The Sabotaged Wingman

My grand-uncle’s deathbed confession was infuriatingly vague. He slapped a glowing death-seal on my arm, gasped that I had exactly six months to infiltrate the all-male Sunscorch Vanguard to cure it, and died before telling me how. Now, I’m binding my chest and swaggering through a brutal desert academy as 'Renzo'. My survival strategy? Cheat mercilessly and shamelessly antagonize our icy top disciple, Vashar. Unfortunately, my obnoxious bro-persona works a little too well. Vashar is absolutely horrified to find himself obsessing over his cheekiest rival. Desperate to prove his heterosexuality, he aggressively sets me up with local women - only to violently crash the dates in fits of irrational jealousy, flipping tables and screaming about 'enemy spies.' Between treating his chest wounds in pitch-black catacombs and dodging our suspiciously watchful Grandmaster, my clock is ticking fast. What happens when my six months run out, or worse... what happens when a sudden, agonizing bout of menstrual cramps leaves me bleeding in front of a panicking Vashar who thinks I'm dying?