Chapter 125: Chapter 102: DEVOTED SERVICE — TENDING TO HIS SOURCE OF JOY

Once the last spoonful of warm, soft porridge had been gently fed to her, Jun Hao carefully set the bowl and spoon back onto the tray. With slow, deliberate movements, he lifted the tray from the bedside table, making sure nothing spilled or clattered, and carried it out of the room to put everything away neatly in the kitchen, leaving no trace of their meal behind. He moved with quiet efficiency, still completely naked, his powerful form moving naturally and comfortably as if there was nothing unusual about serving her this way.

A short while later, he returned to the bedroom, stepping softly back to the bedside where Wan Yu still lay, weak and spent, her body still throbbing with deep soreness and heavy exhaustion. He sat down on the edge of the mattress beside her, looking down at her with that same tender, affectionate gaze, his eyes filled with care and attention. He leaned slightly closer, his voice low, soft, and gentle, asking her carefully.

"Do you happen to have any therapeutic oil here? Something for massage or healing?"

Wan Yu looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and confusion, wondering what he could possibly need that for. She nodded weakly, however, and with a trembling hand, she slowly pointed toward the cabinet in the corner of the room, indicating exactly where she kept it. He stood up, walked over, opened the cabinet, and found the bottle easily, bringing it back with him to the bed.

But he did not stop there. Holding the bottle in one hand, he looked at her again and asked another question, his tone calm and matter-of-fact.

"And... do you also have any room spray or essence here? Something used for aromatherapy?"

Wan Yu grew even more confused now, her brows knitting together slightly in bewilderment. What is he planning to do? she thought to herself, utterly puzzled by his requests. Nevertheless, she trusted him completely, and once again, she weakly pointed out the place where she kept those items too, near the dressing table.

Jun Hao walked over there, found the bottle of aromatic spray, and returned to the center of the room. Right before Wan Yu’s eyes, still watching him with a look of pure astonishment and curiosity, he began to spray the fragrance gently into the air, filling the room with a soft, calming, soothing scent that immediately began to relax the atmosphere around them. After that, he reached for his phone, opened it, and within moments, soft, slow, and deeply relaxing instrumental music began to play quietly in the background, flowing gently through the room.

He sat back down beside her, opened the bottle of therapeutic oil, and poured a generous amount into the palms of his hands, rubbing his hands together vigorously to warm the oil and spread it evenly over his skin.

Seeing him doing all this, seeing how serious and prepared he was acting, Wan Yu finally couldn’t hold it back anymore. A small, amused smile formed on her lips despite her soreness, and she spoke up softly, her voice still hoarse but filled with warmth and amusement, teasing him playfully.

"You treat this place like a massage parlor, don’t you? Setting the mood, using oils, spraying scents... Are you really a professional therapist or something?"

Jun Hao looked up at her, a confident, charming grin spreading across his face as he continued to warm his hands. He met her gaze directly, his eyes sparkling with playful determination mixed with deep affection.

"Right now, in front of me lies a patient whose entire body is aching and exhausted from head to toe. And I? I happen to be a very skilled therapist. So what else am I supposed to do?"

Wan Yu let out a soft, breathless laugh, her face flushing slightly as she looked away, pretending to sulk and grumble in a cute, complaining tone, though her eyes were shining with happiness.

"Hmph... just tell me... whose fault do you think this really is? Look at me... my whole body feels like it’s falling apart, everything hurts, I can’t even move properly... who else could have done this to me if not you?"

Jun Hao chuckled softly, his laughter deep and warm, understanding perfectly that she was just playfully blaming him while actually enjoying his care. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a tender whisper, though his words held a heavy truth.

"Fair point. It is entirely my fault, I admit it. But isn’t that exactly why I am doing this now? So let your expert therapist take responsibility for it. I caused this exhaustion, and I will be the one to fix it. Just trust me."

He gestured gently for her to move. "Come now... turn over and lie on your stomach. Relax completely, leave everything to me."

Wan Yu obeyed him silently. Summoning the last bit of strength she had, she slowly and carefully turned her body over, lying flat on her stomach against the soft mattress, burying her face comfortably into the pillow, her body completely exposed and naked before him, every inch of her skin open and accessible. Her limbs felt heavy and loose, her muscles completely limp, utterly surrendered to his care.

Jun Hao reached out and gently pulled the thin sheet and blanket completely away from her body, tossing it aside so that nothing covered her. He wanted full access, he wanted to touch every single aching part of her. He positioned himself comfortably on the side of the bed, kneeling beside her, his large, powerful naked body looming over her small, spent form.

And then, he began.

Jun Hao massaged her with an incredible level of thoroughness, precision, and focus, exactly like a true professional therapist. His large, strong hands, which just hours ago had gripped her with fierce passion and power, now moved with surprising gentleness, skill, and sensitivity. He applied the perfect amount of pressure—firm enough to work deep into the muscles and nerves, yet soft enough not to cause her pain or discomfort.

He started from the very top of her shoulders, where the tension had gathered the most. His fingers dug deep into the tight knots, kneading, pressing, and rubbing in smooth, rhythmic circular motions, working methodically to release every bit of stiffness. He moved slowly down along her spine, tracing the length of her back with firm, gliding strokes, his palms spreading the warm oil over her skin, soothing the soreness that lingered there. He paid attention to every single nerve point, every tight muscle, every aching spot, his focus absolute, his attention entirely on her body and her reactions.

