Chapter 141: Chapter 118: COMPLETE OWNERSHIP — CARS AND RIGHTS

Time: Late morning, around 09:00 AM.

Atmosphere: The sun is shining brightly; the house is quiet and peaceful.

Jun Hao slowly opened his eyes. He was still lying behind Wan Yu, their bodies pressed tightly together, and his manhood remained deeply embedded and firm inside her warmth, exactly as they had been for hours throughout the night. It felt incredibly comfortable, warm, and peaceful, but his eyes slowly drifted toward the room and the sunlight streaming through the window curtains.

He moved slightly, shifting his body gently without pulling out, and reached out to the side for his phone lying on the bedside table. Once he found it, he lit up the screen and checked the time.

"Oh, what time is it..." he murmured softly. He looked at the screen again. "Hmm... already nine in the morning..."

He thought for a moment, still wearing a satisfied smile. "I guess I should get going now. I need to head back to my place first... I want to check on my mother. After all, I rarely stay away from home for long, let alone spend the night at someone else’s place like this. I’m worried she might be anxious if I don’t come back. Plus, I have a few things I need to take care of at home. Later, after I’m done there, I’ll go to work at the Bailong Reflexology Center. And since my younger siblings are at school right now, only Mom will be home. It’s perfect timing for me to drop by."

Jun Hao began to move his hips slightly, applying gentle pressure deep inside her, then reached out to pat Wan Yu’s shoulder and arm, which were still deep in sleep.

"Wan Yu... Wan Yu... wake up..." he called in a low but clear voice.

Wan Yu stirred and stretched slowly, her eyes opening gradually, still heavy with drowsiness. She immediately felt the large presence still fully seated inside her body—a sensation that had already become familiar and comfortable to her now. She turned her head slightly back, looking into Jun Hao’s eyes, which were already awake.

"What is it... Jun Hao? Is it already noon?" she asked hoarsely, smiling faintly.

Jun Hao nodded slowly, then began to pull his hips back gradually, slowly withdrawing his large manhood from within her soft walls.

"Yeah, it’s nine already. I’m saying goodbye and heading home now... just for a bit. You know I rarely stay away from home for long, let alone spend the night out like I did yesterday. I’m worried Mom will be anxious if I don’t come back. Plus, I have some things to take care of there. And since my siblings are at school, the house will be quiet, perfect for me to stop by. Later, I’ll go straight to work from there."

Hearing this, her expression showed a hint of disappointment, though she understood completely—even feeling happy seeing how much Jun Hao cared for his family.

"Oh... so because you hardly ever stay out overnight... Well, that’s completely understandable. Your mom must be waiting and worrying a lot. You really are a devoted son, aren’t you?"

She looked at him for a moment, then asked softly, "Is she healthy? Your siblings too, are they all well?"

Jun Hao smiled warmly. "They are all doing great."

Wan Yu nodded slowly, burying her head back into the pillow, looking like she was suppressing a little pain as she moved.

"Alright then... go take care of what you need to do. I think I’ll rest here a bit longer today... My body feels a bit sore and not quite right."

(In truth, Wan Yu felt a dull ache and tenderness deep inside her, as well as a lingering soreness in her back passage—remnants of everything Jun Hao had done to her yesterday. But she never spoke of it explicitly, simply assuming it was just exhaustion from their intimacy.)

Jun Hao smiled knowingly, fully aware exactly why her body felt that way.

"Alright then... I’m off now. You just rest here, don’t go anywhere yet."

She thought for a moment, then asked, looking at Jun Hao’s back as he began to walk away.

"Then... how are you getting home?"

Jun Hao turned around for a moment, chuckling softly.

"I’ll probably just walk out of this villa complex first, then grab a taxi on the main road. It’ll be good to shake off the sleepiness anyway."

Wan Yu immediately lifted her head slightly, surprised by his answer.

"Why walk all that way? There are plenty of cars in the garage. All the keys are kept neatly in a special glass display cabinet there. Just take one and use it."

Jun Hao stopped walking, looking at Wan Yu with a teasing gaze and a playful smirk.

