Double-Flying with Aunt and Little Sister
"Little Aunt, need a hand?" Wang Yue couldn't resist teasing as he watched his little aunt pinning down Li Yuan'kui, though she couldn't quite finish him off. The two of them had always been locked in that love-hate rivalry over their height difference.
"Cut the chatter. This bastard's got some protective soft armor on—makes him a pain to deal with. Hurry up and help me take him out quick, before something else goes wrong!" Su Mengqing shot back.
"Su Mengqing, you really gonna go all the way with this?" Li Yuan'kui had lost all his earlier arrogance. Dodging her strikes as best he could, he half-pleaded, half-threatened, "If anything happens to me, my dad won't let you off the hook. Even if no one knows I came to Jinling, it wasn't exactly a secret!"
Su Mengqing just sneered, ignoring him completely.
At first, she hadn't wanted to burn bridges with him completely. For one, despite his obsessive pursuit—bordering on stalking—he hadn't resorted to any dirty tricks, so he wasn't exactly irredeemable. For another, she had to respect his father in the Return to Truth Realm.
But she hadn't expected the guy to stoop so low. When chasing her failed, he switched to threats—using Hong Ling and the other three girls as leverage.
There was no way Su Mengqing would compromise with him, nor abandon her four close sisters. The only option left was to kill Li Yuan'kui.
As for his warnings, she scoffed inwardly: Letting a snake like him slither away would just invite endless trouble down the line.
Wang Yue was even more straightforward. He turned back to the car, grabbed his Cold Moon Treasure Saber, and bellowed, "Little Aunt, get clear—I'll finish him!"
With that, he leaped into the air, charging straight at Li Yuan'kui.
Su Mengqing dodged aside instantly.
Li Yuan'kui sensed danger and tried to evade, but Wang Yue gave him no chance. With his current true qi purity, he could spin it five times mid-strike for thirty-twofold power, and his attack speed was down to 0.2 seconds—too fast for any ordinary martial artist to react.
A razor-sharp blade flash later, the arrogant Li Yuan'kui was cleaved clean from head to toe.
Wang Yue felt a twinge of nausea at the sight of guts and blood spilling everywhere, but his thousand years of hellish previous life had forged his spirit into unyielding steel. Scenes like this wouldn't make him puke like a newbie on their first kill.
Yeah, speaking of newbies—not you, Wang Xin'er. Your bro did the killing, so why are you the one going pale and wobbly-legged?
Seeing his sister falter, her strikes growing sloppy, Wang Yue decided to handle it all at once. He flashed over and bisected her opponent with a single slash too.
"Bleeech—" With no foe left, Wang Xin'er finally lost it, doubling over to hurl.
She'd slain plenty of vicious beasts before and watched her brother drop several foes earlier, but those had been pulped by palm strikes—no visible gore. This was different.
Seeing real blood up close—especially one split right in front of her by her brother—overwhelmed her, unleashing the nausea.
Wang Yue had done it on purpose. Without facing true bloodshed, even dual cultivation to skyrocket her cultivation wouldn't make her a real powerhouse.
So, a little cruelty now for her growth later.
"Sunny Sis, what's next?" Hong Ling and the others stepped up, asking.
Anxiety gnawed at them, gratitude flooding toward Su Mengqing: She's doing all this for us!
"Relax. I'm the president of the Jinling Adventurers' Association, after all. No evidence, no proof—even if Li Chonghe suspects something, he won't dare touch me lightly." Su Mengqing waved it off casually, though her eyes flicked to Wang Yue again.
With her nephew-husband around, a few more intense fucks would push her to Return to Truth Realm soon enough. What was there to fear from that old ghost Li Chonghe then?
Hong Ling and the girls had no clue their revered captain's mind was full of her own nephew's massive cock. They fretted on, powerless to help.
"You girls look after Xin'er. Yue'er, help Little Aunt clean up this trash," Su Mengqing directed, sending Hong Ling's group to get the spent Wang Xin'er into the car for rest while assigning Wang Yue a task.
Her "trash," naturally, meant the seven corpses, including Li Yuan'kui's crew.
