The lingering aftershocks of her very first orgasm still rippled through Jiang Wen’s entire body, leaving her legs weak, her breath coming in soft, shallow gasps, and her skin flushed with a burning, feverish heat. Although deep inside her mind, a small voice continued to scream that this was wrong, that she was committing a terrible sin, her young body seemed to have forgotten everything else. It had already surrendered completely, craving nothing more than further touch and sensation from the man holding her. Jun Hao could feel how pliant she had become, how perfectly her body pressed back against his, and how warm, thick fluids continued to flow, soaking his fingers which still moved slowly and deliberately beneath her panties.

Without a word, Jun Hao wrapped his powerful arms under her back and behind her knees. With effortless strength, as if lifting a weightless child, he lifted her entire small form right off his lap. Taken by surprise, Jiang Wen instinctively wrapped her arms tightly around his neck to hold on, her heart pounding wildly at the sensation of being carried like this, and feeling that massive, rigid manhood still pressing and rubbing heavily between her thighs as he moved. Jun Hao walked a few steps toward the center of the bed, and then, gently yet firmly, he laid her body down until she was lying flat on her back upon the soft, clean mattress.

There, spread out upon the bed, Jiang Wen looked even smaller and more innocent. Her beautiful, shoulder-length hair fanned out perfectly across the pillow; her chest—surprisingly full and large for her age—rose and fell rapidly with her chaotic breathing; and her flawless, pale skin glowed brightly under the room’s light. Jun Hao stood for a moment, gazing down at her with eyes dark and deep with desire, before his hands began to move, undoing the buttons of her blouse one by one.

"W-wait... what are you doing? Don’t... don’t look at me..." Jiang Wen gasped in shock, her hands instinctively pressing against her chest and lower body in a weak attempt to cover herself, her face flushing deep red with overwhelming shame. She squirmed feebly, trying to push his hands away. "Don’t open this... please... this is wrong... Mother... Mother is upstairs..."

Jun Hao’s movements did not stop; if anything, they became more resolute yet still controlled. He lowered his face slightly, locking his gaze directly onto hers, his voice dropping to a low whisper that carried the most effective, subtle threat of all.

"Your mother... yes, your mother is sleeping soundly on the third floor, just above us. You wouldn’t want her to wake up and come here, would you? You wouldn’t want her to find out that you are struggling and shouting at me inside this locked room? You told me you are a good girl, right? A good daughter who never wants to disappoint or sadden her mother. If you keep fighting and making noise... how do you think she would react if she found out her only precious daughter is so unruly and ungrateful?"

Those words struck right through her last defenses. The thought of disappointing her mother terrified her far more than her own embarrassment. Her resistance faded instantly. Her hands, which had been pushing against his chest, slowly fell to her sides, gripping the bedsheets in a stiff, trembling hold. Her eyes welled up with tears, her lips quivering as she fought back sobs, but she did not move again. She surrendered, allowing his hands to continue removing every layer of clothing covering her body, until finally, everything was tossed onto the floor, leaving her young, flawless, and perfectly shaped body exposed completely before his eyes.

Jun Hao did not stop there. With calm and swift movements, he proceeded to remove every piece of his own clothing, stripping himself completely naked. His massive, muscular, and powerful physique stood revealed in all its glory. And between his legs, that monstrous organ—forty centimeters in length, ten centimeters in thickness, rock hard, lined with thick, corded veins, and deep reddish-purple in color—stood tall, throbbing heavily and demanding full attention.

He moved closer to the edge of the bed, looking down at Jiang Wen’s naked body from head to toe with a gaze that was greedy, lustful, and utterly depraved. A wide smile spread across his face—the grin of a man who was truly shameless and lecherous to the core—yet it froze Jiang Wen in place, caught between terror and a strange, burning curiosity.

"You know, Jiang Wen..." Jun Hao began, his voice deep, rough, and vibrating with uncontained passion. "I have already spoken quite a lot to you until now. I have explained exactly who I am, what my relationship with your mother is, and exactly what has been happening."

He crouched down slightly, bringing his face level with her lower body, his eyes fixed unwaveringly between her legs with a look of pure hunger.

"And right now... my throat feels incredibly dry. I am so thirsty... I really need to drink," he murmured softly yet intensely, running his thick, long tongue slowly over his dry lips as his lecherous smile widened even further. "And it just so happens... that you possess exactly what I need to quench my thirst."

Without waiting for any reply, Jun Hao’s large hands moved downward, gripping her slender thighs, and slowly but firmly, he pulled and spread her legs wide apart, forcing her to display the most hidden, private part of her body completely open to his view.

The moment the view was fully revealed before his eyes, Jun Hao’s breath seemed to catch in his throat. His eyes widened, staring in utter awe and amazement. There, laid out beautifully before him, was a tiny paradise that remained utterly pure and untouched. Her delicate folds were still small, neat, clean, and tinted with a beautiful, soft shade of pink—just like flower petals newly bloomed. Although already soaked and glistening with the juices of her pleasure, pulsing softly in rhythm with her heartbeat, and slick with evidence of her desire, that small opening remained tightly closed, intact, whole, and untouched by anyone. The natural beauty of it was so perfect that Jun Hao swallowed hard repeatedly, letting out sounds of genuine admiration and wonder over and over again.

"Truly... truly beautiful is what you have here, Jiang Wen..." Jun Hao muttered in a voice hoarse and trembling with awe and lust. "More beautiful and more pure than I ever imagined. This pink color... this shape, so small and tight... absolutely perfect."

Hearing his praise and seeing how intensely his eyes were fixed on her most private place, overwhelming shame washed over Jiang Wen once more. She instinctively tried to squeeze her legs shut again, bringing her hands down to cover herself and hide that intimate spot from his gaze. "D-don’t look... please cover it... I’m so ashamed..." she whimpered softly, burying her face deep into the pillow.

But Jun Hao’s large hands moved faster. He caught both of her wrists, holding them firmly in his own grasp and pinning them down beside her hips so she could not move even an inch. He ensured that her delicate, feminine core remained wide open and fully exposed right before his face.

"Do not hide this beauty from me... let me enjoy it to my heart’s content," he whispered, his voice dripping with dark desire.

Slowly, he lowered his entire body, bringing his face down until it was perfectly level with her groin, until his nose almost touched the soft skin that carried her unique, sweet scent. His hot breath fanned against her sensitive flesh, making her shiver violently. And in the next second, without any further warning, Jun Hao buried his face downward and devoured her womanhood completely with wild, hungry, and desperate passion, as if it were cold water in a scorching desert that he had been searching for endlessly. His thick, rough tongue swept broadly from bottom to top, spreading her wetness everywhere, and sucking every inch of that small, sensitive flesh with a strength that made Jiang Wen gasp sharply yet silently, trapped between exploding pleasure and the deepest, most burning shame she had ever known.