A Harmonious Family

After a tempest of passion swept through the changing room.

"Haaah... haah..." Tang Suryeon exhaled a ragged breath and leaned heavily against Tang Hwi.

Though his tight, binding embrace had loosened, his thick shaft remained buried deep inside her. Leaning against him was all she could do to catch her breath.

It was a peak of pleasure born from a thrilling, suffocating tension she had never experienced in her life. Having fully accepted her own son, Tang Hwi, as the alpha male who would fertilize her eggs, she could no longer feel any resistance to the ecstasy he provided.

Now, if Tang Hwi desired it, she was ready to spread her legs for him anywhere—even on a risky street corner where passersby might catch a glimpse, or in a room with others present.

"Mother. How about we save the rest... for tonight?"

"Are you going to tease your mother tonight as well?"

"Yes. Do you dislike it, by any chance?"

"...No."

Her delayed response wasn't due to hesitation. Rather, the lingering heat of his thick shaft still filling her womb slowed her thoughts. Though the pooling ecstasy in her mind dulled her cognitive speed, Tang Suryeon, whose senses were still fully functional, smiled and replied.

"Hearing my son say that makes me look forward to the night so much. My heart is fluttering like a foolish young girl's."

She gently tapped the back of her head against Tang Hwi's chest once, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠twice.

"You're going to plunge your mother into a soft, cloud-like bliss with this magnificent tool of yours, aren't you? This wonderful thing that can send any woman, including your mother, straight to heaven... You're going to show me plenty of filial piety with it, right?"

Now, she uttered such vulgarities without a shred of hesitation, as if she felt no resistance to them at all. Seeing her completely infatuated with him, Tang Hwi decided that it was finally time to arrange a four-way meeting.

He gently swayed his hips, letting his shaft slowly scrape against the walls of her wet canal as he agreed.

"Of course. If I don't show filial piety to my beloved mother, who else would I show it to? I certainly won't be doing it for Father anymore... so I must work twice as hard for you."

"Don't hate your father too much."

"...Pardon?"

Tang Hwi was momentarily taken ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠aback by the unexpected response. Could she still harbor lingering feelings for that man? But his concern was instantly proven to be a mere misunderstanding by her next words.

"After all, it is thanks to him that a son with such a magnificent tool was born. All so you could shower your mother with so much filial piety."

"Haha. I suppose one could look at it that way."

Tang Hwi laughed aloud at Tang Suryeon's response, catching the deep smile beneath her slightly askew human-skin mask. She truly did not regret marrying Namgung Bu-ryun anymore. Because of that marriage, Tang Hwi had been born, and now she could share a bed with him. Feeling the absolute sincerity in her words, Tang Hwi couldn't help but chuckle.

"I am truly happy to be your son, Mother."

"Do you mean it?"

"Yes." Tang Hwi's shaft throbbed inside her. "Where else in the world could I find a mother so gentle that she accepts her son's tantrums with her own sweet cunt?"

"To a mother, a son's tantrums are just another form of filial piety, aren't they?"

"..."

"..."

Once again, they silently locked eyes, a thick atmosphere of affection wrapping around them. However, all things had their limits.

Squelch.

"Ahhn~♡"

Tang Hwi slowly pulled his shaft out of Tang Suryeon and spoke.

"But we really must head out now. I'm sure the shopkeeper made up a good excuse, but if we take any longer, Sister or Ga-in might find it suspicious."

"Yes. You're right. We can't have them suspecting anything." Her tone was laced with regret, clearly implying that she would have kept going if the other two weren't waiting outside.

Yet, showing she wasn't so utterly lost in pleasure that she couldn't face reality, Tang Suryeon stood up and tightly squeezed her vaginal muscles. Sealing her entrance shut to prevent any semen from leaking out, she pulled her undergarments back on. Seeing Tang Hwi blink in surprise, she smiled warmly.

"Are you surprised your mother isn't cleaning it out?"

"Uh, yes."

"Fufu. I told you, didn't I? I want to carry my son's child."

Her usual cold, piercing aura was entirely gone. The frigid demeanor she had worn as the Sword Queen and the Patriarch of the Tang Clan had vanished without a trace. Stripped of that outer shell, she was wrapped in a warm, gentle maternal affection. This alone made her look like a completely different person compared to just a few days ago.

If yesterday she had been a cold, impenetrable, stone-cold woman, today she radiated the soft, gentle aura of a devoted wife and wise mother. She placed her hand over her stomach—specifically, her lower abdomen, right where her womb lay.

"I won't be circulating my internal energy for the time being. Given my age, conception might still be difficult... but fortunately, my son is exceptionally potent."

