Martial Artists and Commoners
Now, with the climax over, the fire in her body had temporarily eased, and her mind cleared once more.
"Big sis, what the hell was that thing?" Tang Yue'rou asked. Her eyes were still blindfolded, leaving her in total darkness—a void that suddenly filled her with an inexplicable fear.
Liu Xinru released Wang Yue and walked over to Tang Yue'rou's side, chuckling. "Want to see the mystery gift's true face?"
"Show me already!" Tang Yue'rou said urgently.
"Alright, mystery gift... reveal!" Liu Xinru yanked off the black cloth covering Tang Yue'rou's eyes.
Tang Yue'rou squinted at first, adjusting to the brightness. When her vision cleared and she saw a real man right there—and not just any man, but Wang Yue—she let out a sharp scream. "Yue'er? How is it you?!"
Luckily, in a house like this with multiple residents, the soundproofing between rooms was top-notch. Otherwise, that shriek would've woken little Wang Jingjing next door for sure.
"Sis, did it feel good just now?" Wang Yue grinned at his second sis-in-law's beautiful eyes, then mischievously thrust his hardening massive cock deep into her pussy for emphasis.
Fresh off her orgasm, Tang Yue'rou's pussy was hypersensitive. That single thrust sent a shiver of pleasure rippling through her.
But she still couldn't accept the reality. "This... this can't be happening. How is this even possible..." she murmured.
"What's impossible about it? You were just begging Yue'er to fuck your saucy little pussy hard with his big dick," Liu Xinru teased.
Remembering her own shameless pleas, Tang Yue'rou flushed crimson, her pretty face burning as if it might drip blood. She wished she could crawl into a hole and die.
Unfortunately, with her acupoints sealed, she couldn't even cover her face with her hands. All she could do was squeeze her eyes shut, refusing to look at Wang Yue or Liu Xinru.
"Stop overthinking it. You've already been fucked by him anyway—just enjoy it," Liu Xinru consoled her, then turned to Wang Yue. "Big-dick little bro, your second sis hasn't had enough yet. Fuck her again. But first, teach her that cultivation technique of yours."
She'd orchestrated tonight's show for two reasons: first, to let Tang Yue'rou taste the same mind-blowing bliss she'd discovered; second, to pair her with Wang Yue for dual cultivation.
The three great families of Jinling weren't in dire straits yet, but with nearly all the men missing, their influence in the city had been steadily shrinking over the past three years.
The root cause? A shortage of top experts to hold down the fort.
Pairing Wang Yue and Tang Yue'rou was a win-win: Tang Yue'rou got long-denied sexual satisfaction, and the family gained another powerhouse. Liu Xinru, with her strong sense of family duty, was all too happy to make it happen.
Wang Yue nodded. He began slowly thrusting into his second sis-in-law's pussy while imparting the dual cultivation technique.
Tang Yue'rou's mind was a whirlwind; she didn't actively cooperate. But the technique was simple, and with Wang Yue's guidance, their true qi linked up in short order.
As the qi flowed through her meridians, the sealed acupoints unlocked on their own.
Yet she didn't push Wang Yue away. Instead, she lay there quietly, savoring his exquisite thrusts.
Logic screamed that she couldn't keep going like this with him.
But the pleasure of his cock pounding her pussy was irresistible—and with their qi connected, it doubled in intensity. A few gentle strokes were enough to make her lose herself.
Now that his second sis knew the truth, Wang Yue had no reservations. He leaned down, pressing against her petite, voluptuous body, then rolled over so they lay face-to-face. He lifted one of her jade legs over his waist, his cock still buried deep inside her.
Then he had his big sis hug him from behind, her sexy curves and massive tits pressing tight against him.
Sandwiched like a creamy filling between his two stunning, sensual sisters-in-law, feeling their warm, soft bodies' divine touch, Wang Yue felt like he was ascending to immortality.
After one blissful fuck, Tang Yue'rou had little resistance left to his massive cock. With Liu Xinru's constant coaxing and temptation, she soon cast aside her doubts and threw herself into the threesome frenzy.
That night, Wang Yue reveled in his two gorgeous, sexy sisters-in-law's tenderness. He gave his all, pumping five or six loads into each of their—one pink, one red—saucy pussies until their three years of pent-up lust were utterly spent and they could take no more.
Absorbing years of his second sis's yuan yin essence, Wang Yue's cultivation surged another realm, reaching the fifth layer of Heavenly Origin.
This put him on par with the family's strongest, Liu Ruoshi. And thanks to his ultra-pure true qi, his actual combat power likely surpassed his grandma's by a wide margin.
Too bad his sisters-in-law shared no blood ties with him, missing that origin bonus. Dual cultivating with them barely refined his qi purity.
But the women reaped massive gains. Wang Yue's far superior cultivation propelled them both straight to Earth Palace realm in just one night.