He moved lower, working carefully on her waist, her hips, and her thighs—areas that had endured the most strain and stretching throughout the night. He knew exactly how swollen and tender she was between her legs, how raw and sensitive the skin was, how deeply her inner muscles had been worked and used. He avoided direct touch in those most intimate places for now, instead focusing on the surrounding areas, the long muscles of her legs, the tendons behind her knees, her calves, and her feet, using his strong thumbs to press and soothe, sending waves of relaxation creeping slowly upward through her entire body.

For nearly an hour, he worked continuously, never rushing, never tiring, completely absorbed in his task. The soft music played on, the calming scent filled the air, and the warm oil made his hands glide smoothly over her skin. Under his skilled touch, the tension slowly melted away from Wan Yu’s body. The heavy ache began to fade, the throbbing soreness dulled into a soft, pleasant sensation, and her heavy limbs felt lighter, more comfortable, and incredibly relaxed. Lying there, enveloped in warmth, safety, and his careful, loving touch, Wan Yu’s eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Her breathing slowed down, becoming deep, steady, and rhythmic. The feeling of complete safety and care washed over her, and before she even realized it, her mind drifted away, and she fell into a deep, peaceful, and restful sleep, completely unaware of anything else around her.

However, what neither Jun Hao, who was still concentrating deeply on his work, nor Wan Yu, who was now fast asleep, realized was that the door to the bedroom had been left slightly ajar. A small gap remained, and from that narrow opening, a pair of wide, curious eyes was watching everything happening inside the room.

Those eyes belonged to Jiang Wen, Wan Yu’s daughter.

Jiang Wen had just arrived home. She had come straight from school or from visiting a friend, walking through the front door, intending to go immediately to her mother’s room to call her, to tell her she was back. But as she walked further inside, she suddenly stopped in her tracks, her head tilting in confusion.

By the entrance, placed neatly near the wall, was a pair of slippers that she definitely did not recognize. They were large, masculine, sturdy slippers, completely foreign to her. Her brows furrowed in confusion. She walked further into the living area, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw something else. Draped casually over the sofa were clothes—men’s clothes. A large shirt, trousers, and undergarments, all clearly belonging to a man.

This is strange... she thought, her heart beginning to beat faster with confusion and unease. We live alone here. It has always only been just Mother and me. There are no men here... no men ever come here. Whose are these things? Did Mother have a guest? A man?

Curiosity mixed with a rising sense of anxiety took hold of her. She wanted to know who was here, but she felt hesitant and strange about calling out loudly. Instead, she walked quietly, silently, through the house, moving on the tips of her toes, making absolutely no sound as she approached her mother’s bedroom door.

She reached the door and raised her hand, ready to knock and call out for her mother. But just as her knuckles were about to touch the wood, she paused. From inside the room, she heard voices—low, soft voices. One voice was unmistakably her mother’s, but the other... was deep, resonant, and masculine. A man’s voice.

Her eyes went wide with shock. There really is a man in there!

Unable to contain her curiosity and worry anymore, she very slowly, very carefully, pushed the door open just a tiny bit wider, peering through the narrow gap to see what was happening inside.

And what she saw made her freeze instantly in place, her mouth falling open in pure shock, her eyes bulging out of her head, her breath catching painfully in her throat, completely unable to speak or make a single sound.

Right there, in the middle of the room, on the large bed, was a sight she had never imagined, never expected, and certainly never wanted to see.

She saw a man—a tall, massive, incredibly well-built man—completely naked from head to toe. He was kneeling on the bed, his powerful back and broad shoulders facing the door, his skin glistening faintly under the soft light. He was leaning over her mother, his large hands moving rhythmically over her mother’s body. And her mother... Wan Yu... was lying completely naked on her stomach, fully exposed, her body relaxed and limp, looking so peaceful, so comfortable, and so completely at ease under the man’s touch.

They are both naked... completely naked... Jiang Wen thought frantically, her mind reeling in disbelief and shock. Mother is naked... and this stranger is naked too... touching her all over...

But then, her eyes drifted downward, drawn inevitably to the center of the man’s body, to the space between his powerful legs, hanging heavily and openly in full view.

And what she saw there terrified and stunned her more than anything else.

Hanging between his legs was something enormous, something monstrous in size. It was Jun Hao’s manhood—thick, heavy, incredibly long, and large beyond belief, even when relaxed and soft. It hung down massively, swaying slightly as he moved, looking like a thick, heavy club, a terrifying, huge organ that looked far too big, far too large, and far too frightening to be real. Jiang Wen stared at it, her mind unable to comprehend the sheer scale of it. How... how can something that big even exist? She thought, her face turning pale. It looks like a monster... it’s huge... massive...

The sight of that terrifyingly large organ, swinging heavily right there in front of her eyes, combined with the knowledge that this naked man was touching her naked mother intimately, completely overwhelmed her. The shock was too great, the scene too much for a young girl to process.

She quickly, silently pulled her head back, closing the door softly and tightly again, ensuring no sound was made. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, her legs trembling uncontrollably, feeling weak and rubbery. She didn’t dare stay there another second.

Turning around as quietly as she had come, Jiang Wen rushed back through the house, slipping out the front door without making a sound. She ran quickly away from the house, hurrying back out to the street, deciding instantly to go back to her friend’s place again, unable and unwilling to return or face what she had just seen.

Inside the room, Jun Hao continued his work, still deeply focused, and Wan Yu slept soundly, completely unaware that their secret, intimate moment had just been witnessed, and that their quiet, peaceful life had just been seen through eyes that were never meant to see it.