Chapter 109: Chapter 87: EXHAUSTED EMBRACE & AWAKENING

Wan Yu lay collapsed completely upon the soft cushions of the sofa, her body sprawled out limp and boneless, utterly drained of every last drop of her strength and energy. She was not just tired; she was completely incapacitated. Her limbs felt as heavy as lead, her muscles trembling with faint, involuntary spasms long after the intense pleasure had subsided. She could not lift her arms, she could not turn her head, and most notably—she could not even lift her own legs an inch off the surface, her thighs and knees trembling uncontrollably from the sheer exhaustion that had settled deep into her bones. Her skin was still flushed a deep, rosy red all over, glistening faintly with the residue of their activities, her lips swollen and red, and her intimate parts gaping slightly, sensitive and wet, still throbbing rhythmically as a reminder of everything they had done. Her eyes were heavy, half-lidded and hazy, barely able to stay open, her breathing shallow, ragged, and slow as she drifted in a warm, comfortable haze of total satisfaction.

Jun Hao stood beside the sofa, looking down at his masterpiece with a mix of pride, lingering hunger, and tender affection. Seeing her so completely spent, unable to even move a finger, a soft smile touched his lips. He leaned down, his large hands easily grasping her waist and her heavy, useless legs, moving her body effortlessly as if she weighed nothing at all. He gently turned her body until she lay on her side, facing away from him, her knees bending naturally inward because she lacked the strength to straighten them or adjust her position herself. Once she was settled, Jun Hao lay down right behind her, pressing his body perfectly against the length of hers, chest to back, hips to buttocks, legs tangled together, leaving absolutely no space between them. He fit against her like a puzzle piece, surrounding her completely.

With one hand, he reached up and cupped her jaw, his fingers pressing gently to force her mouth open wide, shaping her lips into a perfect, wet circle. Without hesitation, he guided his manhood—still large, heavy, warm, and semi-hard from earlier—right into that waiting cavity. He pushed forward, burying his shaft deep inside her soft, warm mouth, the head pressing past her tongue and resting heavily against the back of her throat, filling her completely even in this state. At the same time, his other arm slipped underneath her arm and around her chest, wrapping around her front to claim her breast. His large hand engulfed the soft, heavy mound of flesh, squeezing, kneading, and rolling it firmly, while his fingers sought out her sensitive, swollen nipple—pinching it, twisting it, and pulling at it rhythmically, keeping her body buzzing with faint, lingering sensations even as exhaustion pulled her down.

Holding her this way, filled and embraced completely, Jun Hao lowered his head close to her ear, his voice deep, soft, and rumbling gently against her skin. "Why don’t we just sleep for a while...? You must be absolutely exhausted, aren’t you?" he whispered, his tone warm and caring despite the possessive way he held her.

Wan Yu, trapped in his embrace, filled in every way, too tired to even make a sound, responded only with a tiny, slow, weak nod of her head against the cushion. Her eyes fluttered shut, her body melting further into his hold, accepting his warmth and his dominance completely. Safe, full, and utterly satisfied, they both drifted off to sleep, tangled together in the soft warmth of the sofa, completely lost to the world around them.

Time passed, hours slipping by unnoticed while they rested in their deep, peaceful slumber. Eventually, the silence of the room was broken by a sharp, distinct knocking sound against the wooden door.

Knock! Knock!

A muffled voice called out from the hallway outside, sounding polite but slightly hurried. "Excuse me... Jun Hao? Jun Hao? We are going to close up soon... are you not finished yet in there?"

The voice cut through the haze of sleep, reaching their ears. Both Jun Hao and Wan Yu stirred, waking up slowly, groggily. Awareness returned to them gradually. First, they realized their position—still tightly pressed together, limbs entangled, his body still behind hers, and most importantly, he was still buried deep inside her mouth. Memories of everything that had happened flooded back instantly. The realization hit them both at the exact same moment, and suddenly, they both burst out laughing—soft, breathless, amused laughter filled with disbelief and embarrassment.

"Ha ha... oh my... I can’t believe it..." Jun Hao chuckled, shaking his head as he slowly withdrew himself from her mouth, letting her close her lips again. "I honestly didn’t think... that we would actually fall asleep like that... and for so long too..."

Wan Yu giggled weakly, her voice hoarse and soft, still breathless. "I know... ha ha... it feels like... we really went way too far... completely too far..."

Jun Hao shifted, sitting up and helping her sit up too, supporting her weight because she still swayed unsteadily. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face and kissed her soft cheek affectionately. "Alright then... we better get dressed properly now," he said with a grin. "It seems we really, really... and I mean really... lost track of time completely."

Wan Yu laughed again, covering her mouth with her hand, her face lighting up with amusement. "You can say that again..."

