Sister-in-Law Makes Dumplings
Even more humiliating, she had actually squirted during her climax.
To think, squirting was something Liu Xinru had only experienced two or three times in her entire life. It was like a "triggered skill"—only activated passively when multiple conditions aligned perfectly.
Yet now, on her very first time with Wang Yue, when she was reluctant and essentially being raped, he'd fucked her straight into squirting.
In that moment, every shred of dignity she could lose was utterly shattered.
Wang Yue didn't pull his cock out of his big sister-in-law's pussy. Stimulated by her squirt, he'd just cum but was already hardening again.
Seeing her unresponsive, he knew she wasn't fully broken yet. So he kept thrusting.
Women weren't like men—after climax, they had a refractory period (except freaks like Wang Yue). Post-orgasm, they grew even more sensitive, and continuing only ramped up their arousal.
Sure enough, after just a few strokes, Liu Xinru's pleasure surged back.
With each thrust, his cock ground heavily against every inch of tender flesh inside her pussy. The rough coronal ridge scraped layer after layer of vaginal folds, while the scorching glans battered her core...
It all felt indescribably exquisite to Liu Xinru, so good she wanted to scream.
Deep in her heart, a voice shouted: You've already lost your virginity to him, begged him to fuck you, even squirted from it—what's left to hold back? Go wild. Give in...
After her total breakdown, her willpower was frail. Swayed by that devilish inner voice, she cast aside all restraint. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms tightly around Wang Yue above her, bucking her big ass up to meet his thrusts.
"Good little brother, forget it all—big sister-in-law doesn't care anymore. Right now, I just want you to fuck my pussy. Big-cock little brother, fuck me hard!" Pressing her lips to his ear, Liu Xinru poured out her deepest craving.
But Wang Yue paused. "Big sister-in-law, I've got a circulation technique. Cooperate with me and run it."
He then explained the Dual Cultivation Technique to her.
Liu Xinru had abandoned all thought, craving only the pleasure of being fucked. Whatever Wang Yue said, she obeyed.
Though her cultivation aptitude was poor, her comprehension was fine. With Wang Yue's guidance, their true qi quickly linked through his cock and her pussy.
Once connected, the Dual Cultivation Technique ran automatically, doubling their pleasure.
Liu Xinru instantly felt her already blissed-out pussy grow even more exquisite. Craving more, she urged breathlessly, "Good little brother, quick—fuck me now!"
With the technique auto-running, Wang Yue focused entirely on his sexy sister-in-law below. Hands cupping her big ass, he pounded her fiercely.
"Ah... so good... yes... oh... little brother... harder... oh... yes... harder... mm... good little brother... you're fucking sister-in-law... so good... ah... quick... use your... cock... mm... satisfy sister-in-law... ah... I love your... big cock... dear little brother... ah... fuck... hard... ah... ah... ah... oh oh oh... oh oh oh... ah... ah... oh oh oh... ah... ah... ah... ah... ah... so sore... so numb... ah... ah... ah... ah... gonna die of pleasure... good little brother... ah... being fucked by you... feels so good... ah..." Liu Xinru went utterly wild, legs wrapping his waist, big ass thrusting up desperately, her mouth spewing the sluttiest cries.
Wang Yue was stunned. He never imagined his usually prim and proper big sister-in-law—who'd even lectured him earnestly earlier—could turn this slutty once unleashed.
Her moans drove him feral too. Gripping her massive tits like he wanted to burst them, he kneaded brutally while thrusting even harder, each plunge like he meant to impale her.
Seeing her lost in ecstasy, Wang Yue asked, "Big sister-in-law, you seem to love getting your pussy fucked. No one's done you in three years—how'd you manage? Fingers, or a fake cock?"
"At first... ah... fingers... and fake... ah... fake cock... oh... that thrust... fucked sister-in-law so good... ah... last year... uh... ah... it's been with... Yue'rou..." Realizing her slip, Liu Xinru clamped her mouth shut, reduced to moans under his pounding.
Wang Yue's heart jolted. He'd just wanted more secrets, but got a surprise.
So for the past year, big sister-in-law and second sister-in-law had been playing lesbian games. No wonder.
"Sister-in-law, no more suffering. Little brother's big cock will satisfy you from now on." Wang Yue said mid-fuck.
But Liu Xinru could barely hear, lost in the relentless pounding amplified by dual cultivation. She teetered on climax again.
"Ah... so good... my... darling... your cock... fucking sister-in-law... to death... ah... dying of bliss... mm... core... numb... ah... quick... big-cock little brother... big-cock husband... fuck harder... ah... harder... yes... yes... fuck hard... ah... sister-in-law's... cumming... ah..." With frenzied screams, her big ass spun wildly, body convulsing violently. Her saucy pussy clenched like it wanted to snap his cock, then a gush of cool yin essence flooded from her depths, dousing his fiery glans.
