Chapter 144: Chapter 121: INTIMATE INSPECTION AND NEW TOYS

Jun Hao sat comfortably in the driver’s seat of his Dark Sapphire Blue Porsche Taycan, which was parked right in front of his own house. He was in no hurry to get out just yet. Instead, he unzipped the bags he had brought from Liwei’s place and spread the contents out on the passenger seat, his eyes gleaming with dark fascination as he inspected each item closely.

His fingers first traced over the surface of a large dildo. It was completely black, smooth yet possessing a thick, heavy build, and the entire length was covered in intricate, raised ridges and bumpy textures that spiraled from the base all the way to the flared head. He ran his palm over those rough patterns, imagining exactly how it would feel pressing deep inside soft, warm flesh, rubbing against the sensitive inner walls. A low, satisfied chuckle rumbled in his chest.

"Perfect..." he whispered to himself, his voice thick with desire. "Everything I need."

Next, he picked up the two vibrators. They were round, smooth, and also dark-colored, made of high-quality silky silicone. What was clear and important was that each of these round vibrators had a flexible black cord attached firmly to the end, connecting them directly to a handheld remote control unit. He examined the remote—a small, modern device with several buttons and dials. Even though they were connected by wires, the length of the cables was long enough to allow freedom of movement, and he could adjust the intensity and speed easily through the controller.

"Good..." he muttered. "Direct connection means strong power, no weak signal. Exactly what I want."

He made his selection carefully. He took the two round vibrators with their connecting wires and remote, and the large black ridged dildo, placing them all neatly into a smaller leather bag that he could carry easily. The rest of his purchases—the remaining toys, the three bottles of aphrodisiac liquid, and the two small glass bottles of chloroform—were zipped back up and secured safely inside the car’s hidden storage compartment under the seat, locked away for later use.

Stepping out of the luxury vehicle, he adjusted his clothes, grabbed the small bag, and walked toward his front door. He checked his watch and smirked. It was still mid-morning. His younger siblings were definitely still at school; they would not be returning home until noon. That meant the entire house belonged only to him and one other person.

He unlocked the door quietly, stepping inside. The house was peaceful, filled with the familiar scent of home-cooked food drifting from the back. He moved silently through the hallway, his footsteps making no sound on the floorboards, until he reached the kitchen doorway.

There she was.

Lianhua, his mother, stood with her back toward him, completely unaware of his presence. She was wearing simple, loose home clothes—a soft blouse and comfortable trousers that hugged the gentle curves of her waist and hips. Her hair was tied back loosely as she busied herself at the stove, stirring a pot while chopping fresh vegetables on the wooden board nearby. She was preparing a large meal, ensuring everything would be ready and delicious for when the children returned later in the day. She looked gentle, warm, and incredibly inviting.

Jun Hao leaned against the frame for a moment, drinking in the sight of her. His gaze traveled slowly over her figure, lingering on the shape of her hips and the softness of her thighs visible through her clothes. His breathing deepened. He set his small bag down carefully on a chair near the entrance, out of her sight, and then began to approach her.

He moved like a shadow, slow and deliberate, making absolutely no noise. He got closer and closer until he was standing right behind her, his body towering slightly over hers. Then, without warning, he lunged forward, wrapping his strong arms firmly around her soft waist and pulling her back tightly against his chest.

Lianhua gasped in surprise, her body jolting, but she instantly relaxed as she felt his warmth and recognized his scent. Jun Hao buried his face deep into the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet, natural aroma of her skin mixed with the savory smells of the kitchen—an intoxicating combination that made his blood boil instantly. He rested his chin heavily on her shoulder, his lips brushing against her sensitive skin as he whispered in a low, thick voice, calling her by her name rather than the title she deserved.

"I missed you so much, Lianhua..."

"Hao..." she breathed out softly, a sweet, amused giggle escaping her lips as she leaned her weight back against him, completely trusting and pliant. She reached up to touch his arms wrapped around her middle. "You scared me... I didn’t hear you come in. When did you get home?"

