Jun Hao walked along the now quiet streets, his pace calm and steady, though his breath still carried the lingering heat of the events that had just passed. The cold night air did nothing to cool the warmth still burning all over his body; it felt as if Lanruo’s scent, her sweat, and the softness of her skin were still clinging to every pore, reminding him of every bit of pleasure he had just fully experienced.

All along the way, images of Lanruo’s face, her beautifully trembling body, and her womanhood stretched wide, wet, and completely accepting of him, kept replaying clearly in his mind. He remembered how tight and hot it had felt inside her, how her inner walls had rippled and gripped him rhythmically, milking him with every movement until he had poured everything he had deep within her.

As he walked, a fleeting thought crossed his mind: He had found another woman worthy of being cherished. She was precious to him, valuable in the truest sense he understood—purely as a source of satisfaction, a perfect vessel for his desires, and a body capable of giving him pleasure so deep and fulfilling. There was no love or romance in this thought; only the simple, clear appreciation of a woman who could serve his carnal needs perfectly. A faint, satisfied smile touched his lips as he realized this truth, knowing fully well he would return to enjoy and cherish this woman again and again.

He soon arrived in front of his house. It was around ten o’clock at night, and the whole place was quiet and dark, indicating everyone had already retired to their rooms. As was the custom in his family, every member held a duplicate key to the front door so that they could enter freely without disturbing others if they happened to return at unusual hours like this.

Jun Hao inserted his key quietly, turned it slowly to avoid making any noise, and stepped inside. He closed the door gently behind him and locked it securely. The atmosphere inside was peaceful and homely, a stark contrast to the heated, intense environment he had just left behind at Lanruo’s place. Although he had showered and cleaned himself at her house before leaving, the clothes he was wearing felt sticky and uncomfortable against his skin; dried sweat from their vigorous activities clung to the fabric, making him long to wash properly and change into fresh garments.

He moved silently up the stairs, careful not to make a sound, and went straight to his room. Once inside, he locked his door, quickly stripped off his sticky clothes, and tossed them aside. He stood for a moment before the mirror, his eyes drifting down to his manhood, now soft and resting again. Yet, the memory of how massive, hard, and powerful it had been while pounding deep inside Lanruo still lingered vividly.

He stepped into his private bathroom and let the warm water flow over his body, washing away every trace of the night’s exertion. He soaped himself thoroughly, scrubbing every inch of skin until he was perfectly clean and fresh. Strangely, the cleaner he became, the more he missed the feeling of being messy, sticky, and wet from their union. That sensation had felt so real, so arousing, and so alive. As he bathed, his mind drifted back once more to Lanruo—her obedience, the way she had sucked and cleaned him thoroughly with her mouth, worshipping him until he was spotless without him even needing to ask. Truly, she was precious to him.

After drying himself, he put on loose, comfortable sleepwear. Only then did he realize how incredibly hungry he was; all his energy had been completely drained during their long session, leaving his stomach feeling hollow and empty. He decided to go downstairs to the kitchen to look for something to eat.

The house remained quiet and dimly lit as he made his way down. He went straight to the refrigerator, opened it, and peered inside. His eyes immediately fell upon a container holding a rather large portion of food, neatly wrapped in clean paper. He took it out, and upon the wrapper, he recognized his mother’s handwriting clearly written there:

"Don’t forget to eat, my dear Jun Hao."

A soft, touched expression came over his face. He shook his head slightly and smiled, warmed deeply by her kindness. Even though she had gone to bed early, she still remembered and prepared food for him, knowing he might return late and hungry. He took the food to the dining table, heated it quickly, and sat down to eat. He ate with great relish and satisfaction; every mouthful tasted delicious and comforting. In this quiet moment, his heart was filled with two different yet equally wonderful feelings—the intense pleasure he had received from Lanruo, and the unconditional love he received from his mother. He felt truly fortunate.

When he had finished every last bit, he cleaned up after himself and went to the sink to brush his teeth, ensuring his mouth felt fresh and clean. Now that he was full, clean, and comfortable, drowsiness began to creep over him. However, before going back up to his own room to sleep, there was one more thing he desired.

He walked quietly down the hallway to his parents’ bedroom—Lian Hua’s room. The door was slightly ajar. He pushed it open gently and stepped inside. The room was dim, lit only by faint moonlight coming through the window. He saw his mother, Lian Hua, lying on her side facing away from him, seemingly fast asleep.

Jun Hao approached the bed slowly, moving with utmost care not to wake her abruptly. He climbed onto the bed behind her, his body pressing close against her back. Then, very softly, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, holding her body tightly against his own. With gentle, practiced hands, he reached down, loosened her sleeping pants, and carefully pulled them down just enough to expose her soft, round buttocks and the warm, hidden entrance between her legs.

He freed his manhood, which had begun to harden again from the proximity and the warmth of her body. Guiding himself carefully, he pressed the tip against her entrance and slowly, very gently, pushed forward, sliding his hard length deep inside her soft, warm, and welcoming depths. He moved inch by inch, entering her smoothly and tenderly, burying himself fully within her until their bodies were joined completely.

Lian Hua, who had been sleeping peacefully, was startled awake by this sudden, foreign yet warm intrusion deep inside her body. Her eyes snapped open, her body stiffening slightly at the strange sensation filling her. She shifted slightly, confused and surprised, but as she turned her head back to look, her eyes met Jun Hao’s face, close behind her. Realizing it was him, her initial shock subsided, replaced by a mix of familiarity and resigned affection.

Jun Hao leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear and the side of her neck, whispering softly in a deep, calm voice filled with quiet desire.

"Mother... I want to sleep like this. Feel the warmth inside your body now... just let it be."

He kissed her neck and her cheek passionately yet tenderly, holding her even closer, his body heavy and comforting against hers. Lian Hua felt a slight awkwardness and unease deep down, but she chose to say nothing. She offered him a small, gentle smile, nodded slightly, and relaxed her body again, trying to settle back into sleep despite the thick, hard presence throbbing steadily inside her.

Jun Hao rested his head closer to the back of her neck, inhaling deeply her natural, familiar scent—the soft fragrance of her skin and hair that he knew so well. He closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling of being buried deep inside her warm, soft body. He loved the way her inner walls fluttered and pulsed gently around his length, massaging him rhythmically with every breath she took and every slight movement she made.

Wrapped in the quiet darkness of the night, Jun Hao drifted off to sleep, feeling completely at peace, warm, and fulfilled, enjoying the deep connection and the gentle, continuous throbbing sensation within his mother, Lian Hua.