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Chapter 1209 Trench · Oct 12, 2026

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1201 Chapter 1203 Arcane 2026-10-12
1202 Chapter 1204 Sprint 2026-10-12
1203 Chapter 1205 Tank 2026-10-12
1204 Chapter 1206 Victory 2026-10-12
1205 Chapter 1207 Mage 2026-10-12
1206 Chapter 1208 Miles 2026-10-12
1207 Chapter 1209 Trench 2026-10-12
1208 Chapter 1210 Gravel 2026-10-12
1209 Chapter 1211 Ferry 2026-10-12
1210 Chapter 1212 Tour 2026-10-12
1211 Chapter 1213 Rapid 2026-10-12
1212 Chapter 1214 Motion 2026-10-12
1213 Chapter 1215 Auction 2026-10-12
1214 Chapter 1216 Mail 2026-10-12
1215 Chapter 1217 Pillar 2026-10-12
1216 Chapter 1218 Reflection 2026-10-12
1217 Chapter 1219 Square 2026-10-12
1218 Chapter 1220 Bamboo 2026-10-12
1219 Chapter 1221 Set 2026-10-12
1220 Chapter 1222 Reload 2026-10-12
1221 Chapter 1223: Chaper 1223 Catapult 2026-10-12
1222 Chapter 1224 Award 2026-10-12
1223 Chapter 1225 Ramen 2026-10-12
1224 Chapter 1226 Dazzle 2026-10-12
1225 Chapter 1227 Reign 2026-10-12
1226 Chapter 1228 Entry 2026-10-12
1227 Chapter 1229 Popular 2026-10-12
1228 Chapter 1230 Sealed 2026-10-12
1229 Chapter 1231 Art 2026-10-12
1230 Chapter 1232 Leader 2026-10-12
1231 Chapter 1233 Poster 2026-10-12
1232 Chapter 1234 Tree 2026-10-12
1233 Chapter 1235 Defence 2026-10-12
1234 Chapter 1236 Kingdom 2026-10-12
1235 Chapter 1237 Tycoon 2026-10-12
1236 Chapter 1238 Butterfly 2026-10-12
1237 Chapter 1239 Foundation 2026-10-12
1238 Chapter 1240 Urban 2026-10-12
1239 Chapter 1241 Flexible 2026-10-12
1240 Chapter 1242 Giraffe 2026-10-12
1241 Chapter 1243 Official 2026-10-12
1242 Chapter 1244 Simple 2026-10-12
1243 Chapter 1245 Camping 2026-10-12
1244 Chapter 1246 Athlete 2026-10-12
1245 Chapter 1247 Menu 2026-10-12
1246 Chapter 1248 Quest 2026-10-12
1247 Chapter 1249 Parity 2026-10-12
1248 Chapter 1250 Lemonade 2026-10-12
1249 Chapter 1251 Human 2026-10-12
1250 Chapter 1252 Tide 2026-10-12

Chapter 1209 Trench

It was not yet fully hard but already obscene in its size: thick, veined, the head flushed a deep dusky pink.

Even soft it looked... impossible.

The kind of thing that belonged in hushed locker-room stories, not standing naked and unapologetic in front of the woman who signed every order on the base.

”It’s huge!”June’s mind screamed again, the thought ricocheting wildly behind her eyes.

Jesus Christ, it’s actually bigger than I imagined. How is that even—how is he—*

She forced her gaze back to his face, but it was too late. He’d seen it. The way her throat worked.

The way her fingers flexed at her sides as though she was fighting the urge to reach out.

Ross took another slow step closer.

”Still think you’re in charge here, Commander?” he murmured, voice velvet over steel.

June lifted her chin, defiant even as color climbed high on her cheekbones.

”I’m always in charge,” she said, but the words came out huskier than she intended. ”The question is... are you going to make me prove it?”

She uncrossed her arms.

One hand drifted downward, fingertips brushing the remaining fastenings of her jacket.

Ross’s eyes tracked the movement like a hawk.

”By all means,” he said softly. ”Prove it.”

The room felt smaller now. Hotter. The cameras kept recording, indifferent.

