Chapter 24: Chapter 13b Lan Rou arc

A wicked, lustful, and triumphant smile spread widely across Jun Hao’s face as he looked down at the unconscious form of Auntie Lan Ruo lying limp and heavy in his arms. Her eyes were closed tight, her breathing slow and deep, her body completely lifeless and defenseless due to the strong effect of the chloroform he had pressed over her face just moments ago. To him, she looked like the most perfect gift ever delivered right into his hands. She was a woman who had lived alone for years, ripe, mature, full-figured, and overflowing with that special kind of allure that only a woman past her youth could possess. And now, she was completely his. No one knew he was here, no one would come looking for her, and she was powerless to stop anything he was about to do.

With effortless strength, Jun Hao bent down, slid his arms beneath her heavy, soft body, and lifted her up completely off the sofa. He held her close against his chest, feeling the immense weight and softness of her mature curves pressing against him—her heavy breasts squishing against his arm, her thick thighs hanging heavily, her waist cinched in perfectly. He carried her easily through the house, walking calmly and confidently toward her bedroom, knowing he had all the time in the world to execute his dark and brilliant plan. He kicked the bedroom door fully open with his foot and stepped inside, lowering her gently onto the center of her large, soft bed, letting her sink deep into the mattress, lying there spread out and vulnerable.

He stood there for a moment, admiring the view. Lan Ruo lay completely still, her clothes still on but doing very little to hide the magnificent shape of her body beneath. Her breasts were huge and heavy, pressing outward against her dress, her hips were wide and curvy, her legs thick and fleshy—everything about her screamed mature womanhood, and it made Jun Hao’s heart race and his manhood throb painfully hard beneath his pants. He didn’t waste any time. He moved quickly, his hands working with practiced efficiency. He reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it upward, dragging the fabric over her head and tossing it carelessly onto the floor. Next came her undergarments; he ripped them off roughly, uncaring or gentle, his only focus being to reveal everything she had hidden away for so many years.

Piece by piece, every article of clothing was stripped away and discarded, until finally, Auntie Lan Ruo lay completely naked, bare, and exposed before his hungry eyes.

Jun Hao stood frozen for a second, stunned by the sight. She was magnificent. Her body was the definition of voluptuous and bountiful. Her skin was smooth, fair, and creamy white, soft to the touch. Her breasts were absolutely massive—easily a size 36F, round, heavy, and hanging full and ripe, the kind that could only be found on a mature woman who had borne children. They were large, wide, and incredibly heavy, resting high on her chest with large, dark areolas and thick, protruding nipples that were already hardening slightly from the cool air. Her waist was soft and fleshy, leading down to wide, child-bearing hips and thick, sturdy thighs that met at a dark, dense patch of hair covering her mound. She was perfect—soft everywhere, curvy, and full, a feast for his eyes and his hands.

But he wasn’t done preparing her yet. He needed her secured. He turned around and retrieved the thick, strong ropes he had found inside a drawer earlier, ropes he knew she kept for various household uses. Now, they would serve his purpose perfectly. He moved to her right arm, pulled it firmly outward and upward until it reached the top right corner of the bed frame, and tied her wrist tight, winding the rope around several times and knotting it securely so there was absolutely no way she could slip free. He repeated the exact same process with her left arm, stretching it wide to the opposite corner. Then he moved down to her legs. He grabbed her right ankle and pulled it forcefully outward and downward, spreading her legs wide apart, and bound it tightly to the lower right corner. He did the same with her left ankle, securing it to the lower left corner.

When he stepped back to inspect his work, the result was exactly what he wanted. Lan Ruo was stretched out in a perfect ’X’ shape, her limbs pulled taut and secured to each of the four corners of the bed. Her body was pulled open wide, completely immobile. She could not move an inch, she could not close her legs, she could not bring her arms down to cover herself. Every single part of her was exposed, displayed, and presented right where he wanted it—completely open, completely accessible, completely helpless. The position forced her hips upward, tilting her pelvis and offering her most private, intimate spot directly toward him, fully spread and gaping.

Next, he remembered the final precaution. He took a thick strip of soft cloth and approached her face. He forced her jaw open slightly, stuffed the balled-up fabric deep into her mouth, packing it tight so it filled her entire oral cavity, and then tied the ends securely behind her head with another long strip of fabric. A tight gag. Now, even if she woke up and screamed, not a single sound would be able to escape her lips. All her cries, her pleas, and her screams would be trapped inside her throat, muffled and silent, unable to reach anyone outside these walls.

"Perfect..." Jun Hao whispered, licking his lips as he looked at his handiwork. "Absolutely perfect."

He walked over to the bedroom door, turned the lock with a sharp click, and pushed the heavy furniture in front of it just to be absolutely sure. There was no way in, and certainly no way out for her. He was the king here now.

Only when the room was fully secured did Jun Hao finally turn his attention to himself. With slow, deliberate movements, he reached for the waistband of his own clothes. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and let everything fall to the floor. He stepped out of them, followed by his underwear, until he too stood completely naked in the center of the room, towering over her bound form.