After the passion, the two lay one on each side of Wang Yue's chest, Liu Xinru's little hand still clutching his ever-erect massive cock.
She was utterly addicted now. If her body could handle it, she'd want this dick forever lodged in her pussy, never pulling out.
"I can't believe I skipped right over Spirit Condensation. Feels like a dream," Tang Yue'rou murmured, her small hand stroking Wang Yue's chest.
She'd climaxed six times tonight—body and soul now inseparable from him.
What she really meant was fearing this peak pleasure was a dream, but she was too shy to say it outright, so she hid behind talk of cultivation.
Liu Xinru shook the big dick in her grip. "Then let big-dick bro fuck you again—see if it's real."
"No, no more!" Tang Yue'rou begged. "I really can't take it. One more and I'll die."
Wang Yue's hands each cupped one of his beauties' tits, kneading gently. "No rush. We've got plenty of time. Can't devour all the best treats in one go."
"Xinru sis, thank you," Tang Yue'rou said suddenly.
"For what?" Liu Xinru blinked innocently, though she knew.
"For sharing Yue'er with me—sharing this massive cock. Without it, I don't know how I'd go on." Tang Yue'rou was blunt, reaching out to join Liu Xinru's hand on his shaft.
"Hey, after all that, you two only like my dick?" Wang Yue pinched their tits in mock protest.
Liu Xinru shot him a coquettish glance. "What else? You're just a kid—what's there to like besides that big dick?"
"Deep down, you're still the boy we watched grow up, not quite grown yet," Tang Yue'rou added with a gentle smile. "We treat you like a little brother—or even our own son. But we can't resist this cock's temptation. It's... complicated."
Similar to his mom Xue Yan or his aunties.
Wang Yue didn't mind—in fact, he loved it.
Love was fleeting anyway. Even the most passionate flames either faded or mellowed into deeper, bone-melting kinship.
Skipping the "love" phase, they enjoyed familial bonds with on-demand ecstasy—no cloying daily clinginess. Pure bliss.
To repay his pleasure-giving, his sisters-in-law jerked him off one last time before exhaustion claimed them.
As for their three-year nightly solo cultivation routine...
With little bro's massive cock, who needed it?
As dawn neared, Wang Yue slipped back to his quarters.
Sitting on his bed, he pondered his future.
Now a fifth-layer Heavenly Origin powerhouse, his true combat strength made him untouchable in Jinling without a Return to Truth bigshot around.
Yet he could do jack shit with it.
He couldn't flaunt this power publicly, let alone bet on martial duels.
Hunting spirit beast nests? His level was still too low.
The beast territory's outskirts had been scoured countless times by elites. Deeper in? Even Return to Truth experts risked death.
So after much thought, Wang Yue decided: dual cultivate to higher realms first, then branch out. Steady wins.
The three-year deadline was far off—no need to rush.
But his partners—now including two more sisters-in-law—were still too few. Tonight, he'd be sleeping alone for sure.
"Time to line up more dual cultivation partners. Wonder how things are with little aunt."
He eyed Hong Ling and her crew.
As his cultivation rose and partners multiplied, the kid seemed hornier than ever. Past hesitations gone—he'd fuck any beauty he fancied who didn't object.
Of course, spoiled by his family's stunners since childhood, few women measured up.
"Young Master Three, breakfast is ready," came a sweet voice from outside.
With two older hall brothers, the servants called him Young Master Three.
"Got it, coming out." Wang Yue straightened his clothes and opened the door.
Breakfast was laid out on the table, a pretty figure standing by.
A girl in her twenties, slender and about his height. Even by his standards, she scored an 85—same league as Hong Ling and the others.
This was Li Menglan, one of his maids handling his daily needs, the longest-serving since he was under ten.
Wang family rules were strict, but fair to servants. Girls like Li Menglan signed indentures but kept their surnames—unlike orphanage kids who took Wang.
"Lan sis, eat with me." Sitting down, Wang Yue invited her. Years together, they were more siblings than master-servant.
Li Menglan dropped formalities around him, smiling as she joined for breakfast.
Midway, Wang Yue sensed something off. Her sweet smile was the same, but a faint worry shadowed her brow.
"Lan sis, something wrong?"
She shook her head hastily. "No, Young Master. Why do you ask?"
Her quick denial confirmed it. Wang Yue grew serious. "Lan sis, you're like blood family to me—like a real big sis. We're fated, remember? Tell me what's up."
His "fated" bit was just her name: "Meng" from his mom's, "Lan" from his sis's. At eight, picking his personal maid, he'd chosen sixteen-year-old Li Menglan on that whim.
Childish, sure, but everyone accepted it over the years.
"Young Master, sorry." She apologized instead of explaining.