Spurred by her yin essence, Wang Yue grunted, pumping thick ropes of semen into her mature womb.
Maybe because he'd drained her last squirt, or less buildup this time, her orgasm was fierce but dry.
Yet as uncle and sister-in-law climaxed together, Liu Xinru's cultivation exploded—from Qi Condensation 5th layer straight to Spirit Condensation 5th layer, a full major realm leap.
Wang Yue gained hugely too—from Heavenly Origin 3rd layer to 4th layer, rivaling a full night dual-cultivating with his aunt at the same realm.
It was her first time; years of pent-up yuan yin essence supercharged it.
But now, her yuan yin was mostly spent—until she matched his major realm, she'd offer little boost.
Of course, Wang Yue wasn't just in it for dual cultivation. Ravishing women he desired was pure joy, even surpassing the gains.
Post-climax, sprawled on her plump body, Wang Yue finally got why slightly chubby women were peak. That all-over softness—even his super-goddess aunt couldn't match.
"Hoo..." Recovering from afterglow, Liu Xinru sighed. "Now I get why Xin'er loves you so devotedly."
"Oh? Why?" Wang Yue feigned ignorance.
Liu Xinru, fully unleashed, said freely, "Your massive cock is too incredible. Any woman you've fucked can't help but crave it."
"Xin'er and I aren't just about that—we truly love each other." Wang Yue defended his sister, then grinned. "So, sister-in-law—you're hooked too?"
Liu Xinru smiled bitterly inside. She feared exactly this. If Xin'er only craved sex, it'd be manageable—but she'd given her heart to her brother.
Teen heartbreak was common, but Liu Xinru doubted Xin'er would stray.
Wang Yue was exceptional: inherited handsome looks from his mom—a heartthrob level—and martial genius unmatched among Jinling's youths.
Plus that divine-tier cock—no woman would leave after tasting it.
And Liu Xinru sensed it wasn't just size/hardness. He had a unique talent amplifying pussy-fucking pleasure.
How could Xin'er want anyone else?
As for his question, she admitted boldly, "Yes, sister-in-law's addicted to your fucking. But..."
"Hold the 'but'—feel your cultivation first." Wang Yue cut in.
Liu Xinru checked, freezing like Chen Rong had. After ages, she stammered, "What... happened?"
"The technique I taught you. It amps up fuck pleasure and dual cultivates, boosting our realms fast." Wang Yue explained.
"So... more fucks from you, and I become an expert?" Liu Xinru asked, thrilled inwardly.
Grandma's pick for next-gen leader, she excelled everywhere—except martial aptitude.
A weak leader in a martial family was trouble.
Now, with Wang Yue, problem solved?
Seeing her grasp dual cultivation's perks, Wang Yue pressed, "So, no more opposing me and Xin'er?"
But Liu Xinru shook her head. "Actually, I still oppose it."
"Why?" Wang Yue grew anxious. "Don't want me with other women?"
Liu Xinru smiled wryly. "I'm just your sister-in-law. Even conquered, I'm at best a fuck buddy. No right to stop you."
"Then why oppose me and Xin'er?"
She sighed. "Xin'er's different—she's your blood sister. Our thing known would ruin me alone. Even with Yue'rou, just us embarrassed. But you and Xin'er? The whole Wang family crumbles."
Wang Yue fell silent. She was right.
Post-spiritual revival, anyone could cultivate with techniques, but men dominated martial arts.
Gender roles flipped: one-wife-one-husband on paper, but elites kept harems secretly aplenty.
Wang family cousins gone missing—Wang Yue fucking his widowed cousin's wife? She'd be the slut, family unscathed; he was the man.
Liu Xinru and Tang Yue'rou? Normal for neglected wives of busy polygamists.
Even tacitly approved—cut cheating odds.
But blood siblings? Incest intolerable outside ancient Tang secrets. Even royals hid it.
Reasons be damned—Wang Yue wouldn't abandon his sister. She'd stay forever!
"Sister-in-law, you're right. But I'll never give up Xin'er!" Wang Yue surged with intangible dominance. "If I'm strong enough to crush holy lands, who dares complain if known?"
In Liu Xinru's eyes, his boyish face turned godlike. Eyes glazing, heart pounding, she breathed, "Good little brother, fuck me again. Conquer sister-in-law completely with your big cock!"
...
Another fierce round later, Liu Xinru rose two minor layers, fully submitting to his crotch. She vowed silence on Xin'er, no meddling.