They moved slowly, reaching for their clothes scattered all over the room and getting ready. Usually, Jun Hao would change into his formal, neat attire before stepping out to maintain a professional appearance, but this time, he was in no mood to change fully. He simply put on his standard therapist uniform—the thin, soft, light fabric pants and shirt designed for comfort during sessions. The material was incredibly smooth, soft, and quite thin, almost like silk, and fit him very closely to the body. It was not meant to hide anything, and right now, it certainly did not. Beneath the fabric, the massive, heavy, and still partially erect shape of his manhood was impossible to conceal. It bulged out prominently, a huge, thick, heavy mound hanging low and distinct between his legs, the outline of the shaft and the large head clearly visible, stretching the thin material tight and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. The size and weight of it were undeniable, obvious to anyone who looked.

Even while dressing, Jun Hao never strayed far from her side, helping her button her clothes and fix her hair, treating her with gentle care. While adjusting his own clothes, he raised his voice so the person outside could hear clearly, answering the call.

"Yes! Just a moment please! Fifteen more minutes and I will be out. Just finishing... the final touches and adjustments!" Jun Hao called out smoothly, his tone professional despite the mischief in his eyes.

"Oh... alright then. We will wait a little longer," the voice replied from outside. Then they heard the sound of footsteps moving away down the corridor, fading into the distance.

Once they were ready to leave, Jun Hao turned to Wan Yu, looking her over. She looked beautiful, though her skin still held a faint flush and her eyes still carried that soft, dazed look of someone thoroughly loved and used. She stood, but her legs were clearly still weak, trembling slightly under her weight, completely wobbly and unsteady.

"Okay... we should head out now," Jun Hao said softly. He looked at her closely and asked, "Tell me... did you come here by walking, or did you bring a vehicle?"

"I brought my own private car... it’s parked outside," Wan Yu replied shyly, her voice soft. She immediately stepped closer to him, slipping her arm naturally through his right arm, wrapping her hand around his forearm and clinging tight, pressing her body close to his side. Jun Hao naturally embraced her back, holding her arm securely against his side, guiding her like a perfect partner on a sweet date.

They walked out of the therapy room together, making their way slowly toward the reception area. Wan Yu’s steps were slow, dragging, and incredibly unsteady—her legs were like jelly, completely devoid of strength, shaking violently with every single step. She wasn’t just holding onto Jun Hao out of affection; she was using his strong arm as a necessary lifeline, leaning almost her entire weight on him heavily just to be able to put one foot in front of the other and keep herself upright. Her posture was distinct: body limp, head slightly lolling, face flushed bright red, expression dazed and hazy, her walk wide-legged and awkward, clearly showing she had been stretched and used thoroughly.

As they walked along the corridor and through the main hall, every single staff member and customer—most of whom were already dressed in their coats and bags, ready to go home—stopped what they were doing and turned to stare. They were all struck by the unusual sight. They knew Jun Hao well; he was always composed, always formally dressed, always walking with a steady, calm stride. But today, seeing him in his thin, tight therapist clothes, walking with a woman who was practically being carried by his side, looking completely destroyed and utterly satisfied, raised many eyebrows.

They were curious, wondering what on earth had happened inside for so many hours—from morning until night. But their curiosity instantly turned into shock, wide-eyed awe, and sudden, heated understanding the moment their eyes drifted lower. They saw it clearly: beneath the thin, soft fabric of Jun Hao’s pants, there was a massive, heavy, distinct bulge between his legs. It was huge, thick, and hung low, the shape enormous and impossible to hide, stretching the material tightly, revealing every curve and size of the gigantic manhood resting there. It was so big and heavy that it swayed and bounced slightly with every step he took.

That was when everyone finally understood.

They realized exactly why Wan Yu could not walk properly. They realized exactly why she looked so exhausted, so flushed, so completely broken yet glowing with bliss. They realized exactly what had kept them locked inside for nearly twelve hours. The sheer size visible there told them everything.

As Jun Hao and Wan Yu walked past them, an electrifying sensation swept through the room. Almost involuntarily, almost every woman present—both the customers waiting to leave and the female staff members—felt a sudden, intense heat rush straight to their cores. Just seeing that massive outline, knowing what it could do, imagining the weight and the size, made their breaths catch in their throats. Unconsciously, their hands drifted slightly toward their own lower bodies, pressing lightly against their own private parts, and they realized with a jolt that their own underwear was already soaked completely wet, slick and hot with their own sudden arousal just from witnessing the evidence of Jun Hao’s incredible capability. Whispers broke out, cheeks turned pink, and eyes followed them all the way to the reception desk, filled with envy, admiration, and burning curiosity.

They finally reached the reception desk where Guoying was standing, organizing the last papers and receipts. Guoying looked up as they approached, and at first, his expression was exactly like everyone else’s—filled with surprise, confusion, suspicion, and intense curiosity. He looked at Wan Yu: the way she clung to Jun Hao for dear life, her legs trembling, her face burning red, her eyes glazed over, her body language screaming of overstimulation and exhaustion. He looked at Jun Hao, noticing he wasn’t wearing his usual formal suit but was still in his working attire. Guoying raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk forming on his face as he tried to guess just what kind of intense service had left a customer in such a helpless state.

