As Jiang Wen settled onto Jun Hao’s lap, he shifted her body carefully with his strong hands, guiding her hips until she was positioned exactly right—so that her soft, intimate area rested directly above the heavy, throbbing mass of his monstrous erection. His massive, forty-centimeter-long, ten-centimeter-thick manhood lay rigid and burning hot right beneath her, separated only by the thin fabric of her panties and his own skin. He then used his knees and hands to gently but firmly spread her slender legs wide apart, pulling her thighs open until the contact was complete, and the friction between them became impossible to ignore. Now, every small movement, every breath, every beat of his heart sent waves of intense heat and sensation surging straight into her most sensitive spot, making the connection between them feel overwhelming and undeniable.

And truth be told... from the very moment she had been placed in this position, Jiang Wen was already burning with desire. She didn’t understand it, she couldn’t explain it, and she was terrified by it, but her body was betraying her completely. Ever since she had first touched him, ever since that strange, rushing heat had flooded her lower belly earlier, her body had been preparing for this. Her inner thighs were already slick and damp, soaked through with her own uncontrollable arousal, her core throbbing with a deep, empty ache that craved to be filled, her skin hypersensitive and alive. She was wet, hot, and aching, completely horny without even realizing or admitting it to herself, sitting right on top of the source of all these new, terrifying, yet intoxicating feelings.

Jun Hao wrapped his large arms tightly around her small waist and flat stomach, pulling her back firmly against his broad, muscular chest so that not an inch of space remained between them. He held her pinned there, secure and trapped, his embrace heavy and possessive. Then, he slowly lowered his head, bringing his face right next to her ear, his lips brushing against the delicate skin there, sending violent shivers racing down her spine. His hot, heavy breath fanned against her neck as he began to whisper, his voice low, deep, and vibrating with a mix of lust and gentle warning.

"Now... I am going to explain everything to you, Jiang Wen. I am going to show you exactly what it is that makes your mother act the way she does... exactly what it is that makes her so happy, so weak, and so completely mine," Jun Hao murmured softly, his tone hypnotic and serious. "But listen to me very carefully... you must not make a single sound. You must not scream, you must not cry out, and you must not gasp loudly. If you do... things will become very awkward, very strange, and very bad for me... for your mother... and especially for you. Do you understand? We are quiet... because she is sleeping just one floor above us."

He paused, his grip tightening slightly on her stomach, emphasizing his point.

"Tell me... do you really want to be the one who disappoints her? Do you want to be the reason she wakes up sad, or angry, or hurt? Do you want to ruin her happiness just because you couldn’t stay quiet?"

Jiang Wen’s heart hammered wildly in her chest. The thought of disappointing her mother, or causing trouble for her, was unbearable. Even though her mind was clouded and her body was burning with confusing need, her loyalty and love for her mother remained strong. She shook her head frantically, over and over again, her shoulders trembling, silently screaming No! No, I don’t want that!

Jun Hao felt her movement and chuckled softly right against her ear, a sound filled with satisfaction and triumph.

"Hah... good girl. Such a good, obedient girl," he praised warmly, his voice dripping with affection that felt strangely dangerous. "I really didn’t expect this... I didn’t expect that you would be such a thoughtful, considerate child. You really care about your mother’s happiness, don’t you? That is wonderful. That makes me like you even more."

Without warning, his right hand slipped swiftly downward, sliding underneath the hem of her skirt, gliding past her soft thigh, and pushing boldly past the elastic waistband of her panties. His large, rough fingers delved straight into her most private place, and the moment he touched her, a low, satisfied hum vibrated in his chest. He found exactly what he had suspected: her folds were already slippery, warm, and completely soaked through with her own natural juices, evidence of the intense heat and desire she had been hiding all this time.

"So wet... just like I knew you would be," Jun Hao whispered huskily, his fingers immediately beginning to move. He rubbed and circled her sensitive bud, spreading her own wetness all around, stroking and caressing the soft, delicate flesh with slow, deliberate, and incredibly skilled movements.

