When Colneth returned to his residence, the phrase from Tristan, "I heard that Lyrion Wyethorne is gay, I don't know if his son will be too, so I'm quite worried about your younger brother still echoed in his mind. Although he felt a bit angered by that statement at the time, he only responded with, "Being gay is not a fault, as long as they treat Little Colnar well." Tristan was initially taken aback, but then nodded in agreement.
These were Colneth genuine thoughts. He truly didn't care about such gossip, and whether Lyrion Wyethorne was gay wasn't a concern for him. He was grateful for their care towards his younger brother and only hoped that Colnar would have a good life these years. Once his health improved, he would definitely visit him in person.
While making plans in his mind, Colneth reached the doorway. Just as he opened the door, a voice came from inside.
"Where did you go?"
Startled, Colneth looked up and saw Dalgliesh standing by the door, seemingly waiting for him.
"You're back so early?"
"The man you had dinner with today, who is he?" Dalgliesh didn't answer his question and went straight to the point.
"You're also at Kengsinton Restaurant?" Colneth was surprised that Dalgliesh would ask him this question, and he didn't expect that Dalgliesh was also there for dinner and had seen him.
"Yeah, Captain Etherton probably wouldn't have expected it to be such a coincidence. I was there today too." Dalgliesh chuckled and then glanced at Colneth belly. "You're this far along and still going out?"
"There's something I needed to do."
"What is it? A date?" Dalgliesh seemed a bit displeased. He suddenly reached out and closed the door, cornering Colneth against the wall, looking down at him from a higher vantage point. "You seemed pretty happy during dinner, your face was even blushing."
His hand touched Colneth slightly cold cheek. The temperature had dropped suddenly during this period. There was a bit of sun in the morning, but in the afternoon, a cold wind started blowing. Several times at night, after Colneth had fallen asleep, he would snuggle into Dalgliesh arms.
"Just some personal matters." Colneth turned his face away, avoiding Dalgliesh touch. At this moment, Dalgliesh sensibly withdrew his hand.
"Ah." After releasing his hand, Dalgliesh nodded with a meaningful glance. His emotions remained inscrutable. Suddenly, in an unexpected move, he lifted Colneth into his arms and placed him onto the bed in the room. As Colneth tried to rise, he noticed him pull the curtains of the French windows leading to the balcony.
"Take off your clothes."
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"Should Colneth undress himself, or should I help you?"
Colneth was at a loss and could only remove his coat.
"Take off everything inside."
Dalgliesh expression was stern in a way Colneth had never seen before. Understanding that provoking this man would only be detrimental, he reluctantly removed each piece of clothing.
When Dalgliesh caught sight of the things wrapped around Colneth abdomen and chest, his gaze darkened, and he grew increasingly agitated.
"Colneth, are you trying to get yourself killed, or do you not care about your child life?! Aren't you afraid of strangling the child into deformity with this?!"
Colneth hands faltered, not expecting Dalgliesh to suddenly turn harsh on him. Moreover, hearing him address him by his full name, which rarely happened, even though his tone wasn't pleasant, made Colneth, who had no family or loved ones, strangely feel like Dalgliesh was showing concern. He couldn't quite put his finger on the feeling.
"Take off everything you have on you, then spread your legs towards me Colneth was embarrassed as she opened her legs, exposing herself to the man before her. After this period of rest, her two openings had become rosy and tender again, as if they hadn't been touched before. Dalgliesh hand touched her, feeling only the transparent fluid secreted by Colneth herself, without any other suspicious liquid, which improved his mood somewhat.
"Mmm..." Colneth trembled as he touched her body, unable to suppress a moan. Her sensitive and eager flower cavity released a trace of liquid.
"Feeling something?"
Colneth stared at him with cold eyes, internally criticizing, 'Could someone be touched in that area and not feel anything?!' Moreover... it had been such a long time since she had done anything like this... The pheromones emanating from Dalgliesh when he got close to her made it impossible for her to resist.
