Chapter 162: Chapter 139: SCENT, SOUND, AND SENSUAL TOUCH

Jun Hao reached over to his equipment case and took out several bottles filled with glossy, aromatic massage oils. He held them up, showing the different varieties to Yan Jingshu, his expression professional yet friendly.

"Alright, before we start properly... which scent do you prefer?" he asked softly. "I have all kinds here. Some are fresh and energizing, others are warm and calming, some are floral, some are herbal. Take your pick, whatever you like best."

Yan Jingshu was lying comfortably on her stomach, her face turned slightly to the side, her body already relaxed and at ease. She gave a casual shrug, her voice muffled slightly by the soft bedding.

"It doesn’t matter to me. Choose whatever you think is best. I’ll leave it up to you."

Jun Hao nodded with a grin. "Alright then, I’ll decide for you."

He selected one specific bottle—an oil with a rich, soothing fragrance, known for its ability to calm the mind and relax the body deeply. He set it down within easy reach. Then, his eyes wandered around the room and landed on the high-end home theater system set up neatly in the corner, looking very expensive and sophisticated.

Curious, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and walked over toward the audio system.

"Excuse me, Miss Yan... do you mind if I use this for a moment?" he asked, gesturing toward the equipment.

Yan Jingshu turned her head back to look at him, her eyebrows raised in mild confusion. "What for? What are you going to do with it?"

Jun Hao smiled, explaining as he tapped on his phone screen. "It’s a habit of mine. Whenever I work, I always like to have soft, gentle music playing in the background. It sets the mood, makes the atmosphere peaceful, and helps my customers relax even more deeply. It makes the whole experience much better."

Yan Jingshu turned her head away again, closing her eyes lazily. "Suit yourself. Do whatever you want. You can use anything in here, I don’t mind."

"Thanks!" Jun Hao replied cheerfully.

He quickly powered on the system, activated the Bluetooth connection, and within seconds, paired his smartphone seamlessly with the room’s speakers. He opened his music library and navigated to a special playlist he had curated specifically for massage sessions—filled with soft instrumental melodies, calming nature sounds, and slow, rhythmic tunes designed to soothe the soul. Soon, gentle, melodic music began to flow softly, filling the entire spacious bedroom with a warm, peaceful ambiance.

Satisfied, Jun Hao walked back to the bedside. Before doing anything else, he picked up a bottle of hand sanitizer and thoroughly cleaned his hands, rubbing them until they were dry and hygienic. He followed up by wiping them carefully with a clean tissue, ensuring absolute cleanliness before touching her skin.

Only then did he pick up the bottle of massage oil he had chosen earlier. He poured a generous amount into the palms of his hands and rubbed them together briskly. The friction warmed the oil instantly, and the beautiful, calming scent drifted into the air, mixing perfectly with the music playing softly around them.

He started his work gently, beginning with her hands. His warm, oil-slicked fingers found the pressure points perfectly. He pressed, kneaded, and rubbed with strong yet smooth movements, working out the tension in her palms, fingers, and wrists. From there, he moved down to her legs, massaging her calves, ankles, and feet with the same skilled attention.

Under his touch, combined with the calming aroma and soft music, Yan Jingshu felt incredible. Her body sank deeper and deeper into the mattress. All the stress, the burdens, and the fatigue she carried seemed to dissolve away completely. She felt light, peaceful, and incredibly comfortable, as if she were floating on a soft cloud.

After finishing her legs, Jun Hao slowly shifted his position, moving higher up the bed toward her back.

But what he did next was completely different from any therapist Yan Jingshu had ever experienced. Normally, a masseur or reflexologist would stand or sit on the left or right side of the client’s body when working on the back—it was the standard, logical, and most common position. However, Jun Hao did not do that at all.

Instead, he moved his knees forward, positioning himself directly above her lower body, right over her plump, rounded buttocks. He knelt there firmly, his strong, muscular thighs resting on either side of her soft, smooth thighs, effectively trapping her between his legs. And the most intimate part of all—his groin area, where the huge, massive bulge in his tight uniform trousers was clearly visible—was positioned precisely right above her buttocks, hovering incredibly close, almost touching the soft, covered flesh of her rear end.

Yan Jingshu, who was already in a deeply relaxed state from the previous massage and the soothing aroma in the air, suddenly felt the atmosphere change completely. She felt the heavy, powerful presence of his body looming over her, and she could distinctly feel the outline of that large, hard object pressing down from above, dangerously close to her most sensitive part.

Confused and unsettled by this strange, unfamiliar sensation, she slowly turned her head and glanced backward, her eyes widening slightly as she saw exactly how he was positioned.

"What... what are you doing?" she asked, her voice sounding soft, sleepy, but filled with genuine confusion and suspicion. "Why are you sitting like that? Isn’t it normal to stand at the side? You... you are practically kneeling right on top of me... this feels... really strange, you know?"

Jun Hao didn’t look embarrassed or guilty in the slightest. He maintained a completely serious, professional expression, as if he were explaining the most logical thing in the world.

