As Jiang Wen’s hands wrapped around it, a sudden, rushing heat flooded deep within her lower belly and spread warm and heavy all the way down to her inner thighs, while a soft, steady throbbing started beating hard between her legs—sharp, strange, and overwhelming in a way she had never felt before. Her skin grew incredibly sensitive everywhere, every nerve alive and tingling as her fingers moved gently, sending shivers and flutters racing through her body that felt like a deep, pleasant ache or a full, restless pressure she could not name or explain. She felt a confusing, sweet longing building up inside her, a soft, buzzing energy that made her breath catch and her heart beat faster, leaving her with this intense, unfamiliar sensation that felt like a quiet, urgent need she did not understand, yet that made her feel so deeply alive, warm, and strangely full in a way she had never once imagined possible.

Jun Hao watched her closely, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he felt the way her touch changed—growing less hesitant, more fluid, responding naturally to the massive heat and hardness beneath her palms. Slowly, he guided her, stepping forward while pulling her gently along with him, until they reached the edge of her soft bed. He sat down comfortably right there on the edge, spreading his powerful legs wide, and pulled her closer so she stood right between his knees. And through all this movement, Jiang Wen did not stop for even a second; her hands continued to slide up and down that terrifying, enormous length—forty centimeters long, ten centimeters thick—rubbing, caressing, and stroking him rhythmically, completely unaware of her own actions, lost entirely in the haze of sensation clouding her mind.

Jun Hao reached up with both hands, his large, warm palms cupping her small, delicate cheeks firmly but gently. He tilted her face upward, forcing her to look straight into his dark, mesmerizing eyes, breaking through the fog just enough so she could hear him clearly.

"Let me explain everything properly to you, Jiang Wen... so you understand exactly what is happening, and exactly who I am to your mother," Jun Hao began, his voice low, calm, and persuasive, sounding so reasonable and honest. "Actually... I work as a professional massage therapist. That is my job. And your mother... she came to the place where I work as a customer, a client who needed treatment. And purely by chance... or perhaps you could call it fate, or a miracle, or whatever you wish to name it... your mother chose me to be her therapist."

He paused, his thumbs stroking softly over her smooth skin, holding her gaze captive.

"And because of that choice... one thing led to another, and eventually... your mother and I ended up making love. You know what sex is, don’t you, Jiang Wen?" he asked softly, his tone casual yet heavy with meaning. "You are at that age where you have probably heard the word... but I am sure you only know the name, not what it truly feels like or what truly happens between a man and a woman. Am I right?"

Jiang Wen stood there, her eyes wide and glazed, her mind still half-empty and drifting. Hearing his question, without even thinking, without realizing what she was doing, she nodded her head slowly in agreement.

Jun Hao smiled knowingly. "I thought so. Well... forget about that part for a moment. Let me tell you what happened after we were together. After we made love the first time... your mother was completely exhausted. Her body was drained, soft, and weak from pleasure. That is why I escorted her out to the parking lot where she had left her car. But then... right there, beside her vehicle... we couldn’t help ourselves, and we made love again, even more intensely than before."

His voice dropped lower, vibrating with memory and lust. "When we finished that time, she was in such a state... she was trembling, her legs could barely hold her weight, she was so weak and satisfied that it was absolutely impossible for her to drive a car or even walk home safely. Seeing her like that, of course I offered to help. I offered to drive her car myself and bring her back here, to this house, to make sure she got home safe and sound."

He leaned a little closer, his eyes sparkling as he delivered the final part of his story.

"And once we arrived here, inside this house... the attraction was even stronger. We couldn’t stay away from each other. We made love yet again... right here in her home... until she was truly, completely spent. She collapsed, falling into that deep, heavy sleep you saw... unable to move even a finger, totally relaxed and happy. And after that... to help her recover, to soothe her tired muscles, I gave her a full body massage. That... is exactly what you saw through that slightly open door earlier. Just me... taking care of her, just as a partner should. It is actually very simple, isn’t it? There is nothing strange or wrong about it at all."

He finished his explanation, looking at her expectantly, waiting for a reaction. But Jiang Wen remained standing there, her expression blank, her eyes unfocused, her mind still drifting aimlessly, as if she hadn’t really processed a single word he said. She was still trapped in that daze, her body reacting far more strongly than her mind could keep up with.

"Hei! Hey! Jiang Wen! Snap out of it!" Jun Hao called out, shaking her face gently between his hands to wake her up properly. "Hey! Are you listening to me? Do you understand now? Do you get it?"

The sudden call and the gentle shake finally pierced through the fog in her brain. Jiang Wen blinked rapidly, her eyes focusing sharply on his face. Reality rushed back in an instant, and with it came a wave of pure panic and overwhelming embarrassment. Her face turned bright red, burning hot from her neck all the way up to her ears. She realized where she was, who she was with, and the situation she was in. Fear and shame took over—she wanted to run, to escape, to get far away from here. She tried to pull back, twisting her body, stepping back frantically, desperate to get away from him.

But Jun Hao held her firmly in place, his grip on her cheeks tightening just enough to stop her, keeping her right in front of him. She couldn’t move away. And in that moment of struggling, her eyes darted downward instinctively... and she finally, truly saw what her hands were doing.

Her small, soft hands were still wrapped tightly around Jun Hao’s massive, throbbing erection, moving up and down continuously, rhythmically pumping that huge, impossible length, smearing the slippery, warm fluid all over her skin. She had been doing this this entire time, completely without her own knowledge or will.

"Ah—!!!"

A scream rose up from her throat, loud and sharp, her eyes bulging in horror and shock. But before the sound could even leave her mouth, Jun Hao moved with lightning speed. He released one hand from her cheek and slammed his large palm firmly over her mouth, muffling the cry instantly, pressing hard against her soft lips.

"Shhh! Quiet! What did I just tell you?" Jun Hao whispered fiercely, his eyes narrowing with a warning glare. "I told you... your mother is resting soundly upstairs, on the third floor, right above us. Do you want to scream and wake her up? Do you really want her to walk down here and see exactly how you are touching me? Do you want her to open this door and see us in this position, with your hands wrapped around this... pumping me like this? Is that what you want?"

Jiang Wen froze completely. Her eyes filled with tears of panic and shame. She shook her head frantically, over and over again, desperately denying it. No! No! I don’t want that! Don’t let her see! She is just above us!

Jun Hao slowly removed his hand from her mouth, satisfied she would stay quiet.

"Good. That’s a good girl. You finally understand," he said softly, his tone turning warm and praising again instantly. "Come here... closer to me."

He opened his arms wide and pulled her forward strongly, wrapping his large arms around her small body in a tight, possessive embrace. Since he was sitting on the edge of the bed, he positioned her body so that her back pressed perfectly against his broad, muscular chest. He shifted her weight easily, lifting her slight frame effortlessly, and guided her until she was sitting securely right on his lap, straddling his powerful thighs, facing forward in the same direction he was facing.

He spread her legs wide open with his own knees, forcing her soft, young thighs apart, exposing everything hidden beneath her skirt. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, holding her pinned securely against him, making sure she could not move or escape even an inch.

And there, right between her spread legs, resting heavily and throbbing wildly against the soft, sensitive warmth of her inner thighs... lay his monstrous, massive manhood—hot, rigid, impossibly huge, and ready for everything that was about to happen next. Jiang Wen sat there, trapped, surrounded by his scent, his heat, and his strength, her mind spinning once again, realizing she was completely at his mercy, exactly where he wanted her, while her mother slept peacefully just one floor above, completely unaware of what was happening right under her roof.