Catherine's POV

"Ding!"

The black armor clashed against my bed, producing a crisp sound.

"Who would have thought the cold-hearted General Bud would lie on my bed like a hungry hawk?"

I straddled his waist, facing Bud's hot gaze, slowly unbuttoning his clothes until his chest was exposed.

As I touched something hard between his thighs, Bud suddenly sat up, gripping my shoulders.

"Catherine, are you... really sure about this?"

He strained to suppress his voice, his facial muscles twitching, and his eyes flickering with struggle.

His hands met mine and I felt his calluses from training. They're radiating burning heat.

I almost burst into laughter. We were already lying...