"Ah, Miss Yan, that is how other people do it, not me," he replied smoothly, his tone confident and matter-of-fact. "I always think about these things carefully. If I stand at your side, my angle is wrong, and the pressure of my fingers will be tilted. It won’t reach deep enough into your muscles, and the result won’t be maximized properly."

He shifted his weight slightly, bringing his body even closer, making that huge bulge press and rub lightly against her covered buttocks.

"But if I position myself right here, directly above the center of your body... look, the angle is straight, my strength flows perfectly downwards, and every touch will be much more effective, much deeper, and far more maximized for you. This is my special technique, you see. Now, just relax, I’m going to start working on your back."

Yan Jingshu frowned slightly, still feeling that something wasn’t quite right, and her intuition screamed that this position was far too intimate and improper. But hearing his confident explanation, and feeling the calm atmosphere around her, she eventually decided not to think too much about it or make a fuss. She simply let out a soft hum, turned her head back down, and closed her eyes again, deciding to trust him.

What she didn’t know, however, was that everything he had just said about angles and pressure was nothing but a clever lie. In truth, Jun Hao had deliberately chosen this position for two very specific, very selfish reasons.

First, from this angle, looking down, he had the most perfect, unobstructed view right in front of his eyes—Yan Jingshu’s beautiful, perfectly shaped buttocks. They were round, firm, plump, and incredibly alluring, barely covered by that tiny bikini-style fabric. It was a breathtaking sight, a feast for his eyes that made his heart race and his blood pump faster. He was enjoying this magnificent view to the fullest, admiring every curve and soft line of her body with pure delight.

Second, and even more exciting for him, was the sensation. Right now, the outline of his massive manhood, stretching tight against his trousers, was resting directly against the soft, warm flesh of her buttocks. He could feel her heat radiating up, the softness pressing back against him, and it felt absolutely heavenly. Every small movement he made sent a wave of pleasure through his own body, making him harder and more aroused by the second.

As he placed his hands on her smooth, bare back, he smirked secretly to himself. ’This is the perfect spot...’ he thought gleefully. ’Now... it’s time to use the secret move taught by Senior Wulong himself.’

Senior Wulong was a legendary figure in their circle, famous not just for massage, but for a special, hidden technique—a series of touches, strokes, pressures, and rhythmic movements that seemed like normal massage on the surface, but were actually designed with a specific goal: to slowly awaken the body, stir up the senses, and make the customer feel increasingly hot, bothered, and eventually... incredibly horny.

Jun Hao began moving his hands. At first, it really did feel like nothing more than a high-quality, relaxing massage. His hands were warm, slippery with oil, gliding smoothly over her skin. He pressed, kneaded, and rubbed her shoulders, her spine, her waist, and her sides with strong, skilled strokes. It felt soothing, relieving tension, exactly as he promised. Yan Jingshu sighed softly, her body sinking deeper into the mattress, feeling wonderful and at peace.

But slowly, imperceptibly, the nature of his touch began to change.

His strokes became longer, slower, and softer. Instead of just pressing muscles, his hands started gliding over sensitive areas, tracing the lines of her body, grazing the sides of her breasts through the fabric, running down the curve of her waist, and caressing the top of her thighs. The movements became rhythmic, repetitive, and incredibly sensual.

And at the same time, his body above her never stayed still. As his hands worked, he subtly moved his hips back and forth, side to side. The huge, hard bulge in his trousers kept rubbing, grinding, and pressing lightly against her buttocks. Sometimes it was just a gentle brush, other times a slow, deliberate drag along the soft curves.

At first, Yan Jingshu didn’t think much of it. It felt like part of the movement, just a result of him working. But as time went on, as the music played softly and the scent filled the air, something inside her began to shift.

That deep relaxation started to turn into something else. Her skin felt incredibly sensitive, every touch of his fingers sending tingling sparks running straight to her core. Her breathing, which had been slow and steady, began to shorten and quicken slightly. A strange, warm sensation started pooling low in her stomach, spreading outward like heat, making her feel restless and hot.

’What... what is this feeling?’ she thought, confused. ’My body feels... strange. It feels heavy, but also... eager. Why does his touch feel so... good? So... electric?’

Her libido, which had been dormant for a long, long time, was being slowly but surely hooked, awakened, and pulled to the surface by Jun Hao’s skilled hands and his hidden technique. The way his large hands rubbed and caressed her skin, the way his body loomed over hers, and especially that massive, hard shape rubbing rhythmically against her softest part... it was all combining into a powerful, intoxicating spell.

She bit her lip softly, her hips unconsciously arching slightly upward, pressing her buttocks back against him, seeking more of that friction, more of that delicious sensation. Her face felt flushed and hot, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest. The peaceful relaxation she felt earlier was completely gone, replaced entirely by a deep, rising wave of arousal and desire that she could no longer control.

Jun Hao noticed her reaction instantly. He felt her pressing back against him, felt the change in her breathing, and sensed the heat radiating off her body. A triumphant, wicked grin spread across his face as he continued his work, his movements becoming even more deliberate, even more sensual, enjoying every second of seeing this powerful, dignified woman slowly melt and turn into a woman consumed by desire right beneath him.