Chapter 74: Stussy’s Panic, Three Peoples Training Feedback
After yesterday, Hancock is now 13 years old. To celebrate her birthday, Lakeman had specially ordered a magnificent five-layer cake.
"The cake is delicious. It's a pity we couldn't completely eat it last night," Lakeman said with a grin, retracting his finger from the frosting. He smiled mischievously as he gently pressed Hancock down. "Now it's my turn to taste it," he added with a playful tone.
Hancock's face flushed a deep red, and she turned her face away shyly. Despite her embarrassment, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement. Under normal circumstances, finishing the five-layer cake would be easy for her, but Lakeman had a unique way of celebrating that went beyond just eating the cake.
Sure enough, soon Hancock and the cake were both devoured by Lakeman in a manner that left her breathless. Over an hour later, the cake was completely finished, and Hancock lay there, her eyes closed in fatigue, her face still red with residual delight.
During their brief rest, Hancock decided to bring up a serious matter. "Master, Stussy seems... not quite right," she said, her voice filled with concern. "She appears to be hiding something."
Lakeman, who was lying beside her, turned his head to look at her, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "You noticed?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"Yes," Hancock nodded lightly. "I vaguely sensed something. She... she seems to be wary of you, master."
Lakeman pondered this for a moment before responding, "Ignore her. If she poses any real threat, I will deal with her." His tone was confident and dismissive, conveying his trust in his own abilities to handle any situation.
"Understood," Hancock replied, not pressing the matter further. She knew that as long as Lakeman was aware, there was no need for her to worry. She truly submitted to him with all her heart, trusting his wisdom and resourcefulness implicitly.
The next day,
in a room that was still in disarray from the previous night's festivities, Hancock lowered her head, devouring his morning wood, her white, delicate skin glowing perfectly in the cool morning air.