After ensuring every trace of what had happened in Jiang Wen’s room was completely erased—washing away all fluids, blood, and marks, changing the sheets, and leaving her looking clean and untouched on the surface—Jun Hao stepped out into the hallway. He closed the door behind him silently, his expression calm and satisfied. There was not a single drop of sweat on his forehead, nor any sign of exhaustion. On the contrary, he felt refreshed, light, and deeply pleased, as if he had just completed the most important and perfect work of his life.

He walked leisurely down the corridor, his steps steady and unhurried, and headed toward the main staircase. He ascended slowly to the third floor, where the master bedroom was located—the private sanctuary belonging to Wan Yu, Jiang Wen’s mother. In this house, this floor was quiet and secluded, and Jun Hao moved through it with the natural ease of someone who owned every room, every door, and every person living within these walls.

He arrived before the large wooden door of her room. Just as always, it was unlocked for him. He turned the handle gently and slipped inside.

The room was dim, filled with soft daylight and a faint, sweet, feminine scent that belonged entirely to Wan Yu. There, lying peacefully in the center of the large bed, was the woman herself. She was fast asleep, breathing slowly and rhythmically. True to her habit when she felt safe and alone in her own room, she lay completely naked, her mature, soft, and full body entirely covered only by a thick, light blanket that draped over her from her neck all the way down to her feet. Her long black hair fanned out across the pillow, her face serene and untroubled, unaware of everything that had just occurred downstairs with her daughter.

Jun Hao stood by the bedside for a moment, gazing down at her sleeping form with dark, possessive eyes. Without a hint of hesitation or haste, he began to undress. He removed his clothes one by one, folding them neatly and placing them on a nearby chair, until he too stood completely naked. His body was strong, sculpted, and powerful, and between his legs, his manhood—still large, thick, and firm despite the hours of intense use he had just put it through—hung heavy and ready. To him, having taken the daughter only moments ago did not diminish his desire or his right; it only sharpened it, reminding him that the mother was also his, waiting to be claimed in her own way.

He lifted the edge of the blanket carefully and slid in beside her. The warmth of her body immediately surrounded him, soft and inviting. He moved closer, shifting until his chest and abdomen pressedflush against her smooth, curved back and her rounded, full hips. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her snugly against him, skin against skin, holding her securely in place so she could not move away even if she wanted to.

Then, with extreme slowness and deliberate care, Jun Hao positioned himself. He guided the broad, thick head of his manhood to the warm, soft folds between her legs. He brushed gently against the entrance of her womanhood, feeling the natural heat and moisture waiting there, before beginning to push forward inch by inch. He moved with agonizing slowness, savoring every millimeter of entry, enjoying the way her muscles naturally yielded and embraced him. It was a smooth, steady glide, deep and deeper, until finally, his entire length was buried fully inside her, rooted deep within her warm, soft, and welcoming passage. He filled her completely, reaching the very end, and settled there, motionless.

"Ah...! Ahh... it hurts..." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The sudden sensation of being so fully filled, even though done gently, combined with the unfamiliar pressure deep inside her, startled Wan Yu awake instantly. Her eyes flew wide open, her body stiffening in surprise and a sharp, dull ache that shot through her lower body. She gasped, her hands instinctively gripping the sheets, and she tried to twist or pull away, confused and alarmed by what was happening.

But the strong arms around her waist held her firmly in place. She quickly turned her head back over her shoulder to see who had invaded her privacy and her body while she slept.

When her eyes met Jun Hao’s calm, handsome face, her tension vanished in a heartbeat. Her startled expression melted immediately into a soft, gentle smile. She relaxed her body, letting out a long, slow breath as she realized exactly who it was and what he had done.

"Oh... it’s you," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep, her tone completely devoid of anger, fear, or complaint. She looked at him with affection and amusement, shaking her head slightly. "What is it, Jun Hao? Why are you... like this...?"

