Chapter 13: Steamy Car Ride
This time, Wang Yue didn't fuck his Yan-mom all the way to climax. Halfway through, he suddenly set Aunt Chen Rong's ass down, yanked his massive cock—pistoning away in Yan-mom's saucy pussy—right out with a fierce pull, lifted it up, and thrust it straight into Aunt Chen Rong's butterfly pussy, which he'd already licked into a throbbing, needy mess.
Chen Rong was in bliss now, but Xue Yan was going mad with frustration. "Son, don't go! Please, shove your cock back in quick!" she cried out loud.
"Mom, don't worry. I'll take care of Aunt first, then come back to fuck you," Wang Yue said aloud, though inwardly he was surprised.
He'd discovered that alternating between their two pussies made dual cultivation even more effective.
Originally, his true qi had been cycling with Xue Yan's, but he hadn't fully refined the pure yin qi she'd passed to him when he suddenly added Chen Rong's pure yin true qi into the mix.
The two strands intertwined, massively boosting his pure yang true qi—its intensity and purity jumping by over twenty percent.
And when the neutralized true qi flowed back into Chen Rong, it gave her a huge benefit too.
Wang Yue couldn't figure out why, but he didn't need to. As long as it benefited him and them, that was enough.
So he got hooked on the rotation: pounding dozens of thrusts into Chen Rong's pussy, then pulling out and slamming into Xue Yan's little saucy cunt for dozens or even a hundred more, before switching again.
It was torture for the two stunning beauties. They'd just start feeling it build, and his huge cock would leave—only to return before the ache faded.
That endless tease, never settling yet never fully satisfied, drove them insane.
But rewards came with the effort. After so many ups and downs, when Wang Yue finally pushed them both to climax one after the other, their orgasms hit harder than ever—Chen Rong, with her slightly weaker constitution, even blacked out from the sheer ecstasy.
That night, thrilled by his first taste of double-teaming, Wang Yue went wild, fucking the two beauties to seven massive squirting climaxes each—pushing them way past their limits.
In the end, both women ended up like Su Mengqing the day before: pussies swollen raw. They'd need days of rest before they could take his love again.
The sex was mind-blowing, so the dual cultivation gains were even better. And Wang Yue stumbled on the perks of their true qi mingling too.
But his realm far outstripped theirs. After a night of double dual cultivation, he only rose a bit over one layer—from Earth Palace Realm eighth layer to ninth-layer peak, bottlenecked at the Heavenly Origin threshold.
Xue Yan and Chen Rong gained far more, both smashing through the huge hurdle from Spirit Condensation Realm to Earth Palace Realm.
After dual cultivation, as they huddled together resting, Wang Yue taught them that martial technique too. From now on, it'd be standard for him and his women.
He left the name up to them—call it whatever, use any weapon they liked.
The three-day break was over. The next day, Wang Yue arrived at the training grounds feeling refreshed—only to find his sisters and cousins already there ahead of him.
So diligent, he thought. Too bad diligence can't beat cheats.
After opening the floodgates with Aunt Chen Rong and Yan-mom all night, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Then he started grilling them.
"Where've you been these past few days? You didn't even pick up my calls?" He cornered his twin sister, face stern.
Wang Xin'er wasn't scared at all. She giggled. "Why ask? Didn't someone say he's all grown up now, a real man who doesn't wanna hang with us girls anymore?"
Wang Yalan and the others burst into giggles nearby.
They all doted on their little brother, but teasing him now and then was fun.
Wang Yue's face flushed. Did I really say it that bad? Straight steel man, straight steel man!
Good thing his past life's thousand-plus years of trials hadn't added experience points but had steadied his personality—no more cringey edgelord phase like before.
"My bad, okay? I take it back. Ladies, pretend I farted it out—forgive me this once?" He grinned sheepishly.
"Huh? Since when are you so smooth?" Liu Xinru wondered aloud.
The women nodded. Wang Yue wasn't bad to them, but as the Wangs'—and even the three families'—only boy, he had some pride.
They'd sensed a change before the break but couldn't pinpoint it. Now his words hit them: he'd reverted to the sweet, sensible little brother from three years ago.
They loved this version—no one likes a cocky prick.
"We went to an all-women's gathering. Almost every martial family miss and young wife from business clans in Jinling showed up," Wang Yalan explained with a smile.
"What's the point of that?" Wang Yue scoffed.
Not from superiority—just his past-life memory: when the beast tide hit in three years, those ass-kissers fled first, leaving only the three families, military, and Adventurers' Association to fight for the civilians trapped in the city.