Tang Suryeon seductively licked her lips with her pink tongue. It was a highly alluring gesture, like a predator eyeing its prey. "You can spray plenty of your seed inside your mother's cunt, right?"

"Of course." Tang Hwi smiled brightly. "I'll do my absolute best to make sure your belly grows round, Mother."

When it came to stamina and virility, he was more confident than anyone. After a quick cleanup—using his Samadhi True Fire to instantly burn away any stray fluids—he stepped out of the changing room, leaving behind the thick, musky scent of sex that couldn't escape the enclosed space. A moment later, Tang Suryeon followed him out.

Because of the human-skin mask, her facial expression remained blank and indifferent. Yet, perhaps because of that contrast, her completely transformed aura stood out even more. The moment the shopkeeper saw Tang Suryeon, he gasped in shock.

Good heavens. What is this overwhelming sensuality...? And yet, she maintains such a blank face. A temptress! She is a man-eating temptress!

Even as the shopkeeper labeled Tang Suryeon a dangerous siren, his base, primal instincts couldn't help but envy the young master.

I am so incredibly jealous of you, Young Patriarch!

"Did you wait long?"

"I see you ended up choosing that outfit."

Soon after, Tang Ga-hui and Tang Ga-in emerged from their changing rooms. Tang Hwi quickly scanned his sisters, who were wearing the clothes recommended by the shopkeeper, and evaluated them in his mind.

Since Ga-in has smaller breasts, her top has long sleeves that almost cover her hands, but her tight, short hot pants emphasize the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠beautiful lines of her legs. She has a slender build, making her exposed legs look incredibly attractive.

On the other hand, Sister has a more voluptuous, plump figure. Like Mother, she chose form-fitting clothes that hug her curves, elevating her charm to another level. She has the least skin showing, yet she exudes a deeply seductive, secretive allure.

They were so stunning that if they walked around like this normally, they ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠would surely be renowned as the greatest beauties of Sichuan. Perhaps it was a relief that their human-skin masks toned down their appearance; otherwise, their expressionless masks combined with such provocative outfits might make people mistake them for high-class courtesans.

"You all look wonderful," he praised with a warm smile, causing all three women to stiffen. They blushed, though the human-skin masks hid it well. To any onlooker, they would simply appear as women feeling a bit awkward after receiving a compliment.

Of course, Tang Hwi, who saw right through their reactions, smiled inwardly as he turned to the shopkeeper.

"This should cover the payment, Shopkeeper."

"Thank you so much!"

Tang Hwi pulled out a coin pouch and handed the entire thing to the bowing shopkeeper before leading his family out of the boutique.

As he walked down the street with his newly dressed family, he could feel the blatant stares of passersby. Even with their faces masked, their stunning figures and clothes that draped over them like celestial robes naturally drew the eyes of every man around.

Tang Hwi subtly directed a faint wave of killing intent toward any man staring with lustful eyes, warning them off before continuing their stroll. Spotting a street stall, he pointed at the snacks and asked,

"Would everyone like to try some of those? Dinner is still a while away, and it's nice to have something to nibble on."

"Candied fruit? Your mother would love some."

"I like sweet things too."

"Brother, I don't care much for overly sweet things, so buy me something less sweet."

Because Tang Suryeon and Tang Ga-hui specialized in poison arts, their sense of taste was naturally dulled. Consequently, they tended to find highly stimulating flavors delicious. This was why they enjoyed extremely sweet snacks like candied fruit, which usually appealed to children. In a way, the development of spicy Sichuan cuisine was a byproduct of the Tang Clan's poison masters craving flavorful food.

For Tang Ga-in, who primarily trained in throwing weapon arts, spicy food was familiar, but sweet treats felt too childish and unappealing. Still, since Brother is buying... Just walking together while sucking on the sweet he bought made her feel... less like siblings and more like lovers.

With the three women agreeing, Tang Hwi immediately went to the stall and returned with the snacks. However, there were only two in his hands.

"Mother, I'm going to take Ga-in to see if there are other stalls nearby. The vendor said they only have extremely sweet ones here."

"Is that so? Wouldn't it be better if we all went together?"

"No, just the two of us will go."

Saying so, Tang Hwi sent a sound transmission to Tang Suryeon.

Was this what it felt like to lean on someone? Tang Suryeon, who was beginning to find the sense of security she had lost long ago with Namgung Bu-ryun in her son Tang Hwi, gave her permission with a soft chuckle.

Of course, she had no way of knowing...

"Ga-in. Suck it."

"...You absolute pervert of a brother. Slurrrp!"

What he was feeding her was not a solid, but a liquid.