"What for? Did you find some guy and wanna leave me?" Wang Yue half-joked.
"Never! I'll never leave you." After a pause, she continued. "It's... family trouble. I know once in the Wang family, that's it—no ties to the old life. But..."
This era, indentured servants cut all family links. Contact was forbidden.
Wang Yue didn't care. "What happened?"
"My little brother got hit by a car—badly hurt."
Wang Yue relaxed, grinning. "That's all? Short on medical cash? I'll cover it. Send healing meds too—he'll be bouncing tomorrow."
Martial artists' meds were miracle cures for civilians. One breath left? Instant recovery.
But Li Menglan shook her head. "Injuries are fine, but the guy who hit him—some gang bigshot. No payout. Says my bro wrecked his car, demands we cover his losses. Price is impossible."
"The hell?" Wang Yue frowned. "Doesn't he know your Wang family connection?"
Law severed indentured ties, but reality bent. Successful servants often supported families—and Wang was one of Jinling's three martial clans. Daring to mess with their kin? Suicidal.
"Not sure. Mom had no choice but to send word via middleman—didn't say much."
Wang Yue finished eating, wiped his mouth, and stood. "Let's go."
Li Menglan blinked. "Where?"
"Your place. You're mine—their family is mine. Whoever bullies them, I crush."
Her heart warmed, eyes misting.
Like he saw her as sis, she saw him as little bro—deeper than her real one.
This boy she'd raised was now her protector. A profound sense of security bloomed.
Wang rules were strict; outings needed Granma Liu Ruoshi's okay, especially school days.
But hearing the story, Liu Ruoshi approved instantly, sending premium spirit meds.
Li Menglan, already loyal to the Wangs, vowed eternal devotion.
In the hovercar, Wang Yue drove Li Menglan from the estate toward downtown.
"Lan sis, who's left at home?" He realized he'd neglected her background.
Not his fault—she'd been Wang family when they met. Rules barred old talk anyway.
"Dad died young. Mom raised me, my little bro, and sis. I was sixteen, sis nine, Mom jobless..." She trailed off.
Wang Yue got it: desperation drove her to sell herself.
Maybe they were fated.
Her old home wasn't a slum—a decent complex.
Made sense; Wang pay was generous, enough for years.
Following the address, Wang Yue parked at a residential block, heading to unit 3-B on the third floor with Li Menglan.
He knocked.
"Who is it?" A woman's voice, wary.
Tears streamed down Li Menglan's face. Choking, "Mom, it's me—Menglan."
"Menglan?!" The door flew open.
A plainly dressed woman, graying hair, wrinkled face—aged beyond her years.
"Mom!" Far older than remembered, Li Menglan hugged her, sobbing.
Wang Yue sighed inwardly. Per his knowledge, Li Menglan's mom was early forties—like his Xue Yan.
Yet Xue Yan looked under thirty; this woman, a decade older than her age.
Still, solid foundation—must've been a beauty, birthing Li Menglan.
"Sis, is it really you?" A timid voice from behind.
Wang Yue looked: a girl, ninety percent Li Menglan's looks, but mid-teens. High school uniform, body developed well—way past Wang Xin'er's (Wang Xin'er: Rude much?).
Li Menglan snapped out of it, wiping tears. "Young Master Three, this is my mom He Qiong, my little sis Li Yingying."
Wang Yue smiled. "Auntie He, hi."
"Mom, this is Wang family's Young Master Three."
"Young Master Three?!" He Qiong panicked, flustered. "Young Master, my fault! No choice but to contact Menglan—don't blame her!"
"Auntie He, no need. Lan sis raised me from eight—we're like blood. Her problems are mine." Wang Yue waved mildly. "Treat me like family."
His warmth left He Qiong and Li Yingying dreamstruck.
A Wang young master—noble martial artist. They were untouchable gods to commoners, barely glancing their way.
This one? Approachable angel.
"Mom, let's go inside." Li Menglan took Wang Yue's cue—not erasing class lines, but showing family her good life.
He Qiong, caught in emotion, forgot hospitality. Reminded, she ushered them in.
Wang Yue scanned the two-bedroom-one-living setup. Old, worn furniture, but spotless and cozy.
"Mom, where's Gang?" Li Menglan asked at the door.
He Qiong's face fell. "His room. Hurt all night—finally asleep."
"I'll check." Li Menglan paused. "Which one?"
Bought after she left, layout unknown.
"That one." He Qiong pointed.
In the room, Wang Yue—right behind—saw "little" Gang.
He'd pictured a scrawny, meek kid.
This? A nearly two-meter behemoth, bandaged mummy-style, yet bulkier and fiercer than Li Yuan'kui.
No delicate features like his sisters—a stern square face, furrowed brows even in sleep. Pain lingered.
Li Menglan peeked without waking him, returning worried. "How's it so bad?"
