Chapter 2820 - 10: Sweetheart, You’re So Soft

Chapter 2820: Chapter 10: Sweetheart, You’re So Soft

Is she hurt?

Of course, she isn’t hurt.

Doesn’t she know if she’s hurt or not?

When Ben Lucas showed a concerned yet displeased expression, the brain of Harrison Lucas, still in a short-circuited state, didn’t immediately react.

Until her gaze followed the man’s hand, moving down along the white cloth.

The other end of the white cloth was actually slipping out from under her shirt hem... It was only then that she suddenly realized where Ben Lucas’s fingers had picked up that white cloth from!

It was her corset!

"Where exactly are you hurt? Let me check... sweetheart, do you not trust me? You’re hurt and didn’t tell me."

Ben Lucas was obviously drunk. His long fingers hooked the white cloth’s end and started pulling outwards.

Harrison Lucas’s flushed face turned ashen in an instant. Never mind that Ben Lucas kept calling her ’sweetheart’ while drunk, he actually didn’t know she was a woman!

Yes, exactly.

Ben Lucas called her ’sweetheart’ not as an affectionate nickname but to mock her for being effeminate like a girl.

This dates back to two years ago, when the major had returned from a successful campaign with military brothers and was happily poured drinks by veteran generals.

Before getting drunk last time, Harrison Lucas only needed to take care of the major, making sure no one disturbed him, letting him sleep peacefully.

But last time, while drunk, the major suddenly started ’teasing’ her.

He kept talking on and on, even held her, gently kissed her cheek.

Ever since then, the major gave her the nickname ’sweetheart’.

Because the drunk major said she was just like a girl with such thin skin.

As soon as he got close, her face turned red.

"Sweetheart, you’re soft and... really ill?"

Ben Lucas’s lazy, magnetic voice carried a hint of huskiness; his deep black eyes gradually became misty, and his left hand unwound the cloth looped around Harrison Lucas’s chest, pulling down circle after circle.

"Don’t be afraid, I’ll take a look."

With these low words, a broad, warm hand had already settled on that small softness.

"Hiss—" Harrison Lucas sharply drew in a breath.

She had never expected that Ben Lucas could be so, so, so—excessive while drunk!

Her lifelong admiration for the major made it utterly impossible for her to inwardly curse the words ’beast’.

Because she had rushed out from the bathroom earlier, Harrison Lucas hadn’t worn her clothes properly.

The cloth was hastily stuffed into her chest, with the wide outer garments virtually hollow underneath.

Ben Lucas’s hand just squeezed inward, easily grasping her most private, untouched area.

"Ma... Major, let go..." Harrison Lucas’s cool, clean voice had long warped, a soft vulnerability typical of a girl slipping out.

And this sound, in Ben Lucas’s ears at least, was the most tempting invitation.

The floating intoxication in the man’s eyes gradually receded, leaving a rare fiery warmth in his dark pupils.

The feel beneath his hand was so real, not a swelling, not a tumor, lacking any hard sensation.

Such soft, tender touch made it hard to let go.

The youth teased as ’sweetheart’ wasn’t sick.

He was just—no, she.

She was just a girl he’d almost overlooked.

Ben Lucas’s eyes grew darker, his deep, hoarse voice laced with heavy yearning: "Sweetheart, you’re so soft... I want you..."

As the man spoke, the corset cloth finally fell completely away.

The wide outer garment Harrison Lucas used to hide her physical traits was easily pushed up by Ben Lucas’s hand, no longer offering any cover.

In these moments, a girl’s snow-white, jade-like delicate form lay before Ben Lucas’s eyes.

Harrison Lucas was startled to see the man perched above her, those piercing long eyes swiftly narrowing.

A dangerous glint crossed his eyes, filled with passionate obsession towards prey.

In that instant, Harrison Lucas suddenly understood—

Tonight, she couldn’t escape, no matter what she said!

This was the signal for the hunter’s chase, the trademark expression the major used when devouring opponents on the battlefield.

And right now, on this large bed, what that look meant couldn’t be more obvious.

She had... become the major’s prey, in that fleeting moment, his desire to ’consume her’.

[Beyond 1300 words: Update complete November 11th, see you tomorrow night~]