"Really? Aren’t you afraid I’ll just drive off with it?"

Wan Yu smiled gently, her eyes looking at Jun Hao with overwhelming affection and sincerity.

"What are you saying... drive off? You... you’ve already stolen my entire heart and soul, Jun Hao. What does a car matter compared to that? You are the most precious and important person to me. Those cars are nothing but lifeless objects."

Jun Hao laughed with satisfaction hearing her answer, his heart swelling with pride and dominance.

"Alright, alright... I’m just kidding. Okay then, I’ll take one of your cars. But... if I use it for a few days, is that okay? It’ll just make it easier for me to come and go or handle things I need to do."

Wan Yu nodded casually, her face bright with happiness seeing Jun Hao willing to use her things.

"Of course it’s fine. If you like it, consider it yours. Use it however you want. Besides... Jiang Wen doesn’t even have a license yet and has never driven a car before. I’m the only one who usually uses them. So from now on... you’re the one who has the right to use them. Don’t even think twice about it, just take it."

Jun Hao nodded in satisfaction; her words pleased him deeply. He stepped out of the master bedroom and walked toward the bathroom down the hall to clean himself up.

He showered quickly and thoroughly. Afterward, he changed his clothes. He took off his therapist uniform and put on the casual outfit Wan Yu had bought for him yesterday—a light dark-colored shirt and comfortable trousers. He carried a small bag containing his old clothes and the items purchased the day before.

Jun Hao walked toward the back of the house to the spacious, clean, and luxurious garage. Parked neatly inside were five luxury sedans—large, comfortable, and elegant, not sports cars. On the wall stood a large, neat glass display cabinet specifically designed to store all the car keys.

List of Luxury Cars:

1. Hongqi H9 – Glossy Deep Black, looks majestic, elegant, and radiates supreme prestige.

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2. TER 12 – Pearl White, looks grand, clean, and carries an aura of modern luxury.

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3. NIO ET9 – Metallic Silver-Grey, looks sophisticated, calm, and very classy.

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4. Porsche Taycan – Dark Sapphire Blue, looks stylish, sporty, and exclusive.

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5. Audi A8 L – Rich Dark Maroon, looks authoritative, spacious, and incredibly refined.

Jun Hao walked up to the display cabinet, opened it easily, and his hand reached out to take the key fob. But just as his fingers touched the cold metal, a thought suddenly crossed his mind.

"Oh right... I haven’t said goodbye to my other woman yet."

He smiled to himself, put the key back for a moment, and turned away from the cabinet. Instead of leaving immediately, he walked out of the garage and headed back inside the house, making his way toward the stairs leading to the second floor.

He knew exactly where she was. He opened the door to Jiang Wen’s room quietly and stepped inside. The room was dim and cool. There, on the large bed, Jiang Wen was still fast asleep, curled up small under the thick blanket. Her body still bore the marks and memories of everything he had done to her yesterday—every touch, every forceful entry, every moment where he had completely claimed her innocence and her body. She looked fragile, exhausted, and incredibly beautiful.

Jun Hao approached the bed slowly, his footsteps silent. He leaned down, bringing his face close to hers, and gently stroked her soft hair.

"Jiang Wen... Jiang Wen... baby, wake up..." he whispered softly, repeating the call tenderly.

Jiang Wen stirred. Her eyelids fluttered and slowly opened. As her vision cleared and focused on the figure standing right beside her bed, her eyes instantly widened in pure shock and terror.

It was him.

The man who had destroyed her yesterday. The man who had turned her world upside down, who had torn through her innocence, who had forced her to feel pain and pleasure until she could no longer tell the difference. The man who now owned her completely.

A gasp caught in her throat. Instinctively, she scrambled backward, pulling her legs up toward her chest, shrinking herself as small as possible. She wrapped the blanket tightly around her body, covering herself up to her chin as if that thin layer of fabric could protect her from him. Her heart was pounding wildly against her ribs, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. She looked at him with eyes full of fear, unable to speak, trembling visibly.

Seeing her reaction—how terrified she was, how she practically cowered away from him—Jun Hao actually found it amusing. A low chuckle escaped his throat.

