The longer Jun Hao’s hands moved over her body, the more intense the sensations became for Yan Jingshu. Every touch, every caress, every kneading motion—especially when his fingers glided over those sensitive, delicate spots that made her mind spin and her breath hitch—stirred her up more and more. Her body, which had been relaxed earlier, was now burning with a strange, overwhelming heat that spread from her core outward, making every inch of her skin hyper-sensitive and aching for more.

Unable to hold it back any longer, she finally spoke, her voice coming out weak, breathless, and heavy with confusion and pleasure.

"Ah... Jun Hao... why... why does my body feel stranger and stranger... hotter and hotter...?" she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut tightly, her face flushed deep red. "What exactly are you doing to me...? Everything feels... so different... so intense..."

Jun Hao didn’t stop his movements for even a second. He kept rubbing and pressing his large hands firmly against her back and waist, a knowing, amused smile playing on his lips, though his tone remained perfectly calm and professional.

"It’s completely normal, Miss Yan," he replied smoothly, his voice low and soothing. "You feel that way because I am actively stimulating your blood circulation. That warmth and speed you feel? That means the blood is flowing faster and more freely now, waking up every part of your body."

He pressed down gently on the curve of her waist, making her shiver visibly.

"I am also stimulating your nerves and energy channels, making them active and responsive. When everything is awakened and moving properly, your body naturally reacts like this. It’s a good sign... it means the treatment is working deeply inside you."

Yan Jingshu, her mind already clouded and fuzzy from the overwhelming pleasure, accepted his explanation without question. She didn’t have the clarity to argue or doubt him anymore. All she knew was that she felt incredible, and she wanted this feeling to never end.

Without her even realizing it, her desire had skyrocketed to an unbearable level. Her body moved on its own, driven purely by instinct and craving. She began to unconsciously rock her hips back and forth, slowly but deliberately rubbing and grinding her soft, plump buttocks against the hard, massive bulge that rested heavily right above her. She moved in a rhythm of pure need, seeking friction, seeking pressure, seeking that delicious sensation that made her toes curl.

Jun Hao felt every single movement of her soft rear end rubbing against his most sensitive part. He smirked wickedly, his eyes darkening with lust. He didn’t just let her do all the work—he joined in perfectly. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

He actively moved his hips in return, matching her rhythm, grinding and pressing his hard length firmly against her covered buttocks. He slid back and forth, side to side, deliberately increasing the friction between them, enjoying every second of this secret, heated exchange. It was a silent agreement between their bodies, both moving in sync, chasing the same pleasure, pretending it was all just part of the massage.

Under this powerful double stimulation—the magical touches of his hands wandering over every sensitive curve and crevice, and the relentless, delicious grinding against her most private area—Yan Jingshu’s body finally reached its limit.

A powerful tremor ran through her entire frame, starting from her core and rippling all the way to her fingertips and toes. Her body arched slightly off the mattress, trembling violently as waves of intense pleasure washed over her. Her hands, which had been resting loosely beside her head, suddenly gripped the soft bedsheets tightly, her fingers curling and clenching hard enough to crumple the fabric completely. Her knuckles turned white from the force of her grip as she bit her lip to stifle a moan.

And beneath her, hidden by the tiny fabric of her massage attire, the evidence of her arousal was undeniable. Her intimate area was now soaked completely, the thin material damp and sticky, soaked through with her own fluids. She was utterly, undeniably turned on, her body dripping with desire.

Jun Hao, however, acted as if he noticed absolutely nothing. He continued his movements with the same focused expression, rubbing his hardness rhythmically against her wet, soft flesh through the cloth. Even with the fabric separating them, the sensation was intense enough to drive them both crazy, the heat and moisture radiating up to him, telling him exactly how much she wanted this. He kept his hands moving, never stopping his sensual exploration of her skin, touching and pressing those sensitive spots over and over again, keeping her right on the edge of bliss.

Yan Jingshu was acutely aware of her own state—the wetness, the trembling, the desperate need—but seeing that Jun Hao never mentioned it, never teased her, never even acknowledged the obvious, she followed his lead. She felt a deep, burning shame rising in her chest, embarrassed by how easily she had melted and how shamelessly her body had reacted. Yet, she buried those feelings deep down. She pretended she didn’t know, pretended nothing was happening, pretended she wasn’t dripping wet and aching for him.

She buried her face deeper into the soft pillows and mattress, pressing her cheek firmly against the fabric to hide her flushed face, her half-lidded eyes, and the look of pure ecstasy written all over her features. She stayed perfectly still, save for the involuntary shivers running through her, letting him do absolutely everything he wanted to her.

After enjoying this intimate position and the delicious friction for a while longer, Jun Hao finally decided to change his approach. He slowly lifted his body away from her rear end, pulling back and ending the delicious pressure that had been driving them both wild.

He shifted his position on the large bed, moving forward until he was kneeling directly in front of her head, positioned near the top of the mattress where her face rested.

From this new angle, he looked down at her beautiful, flushed body, admiring the way she lay there completely exposed and vulnerable for him. He rubbed his hands together again, spreading the warm oil evenly, letting the scent fill the air once more. Then, leaning forward, he placed his hands back onto her skin, ready to continue his work, his touch just as slow, just as sensual, and just as intoxicating as before.