As consciousness slowly and gradually returned to Wan Yu, the first thing that registered in her mind was not pleasure, but a deep, throbbing ache that seemed to radiate from every single inch of her body. Every sensitive spot, every place that had been touched, kissed, bitten, or filled so completely just hours ago, now felt swollen, tender, and painfully alive. Her entire body was racked with a dull, heavy soreness; her muscles ached fiercely, from the tips of her toes all the way up to her shoulders and neck, as if she had endured a long, exhausting journey that had drained every last drop of strength from her being.

She tried to shift her position slightly, wanting to find a more comfortable angle, but she immediately realized just how utterly weak she had become. It felt as though her limbs weighed a thousand pounds each. Her arms and legs felt heavy, leaden, and completely devoid of energy; even the simplest movement, like trying to lift a finger or turn her head, required immense effort and sent fresh waves of dull pain coursing through her. She lay there, completely pinned down not by his weight anymore, but by her own exhaustion and the heavy, lingering soreness that permeated every fiber of her body. Her skin felt hypersensitive, tender to the touch, and everywhere she felt the dull throb of swelling—between her legs, around her entrance, deep inside her core, and even around her mouth and throat, which felt raw, dry, and incredibly parched.

An intense, burning thirst suddenly overwhelmed her, her throat dry and scratchy, feeling as rough as sandpaper, a constant reminder of how many times she had taken him deep inside her mouth and throat throughout the night, stretched beyond her limits, used completely for his pleasure until she could barely breathe or swallow. Her lips were dry and chapped, and all she could think about was water—cool, refreshing water. She gathered every ounce of strength remaining within her, summoning all her will just to move her arm slightly, or to shift her hips, desperate to signal her need.

But that small, clumsy movement was enough.

Jun Hao, who had been sleeping soundly, deeply satisfied and peaceful, stirred immediately. His eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep but instantly clear and alert the moment he realized she was awake and moving. He shifted his weight away from her gently, pulling himself free from the soft, warm embrace of her body, and leaned over her, his face filled with a soft, tender affection, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He lowered his head and pressed a soft, lingering, loving kiss upon her forehead, then her cheeks, and finally her dry, swollen lips, tasting the exhaustion and sweetness that lingered there.

As he pulled back just a little, his eyes searched hers closely, studying her expression, noticing immediately the way her brows were knitted together, the way her eyes darted about weakly, her lips parting as if trying to speak or ask for something, her expression one of longing and need.

"What is it, Wan Yu?" he asked softly, his voice deep, warm, and gentle, filled with concern. "You look as if you are searching for something... as if you need something badly."

She tried to answer, her voice coming out as a hoarse, dry whisper, barely audible, cracking slightly. "I... I am so thirsty... my throat... it hurts... I need... water..."

Jun Hao’s expression softened even further, filled with understanding and a hint of regret, though mixed with that familiar, deep pride. He stroked her hair gently, brushing the damp strands away from her face, his touch incredibly careful and tender, knowing exactly what she had endured and exactly why she felt this way.

"Ah... just lie still and rest," he murmured softly, soothingly, as if calming a child. "Do not try to move or speak too much. I know you are still terribly weak, and I know your whole body must be aching and hurting all over... I am truly sorry, my dear. I cannot help it, nor can I change it... but who told you to have such a perfect body? Who told you to be so beautiful, so giving, and to feel so incredible that I simply could not stop myself? Your body is too perfect... it drives me to take everything from you, again and again. But do not worry... just stay right there, do not move an inch. I understand everything now. I will bring it to you."

With that promise, he pushed himself up completely, standing tall and naked beside the bed, his magnificent, powerful body fully exposed—broad shoulders, strong arms, a solid chest, and his manhood still heavy and thick between his legs, showing no shame, no embarrassment, only the natural confidence of a man who has been fully satisfied. He turned and walked away from her, completely unclothed, moving with steady, powerful strides toward the kitchen, leaving her lying there, completely open, completely spent, and completely marked by him.