His body was a stark contrast to hers—young, muscular, lean, and hard. And between his legs hung his greatest weapon, his massive manhood, fully erect, throbbing, thick, long, and heavy, standing tall and proud, purple-red and glistening with pre-cum, pointing directly at the center of her spread body. It was a terrifying sight for any woman, let alone a mature widow who had been alone for years.

Now, it was time to wake her up. Jun Hao remembered clearly what his friend had told him: "Chloroform puts them out, but strong, sharp smells will snap them right back awake fast." He scanned the room and his eyes landed on a small wooden table near the bed. Sitting there was a small glass bottle—medicated oil, the kind used for aches and pains, known for its incredibly strong, pungent, and sharp aroma. He reached out and grabbed it, twisting the cap open. Immediately, a powerful, biting scent filled the air.

He walked back to the bed, knelt down beside her head, and brought the open bottle right up to her nose. He held it there, letting the strong, mentholated fumes flood straight into her nostrils.

"Wake up, Auntie..." he murmured darkly. "Time to wake up and see what I have in store for you."

It didn’t take long. Within less than a minute, Lan Ruo’s nose twitched involuntarily. Her eyebrows furrowed, her breathing became deeper and more erratic. Slowly, heavily, her eyelids fluttered and began to open. At first, her eyes were hazy, unfocused, clouded with confusion and the lingering effects of the drug. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision, her mind still blank and wondering where she was and why she felt so heavy.

But as her vision sharpened, her gaze traveled downward. And there, standing right between her widely spread legs, towering over her, was Jun Hao.

She saw him completely naked. She saw his young, hard body. And most terrifying of all, she saw his massive, monstrous manhood standing erect and threatening right in front of her face, swaying slightly as he moved.

"MMMMMMMMMPPHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

Realization hit her like a freight train. Her eyes bulged wide open, almost popping out of her head in pure shock, horror, and disbelief. Her body jerked violently as adrenaline surged through her system. She tried to scream, to shout, to demand an explanation or call for help, but all that came out was a loud, muffled, guttural groan that vibrated deep in her throat, completely stifled by the thick gag stuffed in her mouth. She couldn’t say a word. She couldn’t even make a clear sound.

Panic set in instantly. Lan Ruo began to thrash and writhe with all her might. She pulled against the ropes binding her wrists and ankles, yanking her arms and legs as hard as she possibly could, twisting her body side to side, arching her back, bucking her hips, shaking her head wildly left and right. She fought desperately, trying to break free, trying to close her legs, trying to cover herself, trying to escape the terrifying reality she found herself in. Her heavy breasts bounced and swayed wildly with every violent movement, her flesh jiggling and shaking, presenting a lewd and arousing spectacle for Jun Hao to enjoy.

But the ropes held fast. They were tied too tight, too secure, anchored to the heavy bed frame. No matter how hard she pulled, how much she strained, or how desperately she struggled, she could not move an inch from that humiliating, open position. She was trapped.

This frantic struggle continued for quite a long time. Lan Ruo poured every ounce of her energy into fighting, fueled by fear and panic. But she was older, her stamina limited, and the drugs had weakened her. Gradually, her movements slowed down. Her pulls became weaker, her struggles turned into feeble trembles, her heavy breathing turned into exhausted, ragged gasps. Sweat poured from every pore, coating her entire body in a glistening sheen. Finally, completely spent and defeated, she collapsed back onto the mattress, her body going limp from exhaustion.

She lay there, chest heaving rapidly, tears welling up in her eyes and spilling down the sides of her face, wetting the pillow beneath her. Her expression changed from terror to deep, heartbreaking sadness. She turned her eyes toward Jun Hao, looking up at him with a gaze full of sorrow, confusion, and pure helplessness. Her eyes begged him. Please... why are you doing this? Please let me go... I have done nothing to you... please have mercy... Her look was one of total submission and pleading, hoping that the boy she had known since he was small would show her some kindness.

But Jun Hao only looked down at her tearful, sorrowful face and smiled. It was a calm, cold, terrifyingly confident smile, filled with pure lust and possession. He didn’t care about her tears or her fear; it only made the conquest sweeter. He leaned down closer to her face, his hand reaching out to stroke her wet cheek mockingly.

"Easy... easy now, Auntie Lan Ruo..." Jun Hao said softly, his voice low and soothing, dripping with dark intent. "Calm yourself down. Look at you, crying and shaking like I’m going to hurt you or something." He chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "Relax... I promise you, I am not here to cause you pain. Quite the opposite, actually. I am here to give you pleasure. The kind of pleasure you have been missing, craving, and starving for all these years living here alone. I am going to give you back your passion."

He pulled his hand away and reached for the small glass bottle he had placed nearby—the one containing the thick, potent aphrodisiac liquid he had used to conquer every other woman in his house. He held it up right before her wide, fearful eyes, twisting it so she could see the clear, viscous liquid inside. Lan Ruo’s eyes widened even further. Instinctively, she knew this was bad. She started shaking her head frantically again, her fear spiking once more, and she tried to renew her struggle, though her body was too exhausted to do much more than tremble.