"Just surface wounds." He Qiong downplayed for her sake.
Li Yingying spilled: "Lies! Neighbors said he flew ten meters, rolled tons—whole body shredded, multiple fractures. Surviving's a miracle."
"Doctors say he'll recover with rest. Not now—Young Master, sit! Yingying, water for him."
Wang Yue sat. Li Yingying shyly-curious, brought water. "Young Master Three, your water."
"Thanks." He took it, smiling. "Not Wang family—call me Wang Yue. We're same age."
"Can't!" She waved tiny hands. "Wang Young Master it is."
"Fine. High school?" Wang Yue eyed her "Jinling No.3 Senior High" uniform.
His casualness eased her; she sat nearby. "Yeah, freshman. Skipped today 'cause of bro."
"Fun? School life?" Genuine curiosity—he'd never attended, no peer contact. All alien.
"Okay. Studies intense, but classmates, classes, play, fun stuff—not boring."
Wang Yue sighed enviously. "Lucky you."
"Me?!" Bewildered. A lofty Wang heir envying her, a normie student?
"You don't know our routine: eat, train. Three rest days a month."
"No sleep?!"
"Day: martial skills. Night: inner cultivation—rests brain, not exhausting."
She pitied him: two things daily but three rest days? School sounded freer.
They chatted idly; meanwhile, He Qiong and Li Menglan reunited tearfully after seven years.
Wang Yue listened while talking to Li Yingying.
Now he learned: seven years ago, Li Menglan chose to sell herself. He Qiong unaware till the money arrived.
She'd begged her return, but contract signed with Wang behemoth—powerless civilian.
Wang Yue sighed inwardly: martial artists vs. commoners? Just power gap. No true superiority—many warriors scum by comparison.
He Qiong endured hell for kids; Li Menglan slaved for family.
His own maternal grandpa? Shipped six-year-old daughter for martial ties.
Chasm.
Here, Wang Yue first touched the "bottom." With his own tool-man past, insight dawned.
Martial artists? No nobles—riddled with filth.
Commoners? No lowly—full of noble souls.
Nuance, of course. Wang women: united, dutiful, never bullying.
Some civilians? Worse scum once empowered.
Chatting, Wang Yue frowned—brakes outside, then shuffling feet.
Worker neighborhood: quiet days. This crowd? Trouble.
He rose, flung open the door.
A burly thug mid-kick, frozen by Wang Yue.
"What do you want?" Wang Yue eyed the brute and his seven goons.
"Who're you?" The brute withdrew, wary. Boyish, yet poised. Fancy hovercar below? His? Numbers no guarantee.
"Doesn't matter who I or you are. Piss off now—or stay forever." Wang Yue coolly. Goons wasted words; scare 'em off, tail to nest, end it.
Li trouble smelled off: her Wang gig public knowledge. Yet they targeted? Deeper plot?
Uncertain, they balked at retreat. "Kid, that's unreasonable. Li Gang wrecked boss's ride—no comp? Crocodile Gang loses face here."
"Oh? How much?" Wang Yue humored.
"Simple: five mil credits."
Chump change to him—even temp knives cost billions.
Sky-high for Lis—impossible.
"Can't pay?"
"Easy." Brute: "Boss merciful. Li Gang's sis dates our young master—debt cleared. Ties to Crocodile Gang? Big boon."
Inside, Lis heard the goal first time. Li Yingying shrank behind mom.
Wang Yue chuckled inwardly. Planned "accident" for Li Yingying. His paranoia overkill—Crocodile Gang just blind, cocky small fry. No three-family plot.
Still, her looks/body screamed high school goddess. Failed pursuit? Dirty tricks.
Why not grab outright? Human domain under Martial Alliance: rules held. "Abducting girls"? Rare suicide.
Alliance martial-led, but needed masses for superiority flex.
"Accident"? Wiggle room. Bribe officials—they'd look away.
Even so, Wang Yue wouldn't spare 'em. Tactics vile; Li Gang's toughness saved him from death.
Scum deserved death!
"Take me to your boss. I'll chat."
Brute silent; a cocky underling sneered. "Brat, who're you to see boss?"
"Shut it!" Wang Yue palm-struck from afar.
Thug grunted, dropped dead silently.
"Bro Biao, Liu-6's dead!" A pal checked pulse, horrified.
Brute paled: martial artist! Killer too—big background.
"Young master, talk nice. Taking you to boss now." Fawning respect.
"Lead." Wang Yue nodded, to Li Menglan: "Lan sis, come watch."
"Me too." Li Yingying piped—her fault, her duty. Terrified, but firm.
Wang Yue agreed.
Commoner sisters? No issue. Crocodile Gang an ant hill to him.
He Qiong stayed with possible-waking Li Gang; sisters followed Wang Yue down.