But then, his gaze naturally dropped lower.

Guoying’s eyes widened instantly, his jaw literally dropping open in pure shock. He stared right at the massive, heavy, undeniable bulge protruding hugely between Jun Hao’s legs, clearly outlined through the thin, soft therapist pants. He saw just how big, how thick, and how heavy the shape was—an enormous, heavy mound that dominated his lower body, swaying slightly as he stood there.

And suddenly, Guoying understood everything perfectly.

The realization hit him hard. "Oh... so that is it..." he thought to himself, stunned. "With something that big... of course she wouldn’t be able to walk. Of course she would be completely exhausted. Of course it would take all day..."

Just looking at the sheer scale of what was hidden under those thin clothes sent a wave of heat straight through Guoying’s own body. He felt a sudden, intense rush of blood, and to his surprise and embarrassment, he felt his own private area instantly become hot, sensitive, and damp, just imagining the weight and the power of it. That was exactly why he couldn’t help but want to tease them relentlessly; the evidence was right there, impossible to deny, and the effect it had was undeniable.

Regaining his composure but still looking completely amazed and amused, Guoying looked from Jun Hao to Wan Yu, noticing how tightly she held onto his arm, how she couldn’t stand straight on her own, and the dreamy, dazed look in her eyes.

"I truly didn’t realize how time flew by..." Jun Hao said casually, shaking his head with an innocent smile, completely aware of the effect his appearance was having on everyone.

Guoying smirked, raising an eyebrow, his expression clearly saying ’I bet you didn’t... and now I know exactly why’. He looked at Wan Yu, then back at Jun Hao, his eyes full of teasing and curiosity. "Oh... it certainly looks like you really had no idea time was passing at all..." Guoying replied, his tone thick with insinuation. Seeing Wan Yu still clinging to Jun Hao’s arm, refusing to let go, looking completely worn out yet incredibly happy, Guoying decided to ask directly, looking straight at Wan Yu. "So... tell me, Miss Wan Yu... were you satisfied with the service you received here today?"

Upon hearing the question, Wan Yu’s face instantly turned bright red, burning right up to the tips of her ears. She was genuinely, deeply embarrassed. She lowered her head shyly, unable to look Guoying in the eye, biting her lip as she tried to hide her flustered expression. But despite her shyness, the truth was written all over her, and everyone already knew anyway. She nodded quickly, her voice small and soft. "Y-yes... I... I am very... very satisfied..."

Jun Hao let out a low, proud chuckle beside her, enjoying her reaction immensely, and enjoying the stunned reactions of everyone around him even more. "Of course she is very satisfied," he said confidently, flashing Guoying a playful wink, his hand casually resting near his hip, accentuating the heavy bulge between his legs even more. "When have I ever failed to deliver the absolute best service to my customers? Isn’t that right, Guoying?"

Guoying just shook his head from side to side, laughing helplessly, still feeling the lingering heat and dampness between his own legs just from looking. "Yeah, yeah... alright... I believe you completely now..." He picked up the bill sheet, his tone becoming a bit more serious but still dripping with teasing. "Anyway... let me calculate the total here. I need to inform you of the service fees." He showed them the number, which was indeed quite large and substantial, reflecting the immense amount of time they had spent inside—from early morning all the way until nightfall.

Wan Yu didn’t even blink or hesitate; she didn’t care about the amount at all. She was more than happy to pay every penny for what she had experienced.

Jun Hao leaned closer to Wan Yu while Guoying was preparing the receipt, whispering low enough for only her to hear, his voice warm and tempting. "Shall I escort you to your car...?"

Wan Yu looked up at him, her eyes soft and shy, nodding slowly, her cheeks still burning hot. "Hmm... yes..." she murmured quietly. She glanced sideways and saw Guoying still watching them with that amazed, curious, and teasing gaze, and she knew exactly what he had seen. Her face turned even redder, she felt so shy and wanted to get out of there quickly.

Jun Hao saw her expression and laughed heartily, absolutely delighted and feeling completely triumphant seeing her so flustered yet so happy, and knowing the impression he had left on everyone present. He turned back to Guoying. "Well then, Guoying, I will just escort our customer out to her car first. Is that alright?"

"Yes, yes! Of course! What wouldn’t be allowed here?" Guoying replied with a grin, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm and awe. "Especially for our special therapist, Jun Hao... who always knows exactly how to satisfy his customers to the absolute limit... and clearly has the equipment to prove it..."

Jun Hao didn’t feel insulted or teased at all; instead, he stood taller, making the heavy bulge in his pants shift and sway prominently, feeling nothing but immense pride and satisfaction in his work and his results. He laughed loudly and confidently, wrapping his arm securely around Wan Yu’s waist again to support her. Together, they walked out of the reception area, stepping out into the cool night air, leaving behind a room full of customers and staff who were still whispering, blushing, and feeling the lingering dampness between their legs, all wondering just what kind of magic—and what kind of size—Jun Hao possessed.