"Aah—! N-no... don’t... please..." Jiang Wen gasped sharply, her body jerking violently in his grip, her eyes flying wide open in pure shock and surprise. A wave of intense, unfamiliar sensation hit her like a bolt of lightning, making her hips instinctively try to twist away from his invading hand. She brought her own hands down, grabbing his thick wrist, trying to push him away, struggling weakly against his strength. "S-stop... this is wrong... you... you can’t..."

But at the exact same moment his hand found her wetness below, his other hand moved up from her waist, traveling over her ribs, and came to rest heavily upon her chest. He closed his large palm over her breast—surprisingly large, full, and soft for her age, perfectly formed just like her mother’s—and began to squeeze, knead, and roll the soft flesh rhythmically right through her thin clothing. He weighed it, fondled it, and pinched the sensitive peak through the fabric, sending another completely different wave of electric sensation shooting straight to her core.

"It feels wrong, doesn’t it?" Jun Hao teased softly right in her ear, ignoring her weak resistance completely, his fingers working faster and more firmly between her legs, rubbing harder against the sensitive spot that made her see stars. "Your mind says it is wrong... that it is bad... that I shouldn’t be touching you like this. But look at your body... look at how wet you are. Look at how your hips are moving... pushing back against my hand... begging for more."

Jiang Wen was in turmoil. Her hands pushed at his wrist, her body twisted and turned, she whimpered softly and tried to pull away, putting up a genuine, desperate struggle because every logical part of her brain screamed that this was forbidden, that this was wrong, that this man belonged to her mother. This is bad... this is a sin... I shouldn’t like this... I have to stop him... her mind shouted frantically.

But her body was betraying her completely. The friction of his fingers, the warmth of his hand, the way he touched her with such practiced skill... it felt incredible. It felt unlike anything she had ever imagined. The strange, sweet ache she had felt earlier suddenly exploded, turning into a rushing, building pressure that coiled tight in the pit of her stomach. Her struggles grew weaker and weaker, her hands loosening their grip, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her head falling back against his shoulder as her eyes rolled upward.

It feels... it feels so strange... she thought dizzily, her mind starting to blur. It feels wrong... it feels dirty... but... but why... why does it feel so good? Why do I want him to keep going? Why do I want more? This is bad... this is wrong... but it feels... amazing...

The conflicting thoughts raced through her head, a constant denial battling against the overwhelming pleasure. She wanted to hate it, she wanted to hate him, she wanted to stop it... but she couldn’t. She couldn’t deny the sensation that was building faster and faster, climbing higher and higher, until suddenly, with a sharp intake of breath and her whole body stiffening rigid against him, the pressure finally snapped.

"Ahh... ah... haa..."

Jiang Wen didn’t scream, she didn’t cry out, she barely even made a sound. She simply went completely still, her body arching backward, her toes curling tight, her fingers digging helplessly into his arms as the first, most powerful orgasm of her life crashed over her, washing through her entire body in waves of blinding, shaking ecstasy. Her inner muscles clenched and pulsed wildly around nothing, her hips jerked forward involuntarily, grinding hard against his hand and against the massive hardness beneath her, riding out the intense pleasure that she knew she shouldn’t be feeling.

She remained silent, biting her lip so hard she almost drew blood, trembling violently in his arms as the aftershocks rippled through her. Even as the pleasure left her breathless and weak, her mind immediately tried to shield itself, refusing to accept what had just happened.

I... I didn’t like it... she told herself frantically, her face burning hot with shame and confusion. It was... it was just strange... that’s all... it’s wrong... it’s bad... I shouldn’t feel this... Mother... oh God, Mother is just upstairs...

Jun Hao felt every spasm of her body, felt the way she clamped down, felt the sudden gush of heat and wetness that coated his fingers, and he smiled wickedly against her neck. He slowed his movements but did not stop, continuing to rub her sensitive, overstimulated flesh gently, knowing exactly what she had just experienced and knowing exactly what was happening inside her mind. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"See?" he whispered softly, his voice dripping with victory and dark amusement. "You try to tell yourself it is wrong... you try to tell yourself you don’t like it... but your body tells me everything. Your body knows the truth, Jiang Wen... and the truth is... you are exactly like your mother. You love this just as much as she does."