Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down
Chapter 75 Teach You First, Then Fuck You

Matt was really teaching Winona personally. He pressed himself against her body and held her fingers tightly. She could even feel the vibrations of his heartbeat in his chest, and the thin calluses on his palms. And now his hot breath was spraying her earlobe and neck, sending a shiver down her body. How could she concentrate on her shooting practice?

He had sensed her distraction long ago and brushed his lips across her earlobe wickedly. Her body went limp in his arms, and his triumphant laughter came to her ears.

She was instantly infuriated, "Matt! Are you here to help me practice or to make fun of me!"

He rubbed her soft hair lovingly, "Okay, I won't flirt with you. I'll teach you first. When I've taught you ..." He lowered his head and rubbed her lips ambiguously, then said in a sexy and hoarse voice, "Then I'll fuck you."

He really put away that playful look and seriously explained the construction of the whole gun to her. In his words, to use a gun accurately, you had to know it like a lover.

"Try to dismantle the gun."

Winona nervously dismantled the gun the way he had told her to. He kissed her lightly in satisfaction, "You've done well. I'll reward you for that. You have ten minutes to put this gun together." "A piece of cake!"

There were only a few parts anyway. Could it be that she couldn't put them together? However, she had overestimated herself and it had taken her nearly half an hour to put the gun together. She stuck her tongue out at him, "I hadn't expected that it would be so easy to say but so hard to do."

He had stood quietly watching her, not agitated or annoyed, then looked down at his watch, "Twenty-five minutes and three seconds over. What do you think I should do to punish you?" Watching him slowly approach her, she instinctively felt a sense of danger, "Don't you ... come any closer! This is a loaded gun."

She had intended to scare him and pointed the gun at him. She didn't expect him to frown just slightly and suddenly raise his hand. There was just a click, the chamber came off, and with a swing of his long arm, she was tightly wrapped in his arms. He lowered his head and kissed her lips wildly, and sucked her tongue hard till it tingled.

It was a long time before he released her, "I'm asking you to dismantle and load your gun in a short time so that you can use this trick one day."

Winona moved her tingling tongue and slurred, "The move you just did was so cool. Do it again."

"Okay, then I'll satisfy your curiosity."

Winona stared wide-eyed at what was happening before her. Matt's fingers were so fast that she couldn't even see his movements. He was so deft and cool that it was breathtaking, like a magic trick. It seemed that unloading and loading the gun just happened in the blink of an eye, which was simply exhilarating.

He gave her the loaded gun and winked seductively at her, "Do you think I'm cool?"

Seeing his smug look, she was a little offended and pouted, "Well, not bad."

He gripped her fingers and pointed the gun at the bullet holes in the distant tree, "Shooting is like making love, only when you are not distracted can you achieve the ultimate pleasure. And once you have a taste of it, you get addicted."

The corners of her mouth twitched. There was no one else who would make analogies like his, and maybe that was his style. She couldn't help but tease, "Hey, Matt, is this how you normally train your soldiers? Wouldn't that be setting a bad example for the kids?"

He nibbled lightly on her earlobe, "Idiot, I only flirt with you, and I've always treated others with the amount of care they deserve."

Hearing this, she snorted with laughter, "According to you, you're justified in being a jerk?"

"Nonsense! You're my wife, and you have a marriage license with me. Besides, I'm not being a jerk. I'm flirting with you. Do you understand?"

Matt's head was just full of ridiculous ideas and she was no match for him.

"Aim for the goal and keep your mind on it. Right now, your world is just the target and you."

Winona tightened her grip on the pistol nervously and narrowed her eyes slightly. With a bang, the bullet flew off, but grazed the bark and disappeared from her sight.

She looked a little frustrated, "Ah... it's so hard. It feels more difficult than the first time I held a scalpel to do heart surgery."

Surprisingly, he didn't made fun of her this time, but stroked her hair soothingly, "Good girl, you've done a good job."

Her eyes twinkled, "Really?"

"Nonsense! You're my wife, with my essence flowing through your body. How can you be bad?"

Sure enough, he wouldn't say any decent words.

"It's still early. Keep practicing. I'm not short of bullets."

He tossed her the few cartridges he had on him and then lay down on the ground. He looked relaxed with a blade of grass in his mouth and his army cap covering the sun.

"Hey! Didn't you say you'd help me practice? How come you're letting me practice on my own so soon?"

He said lazily, "Didn't I tell you? Shooting is like making love. You have to slow down and hurry up at times."

She rolled her eyes at him and then turned to practice silently on her target. He kept quietly staring at her, occasionally pointed out her mistakes, and made a few useful comments.

By midday, he had simply chopped some dry wood and roasted a rabbit. Shortly afterward, the smell of rabbit meat wafted through the air. He tore off the thighs of the rabbit, "Do you want to fill your stomach first?"

The shooting was indeed a learned skill, and she used most of the bullets without hitting her target. By now, her arms were sore, and beads of sweat were seeping from her forehead. But she was stubborn and would not allow herself to stop halfway, "No, you eat first."

He looked at her admiringly, then placed the roasted rabbit on a wide leaf and waited quietly.

Bang! Winona jumped up and down in excitement as she hit the target this time, "Matt, I shot it. Woo-hoo!"

The dappled sunlight fell on her delicate and slightly sweaty face, outlining her clear little face more and more movingly. At that moment, he felt as if his heart had been smitten too. He couldn't help but smile, "Well, you did it."

He waved the rabbit in his hand towards her and greeted her over to eat it, "What do you think I should reward you for?"

She was eating the rabbit when she heard his ragged breathing and coughed uncontrollably as the bone caught in her throat.

He tensed up and hugged her from behind, then slammed her body hard towards his chest. Poof ... the bone was coughed out finally. But she felt a little indignant. He was the culprit, and she wanted to give him a small punishment. So, with her eyes closed, she slowly slid down.

He was a little out of control and even his voice was shaking, "Winona?"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