Chapter 174: Chapter 151: LUXURY, LAUGHTER, AND OBEDIENT PLEASURE

Still lying comfortably nestled against Jun Hao’s side, her body loose, warm, and completely relaxed after their intense lovemaking, Yan Jingshu reached out toward the bedside panel. Her fingers found the sleek, built-in intercom—an internal communication system connected only to the household staff, designed for her absolute convenience. She pressed the button to connect directly to the head butler’s station, her voice calm, composed, and carrying the natural authority of someone born into immense wealth and power. There was no need for long explanations; her staff knew exactly how things were done in this house.

"Prepare dinner," she instructed simply and clearly. "I will be dining with a guest. Let me know when everything is ready."

She ended the call without another word. She knew perfectly well that her order was enough. The kitchen staff would immediately understand that this meant a full, lavish banquet fit for a billionaire: a grand table set in the large dining hall, presented in courses—first the appetizers, beautifully arranged and served, then cleared away to make room for the main dishes with their rich, elaborate sides, and finally concluded with exquisite desserts and fine wines. Everything would be of the highest quality, prepared and served with flawless precision, exactly as she was accustomed to.

Next, she reached for her smartphone lying nearby, unlocked it with a swift motion, and dialed the number of her personal secretary, Suying. The call was answered almost instantly.

"Suying," Yan Jingshu said, her tone casual as if asking for something trivial, "I need you to go shopping immediately. Buy several complete sets of casual wear for a man. Get the size right for a man who is tall, broad-shouldered, and has a strong, athletic build."

She paused briefly before adding, "Make sure everything you buy is from the most famous international luxury brands. Get collections from Brioni, Loro Piana, Tom Ford, Hermès, Giorgio Armani, Ralph Lauren, Berluti—all the best labels. Shirts, trousers, jackets, knitwear, underwear, shoes, and accessories. Only the finest materials and latest designs, nothing else."

On the other end of the line, Suying was stunned, completely taken aback. She had worked for Yan Jingshu for years and knew her habits well; her boss never bought men’s clothing, let alone in such large quantities and from brands costing astronomical amounts of money. It was strange, surprising, and raised so many questions in her mind, but Suying knew her place. She was a secretary, paid to execute orders, not to ask questions or express confusion. She suppressed her curiosity immediately and replied respectfully, "Understood, Miss Yan. I will take care of it right away."

"Good," Yan Jingshu continued smoothly. "Once you have purchased everything and had it all wrapped and arranged properly, bring it all to my residence. Just leave everything right outside the door of my bedroom. Do not enter, and there is no need to wait. Just call me once you have placed the items there and leave."

"Understood, Miss," Suying confirmed obediently, and the line went dead.

Yan Jingshu set the phone down and settled back against Jun Hao’s chest, feeling completely satisfied. Jun Hao, who had listened to every single word of both conversations with wide eyes and amazement, finally spoke up, unable to hold back his curiosity and surprise any longer. He looked down at her, his voice soft and filled with genuine wonder.

"Why did you go to such lengths just to order clothes for me?" he asked gently, running his hand over her smooth arm. "You really didn’t have to do all that."

Yan Jingshu lifted her head slightly to look at him, her expression calm and matter-of-fact, as if spending a fortune that could buy a house was nothing more than buying a cup of coffee. She didn’t answer verbally at first; instead, she pointed with her delicate finger toward the corner of the room where his old clothes lay discarded in a messy heap on the floor.

"What else do you plan on wearing later?" she asked softly, raising an eyebrow. "Are you going to put those back on? Just look at the condition they are in..."

Jun Hao followed her gaze and burst into deep, hearty laughter the moment he saw them. His trousers and shirt were not just wrinkled or dirty—they were absolutely ruined. The fabric was soaked completely through, heavy, damp, and sticking together in clumps. It wasn’t water that had made them wet; it was the sheer volume of her sweet, hot nectar that had gushed out of her body repeatedly during those explosive, shattering climaxes. She had released so much, squirting and flooding uncontrollably, that it had splashed everywhere, drenching his lap, his legs, and his clothes until he had been absolutely soaked through, as if he had been standing under a waterfall.

He chuckled deeply, shaking his head as he looked back at her, his eyes sparkling with a wicked, playful glint, a teasing smirk spreading across his handsome face. "Ah... right," he drawled slowly, his voice dropping to a low, husky, mischievous tone thick with innuendo. "I remember very well now. It seems there was a very heavy rainstorm inside this room earlier, didn’t there? Pouring down relentlessly, flooding everything... No wonder my clothes are soaked and dripping like this."

Yan Jingshu’s face instantly turned bright red, burning hot from her neck all the way up to the tips of her ears. She knew exactly what he meant. The reminder of how uncontrollable she had been, how much fluid she had released, and how shamelessly she had lost herself in pleasure made her cover her face with her hands, utterly embarrassed and flustered, her body trembling slightly with shy giggles.

Jun Hao laughed louder, thoroughly enjoying her reaction. He gently pulled her hands away from her face, caressing her flushed cheeks with his thumbs. "Oh, come now, why are you blushing so much?" he teased, his tone softening into tenderness. "Don’t be shy about it. I was just joking, alright? Though I must say... it was a very beautiful rainstorm indeed."

He paused for a moment, looking thoughtful, then grinned again, shaking his head in amusement. "But honestly... if you keep treating me like this—buying me expensive clothes, feeding me like royalty, giving me everything I want and spoiling me rotten—doesn’t that make me look like... your kept man? Hahaha! Or perhaps a boy toy? Being provided for and pampered by a beautiful billionaire woman... hahaha."

