Chapter 407 Flag Ceremony
Hera gripped the Glock 19 in her hand, pleasantly surprised by how well it fit. It was lighter than she’d expected, but her mind wandered to the magnum and Desert Eagle she’d seen in movies—those hefty, powerful guns that looked so cool and commanding. She couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to wield one of those.
She glanced back at Zhane with pitiful eyes, blinking rapidly in hopes of softening him up. But Zhane only chuckled, ruffling her hair once more. "You’ve got to get comfortable holding the gun before jumping to level five. Everyone starts at zero," he said with a shrug. Then, with a reassuring smile, he adjusted her posture, unlocked the gun, and gently guided her hand into position.
He stood close behind her, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder, the tip of his nose brushing against her earlobe. His warm breath caressed her cheek and ear, making Hera feel a tingly itch that distracted her from the target. Zhane was explaining the basics, but all she could focus on was the heat of his body pressing against her back, his left arm wrapped around her stomach to help her center her balance, while his right hand guided hers, helping her aim and support her seemingly frail arm.
What she felt most acutely was Zhane’s solid chest and the shifting of his muscles with each movement, palpable through his thin shirt. However, the greatest distraction wasn’t just his physical closeness but the unmistakable firmness pressing against her perky ass, signaling his growing arousal.
Zhane soon became aware of his body’s reaction to Hera. His heart raced and skipped a beat whenever he got close to her. What began as a focused lesson on poise and aim turned into a struggle when he caught a whiff of her scent, causing a churn in his stomach and a wave of nervousness.
Despite his efforts to stay composed, he couldn’t ignore the intimacy of their contact. As he guided her posture and steadied her arms, he felt the press of her body against his, including the gentle curve of her hips and rear pressing on his little guy. The sensation was undeniable, and he found himself biting his lip as he realized just how close he was to her.
The moment the realization hit him, Zhane was done for. His body reacted instantly, like a flag rising swiftly in a morning ceremony. His breathing turned shallow and ragged as he struggled to maintain control. Slowly, he let go of Hera’s waist, his hand lingering just a moment longer before signaling the two instructors to step aside, creating space for a more private moment between them.
The two instructors quickly picked up on the charged atmosphere and, not wanting to play the role of the third wheel, quietly left the private shooting range. Meanwhile, Hera became acutely aware of Zhane’s body heat intensifying behind her. The fact that he was a doctor also didn’t help him.
If others say that doctors see everyone else the same blah blah blah, then in Zhane’s case, it definitely didn’t apply to him. In his case, being a doctor backfired spectacularly. His medical knowledge only heightened his sensitivity, and his imagination ran wild. He could picture everything too vividly, which made his "little brother" rise much faster than his attempts to calm himself down.
Zhane knew he should let go of Hera, but his body betrayed him. Instead of pulling away, his left hand returned to its original position, gripping her more firmly than before, as if wanting to pull her closer, melt her into him.
He inhaled her scent deeply, and without thinking, his hand slid down slightly, just below her belly button. Hera felt it immediately, her senses heightening as the awareness of his touch sent a wave of electricity through her.
Hera let out a shaky breath, her right arm still raised, aiming at the target with Zhane’s support. His nose brushed against her sensitive neck and earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. Who had said Zhane was the most gentlemanly of the five? And who claimed he could always control himself?