"Do you know what this is?" Jun Hao asked slowly, his tone taunting and cruel. "This... Auntie... is liquid fire. This is a powerful aphrodisiac. This potion will wake up every single nerve ending in your body. It will reignite the fire inside you that has been cold and dead for so long. It will make you feel lust and desire ten times stronger than you ever felt when you were young. It will make your body burn with a hunger you have completely forgotten about."

Hearing his words and seeing the bottle, Lan Ruo went into a fresh wave of panic. She thrashed weakly, shaking her head ’no’ vigorously, tears streaming faster, muffled cries of protest shaking her throat. She looked terrified, her mind screaming at what he intended to do.

"Hush... hush... hush... relax..." Jun Hao cooed rhythmically, completely ignoring her terror. He moved his naked body closer, positioning himself right between her widely spread legs, his heavy, throbbing manhood hanging directly over her most intimate spot. He lowered his face right near hers, looking deep into her pleading eyes. "Don’t fight it, Auntie... trust me. After this, you are going to feel pleasures you haven’t felt in five long years. You’ll forget what fear is. You’ll be begging me for more."

Still holding the bottle in one hand, Jun Hao lowered his other hand down between her legs, right to the center of her spread womanhood. He looked closely at it—it was mature, plump, the outer lips full and slightly dry, pale pinkish-brown, completely unused and untouched for years. It looked tight, narrow, and incredibly inviting to him.

Without hesitation, he spread the lips open with his fingers, exposing the tight, wrinkled entrance and the dry, pink inner flesh beneath. Then, extending just one finger—thick, long, and rigid—he aimed the tip right at the center.

He didn’t go slow. With a sudden, sharp jab of his hand, he drove his finger deep inside her in one hard, forceful, rough thrust.

"MMMMMMMMGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

Lan Ruo’s body jerked violently, her back arching high off the bed, her eyes squeezing shut tight as her face twisted in pure agony. It hurt. It hurt badly. Her passage was incredibly tight, dry, and narrow after years of disuse; being pierced suddenly by such a thick finger felt like being torn open, a sharp, stinging pain shooting through her pelvis. She let out a long, high-pitched muffled wail of suffering, her hips bucking instinctively to try and escape the intrusion, but the ropes held her wide open, forcing her to endure it.

Jun Hao didn’t stop or slow down. He kept his finger buried all the way to the knuckle, and immediately began to move it—in and out, in and out, pumping hard and fast, rough and relentless. He twisted it, scissored it, hooked it, and rubbed it forcefully against her tender, sensitive inner walls, forcing the dry passage to stretch and accommodate him.

"You’re so tight..." Jun Hao growled, watching her pain with delight. "So dry... practically squeezing my finger to death. You really have been alone for too long, haven’t you?"

He continued this rough assault for several minutes, drilling his finger deep inside her core relentlessly. And slowly, as he knew it would happen, her body began to betray her. The friction, the foreign object moving deep within her, the stimulation, triggered a biological reaction she could not control. Deep inside her, glands began to activate. Gradually, a thin trail of moisture appeared around his finger, coating it. Then it became more abundant. Her womanhood, previously dry and hostile, began to glisten. Warm, sweet fluids started to flow out from deep inside her, lubricating the passage, wetting his hand and her inner thighs, undeniable proof that her body was waking up, that the dormant desire was surfacing against her will.

Seeing her juices flowing freely, seeing her mature hole slowly turn wet, slippery, and hot around his finger, Jun Hao’s excitement exploded. A wicked grin split his face wide open.

"Ah... there it is..." he chuckled darkly. "See? Your body knows what it wants. It remembers exactly what it has been missing."

He didn’t waste a second. Immediately, he brought his hand closer and added a second finger, pressing the tips together and shoving them both forcefully deep inside her alongside the first one. And before she could even gasp or adjust to the new size, he pushed in a third finger as well.

Three thick fingers—wide, stiff, and rough—were now crammed deep inside her narrow, mature passage, stretching her open to an unbelievable width, forcing her walls to expand way beyond what she was used to. She felt stuffed, completely filled, stretched wide open from within.

Lan Ruo’s eyes snapped open wide again, rolling back into her head, her face twisting into a chaotic mix of sharp pain and sudden, overwhelming sensation. Her hips bucked wildly, grinding herself onto his hand involuntarily. Jun Hao began to move his hand with renewed ferocity. He rammed his three fingers in and out rapidly, brutally drilling and stirring deep inside her. He hooked them, curled them, pressed hard against her deepest, most sensitive spots, rubbed her inner walls raw, and scissored them wide open repeatedly, widening her hole further and further, turning her insides into a slippery, wet mess.

He was fingering her with the intensity of a jackhammer, treating her delicate womanhood roughly, abusing it, ravaging it, forcing pleasure upon her.

And then it happened. Stimulated beyond her limit, filled so completely, the friction and the fullness became too much. Lan Ruo’s body went rigid. Her legs, spread wide and tied down, trembled and shook violently. Her back arched so high it looked like it might snap. **She threw her head backward, tossing it deep into the pillow, her eyes rolling completely back showing only the whites