Not yet sated, she refused more pounding, flashing a mysterious smile that baffled him.
No fucking, but she kept his cock busy: handjob, titfuck, blowjob...
Every trick, milking three more loads before stopping.
Even after she swallowed the last drop from her mouth and left, Wang Yue was dazed.
Her shift tonight was wild—from defiant to begging, slutty pleaser. Martyr to whore in seconds.
He loved her whorish side, especially the contrast to her usual poise—thrilling.
Wang Yue barely grasped his massive cock's endless stamina, inner-cum recovery, and pleasure-doubling dual cultivation's devastation on women—especially those in their prime.
Mundane girls, sure—even fairy-like immortals would crave more post-fuck.
For duty-bound Liu Xinru, it was killer. If polygamy legal, she'd handpick loyal "concubines" for her brother-in-law.
Next day, all gathered at the training grounds. Wang Yue eyed Wang Xin'er, signaling "all good."
Liu Xinru smiled gratefully at Xin'er.
Yes, truly grateful now. Without her, she'd never know pussy-fucking bliss, nor skyrocket from mid-Qi Condensation mediocrity to late-Spirit Condensation expert overnight.
Her acting was flawless—no hint beyond Qi Condensation 5th layer, last night's sluttiness vanished. Poised, elegant, graceful.
Such a perfect lady-wife, fucked into a whore by him—ego boost maxed!
Besides her, Wang Yue ogled second sister-in-law Tang Yue'rou plenty.
Wang generation had three males: him and two cousins.
Both cousins lucky—stunning, excellent wives.
Liu Xinru: capable, broad-minded, family-first ideal eldest daughter-in-law.
Tang Yue'rou: gentle, demure, non-competitive caregiver—quintessential wife-mom.
So their lesbian play shocked him.
But understandable: thirties, peak horniness, widowed, comforting each other normal.
Sensing his stare, Tang Yue'rou smiled warmly. "Yue'er, what's up?"
"Nothing. Just thinking, second sister-in-law—you hit Qi Condensation 9th layer a while back. Soon another Spirit Condensation expert in the family, right?" Wang Yue chatted idly.
She smiled sweetly. "That's nothing. Second sister-in-law's over thirty, still not Spirit Condensation. Family future's on you and Xin'er."
Wang Yue chuckled. "Don't let big sister-in-law hear, or she'll be hurt."
"You!" Tang Yue'rou tapped his forehead with a jade finger, then seriously: "Big sister-in-law pours everything into kids and family. Her contributions dwarf mere cultivation."
This playful scold—common for him and Xin'er post-mischief—was her max "punishment," given her ultra-gentle nature.
He knew why: joking her sore spot—aptitude.
He'd never before, but now she was Spirit Condensation 7th, soon higher—no issue.
But Yue'rou didn't know. Unable to tell, he played pitiful. "Sorry, second sister-in-law. Shouldn't joke about big sister-in-law."
Her softness forgave instantly, stroking his head like childhood comforts. "It's fine—just don't again."
Head-pats from aunt: harmonious. From Yue'rou: different.
Petite at 1.6m, shorter than developing Wang Yue. Reaching up, she pressed close.
Her unique fragrance hit. Though short, she was plush—firm tits brushing his chest.
Wang Yue's mind raced: How do they play? Licking pussies? Fake cocks? Double-enders...?
Vivid images hardened his cock instantly.
Quick reflexes—he squatted, hiding it.
To her, he was still a kid; habit unchanged. Concerned: "Yue'er, you okay?"
"Yeah, just tummy ache." Wang Yue lied.
More worried: "Need a doctor?"
"No, I'll circulate qi—fine soon." He sat cross-legged, faking meditation.
Qi could heal minor ills, so she left him to it.
Peeking, no eyes on him. Fisting his cock lightly: "Useless thing!"
Dual cultivation ramped his urges—YYing everyone now.
Home full of top beauties—trouble brewing.
He resolved: roam outside more. Survive this year, Tianhai away from family—no issues.
Alas, plans never control fate—even reborn, impossible.
Long circulation softened his unruly cock.
No more stray thoughts—he drilled martial skills.
New techniques stalled; even aunt stumped via call.
Maybe upgrade family arts? Fuse Eight-Level Gale's traits into Jade Breaking Palm for power boost.
Idea sound—ancients fused strong moves successfully.
But his experience scant, skills few—vs. centuries-old monsters? Worlds apart.
Fusion? Tough.
Till dusk, no progress. He sighed: why'd that mystery space give only Pure Yang Technique, no killer moves?