"Just now," Jun Hao murmured against her neck, his hands already beginning to wander downward, sliding over her stomach and pressing possessively into the soft flesh of her hips. He ignored her question, his mind already focused entirely on what he wanted to do. He guided her body firmly but gently. "Come here... lean forward for me."

He pressed her forward until her hands rested on the cool, metallic edge of the sink counter.

"Arrange yourself properly... bend over a little more... yes, just like that," he commanded softly but with undeniable authority. "Arch your back and push your beautiful hips out toward me... that’s it."

Lianhua obeyed him instantly, her body moving naturally into the position he desired. She rested her palms flat against the countertop, bending her waist forward, raising her rear end high and presenting herself fully to him, exactly as she had done countless times before. She glanced nervously sideways at the pots bubbling on the stove, a slight flush rising on her cheeks.

"But Hao... I am cooking right now," she said gently, her voice breathless already. "The food... if I leave it, it might burn..."

Jun Hao chuckled darkly, stepping closer until his body was pressed right up against her backside, his hardness already pressing insistently against her through their clothes. He leaned down, his mouth right next to her ear.

"It does not matter," he whispered huskily. "You can finish cooking later. Right now... I have important business to attend to here."

His hands moved swiftly. He unbuttoned the waistband of her trousers and pulled the zipper down in one smooth motion. He pushed the fabric down, revealing the soft, pale skin of her buttocks, and then slipped his fingers underneath the thin elastic of her underwear, dragging that down as well until both garments pooled loosely around her knees, leaving her lower body completely exposed to his hungry gaze.

"My business..." Jun Hao continued, his voice dropping to a growl, "...is that I want to check... how your pussy looks and feels today."

He reached out with both hands, placing his palms on her soft, rounded cheeks, and slowly but firmly spread her buttocks wide apart, pulling them open to give himself the perfect view.

The sight that greeted his eyes was breathtaking.

Exposed fully before him was the most intimate beauty of Lianhua. Her private lips were full, soft, and delicate, colored a deep, rich pink that darkened slightly toward the center. The inner folds were plump and glistening already, wet with the clear, slippery fluid that naturally leaked out just from his touch and his presence. The soft, rounded mound above was covered with fine, dark, neatly trimmed hair, contrasting beautifully against her pale skin. It was a perfect, lush flower, opened wide and waiting only for him.

"So beautiful..." Jun Hao muttered, mesmerized. "Just perfect."

He didn’t wait a second longer. He bent his knees, lowering his head and upper body until his face was buried right between her legs, his nose brushing against the warm, wet folds. He inhaled deeply, breathing in her distinct, musky, feminine scent—a smell that drove him absolutely wild with hunger.

Then, he devoured her.

He pressed his face forward, his mouth opening wide to cover her entire opening. He plunged his tongue deep inside her wet heat, licking greedily from the bottom all the way up to the sensitive bud at the top. He swirled his tongue rapidly, flicking and lapping at the soft flesh, sucking hard on the inner lips, and delving as deep as he could reach. He was relentless, eating her out with a desperate, ravenous hunger, moving his head rhythmically, feasting on her like a starving man who had finally found his favorite meal.

Lianhua’s reaction was immediate and explosive.

The sudden, wet, hot sensation of his tongue working frantically inside her made her cry out loud, her fingers gripping the metal edge of the sink so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her body arched violently, her hips instinctively pushing backward to grind against his face, her legs trembling so hard she could barely stand.

"Ah... Ah... Hao... ahhh..." she moaned loudly, her voice shaking with overwhelming pleasure. "That feels so good... ahhh... yes... don’t stop... please..."

Jun Hao didn’t stop. He kept going, licking, sucking, and probing deeper and deeper, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her steady as he continued to pleasure her with intense, unyielding passion. He stayed there for a long time, driving her higher and higher, feeling her wetness increasing, her muscles clenching and unclenching around his tongue.

And then, the peak arrived.