"Yeah, total snooze," Wang Ya'ning agreed coolly. She hated those "youth exchanges" that were really deal-making schmoozes.
"Hey, what're you whispering about? Ready to train or not?" A voice cut in—Wang Yue, the tomboy martial nut with a bossy streak.
In the Qi Condensation training grounds, she wasn't oldest or strongest, but she ruled here. And for family pride, everyone listened on cultivation matters.
Her words scattered them.
"Next break, when you go out, take me too," Wang Yue whispered to Wang Xin'er before splitting.
They'd barely started sparring when more arrived at the grounds.
Today's instructor: Xue Yan.
She wore a loose white training suit that hinted at her explosive curves—sexy yet pure.
Her graceful steps flowed elegantly.
Only Wang Yue noticed her awkward gait: legs slightly spread, her pussy still swollen from last night's pounding.
Xue Yan didn't jump into pointers. Instead, to Wang Yue and Wang Xin'er: "Yue'er, Xin'er—your little aunt's here, at your mom's. She wants you."
Xue Yan, ex-entertainer, was a pro actress. Facing Wang Yue, no sign of their night—just her usual self.
The siblings headed to Mom Su Mengyan's place and walked right in.
Su Mengyan sat chatting animatedly in the living room with Su Mengqing beside her.
A rare sight!
Su Mengyan was ethereal and detached—not cold, just aloof.
Nothing moved her but her twins and a few like Su Mengqing. She seemed above the mortal world, a fairy slumming it.
Even before appreciating women, Wang Yue saw her as perfection. Now? Every inch flawless—every smile, gesture, even a finger twitch stirred the soul without a hint of blasphemy.
Her current smile outshone the heavens.
"There you are—come sit." Su Mengyan waved her kids over, then beamed. "Good news first: your little aunt broke through. She's Heavenly Origin Realm now."
"Congrats, Little Aunt!" the twins chimed.
Su Mengqing's acting slipped—blushing at Wang Yue's fake cheer, glancing at her little lover.
Su Mengyan and Wang Xin'er just figured she was thrilled.
To dodge awkwardness, Su Mengqing pivoted. "Sis, you've been Earth Palace peak for ten years, and now I lapped you. Thoughts?"
"You're better," Su Mengyan smiled, no envy at all.
Su Mengqing sighed. "Your talent's superior—you just sealed your heart too tight. It's been thirty years since that—why still...?"
"Enough. You called them for something—spill," Su Mengyan cut her off.
Wang Yue's mind raced: Mom's got a big secret. A heart demon that changed her personality.
He burned with curiosity—wanted to uncover it, heal her.
But she clearly hated discussing it. Direct questions? Bad idea.
No sweat—ask Little Aunt later. She'd spill everything.
Su Mengqing sighed again. "Wang Clan wants Yue'er and Xin'er at Tianhai Academy, right? I figured real combat drills would boost their odds next year's exam."
"How?" Su Mengyan asked.
"My adventurer squad hits beast territory—pick beasts matching their level for practice."
"Smart." Su Mengyan nodded. With Heavenly Origin Su Mengqing escorting, no worries.
"Yay! I've wanted to check beast turf forever!" Wang Xin'er bounced.
Wang Yue knew better: Little Aunt's real goal wasn't training—it was nephew cock!
Non-break days, he was manor-bound. She couldn't sneak in, so excuse to whisk him out.
Poor Xin'er: just cover. Same realm, same exam—leaving her out would've raised flags.
Even solo, no suspicions—but Su Mengqing felt guilty.
Deal sealed: she'd pick them up tomorrow morning. Then she left—busy as Jinling Adventurers' Association president.
After Little Aunt left, Mom kept the twins, drilling wilderness survival tips endlessly.
Wang Xin'er griped at the nagging, but Wang Yue savored it.
Mom's aloofness meant she'd ignore others. For them? Fairy turned nagging housewife.
That's motherly love—pure, ordinary, profound!
That night, Wang Yue's bed stayed empty again.
Troubling: too strong a man wasn't all good.
His prowess suited ancient emperors.
One woman at full throttle needed three-four days recovery.
Double-team? Ten partners for non-stop nights. Factor periods? More.
But double dual cultivation rocked harder—what about triples, quadruples?
Women's pure yin qi fully merged with his pure yang in three minutes inside him before cycling back.
Switch every half-minute? He could handle six simultaneously without skimping quality.
Stretch yin retention to an hour? Possible with control—but split focus killed the fun. Dual cultivation for gains only? Pointless unless desperate.