"Why?" he asked, his voice soft but carrying that undeniable authority. "Am I really that frightening to you?"

Jiang Wen didn’t answer. She just kept staring at him, wide-eyed and terrified, clutching the blanket tighter, her body shaking uncontrollably. She remembered everything. The way he had been rough, dominant, and relentless yesterday was still burned into her mind. She expected him to lunge at her again, to hurt her, to use her body once more right then and there. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for it to happen, wishing she could disappear.

Jun Hao stepped closer to the bed, towering over her curled-up form. He looked down at her with a mixture of amusement and intense possession.

"I’m not going to do anything to you," he said calmly. "I just... I’m about to leave now. So I came to say goodbye."

Jiang Wen only curled up tighter, burying her face slightly, trembling violently. She couldn’t understand this side of him. Yesterday he was like a wild beast consuming her; now he spoke so gently, almost lovingly. It confused her, terrified her, but strangely... it also made her heart flutter in a way she hated to admit.

Jun Hao sat on the edge of the bed, leaning even closer until his lips were right beside her ear. He whispered slowly and clearly, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

"Remember... don’t let your mother know about us yet. It might complicate things for all of us if she finds out too soon."

He reached out and gently stroked the top of her head, running his fingers through her hair. At his touch, Jiang Wen shivered even harder, her body reacting instinctively to his presence—afraid, yet strangely submissive. She felt so small under his hand.

"Oh come on... you really don’t need to be this scared," he murmured, shaking his head slightly. "I won’t eat you."

Suddenly, he pulled her gently into his arms, wrapping them around her trembling form through the blanket. Before she could react or resist, he pressed soft, romantic kisses upon her forehead, then the bridge of her nose, and finally captured her lips in a deep, lingering kiss that was nothing like the rough, hungry kisses from the night before. This was tender, possessive, and sweet.

Jiang Wen froze. Her mind was reeling. It felt so different. Yesterday was pain, force, and overwhelming lust. This... this felt like how a boyfriend would treat his lover. She was terrified, panic still surged through her veins, she remembered every bruise and every ache, but at this moment... she felt something else too. A strange, confusing sense of being cherished. It touched her deep inside, confusing her heart completely. She hated how weak she felt, hated that despite the fear, a small part of her felt... wanted.

Jun Hao pulled back slightly, then kissed her forehead once more—a second time, slow and affectionate.

"Baby... I’m going home now," he whispered against her skin. "I’ll drop by sometime later... I’ll come play here again soon."

He stood up from the bed, looking at her one last time—the girl who now belonged to him just as much as her mother did.

Jiang Wen watched him leave the room, the door clicking shut behind him. She remained huddled under the blanket, her heart racing, tears pricking her eyes, her body still trembling from head to toe.

Fear was still the dominant feeling. The memory of his brutality last night was too fresh, too painful, too humiliating. She was terrified of what he would do next, terrified of what she had become, terrified of the secret she now had to carry. But mixed in with that fear and panic... there was that confusing, undeniable flutter in her chest. His gentleness just now, the way he kissed her like she was precious, the sweet words... it made her feel strange, touched in a way she couldn’t explain, and she hated herself for feeling it. He was the one who ruined her, yet he acted like he loved her. It was maddening, frightening, and... intoxicating all at once.

Jun Hao walked back down to the garage with a lighter step. He returned to the glass cabinet. Remembering that Wan Yu had used the Hongqi H9 yesterday, he decided to take the other top-tier sedan. He reached in and took the key fob for the Porche Taycan—the exclusive Dark Sapphire Blue car

He stepped into the magnificent vehicle, feeling the plush leather and exquisite craftsmanship. The engine purred to life silently and smoothly. Jun Hao drove slowly out of the villa gate, leaving the residence behind.

Behind him lay the two women who were entirely his. One rested peacefully upstairs, trusting him blindly and completely. The other remained curled up in fear and confusion downstairs, already broken and remade according to his will. Both were his, in body and soul. Jun Hao drove away confidently toward his own home, holding the key to everything he desired firmly in his hand.