Lianhua’s body stiffened completely, freezing in place. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open in a silent cry, her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. Her inner muscles spasmed and contracted violently, and suddenly, a rush of warm, sweet fluid gushed out from deep inside her, spraying out in a heavy, flowing stream.

"Ah... Ah... I... I’m coming... ahhh..." she cried out, her voice trembling uncontrollably as the powerful orgasm ripped through her body.

Jun Hao welcomed it all. He didn’t pull back or turn away. Instead, he pressed his mouth even harder against her, opening his throat wide to catch every single drop that flowed out. He swallowed greedily, drinking down her sweet, warm nectar as fast as it came, gulping it down with immense pleasure, determined to consume every last drop of the release she gave him. He drank until the flow slowed to a trickle, licking her clean and dry, savoring the taste of her essence completely.

Only when she was finished and her breathing had turned into soft, exhausted gasps did Jun Hao finally lift his head. His lips, chin, and nose were wet and glistening with her fluids. He wiped his mouth slowly with the back of his hand, a look of pure, smug satisfaction spreading across his face. He stood up straight, looking at the trembling, beautiful woman still bent over for him.

He reached down and picked up the small leather bag he had left near his feet earlier.

"Oh right, Lianhua," he said casually, his voice still thick with satisfaction. He patted her soft hip. "I actually want to try something new with you today. New tools..."

Lianhua slowly straightened up, pulling her clothes back up just enough to cover herself modestly. She turned around to face him, her face flushed red, her eyes still glazed with the lingering pleasure. She looked at him, confused and curious, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"New tools?" she asked breathlessly, wiping a strand of hair from her face. "What for, Hao?"

Jun Hao didn’t answer right away. He opened the bag right there in front of her eyes. He reached inside and pulled out the two round vibrators, their connecting wires, and the small remote control, holding them up clearly so she could see everything.

"These," he said simply, a strange glint appearing in his eyes as he showed the round shapes and the black cords hanging from them.

Lianhua stared at the objects in his hand. She recognized exactly what they were. Her eyes widened in genuine surprise and confusion, her mouth falling slightly open.

"Wait... those are... vibrators?" she asked, her voice rising slightly in bewilderment. "Why... why do you have those? What... what are they for? And... why do they have wires attached?"

Jun Hao looked at her, and slowly, a terrifying expression spread across his face. His smile grew wider, twisting into something dark, wicked, and cunning. His eyes narrowed, shining with a greedy, predatory light—exactly like a villainous man explaining his brilliant, self-serving plan. He stepped closer to her, waving the toys slightly as he spoke, his tone slow and serious.

"You see... I was thinking," he began, his voice low and dripping with twisted logic. "Every time I want to drink that sweet liquid that sprays out from my woman, I always have to go through so much trouble first, right? I have to use my fingers... poke inside you... stir it all up... make you come like that... and only then do you release it."

He paused, shaking his head as if this was a great inconvenience to him.

"But then... I have to move my fingers away and quickly put my mouth there," he continued, making exaggerated gestures with his hand to demonstrate. "Then fingers again to make it flow... then mouth to drink... fingers... mouth... fingers... mouth..."

He clicked his tongue, looking genuinely annoyed at the concept.

"It is so troublesome. So complicated and annoying for me. Too much movement. Too much work."

He stepped right up to her, towering over her, holding the sleek black devices closer to her face, that wicked, evil grin stretching his lips wider.

"But if I use these tools..." Jun Hao whispered, his eyes gleaming with dark excitement. "This machine will vibrate strong and steady. These wires mean power will keep coming, never stopping. It will rub and stimulate you continuously. It will make you hot, make you crazy, and make you spray that sweet liquid out over and over again, endlessly, without stopping. And I... I won’t need to use my hands at all."

He leaned down closer to her ear, his voice turning into a delighted whisper.

"I will just sit back, open my mouth, and enjoy the flow. I just drink... and drink... and drink as much as I want, whenever I want, while the machine does all the work for me. Simple, isn’t it?"

He pulled back to look at her face again, his expression one of pure, wicked triumph, looking exactly like a man who had just invented the perfect way to satisfy his own endless hunger.