion, was mistakenly reported dead. Bound by his life debt to sign a "contract of servitude," he had to conceal his identity and live in obscurity, protecting his benefactor. He never expected to...

One day, he would catch his benefactor secretly playing with an xx robot made in his own likeness.

His benefactor was his rabid fan.

His benefactor had written dozens of gigabytes of smut about him.

His benefactor sleepwalked at night, crying and begging him for comfort.

Urgent! What should I do if the person who saved my life has improper designs on me?

There's no way to repay you, so I'll give you myself.

"Does your commander like men or women?"

"Men."

"What kind does he like? Pure, innocent white lotus types, or seductive sluts? You know, the white lotus type is delicate and innocent, like a startled little bunny who gets kissed and then runs off in embarrassment. The seductive slut type plays tricks and stops at nothing to seduce him, acts shamelessly and clings to him."

Staring absently at the elegant stretch of collarbone showing through the young man's shirt, which had slipped askew as he lay on his side, he let his imagination wander a little. The former commander of the Thorn Legion answered with certainty:

"Seductive sluts."

The young man stared at the photo on his smart device. The commander wore a dark green uniform, one hand on the brim of his cap, smiling in the sunshine, handsome and dashing.

He sighed. Huh, so he's a closet flirt.

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