He returned only moments later, still stark naked, carrying a glass filled to the brim with cool, clear water. He approached the bed slowly, knelt beside her, and gently lifted her head and shoulders, supporting her weight effortlessly with one strong arm, while bringing the glass to her dry, cracked lips with the other.

"Here... drink slowly," he whispered.

Wan Yu looked up at him with eyes filled with gratitude, her heart swelling with warmth despite the pain and exhaustion. "Thank you... thank you so much," she whispered hoarsely, before parting her lips and drinking eagerly, gulping down the cool, refreshing liquid that instantly soothed her burning throat, wetting the dryness and bringing a little bit of life back into her. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

She drank every drop in the glass, but as soon as it was empty, she looked at him with pleading eyes—one glass was simply not enough to quench the terrible thirst that had built up. Jun Hao noticed immediately; he knew her needs better than she knew them herself. He set the empty glass down, smiled softly at her, and said, "Wait just a moment... I know you need more."

He stood up again and went back out, returning shortly with a large plastic bottle of mineral water he had found in the refrigerator—one of the big, large-sized bottles, full and cold. He brought it over, set it down carefully on the small bedside table that stood right next to the mattress, within easy reach, and refilled her glass once more, letting her drink her fill again. When she had finally had enough, he placed the glass back on the table and left the large bottle standing right there, ensuring she had plenty more within arm’s reach whenever she needed it, before turning away again and walking back toward the kitchen, still completely naked, as if being unclothed was the most natural thing in the world to him.

Wan Yu watched him go, blinking slowly, her mind hazy. He is leaving again... she thought to herself, her eyes drooping shut for a moment. Perhaps... perhaps he is going to take a shower or wash himself now... or perhaps get dressed... She lay there comfortably, feeling a little bit better after the water, though her body still throbbed and ached terribly everywhere. She had no idea what he was actually doing.

What she did not know was that Jun Hao had not gone to clean himself or dress up at all. He had gone to the kitchen specifically to find ingredients. He remembered clearly how raw and painful her throat had sounded, how much she had strained it, how swollen and tender her mouth and tongue must be from taking him in, from the endless deep thrusts into her throat that had happened over and over again through the night. He knew she would not be able to swallow solid food easily, and he knew she needed something warm, soft, easy to eat, and nourishing to give her strength back. He searched through the cupboards and the refrigerator until he found exactly what he needed—rice, broth, some simple ingredients to make a soft, warm porridge.

He spent time there, moving about the kitchen completely unclothed, his strong, naked form moving naturally as he cooked, preparing the meal carefully and attentively, putting all his care and affection into every stir, every step, determined to make something that would be gentle on her body and good for her recovery.

It felt like a little while had passed, and Wan Yu was beginning to wonder when he would return, or if he was coming back soon, when suddenly the door to the room opened again.

Jun Hao walked in, still completely naked, his body bare and proud, but now holding a large tray in both hands. On the tray sat a bowl of warm, steaming porridge, soft and fragrant, along with a spoon and a small napkin.

Wan Yu’s eyes went wide, filled with pure shock and overwhelming emotion. She had expected anything but this. To see this powerful, dominant man, who had taken her so roughly and completely, who had used her body until she collapsed, now standing there naked, carefully carrying a tray of food he had prepared himself just for her... her heart swelled with such immense warmth, tenderness, and gratitude that tears actually pricked at the corners of her eyes. She felt so incredibly touched by this unexpected, deep care and attention.

Jun Hao walked over to the bed, set the tray down gently on the side table, and then sat on the edge of the mattress, looking down at her with that soft, affectionate, proud look in his eyes. He reached out and took her hand in his, bringing it to his chest, pressing it firmly against his strong, beating heart, in a gesture of utmost sincerity and devotion.

"Let me serve you for this time," he said gently, his voice low and sweet, sounding exactly like a devoted servant or a dedicated caretaker, despite his massive size and strength.

He gave her a bright, warm, and incredibly charming smile, radiating happiness and love, completely content in this role, completely happy to spoil and care for the woman who was, and always would be, his ultimate source of bliss and joy.