Actually, Dalgliesh voice had made Colneth body feel heated, a rush of heat surged through him. But he didn't forget what he had to do today. He got up and took Colneth police uniform from the cabinet, throwing it onto the bed.
"Put this on."
Colneth didn't understand what Dalgliesh was up to, only hearing him continue, "From now on, when you leave me a note, you need to clearly state who you're going out with, what you're going out to do. Otherwise, you'll obediently accept punishment."
"But why wear the police uniform?"
"Captain Etherton, do you know that when you wear this kind of clothing... it makes people, especially, want to have you." Dalgliesh whispered in Colneth ear.
When Colneth put on the police uniform, his posture was straight, his waist narrow, his hips raised. He looked clean and sharp, sacred and inviolable. But the more this was the case, the more it made people want to aggressively violate him. Since the first time they had been intimate, Dalgliesh had wanted to do this. Compared to Colneth being completely naked, Dalgliesh wanted him more when he was wearing the police uniform.
"No dawdling, just put it on directly."
Today, Dalgliesh had a stronger sense of oppression than before. Hearing the words he said in his ear, Colneth breathing became chaotic.
Two minutes later.
Colneth fidgeted with his clothes, his face turning red with embarrassment. His voice quivered as he spoke, revealing the extreme shyness he felt, "Dalgliesh... I can't seem to fasten this..."
The child was almost seven months old. Without taking any measures, Colneth police uniform couldn't possibly be buttoned up over his large belly. Wearing it made him appear rather awkward, the pants couldn't be pulled up properly, only reaching his hips, and the belt was out of the question... Seeing the once revered uniform now worn in such a manner, losing its previous crisp appearance and the aura of being a special police officer, Colneth felt utterly helpless.
"If it won't fasten, then just leave it unbuttoned." Dalgliesh gazed at Colneth, a growing ache manifesting below. Colneth had no idea that his current appearance was even more alluring than his usual well-behaved demeanor, especially the protruding, round belly in the middle of his clothes.
Feeling Dalgliesh unwavering stare, his expression peculiar, Colneth became even more embarrassed and awkward, realizing that he must look quite unattractive at the moment.
"Can I take it off?"
"No. The punishment isn't over yet, Captain Etherton Dalgliesh grinned wickedly, "You used to be quite skilled at push-ups, didn't you? Demonstrate a few for me."
"Push-ups?"
"Yes, if Captain Etherton can manage 10, I'll allow you to take it off."
Just 10, Colneth sighed with relief. Although he was heavily pregnant, performing 10 push-ups was a simple task.
Seeing Colneth about to kneel down on the floor, Dalgliesh halted him.
"This time, Captain Etherton will do them on the bed, and I'll lie beneath you while you perform them on top of me."
[ Easter Egg ]
Easter Egg Chapter - The First Night
Though immersed in his own fantasies, the unexpectedly intense pleasure felt all too real for Dalgliesh. His excitement grew as he yearned to thrust against the person waist, yet he found himself unable to raise his hands. Instead, he moved his hips rapidly, thrusting upwards. The tightness surrounding his member caused Dalgliesh arousal to surge, and more fluids escaped from his encased sex.
"Ah… ha… slower… please…" Colneth senses were in disarray from the forceful thrusts. He couldn't determine whether Dalgliesh was awake or not. Suddenly, he was vigorously penetrated by the other, delving even deeper, breaching his very core and repeatedly reaching his innermost recesses. The sensation left Colneth curling his toes and gripping his thighs tightly. Despite his rational thoughts urging him to leave before Dalgliesh opened his eyes, his body involuntarily responded to the other pounding. Deep down, he even hoped that Dalgliesh would suddenly awaken, as if unveiling the emotions he had concealed for so long. Perhaps then, the burdens he carried might feel a little lighter.
However, his wish remained unfulfilled in the end. After all, Dalgliesh wasn't truly intoxicated; he had been drugged. His exceptional physical capabilities allowed him to regain some awareness, though not full clarity.