Jun Hao rested his chin comfortably on her shoulder, his eyes half-closed, looking completely at peace and utterly content. He didn’t see his action as an intrusion or something strange; to him, it was simply natural, something he was entitled to do.

"Nothing really..." he replied softly, his voice low, warm, and sounding almost childish in its honesty, yet heavy with underlying dominance. "It’s just... I have this habit now. These days, whenever I want to sleep, I like to bury my penis deep inside a woman’s vagina. Doing that... it makes me sleep much more soundly and comfortably."

He pressed himself a little closer, his arms tightening slightly around her waist, holding his position deep within her without moving.

"So just go back to sleep," he whispered softly against her ear, his breath warm on her skin. "I won’t do anything else. I promise. I’m not going to move or take anything more. I just want to lie here comfortably, resting deep inside you like this. That’s all. I’m tired too... I just want to sleep now."

Wan Yu listened to his explanation, finding his reasoning odd, bold, and yet incredibly endearing. She giggled softly, shaking her head again, finding his possessive habits amusing rather than alarming. She thought to herself how unique and passionate this young man was, and how lucky she was to be the one he desired so much.

"Alright, alright... you and your strange ways," she said fondly, her voice filled with indulgence and love. She didn’t push him away. She didn’t ask him to withdraw. Instead, she consciously relaxed her inner muscles, allowing him to rest inside her comfortably, accepting his size and his presence deep within her body as something natural and good.

Then, a thought crossed her mind, and she turned her head slightly again, looking at him with gentle curiosity. She had no idea at all about what had truly happened between him and her daughter just moments ago.

"Jun Hao..." she asked softly. "Have you gone to pick up Jiang Wen yet? Did you get her?"

Jun Hao’s eyes remained closed, a small, satisfied smirk touching the corner of his lips as he remembered exactly how she had looked—broken, trembling, completely spent, and marked all over by him. He nodded slowly, nuzzling his face into the soft skin of her neck, not a trace of guilt in his voice.

"Yes... I have been to see her," he answered smoothly, his tone calm and full of secret triumph.

Jun Hao answered casually, as if speaking about the most ordinary thing in the world, hiding the terrible truth behind simple words.

"She is in her room right now... it seems she is resting," he said softly. "She looked very tired when I saw her. I think she was working on her school assignments until very late last night... that is why she looks so exhausted now. She probably needs to rest for a while longer."

Wan Yu nodded understandingly, letting out a soft sigh, completely believing his explanation.

"Ah... I thought so," she murmured gently. "That child... she works too hard on her studies. It is no wonder she is so worn out."

She paused for a moment, feeling deeply grateful to him, thinking only that he had visited her daughter kindly and left her to rest peacefully, never suspecting for a moment that he was the very reason for her exhaustion and her ruined state.

"Thank you, Jun Hao," she whispered affectionately. "Thank you for being so good to Jiang Wen, and for taking such good care of our whole family. We are so lucky to have you."

Jun Hao lifted his head just enough to press a tender, lingering kiss to her cheek and then her lips—a kiss that was sweet, yet heavy with the knowledge that he owned both her and her daughter completely, body and soul.

"Silly woman," he murmured affectionately. "We are family now, aren’t we? Everything I do is for you and for her. You don’t need to thank me for anything. Everything here... belongs to me anyway."

He settled back down, burying his face in her hair, his body heavy and relaxed against hers, his manhood still firmly and deeply embedded inside her warmth, throbbing gently with his heartbeat.

"Now, enough talking... I really want to sleep. Goodnight, Wan Yu."

Wan Yu smiled, feeling safe, loved, and completely cherished. She shifted slightly to make herself more comfortable around him, accepting the fullness deep inside her as a comforting presence rather than an intrusion.

"Goodnight, Jun Hao," she whispered back softly, closing her eyes once more.

She let herself drift back into sleep, lying there naked and pressed tight against him, with his heavy, thick length remaining deep inside her body, unmoving, silent, and possessive—proof that while the daughter lay broken, used, and claimed downstairs, the mother lay peacefully claimed right here, both belonging entirely to the same man.