Too early anyway—three partners total, two empty nights per cycle.
...
Next morning, Wang Yue met his sister, then hit the manor gate as planned.
Outside: massive black modified off-roader with Jinling Adventurers' Association logo.
Seeing the siblings, five hopped out: Su Mengqing and her four beauty teammates.
"Yue'er, Xin'er—c'mon!" Su Mengqing waved.
"Young Master Wang, Miss Xin'er," Hong Ling and the others greeted respectfully.
Publicly rogue cultivators, secretly Big Aunt Su Mengyun's elites—Su family maids.
Wang Yue and Wang Xin'er: Su cousins, half-masters. Respect due.
"Hello, sisters," the twins replied humbly—earning goodwill.
Wang Yue? They'd seen his poise—solid kid.
"Car first—talk en route," Su Mengqing said, playing strict aunt for the training cover.
Door open: huge exterior, but packed with gear—ropes, tents, cookware, weapons.
Wang Yue's Cold Moon Blade too.
And big boys: latest laser rifles.
Full power? Even Heavenly Origin dodged. Top single-soldier weapons.
Compact guns, but power packs like big suitcases—hundreds of pounds. Normies couldn't wield.
Five rifles: needed mods to haul.
Post-danger, Su Mengqing prepped extra.
Space tight: two seat rows. Five women? Roomy. Plus twins? Cramped.
"I'll drive another," Wang Yue offered.
Su Mengqing shook head. "Nah, hassle. Fits. Bai Yan drives. Xin'er and Zi Yun petite—copilot. Us four rear—not bad."
Boarded per plan.
Bai Yan: fastest reflexes, scout duty.
Wang Xin'er and Zi Yun squeezed copilot.
Rear: Su Mengqing had Hong Ling and Lu Bo flank ends; she took middle-left, Wang Yue between her and Hong Ling.
Both voluptuous bombshells—Su Mengqing scooted centerish, not even split.
Wang Yue sandwiched tight by sexy stunners.
Shoulders pressed by bouncy tits, scents of aunt's and Hong Ling's mature allure—after a night pent-up, his cock surged uncontrollably.
Quick think: he snatched a blanket from seatback storage, draped legs. No public shame.
Early June dawn: warm, not cold. Hong Ling eyed him curiously.
Status gap—she wondered, didn't pry.
Wang Yue: agony-ecstasy. Cock throbbed; tits on shoulders? Heaven.
Why no extra car? Cram like this?
Soon clear.
Blanket down seconds, a soft boneless hand snuck to his waist, slipped pants waistband, gripped his rock-hard massive cock.
He recalled: her office, pinned to window, fucking amid passersby—she'd thrilled more.
She'd awakened exhibitionist kink: riskier discovery, hornier.
Hence setup: tease nephew cock beside niece and team? Peak thrill.
But Su Mengqing's play went further—
"Yue'er, Xin'er—this trip's for combat practice. You're both Qi Condensation fifth layer, right? I'll pick same-level or slightly stronger beasts. Treat serious—no life danger, we four won't interfere." Stern lecture, auntly authority—like strict teacher.
Under blanket: tight grip, tiny fast strokes.
Contrast jacked stimulation—Wang Yue nearly blew.
He wasn't passive: yanked blanket wider, covered her black-leather-clad long legs too. His turn.
Suit one-piece—no panty access. So left hand to crotch, rubbed her bulging bun pussy over pants.
Jackpot: overlapping layers—outer leather flap, inner zipper.
Zip down quiet: hand hit wet, slick, tender mound—no panties!
Bold wear: zip could've snagged pubes. Hers? White tiger—flawless.
Prepped? Wang Yue dove in: fingers teased slit, then middle dug into her gushing saucy pussy, hooking gentle.
Thumb circled swollen clit nub.
Sneaky thrill plus pleasure: Su Mengqing bit lip, stayed stern. "Beasts differ from humans—no patterns, pure ferocity, all-out attacks. Don't fear in battle—or you're done..."
She shared beast-fighting tips, hand jerking nonstop—savoring his pussy play.
Hong Ling crew: kid stuff.
Only earnest listener: clueless tool-girl Wang Xin'er up front.
Off-roader hummed steady-fast. Su Mengqing preached sagely; Wang Yue nodded pious. Under: she jerked cock, he fingered cunt—blissful.
But bliss broke.
Wang Xin'er twisted front-to-back for aunt-talk—okay short, cramped with Zi Yun long-term.
Petite, she vaulted seatback—plopped on Wang Yue's lap.