Likely shady—without his Yin-Yang Dao epiphany drawing tribulation for rebirth, he'd be trapped as tool forever.
Training done, heading out with Xin'er, Liu Xinru caught up.
"Yue'er, Xin'er—big sister-in-law's making dumplings for dinner. Wanna try?" Then meaningfully: "Nothing beats dumplings, hmm?"
Xin'er guessed: big sister-in-law craved more post-taste, inviting for threesome.
Interested usually, but body unrestored—watching would hurt. Better skip. Dumplings no delicacy anyway. "You go—I pass."
Wang Yue got it too—her holding back last night for tonight. "Sure."
Dispersing, they walked side-by-side.
"Yue'er." Liu Xinru started, cut off.
"Just us—call me something nice." Wang Yue grinned.
"Dear little brother, good little brother, big-cock little brother—happy?" She eyed him coquettishly. "Why no Xin'er? Planned to teach her goodies."
"Fucked her hard two days ago—recovering." Wang Yue laughed. "Next time."
Liu Xinru fantasized: fucked days to recover? What bliss!
Maybe: "Big-cock little brother, fuck me ruthless tonight—let me feel back-to-back orgasms?"
"Deal—fuck you screaming 'big-cock husband'!" Alone, he groped her big ass.
Such talk plus grope—unsated from last night—her crotch heated, juices leaking.
"Stop—surprise tonight." Or she'd collapse en route. She halted his mischief.
Not dark yet, home full of martial artists—easy to spot. He behaved.
But poised lady turning slutty before him? Thrilling.
At her place, Qianqian and Shanshan already home.
Young, they bunked with mom—not independent like Yue/Xin'er.
"Little uncle!" Spotting him, the girls squealed, shoving mom aside to hug his arms possessively.
Complex feelings for Liu Xinru—yesterday, he was kid like them. Now...
"Don't worry—little uncle's staying for dinner." Smiling, inwardly: Uncle's not 'little' anywhere.
"Yay!" They dragged him to sofa, snuggling, chattering.
With nieces, Wang Yue's mind purified—pure fun chat.
Liu Xinru changed: white cotton blouse, blue-floral pants, barefoot slippers. Kitchen: gray apron, fetched premade filling/skins from fridge to board, brought to living room.
Token effort—not real dumpling fest.
"Wash your hands and help!" She called to engrossed trio.
"Dumpling time!" Girls cheered, hauling Wang Yue to sink.
He let them, mind on their mom.
Now, not prim, not bed-slut: homemaker-wife vibe, heart-meltingly alluring.
Hands washed, four at table wrapping.
First-timers, but martial dexterity shone—her demos, they matched soon.
Dozens done quick. "Play—I boil."
Girls whooped, fired up consoles, beckoned uncle.
Wang heirs' youths weren't easy—martial kids rigorous.
Qianqian/Shanshan: mornings culture with Huang Yuexiang, afternoons skills, post-8pm cultivate/sleep. Only post-training pre-dinner free play.
Wang strict, kids disciplined—unlike delinquent scions elsewhere.
Wang Yue skipped games, trailed to kitchen.
Coquettish glance: "Why follow?"
"Help." Arms round waist from back, moving with her—pot, water, fire. "Nothing beats dumplings... what's next?"
No resistance now—just his hold heated her. Teasing: "Played sister-in-law yesterday—not enough?"
"So beautiful, sexy—lifetime insufficient." Hands snaked apron sides, grasping full tits through soft cotton.
"Oh..." Moan escaped. Pouting: "Stop—kids here."
"They're game-zoned." Kneading tits, cock steel-hard grinding her fat ass through clothes. "Before eating your dumplings, wanna play the dumpling-maker."
"How?" She twisted, ass rubbing his cock.
"Fuck you! Now, here—hard!" Housewife allure inflamed him; gritted teeth.
"No—teased half-done, too frustrating." Feeble protest.
"Quick—one go." Pants and panties to knees, fingering crotch: "Says no-want—pussy soaked."
Hands on stove, bent, ass up: "Big-cock little brother—what wait for?"
Pants down, cock out—aligned dripping saucy pussy, slammed half-deep.
"Mmmph..." Blissful cry muffled by hand.
Cock re-entering—tighter than last night. Pleasure surged; hugging fat white ass, rapid brutal thrusts.
Her 1.65m legs matched his—no tiptoe like aunt, no bend like sister. Perfect.
Pity: fearing slap-echoes, no full depth.
Long cock still bottomed out, sans glans-core bliss.
Slower peaks—prolonged joy.
Liu Xinru mind-melted, hand-gagged lest daughters hear.
Girls' game shouts filtered in—stealth-fuck thrill exploded.