Li Yuan'kui and his counterpart—bisected by Wang Yue—were straightforward enough. But the other five had been shattered by Jade Breaking Palm force. Any expert would spot it instantly.
Wang Yue nodded, grabbed some rope, bound their legs together, and dragged the lot behind his little aunt.
They found a nearby ravine riddled with vicious beast tracks and dumped the bodies in.
"What a shame." Su Mengqing eyed Li Yuan'kui's halved form and sighed softly. "That soft armor of his was top-notch."
Wang Yue scoffed. "Shame? I could slice it in half right now. Give it a few days, and it'd be no tougher than paper."
Neither had given Li Yuan'kui's death a second thought from start to finish—the creep deserved worse.
They didn't leave right away, sticking around to watch the beasts devour the corpses completely.
No one among them could match a Return to Truth Realm expert yet—better safe than sorry.
They found a vantage overlooking the ravine. Su Mengqing sat first, then pulled Wang Yue onto her lap, cradling him like when he was little.
Since their relationship began, Su Mengqing had developed this odd kink, treating him more childlike than ever.
Wang Yue found it exasperating yet thrilling—that "little colt pulling a big cart" vibe revved him up.
Su Mengqing probably felt the same.
Though cradling him child-style, her hands were anything but innocent. They slipped straight into his training pants, grabbing his soft cock and stroking gently. "This naughty thing caused trouble again last night, didn't it?"
Wang Yue knew he couldn't hide his romp with his sister from her. Feigning fear, he said, "Little Aunt, you won't tell Mom and get me shipped to the German orthopedics ward, right?"
"Even if legs need breaking, it wouldn't be your mom doing it—your grandma would beat her to it." Su Mengqing pumped his now-hardening massive cock, chuckling. "Don't forget, you didn't just fuck Mom's daughter—you fucked Grandma's too."
"Gotta clarify: Grandma's got three daughters." Wang Yue corrected.
Su Mengqing pinched his cock, huffing. "Knew you weren't up to any good, still eyeing my two big sisters. So, you wanna fuck Mom or Big Aunt more?"
Wang Yue grinned, reaching under himself to grope her plump bun pussy through her thick combat suit. "I wanna fuck my Little Aunt!"
Her prior injury hadn't been as deep as the office romp, and two days' rest had her nearly healed.
His touch ignited her itch instantly.
But Wang Xin'er and the girls were waiting back at camp. Su Mengqing craved multiple rounds with her nephew—a quickie would just leave her hornier. "Not now. Come find me tonight."
"But I'm so swollen it hurts." Wang Yue thrust his gripped cock pathetically.
"Fine, you win. Up you go—Little Aunt'll help." She released him.
Wang Yue stood, dropping his training pants and underwear to his knees, thrusting his rigid massive cock to her lips.
Oral wasn't hard to pick up—Wang Yue had taught her during their field fuck. She parted her lips expertly, taking her nephew's cock inside.
…
Long minutes later, Wang Yue growled low, pumping hot, thick cum rope after rope into her sexy little mouth.
Knowing his tastes, Su Mengqing didn't pull away, sucking tight till he finished, then swallowing every drop with a gulp.
By then, the ravine corpses were beast chow—clothes shredded, no traces left.
If Li Yuan'kui knew from beyond the grave that his untouchable goddess had blown another man nearby—complete with a cum-guzzling finish—he'd probably rise just to die again.
…
Back at camp, Wang Xin'er had mostly recovered, her lively spark returned.
"Bro, what saber art was that? So badass!" She pounced into his arms on sight, arms around his neck, legs wrapping his waist—just like last night when he'd held her for pussy-pounding.
She knew their bond had to stay secret, yet she grew clingier by the day.
Wang Yue smacked her little ass playfully. "Eight-Level Gale. Wanna learn?"
Hong Ling's group found the name odd.
But Wang Xin'er, who'd tasted her brother's raging cock firsthand last night, got it instantly. Blushing, she said, "Bro, quit joking."
"No joke—that's what I named it." Wang Yue explained. "It's that technique. Here, I'll teach you."
Wang Xin'er hopped down eagerly, ready to learn.
