Yan Jingshu, completely consumed by her raging lust and desire, had lost all sense of reason and propriety. She acted like someone in a trance, guided only by the overwhelming heat burning inside her. Her hands moved with increasing boldness, rubbing, stroking, and kneading the massive, hard bulge between Jun Hao’s legs through the tight fabric of his trousers. She marveled at the size and firmness she felt beneath her palms, growing bolder and more eager with every passing second.

At the same time, her face remained pressed close to his groin. She breathed in deeply, inhaling his scent over and over—an intoxicating mix of male musk and the warm aroma of massage oil that drove her wild. Her nose nuzzled and rubbed against the hard shape, while her lips and mouth kissed, caressed, and pressed fervently against the fabric covering his manhood, as if worshipping the source of her pleasure.

Just as she was becoming more and more daring, her hands moving faster and more aggressively, Jun Hao suddenly stopped his movements entirely. He pulled his hands away from her body, then leaned down closer to her ear and spoke in a tone that sounded completely playful, teasing, and full of mischief, as if he were enjoying this game immensely.

"Hey... wait a minute... what exactly are you doing, hmm?" Jun Hao said, his voice light, amused, and dripping with seduction, sounding like he was playfully scolding a naughty child. "My... my... your actions... the way you are touching and rubbing me like that so shamelessly... it’s making it very difficult for me to focus and give you a proper massage, you know? How can I concentrate when you’re doing such naughty things to me like this? I really can’t work properly like this... you are distracting me too much, Miss Yan."

Hearing his voice and his words—said not in anger, but in that soft, teasing, and playful tone—Yan Jingshu froze instantly. It was like waking up from a deep, hot dream. The fog of lust cleared just enough for her to realize exactly what she had been doing. Her eyes widened in shock and embarrassment as she looked down at her own hands, which were still resting intimately over his most private part, and then at the way her face had been pressed right against him, kissing and sniffing him like a desperate woman.

Reality hit her hard. She realized she had been shamelessly touching, rubbing, and kissing him, completely forgetting who she was, her dignity, and her status as a powerful woman. The shame that she had buried deep down came rushing back all at once, hitting her harder than anything before.

Her face turned a deep, burning red, the color spreading instantly from her cheeks, all the way to her ears, and down to her neck. She felt so embarrassed, so ashamed, and so humiliated that she wanted to disappear right then and there. She couldn’t utter a single word to explain herself or apologize; her mouth opened and closed but no sound came out. She was completely lost for words, overwhelmed by the intensity of her own shame.

Without saying a thing, she quickly pulled her hands away as if she had been burned, and immediately buried her face deep into the mattress and pillows, pressing herself flat against the bed, trying to hide her flushed face, her expression, and her entire being from his sight. She wanted to vanish, wishing she had never been so bold.

Jun Hao looked down at her, seeing how she had curled up and hidden herself away, trembling slightly from embarrassment. But instead of letting her stay that way or comforting her in a normal way, a wicked, lecherous grin spread across his face. Seeing her so shy and embarrassed only made him want to tease her and push her further into this world of pleasure even more. He loved seeing this dignified woman turn into a flustered, blushing mess because of him.

He slowly stood up from his kneeling position, towering over the bed. Right there, standing in front of her, he reached down with both hands to the waistband of his trousers, completely unconcerned and bold. With slow, deliberate movements, he unbuttoned and unzipped them completely. He pulled the fabric down just enough to free his heavy, throbbing manhood from its confinement, letting the trousers hang loosely around his hips.

As it was released, his manhood sprang out proudly, standing tall and rigid, pointing upwards, completely hard and unrestrained. It was massive, thick, and long, with prominent blue veins winding all over its length, pulsing visibly with every beat of his heart. It was a terrifying yet magnificent sight, oozing pure virility and heat.

After freeing himself, Jun Hao didn’t move away. He lowered his body again, shifting back down until he was kneeling exactly in the same spot as before—right in front of her head.

Now, however, things were completely different. As he settled back onto his knees, his heavy, hot, throbbing manhood hung freely between his legs, swinging slightly. Because of their positions, the large, reddish head and the thick shaft of his organ came into direct, skin-to-skin contact, sliding smoothly right against her ear, her flushed cheek, and the incredibly sensitive skin of her neck. It was hot, hard, heavy, and pulsating rhythmically right against the most sensitive parts of her head and face, radiating an intense heat that was impossible to ignore.

Yan Jingshu felt the sudden movement and the drastic change in sensation instantly. The heat was different, the texture was different, and the sheer size and hardness pressing against her skin were undeniable. Even though she was still drowning in embarrassment and shame, her curiosity and her body’s primal instinct took over.

Slowly, trembling slightly, she lifted her head again and turned her face slightly to look. What she saw made her eyes widen in absolute shock and disbelief.

Right there, hovering only inches from her face, rubbing and sliding slowly against her cheek, her ear, and her neck, was his fully exposed manhood. It was huge, terrifyingly large, rock hard, and veiny, glistening slightly, looking even bigger and more intimidating than she had imagined through the fabric. It was pressing against her skin, hot and heavy, moving with every breath he took.

She was stunned, frozen in place, her mind going blank again but for a completely different reason this time. She looked from his massive member up to his face, her eyes filled with confusion, shock, and a hint of that returning desire.

Jun Hao looked down at her, his expression smug, his eyes dark and filled with lust, wearing a lewd, triumphant smirk that left no doubt about his intentions. He slowly moved his hips, dragging his heavy length slowly along the soft skin of her cheek and neck, enjoying the way she shivered, before he spoke in a low, husky voice dripping with suggestion and that same playful tone as before.

"But... it’s okay, you know," Jun Hao said smoothly, his tone thick with amusement and hidden meaning. "As a professional therapist... it is my duty and my obligation to provide you with the utmost comfort... and to give you every possible pleasure and satisfaction that you desire. That is what I am here for, after all."

He leaned down closer, bringing his face level with hers, his massive organ still resting heavily against her cheek.

"So... please... go ahead and do exactly what you want," he whispered, his grin widening into a truly wicked, lascivious smile. "I just made things much easier and more convenient for you... didn’t I? Now there is nothing in the way... you can enjoy everything freely."