And neither of them moved to turn them off.

”Don’t move,” June warned, her voice low and unnervingly steady, the kind of calm that carried an edge sharper than any blade.

”Not a single inch. Or I might accidentally crush a nut or two. And trust me—I’ve got the grip strength for it.”

Ross froze instantly, every muscle locking into rigid compliance.

The air between them thickened, suddenly too warm, too close.

She reached for the box of nitrile gloves on the steel counter.

The packaging tore with a crisp, deliberate rip.

She shook one out, then the second, and snapped them over her wrists in quick succession—sharp, clinical pops that echoed in the small, windowless room like tiny gunshots.

Then she stepped in.

Up close, Ross was bigger than she’d registered from across the room. Broader. Taller.

The kind of solid, quiet physicality that seemed to displace oxygen.

She started at the crown of his head, fingers threading through thick, slightly damp hair—dark strands that curled just enough to catch at her knuckles.

She moved with textbook precision: scalp, temples, behind the ears, the taut skin along the nape of his neck where pulse beat steady and strong beneath her fingertips.

Down the column of his throat. Along the ridge of his collarbones.

Across the wide, warm plane of his chest.

His skin radiated heat, and when her palms skimmed over his pecs she felt the quick, involuntary flex of muscle beneath.

That was when she noticed it.

He smelled good! So good in fact.

Not the artificial bite of cologne, not the sharp sting of aftershave—just clean sweat, warm skin, something faintly cedar-and-salt that belonged to him alone.

It drifted into her lungs like smoke, quiet and insidious, sinking deep.

Her body reacted before her mind could issue a denial: heat unfurled low in her belly, a slow, liquid bloom.

Her nipples drew into tight, aching points beneath the stiff cotton of her bra.

Years of discipline kept her expression blank, her breathing measured, but inside her blood had turned molten.

She hated how much she liked it.

She hated even more that she wanted to lean closer and breathe him in again.

Instead she forced her hands lower.

Ribs. Abdomen. The hard, ridged line of his obliques.

Every touch felt louder than it should—skin sliding against nitrile, the faint rasp of body hair, the subtle tremor that ran through him when her thumbs brushed the sensitive skin just above his hips.

She dropped into a controlled squat.

And that was when her composure fractured.

Ross was already fully erect.

Thick. Heavy. Darkened with blood and straining upward in shameless, unapologetic demand.

The flushed head glistened faintly at the tip.

It stood mere inches from her face—close enough that she could feel the radiant heat coming off him, close enough that the clean, musky scent of aroused male flooded her senses.

June’s pulse slammed in her throat, loud enough she was sure he could hear it.

For one endless, dangerous second she simply stared.

Her mouth watered. A shameful, involuntary thing.

She could almost taste him—salt and skin and the faint metallic promise beneath.

Her cunt clenched hard, a sharp, needy pulse that made her thighs press together instinctively.

Then she swallowed once. Hard.

She tore her gaze away, forced her eyes back to neutral inspection points—inner thighs, knees, calves, ankles—as though nothing at all had changed.

But everything had.

The air felt charged now, electric with what neither of them was saying.

Her gloves were suddenly too tight, too hot against her palms. Her heartbeat hadn’t slowed.

And every time she exhaled, she tasted him on the back of her tongue.

She rose slowly, deliberately, keeping her movements clinical even as her body screamed otherwise.

When she finally met his eyes again, Ross was watching her.

Not smug. Not mocking.

Just... aware.

And the look in his gaze said he knew exactly how close she’d come to breaking protocol.

June’s jaw tightened.

June felt the panic claw up her spine like ice water.

Every instinct screamed at her to run.

To stand up abruptly, stammer some half-formed excuse about needing to consult an expert or double-check the roster, and get out before her face betrayed her completely.

Before the heat in her cheeks became visible on the grainy feed the security team would review later.

Before she did something irreversible in a room wired for every second of scrutiny.

But the cameras stopped her cold.

They were impossible to ignore once she remembered them—four matte-black hemispheres mounted high in the corners, tiny red status lights pulsing like slow heartbeats.

The base didn’t just record; it watched her every move inside this room.

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