Su Mengqing jolted, yanked hand back. "Xin'er, what? Rear's packed."
"No prob—bro's lap, listen together." Wang Xin'er grinned, wiggling ass.
Su Mengqing deflated. Xin'er on lower thighs—no cock-block. But risk skyrocketed—one scoot back, trouble.
Stopped her fun—grudgingly.
Wang Yue didn't: kept fingering aunt's saucy pussy—still enjoyed.
Xin'er inches away? Extra kick.
Multitasked: aunt bliss from nephew finger-fuck, beast lore continued.
Wang Xin'er engrossed, shifted uncomfortable—lifted ass, scooted back, resat.
Hiss—
Wang Yue nearly gasped.
Sis ass landed square on his unsoftened massive cock. Layers between, but thrill surged.
"Huh? Bro, what's in your pocket? Hard thing?" Wang Xin'er felt it, asked.
"Quit asking—listen!" Wang Yue snapped.
"Kay." She hushed, but ripples stirred.
Simple girl, clueless sex—but girls mature faster. Third Aunt's sparse physiology lessons sparked imagination.
Twin telepathy kicked in—fuzzy understanding dawned.
Pubescent teens: sex-curious, yearning.
Wang Xin'er too. Twin bro or not—craving knowledge won.
Three "lecturers" now distracted.
Su Mengqing's pussy finger-fucked to delirium—words rambling, scattered;
Wang Yue served aunt, relished sis ass on cock;
Wang Xin'er curiosity peaked—ass grinding, feeling bro's manly symbol. So big, hard—not like online pics.
Twist right: bulge hit between legs through fabrics.
Novel sensation: shiver. Flee? Too comfy—froze.
No biggie yet—but post-fortress, bumpy roads changed it.
Bumps rocked passengers; Wang Yue's hard cock thumped her thighs rhythmic.
First-timer Wang Xin'er? Overwhelmed—body quaking, heart pounding.
Scary yet addictive—spread legs wider, tighter press.
Sudden: slick gush below.
First thought: peed myself!
Face crimson, tried shift.
But pleasure swelled, body limp—stuck.
Bumps built bliss to peak.
Hit: body arched, "pee" uncontrolled—gush.
After: slumped, scooted off bro's bulge, dazed.
Best feeling ever! Wanted repeats—many!
But peed? Mortifying.
Not much—wet panties/pants, blanket soaked rest.
Another? Leak to bro's clothes.
Resisted—barely.
Her "pee" instant: Wang Yue rammed two fingers deep in aunt's saucy pussy, dug hard—pushed her over.
Felt aunt's massive squirt drench hand—pure satisfaction.
No personal climax, but cresting aunt and sis? Achievement unlocked.
Good: windows open, hot. Else Bai Yan'd sniff that office odor redux.
Wang Yue unbothered: puberty hits all. Sis just dry-humped cock through layers—like solo play. Normal.
Post-peak: Su Mengqing quit lecturing; Wang Xin'er tuned out—limp on bro, lower back teasing his hardness.
Curious: What's bro's look like? Texts only—no pics, let alone real.
Soon Bai Yan parked.
100-li from fortress: beast territory fringe.
Usual runs deeper—but kid gloves for twins. Beasts here sufficed.
"Gotta pee." Stopped: Wang Xin'er bolted to woods—handle "accident."
Su Mengqing pro: blanket cover, tissues wiped pussy and Wang Yue's hand clean, rezipped. Lu Bo none wiser.
Teammate dozed—part of plan? Knew them best.
Wang Xin'er: woods deep, sight-blocked—pants down.
Shocked: panties soaked, but sticky-slick—not pee. Sniff: musky-fresh, girly.
New panties from pack. Toss soiled white? Nah—folded, backpack bottom.
No vacation—work time.
Xin'er out: Su Mengqing picked clearing, twins center.
Hong Ling four fanned out.
Soon Bai Yan herded wolf-like beast—bigger— from afar.
"Body Tempering beast—your practice. Take it down," Su Mengqing ordered.
Twins charged, blocked wolf-beast—fought.
Earth Palace eighth for Wang Yue? Sneeze-kill fodder. "Teamed" sis: just cover greenhorn slips.
Wang Xin'er genius: talent shone. No newbie flinch—read attacks, struck: palm to skull.
Tiny hand vs. huge head—but Jade Breaking Palm, profound upper-tier. Qi Condensation fifth: wolf whined, dead.
"Great job, Xin'er. Yue'er, cut the showboating," Su Mengqing praised sis, jabbed bro.