Yan Jingshu stopped fidgeting. She looked straight into his eyes, her gaze intense, soft, and filled with a quiet depth of feeling that made his laughter fade instantly. She reached out and touched his chest lightly, her fingers tracing patterns on his warm skin.

"And what if I do see you that way?" she asked quietly, her voice steady but laced with emotion. "If I really did consider you mine, to take care of and spoil however I wish... would you accept that? Would you be okay with belonging to me like that?"

Jun Hao stared at her, captivated by the sincerity and possessiveness shining in her beautiful eyes. A slow, warm smile spread across his face, tender and incredibly meaningful. He leaned closer until their faces were inches apart, his voice low, deep, and filled with absolute devotion.

"For you, my darling... anything. Whatever you want me to be, whatever role you want me to play... I accept it all gladly. I belong to you completely."

He then suddenly shifted, putting on an exaggerated, dramatic display of reverence. He bowed deeply where he lay, pressing his hand over his heart and lowering his head humbly as if swearing a solemn oath or bowing to a queen, making her burst into fresh giggles at his ridiculous antics.

Yan Jingshu laughed helplessly, reaching out to push his shoulder playfully. "Oh my goodness... what am I going to do with you?" she asked, shaking her head fondly. She leaned back, her expression softening as she looked him over, her eyes filled with affection and something deeper, something that pulled her toward him endlessly. "But... perhaps this is exactly what makes you so attractive to me. You make everything fun, you make everything feel... right."

Jun Hao’s playful expression shifted rapidly into something darker, hungrier, and far more heated. He sat up straight against the headboard, his powerful, naked body fully exposed, magnificent and imposing. He reached out his hand toward her, his fingers curling invitingly, beckoning her closer with a slow, seductive motion.

"We have to wait for Suying to bring those clothes and for the dinner to be prepared, don’t we?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He pulled her gently until she was sitting right between his spread legs, her bare body pressed close to his, skin against warm skin. "Why waste this precious time just sitting around doing nothing? We could be doing something far more useful... far more enjoyable while we wait."

Yan Jingshu bit her lip nervously, her eyes darting down instinctively to the place between his legs, and her breath hitched sharply. There it was again—his magnificent manhood, already stirring and rising, thickening and hardening rapidly right before her eyes. It grew heavy, long, and incredibly hard, rising up proudly, thick veins bulging prominently beneath the heated skin, throbbing rhythmically with life and power. It stood tall and imposing, looking even bigger and more massive than before, glistening slightly with beads of clear, sweet pre-cum, radiating intense heat and an overwhelming sense of virility.

"What... kind of useful thing do you have in mind?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly, her own desire already flaring up just from looking at his perfection.

Jun Hao smirked, pure wickedness and lust shining in his gaze. He reached down with one hand, wrapping his fingers firmly around the thick, heavy base of his shaft, lifting it up to show her clearly. With his other hand, he pointed slowly, deliberately toward her soft, full, incredibly sexy lips—the lips that had haunted his thoughts since the very first moment he saw her.

"You know exactly what I want, Jingshu," he whispered huskily, his eyes dark and heavy with lust. "You know... and you want it too, don’t you?"

Yan Jingshu felt her face burn again, a mixture of deep embarrassment and a fierce, undeniable hunger rising wildly within her. She was shy, hesitant, nervous... but when she looked at him—at his confident, expectant expression, and especially at that massive, throbbing, beautiful organ standing so proudly before her, calling to her—her heart raced wildly, and her own body screamed with need. She remembered how it felt inside her, how it filled her completely, stretched her open, and brought her to heights of pleasure she never knew existed. The desire to please him, to taste him, to have him fill her mouth, overwhelmed her hesitation completely.

Slowly, obediently, she moved forward, lowering her body until she was positioned perfectly between his spread thighs, her face level with his groin. She looked up at him one last time, seeking permission, and when he only smiled and nodded encouragingly, she surrendered completely.

She leaned in, her breath hot against his sensitive skin, and finally took him in.

As soon as her soft, wet, warm lips closed around the broad, swollen head of his manhood, Jun Hao let out a long, shaky exhale, his head falling back against the headboard, his eyes fluttering shut in pure, blinding pleasure. His hands immediately rose to bury themselves deep into her long, silky hair, tangling his fingers gently into the soft, luxurious strands, holding her head tenderly but possessively.

He caressed her hair rhythmically, stroking it back from her face, smoothing it down, his touch incredibly soft, romantic, and loving—a stark contrast to the intense pleasure she was giving him. Every time she moved, every time she sucked or licked, his hands moved with her, guiding her just slightly, his fingers sometimes tightening and pressing down very gently, just enough to urge her to take him deeper, just enough to increase the pressure and make the sensation inside his mouth even more intense and mind-blowing.

Yan Jingshu was completely focused on him, determined to give him the most exquisite pleasure possible. She used everything she had—her soft, plump, wet lips stretching wide to envelop his massive size, her warm, slick tongue moving skillfully over every inch of sensitive skin, swirling around the flared, mushroom-shaped head, licking along the thick, prominent veins running down the shaft, tasting his salty sweetness. She took him as deep as she could, bobbing her head rhythmically, creating a perfect, wet, tight suction that drove him absolutely wild.

Jun Hao trembled beneath her, his hips bucking slightly in instinctive reaction, lost in the overwhelming bliss she provided. He groaned deeply, his voice rough and thick with pleasure, muttering praise that vibrated deep in his chest.

"Hah... so good... so incredibly good... absolutely wonderful, Jingshu..."