Su Mengqing told Hong Ling's crew, "You learn too. You'll need it later."
"Us too?" The four exclaimed. Such elite techniques were family or sect secrets—they were Su family affiliates at best, outsiders really.
Su Mengqing smiled without explaining, gesturing for them to follow Wang Yue.
He began instructing. It wasn't complex—the key was true qi control. Two run-throughs, and all five had it down.
No weapon restrictions—even barehanded worked, though suboptimal.
Wang Yue favored saber for the dominance, but palms, fists, or feet worked fine.
Wang Xin'er preferred palms—no dedicated weapon.
Composing herself, she cried out and palmed the empty ground ahead.
Boom!
A massive crater erupted from her palm force.
"Whoa!" Wang Xin'er stared at her little hand in disbelief.
Hong Ling's group paled by comparison.
Weaker cultivation, inferior qi purity—they couldn't even spin qi once. Their strikes were just basic qi blasts, no better than old techniques.
"Guess our talent's nowhere near Miss Xin'er's," Zi Yun moped.
Su Mengqing laughed. "Not about talent—pure qi control. Raise your purity, and it'll scale up."
"That one?" Hong Ling ventured, recognizing it by reputation.
"Yep, learned it myself." Su Mengqing nodded. "Name it whatever—once purity rises, it'll be your signature move."
The four inwardly groaned: If purity were easy, it wouldn't be dismissed as gimmicky.
Wang Xin'er asked, "Little Aunt, Bro calls his Eight-Level Gale—what's yours?"
Su Mengqing smiled. "Enemy Loves King Yue."
Hong Ling's crew scratched heads at the weird names from this aunt-nephew duo.
Wang Xin'er caught the wordplay, reciting backward: Wang Yue Loves Enemy... Wait—Wang Yue's love interest?!
Her heart jolted. Little Aunt loved Bro too? Otherwise, why name it that?
And teaching it to Hong Ling's girls? Must be deeper—useless without purity.
Dual cultivation—er, pussy-fucking—boosted purity massively.
Wang Xin'er burned to confirm her "secret," but held back for now.
Lesson done, they resumed the interrupted trek.
Su Mengqing handed Wang Yue and his sister custom combat suits. "Beast density ramps up ahead—real fights anytime. Ditch the training gear; swap to these."
They took them, changed in the car one by one, then piled in and rolled out.
Like the ride in, Wang Yue wedged between voluptuous stunners Su Mengqing and Hong Ling—but this time, she scooted toward Lu Bo, easing the crush.
Wang Xin'er, hooked on real pleasure, scorned mere grinding now. She sat properly up front with Zi Yun.
Wang Yue nursed schemes. His suit matched theirs in toughness but was far thinner—under a third as thick.
Others' were similar to his.
Little Aunt wouldn't play favorites, and thicker suits offered marginal protection—especially for a Heavenly Origin Realm powerhouse like her.
Odd. Martial artists past Spirit Condensation Realm ignored heat or cold—why wear so thick in this swelter?
His gaze drifted to her curves hugged by the black suit. Lightbulb: She had to wear thick.
Blame her heavenly assets—that premium bun pussy.
Too plump and puffy; thin, tight fabric would outline it perfectly.
Wang Yue's mind raced: Little Aunt in thin yoga gear, dancing or splitting for him? Scenic as hell!
Lost in fantasy, the car pushed two full hours before halting on flat ground.
Five hundred-plus li into beast territory—matching their prior peril spot.
Su Mengqing was Heavenly Origin now, plus Wang Yue at the same and Wang Xin'er in Earth Palace. They could go deeper.
But last time's scare made her cautious.
With Wang Yue, rare resources lost appeal. For battle honing? Sure. Otherwise, why risk when daily lazy dual-cultivation with her nephew-husband—blissful pussy-fucks boosting cultivation faster?
Out of the car, Wang Yue eyed Wang Xin'er per his hunch: Yep, a subtle mound at her crotch—her mini bun pussy's shape.
Little Aunt? Seamless. Without stripping her, who'd guess this battle goddess hid a man-slaying bun pussy?
