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Chapter 1212 Tour · 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 1212 Tour

The man who still sent her good-morning texts at 0600 sharp even though he knew she was usually already running this base on the move by then.

In the photo they were on the pier back home, wind whipping her hair across his cheek while he laughed, eyes crinkled, arm slung around her shoulders like the world was simple and safe.

He looked so... civilian. Soft around the edges. Safe.

The kind of man who would never understand why she sometimes came back from the range with her pulse hammering and her thighs slick beneath her fatigues.

”I’m sorry,” she whispered to the photograph. The words tasted like ash.

She pressed the heel of her hand against her sternum, trying to push the ache down.

It didn’t work. Nothing worked tonight.

She lay back on the cot, the thin mattress creaking under her weight. Closed her eyes.

Tried to summon Douglas’s face—his gentle smile, the way he kissed her temple when she was tired, the quiet way he said ”I love you” like it was a promise he’d never break.

But the darkness behind her eyelids betrayed her.

Instead she saw Ross.

Ross, shirtless in the locker room after the late-night training rotation, sweat still glistening on the ridges of his abdomen.

Ross, leaning against the tiled wall with that lazy, dangerous smirk, towel slung low on his hips.

Ross, thick and half-hard already just from watching her peel off her sweat-soaked shirt, the way his gaze had dragged down her body like a physical touch.

And then—God help her—the dream sharpened.

The way he’d stepped close, close enough that she could feel the heat rolling off him.

The rough scrape of his calloused palm when he’d cupped the back of her neck and tilted her face up.

The low, gravelly sound he made when she didn’t pull away.

And then lower.

His cock.

Ohhh my..

Thick, heavy, flushed dark at the tip. Already leaking when he’d finally shoved his pants down just enough.

The sheer obscene size of it—veined, proud, curving slightly upward like it knew exactly where it wanted to go.

The way it had twitched when she’d wrapped her fingers around it, barely able to close them.

The hot, velvet weight of it in her palm.

The bead of precome that welled at the slit and slid down the underside while he groaned her name like a curse.

June’s breath hitched.

She rolled onto her stomach, pressed her face into the thin pillow, tried to wake up from the dream.

Her hips shifted involuntarily, seeking friction against the coarse sheet. The pressure only made it worse.

She was wet.

She’d been wet since the moment he’d crowded her against the lockers, since his mouth had crashed into hers and his tongue had pushed past her lips like he had every right.

Since he’d ground that fat length against her stomach and let her feel exactly how much he wanted her.

She clenched her thighs together, hard. A pitiful whimper escaped anyway.

”I’m engaged,” she said aloud to the empty room, voice trembling. ”I love him. I love Douglas.”

The words sounded hollow. Desperate.

Because even as she said them, her hand was already sliding down her body, under the waistband of her briefs, fingers finding the slippery evidence of her betrayal.

She was soaked. Dripping. Her clit throbbed under the lightest brush of her fingertips.

She bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood.

In her dream Ross was there again—looming over her, one thick forearm braced beside her head, the other guiding himself to her entrance.

The blunt head nudging, stretching, promising to split her open in the best, most shameful way.

She circled her clit faster.

”I’m sorry,” she gasped again, but the apology dissolved into a broken moan.

Her hips rocked against her own hand. The cot creaked rhythmically now.

She pictured Ross’s big hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wider, that smug, filthy grin on his face as he sank in inch by brutal inch.

Pictured the way his abs would flex, the way his breath would stutter when he bottomed out.

Pictured him fucking her slow at first—teasing, letting her feel every ridge—then harder, deeper, until the metal frame rattled and she couldn’t remember her own name, let alone Douglas’s.

Her orgasm hit like a shockwave. Sharp. Violent.

Silent except for the ragged sob she muffled into the pillow.

When it passed she lay there shaking, fingers still tucked between her legs, sticky and trembling.

She opened her eyes and the photograph stared at her from the nightstand.

Douglas’s smile had never looked so far away.

June turned her face to the wall, tears slipping hot and quiet down her cheek.

She didn’t sleep.

June tried to rationalize what Ross had done.

She already knew he was fucking Bella from the couple’s report.

Up until the strip search, the two of them had still been able to talk like normal people: easy, almost friendly.

Then came the gloved hands, the cold table, the humiliating exposure... and afterward, Ross had looked at her differently.

Not with pity. Not with professionalism.

He’d looked at her like he wanted something.

And then he started making moves.

Subtle at first—lingering glances, and then the direct sexual teasing, the way his voice dropped lower when he said her name.

Testing. Arousing.

”Does he like me too?” The thought slipped in before she could stop it. ”Does he want to fuck me the way he fucks Bella?”

June shook her head hard, as if she could physically dislodge the idea.

No. He was just playing power games. Using her vulnerability the way men like him always did.

Hate was easier. Hate made sense.

She clung to that hate like a life raft, letting it crowd out the heat pooling low in her belly, the traitorous pulse between her thighs whenever she replayed the way his eyes had dragged over her skin.

Eventually the war inside her exhausted itself.

She curled tighter under the thin blanket, chasing the little sleep she had left, telling herself the ache would fade by morning.

It always did.

Almost.

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