1 Leaking Milk (Part 1)

The October breeze carried a hint of early autumn chill, but it was still no match for the scorching sun overhead, which made everything shimmer in the heat.

Colneth, lying in the grass, shifted uncomfortably.

He carefully avoided touching his belly, not daring to make any sudden movements.

He relied on the strength of his hands to support his body.

Sweat trickled down his fair forehead relentlessly.

His special police uniform was soaked with sweat, and a certain area on his chest continued to release an unmentionable liquid, fortunately mixing with the sweat, making it less conspicuous.

His belly pressed tightly against his inner clothing, giving him the illusion that it might burst.

The heavy protective gear on top of his uniform was making it hard for Colneth to catch his breath, but it also effectively concealed his figure.

Even Colneth, who had never considered himself physically weak, felt like he was on the verge of collapse.

After all, he was hiding a secret that could not be revealed inside his body.

"Captain Etherton, are you okay?" Chris, who was beside him, noticed Colneth's discomfort and asked softly with a concerned expression on his face.

"I'm fine."

With his usual cold tone, Chris was used to it. Since joining the Special Forces, he had always admired Colneth for his stern appearance, calm personality, and precise command during every mission.

There was something fascinating about him.

Moreover, for some reason, Chris felt that recently, Captain Etherton had an elusive milky scent about him.

It was incredible that such a cold person could emit a completely opposite fragrance.

He wasn't the brawny type, and his skin was fairer than the other team members who were exposed to the sun and rain every day.

He rarely smiled or spoke much, but almost everyone in the unit had great respect for Captain Etherton, except for Dalgliesh.

Dalgliesh was always a lone wolf.

Although he was just a junior officer in the Special Forces, hardly anyone interacted with him.

He always seemed mysterious and unpredictable.

However, he managed to stay in the unit because he followed orders when it mattered, and Colneth turned a blind eye to his peculiarities.

Thinking of this, Chris raised his head and saw Dalgliesh, who was hidden not far away, staring at Captain Etherton with an inscrutable look in his eyes.

"Captain Etherton, the target is coming out." Before Chris could think further, the person in front spoke.

"We'll move ahead; you follow behind. Rear assault, be cautious of their firearms, and remember, capture 'Black Hawk' alive." Colneth calmly spoke every word, quickly got up from his position, and swiftly moved to another thicket.

It was unclear which side's gunfire rang out first, but the firefight erupted instantly.

The high tension temporarily made Colneth forget his physical discomfort.

The deafening gunfire echoed continuously, and as if stimulated, a sudden cramp gripped his abdomen.

Colneth couldn't hold back a furrowed brow for a moment.

He discreetly reached for his belly, but it was only a momentary distraction.

A bullet whizzed past his shoulder, causing an intense burning sensation.

Although it didn't hit him, the grazed shoulder stung like a burn.

Colneth gritted his teeth tightly to suppress the urge to cry out in pain.

He no longer dared to be distracted for a moment, withdrawing his hand, he plunged back into the chaotic battle.

The pain in his belly grew worse, and the hot sweat had turned into cold sweat.

Seeing that they were getting closer to encircling Black Hawk, Colneth fought to maintain a clear mind.

He couldn't care less about his own body now.

His once pale pink lower lip was bitten pale, leaving a row of indented teeth marks when he finally released it.

"Be careful."

Suddenly, a force pushed him, and Colneth fell into a strong, powerful embrace.

In the next moment, Colneth saw a bullet graze his back, and his face darkened slightly.

Dalgliesh raised his hand and shot the person who had just fired, cleanly and precisely.

This left Colneth with a sense of puzzlement, but it was quickly disrupted by Dalgliesh's next words.

"Weakling." Dalgliesh's lips curled into a disdainful smile as he whispered these words in Colneth's ear with a tone of contempt.

The hot breath against his ear sent shivers down Colneth's spine, and he froze for a moment.

Almost immediately, as if in disgust, Dalgliesh released the hold around his waist and quickly dealt with the remaining enemies.

Colneth remained expressionless and continued to act as if nothing had happened.

Seeing him injured, Chris came to support him from the other side.

Colneth had no idea how the situation had ended, his mind went blank.

It was only when they successfully captured Black Hawk that he breathed a sigh of relief.

This operation had lasted for a month, dismantling a major criminal organization in the city and capturing Black Hawk alive.

Despite suffering a heart condition, Colneth's leadership had played a crucial role.

However, he declined any rewards and instead requested a four-month leave along with his annual leave.

Colneth knew that if he didn't take this leave, the consequences would be severe.

Even through his underwear, the sensitive area between his legs was rubbed raw by the police uniform, and it was continuously oozing a liquid, which was somewhat itchy.

While he remained tense, the sensation in that area was manageable, but whenever he relaxed, the discomfort became more pronounced.

What worried him the most was his belly. Although the pain had subsided, Colneth was still anxious about any potential complications.

Seeing a hint of weariness on Colneth's pale face, Director Jason couldn't bear it, especially considering Colneth's injury during this mission.

Therefore, he approved the leave. However, Dalgliesh, standing nearby, seemed lost in thought, and the tear on his back from the bullet looked alarming.

After parking a black Land Rover in the garage and entering his home, Colneth finally slumped onto the couch and let out a deep breath.

As he walked into his room, he slowly removed his clothing.

Underneath his police uniform, he wore a compression undershirt to conceal his belly and protect his shoulder wound.

Colneth gradually removed his inner clothing, revealing a belly that appeared to be around four or five months pregnant, even though he was actually six months along.

His belly was naturally small, and the tight undershirt helped hide the truth from everyone.

Fortunately, nothing unexpected had happened today.

Colneth absentmindedly touched his belly while sitting on the bed.

He was thankful that he had returned home safely.

As he removed his underwear, a rush of arousal escaped, trickling down his fair thighs.

Between his legs, his pink opening, which didn't belong to a man, was slightly swollen from friction and damp with arousal, glistening enticingly.

"Ah...," Colneth let out a sigh from his nostrils. For the past month, he hadn't been home, and now that he was in the privacy of his own space, he finally felt secure.

He casually kicked his clothes onto the floor and propped a pillow behind him.

The wound on his shoulder had only received basic bandaging in the field, and blood had seeped through the gauze.

But he paid it no mind because he noticed that his chest, as ripe and crimson as a jujube, had begun to leak milk again...