"Nope—back home, get Xin'er custom thick suits too. Let other guys glimpse that? Disaster!"
Wang Yue seethed possessively. All women here but him, or he'd make her switch back.
Beast numbers spiked—Qi Condensation and Spirit Condensation everywhere, even occasional Earth Palace.
Hong Ling's group cringed: Meant to mentor the young master and miss, now sidelined.
The kids preempted every kill.
They even left all cultivation resources—beast cores—from the carcasses for the girls.
Captain too: That pearl from the prior Heavenly Origin beast? Handed off for their free use—prime spirit stones, huge for Heavenly Origin cultivation.
Nearing noon on arrival, slow grinding for experience meant evening by a few waves down.
Dinner done, denser wards up, all hit tents.
Wang Yue waited under an hour before Wang Xin'er's petite form slipped in.
"Brooo~" she cooed spoiledly, burrowing into his arms, whispering hot in his ear: "My pussy's itchy again. Fuck me tonight?"
Wang Yue sighed inwardly. Like Little Aunt's kid-treating kink, sis turned bold as brass at night.
Daytime: normal girl, just clingy. Night: proactive vixen, spewing filth shamelessly.
He loved it—pure elf-girl begging for cock with dirty talk? Instant hard-on.
Last night one orgasm to sleep—no limits hit. Round two? Easy.
But he teased: "Pussy-fuck fine, but new spot tonight."
"Where?" she chirped.
"Little Aunt's." Wang Yue grinned. Her naming slip earlier? No accident—wanted sis to know.
Even that "other guys" spiel days back? Bait to push him into claiming sis sooner.
She hadn't expected sis to beat him to it.
Why push it? Time to ask.
"Hmph, knew you two were banging!" Wang Xin'er huffed, then gossiped eagerly: "Bro, she's our aunt—how'd it start?"
"Ask her yourself soon." He patted her ass, got her off, and snuck them to Little Aunt's tent.
Inside, Su Mengqing ditched her signature black combat suit for a sheer lavender slip nightie, reclining sideways—long, straight snow-white legs mostly bare.
This look shed battle-goddess edge for doubled allure, stunning Wang Yue speechless.
"Yue'er! Come sit by Little Aunt." She cooed maternally.
Excited despite himself, he sat close, arm snaking her waist.
"Little Aunt, me too!" Wang Xin'er piped, stepping up.
Hidden behind him earlier, Su Mengqing blinked, then beamed: "Xin'er, other side."
"Wanna sit by Bro." She plopped opposite.
The big and little beauties sandwiched him, chatting away.
"Little Aunt, how'd you and Bro get together? Sneaky crush like me?" Wang Xin'er pried.
"Nonsense—a kid like him? No way." Su Mengqing lied through her teeth, sighing wistfully. "Little Aunt had no choice—raped by this brat, stuck with him now."
"Raped?!" Wang Xin'er gaped wide-eyed.
Wang Yue grinned wryly. "Was saving you, remember?"
"Did I consent?" she pressed.
"You were out cold—how?"
"Exactly." Su Mengqing smirked triumphantly. "Xin'er, judge: Guy fucks a girl without asking—is that rape?"
"Bro shoved his cock in your pussy while you were passed out?" Wang Xin'er asked, face weirded out. Bro's ballsy.
Such raw filth? Su Mengqing loved it private with Wang Yue for spice.
But with Xin'er? Shy. Yet the girl blurted it fearlessly.
Blushing, she nodded. "Yep."
"Totally rape." Wang Xin'er nodded solemnly, then giggled. "But Little Aunt, you got addicted to Bro's fucking after, right?"
Truth stung—Su Mengqing spat, "Bullshit!"
"No lie—with your temper, if not hooked, you'd have snapped his legs!"
"No pity for Little Aunt?" she pouted dramatically.
Wang Xin'er shook head. "Pity? Jealous!"
"Of being raped?"
"Nah—Bro fucked you mid-coma." Wang Xin'er shuddered. "Sober? That huge cock rips you—felt my pussy split. You skipped pain, straight to bliss."
Loosening up, Su Mengqing spilled: "Some bliss—second time still hurt like hell, cock that massive."
"No way. Bro's gentle—I bet shallow pumps first, till your pussy itched, then deeper bit by bit?"
"Brat wasn't gentle—turtle head rammed in. Felt like pussy exploding, same as you."
"Poor Little Aunt—even unconscious, no escape. But why let him after? Didn't know pussy-fucks felt that good yet?"
"Said dual cultivation boosts cultivation fast. Already fucked, might as well try if true."
"And?"
"It does... and..."
"His fucking's heaven—even sans cultivation boost, you'd beg daily?"
"Spot on, Xin'er. Addicted to his big dick."
"Love Bro, or just his cock? If no more fucks—or not as good—still love him?"
"Probably, yeah."
…
The duo bonded deeper, soon chin-on-thigh flanking Wang Yue, faces close, yapping.
Wang Yue throbbed harder, snapping pants and underwear with dark force.
His thick, long massive cock sprang up, wedged between their stunning faces.
Su Mengqing, pussy soaked from dirty talk, lunged—lips wrapping her dreamed-of prize.
Wang Xin'er gawked. "Little Aunt, sucking Bro's cock feel good for him?"
Shed savored his blowjobs but never given one.
Su Mengqing bobbed, then regretfully released the spit-slick glans. "Loves it."
"Me too!" Wang Xin'er dove in, mimicking—tiny mouth maxing half the head, no further.
"Easy, Xin'er—no deepthroat yet. Suck and tongue the glans." Like teaching toddler Xin'er, but cock-sucking now.
Quick learner, Wang Xin'er slurped noisily, swirling her slick little tongue.
Basics taught, Su Mengqing let her solo, rising to French Wang Yue.
Bliss overload: sis's mouth on cock, aunt's lips on his—yet greedy hands mauled her overflowing tits through the slip, then hiked skirt to finger her dripping hairless tender pussy.
Writhing snakelike, Su Mengqing begged his ear: "Yue'er, good boy—Little Aunt can't take it. Pussy's aching—fuck me with that big cock?"
He patted his diligently sucking sis. "Xin'er, pause—Little Aunt needs relief first."
She popped off reluctantly. "Why her first?"
"She's Little Aunt—Mom's sis. We honor her, right?"
"True." Wang Xin'er agreed amiably.
Su Mengqing—lover of ponyplay—melted at "Mom's sis" and "honor," petting their heads. "Good kids—both of you!"
Wang Yue stripped her slip off—unbound massive tits bouncing free.
"Whoa! Huge!" Wang Xin'er gushed, envious.
"Yours'll grow that big." Su Mengqing assured.
"Really?" She eyed her flat chest doubtfully.
"Duh—Little Aunt, Mom, Big Aunt, Grandma—all stacked. Family genes. Can't stay small."
While they chatted, Wang Yue bared her fully, laying her back.
"Whoa! So plump, gorgeous pussy—Bro's obsession makes sense. If I had a cock, I'd fuck it too."
"You got pussy—so share Bro's fucking with Little Aunt." She quipped, urging: "Yue'er, good nephew—fuck Little Aunt!"
He spread her sexy long legs, kneeling, cockhead nudging her pale bun pussy. No hands needed—smooth slide in.
"Ohhh..." Nephew's entry drew her moan. "Faster—fuck me!"
He pounded, massive cock pistoning her juicy plump depths.
Wang Xin'er stared mesmerized at the thick shaft ravaging Little Aunt's bulging pussy.
First time watching Bro fuck another—nearly as thrilling as her turns.
Little Aunt's split slit revealed watermelon-fresh tender meat, drool-worthy.
Inevitably, she dove, head at junction—lapping aunt's juicy saucy pussy, then Bro's thrusting cock.
Su Mengqing—already cock-blissed—lost all restraint to niece's tongue-lashing, wailing shamelessly: "Ah... ah... harder... oh... good hubby... fuck Little Aunt's saucy pussy... ah... my dear hubby... ah... love your... big cock to death... ah... so good... ah... never... this blissed... ah... fuck me dead... wreck my saucy pussy... quick..."