The Delicate Beauty Li Menglan
Li Menglan had heard plenty of such stories and knew how to separate truth from exaggeration.
Even stripping away the bragging and hyperbole, the normal range was still ten to thirty minutes.
But Young Master? With her clumsy, inexperienced technique, he'd barely lasted three minutes.
According to those big sisters, this was what men cared about most. Coming too fast was deeply embarrassing and would leave them unable to hold their heads high in front of their women.
Li Menglan had always devoted herself single-mindedly to Wang Yue. Naturally, she didn't want him to face that humiliation with his women in the future.
But telling him now—wouldn't that just crush him even sooner?
Her heart twisted with conflict.
As the car drew closer to the Wang Family Estate, Li Menglan finally decided to talk to him.
Telling him now might still allow for remedies. But if he married Miss Chen Xi later and conflicts arose from this, it'd be too late.
So Li Menglan spoke up. "Young Master."
"What's up?" Wang Yue asked, eyes on the road as he drove.
"Just now... that thing I did for you... why'd you finish so quick?" Li Menglan stammered, blushing furiously, but pushing on for his sake.
"Quick?" Wang Yue chuckled. "Felt just right to me. If it'd dragged on, what if Aunt He or Xue Yan or Sister Chen Chen caught us? Super awkward. Unless Lan-jie, you haven't had enough fun? We can keep going when we get back."
Li Menglan couldn't help but laugh wryly, turning serious. "Young Master, I'm not joking. If you hold back on purpose, couldn't you last longer?"
Wang Yue raised a brow. "Why ask that?"
"I just think... your time's a bit short." Li Menglan mustered her courage. "I heard from those big sisters—their men go for half an hour, an hour. One even claimed a full night."
"A full night? Your big sis built like iron?" Now Wang Yue was the one laughing wryly. "Don't buy their bullshit. If a guy really lasted all night without shooting, I'd bet he never wants to touch a woman again."
"Why?" Li Menglan blinked in confusion. Aren't men prouder the longer they last? Why wouldn't someone that skilled want to fuck women?
"A man's peak bliss is those few seconds of shooting. Last a whole night without it? That's no pleasure." Wang Yue explained. "Think of it like your mahjong games. If you can only draw tiles but never win, would you play?"
Mahjong was how the Wang maids killed time together, and Li Menglan played too. She pondered, then nodded. "Nah. The anticipation of drawing is fun, but it's all for that winning tile. No win, no thrill at all."
No need for Wang Yue to elaborate—she got it. Sex worked the same. Drag it out forever without climaxing? No man would want that.
"Exactly," Wang Yue said. "So unless it's a pro pleaser, no guy wants to last too long."
"But not too short either," Li Menglan blurted. By the big sisters' tales, it needed at least ten or twenty minutes to satisfy. What good was three?
"Sure, too short won't cut it. Gotta make her cum at least once." Wang Yue nodded. "Best is shooting inside right as she peaks—that's peak bliss for her."
They'd veered deep into creampie talk, way past beginner level, but Li Menglan's worry lingered. "What if one orgasm isn't enough for her?"
"Depends on the man. Either last ages like you said, or have killer stamina—shoot, get hard quick, repeat." Wang Yue grinned. "Stamina's key for guys."
Li Menglan realized now: men could get hard again after shooting. Her worry seemed foolish.
But she quickly noted Young Master knew way more than her, despite her daily maid gossip sessions.
That was odd. She couldn't resist. "Young Master... have you done it already?"
"Yep. More than one woman." Wang Yue didn't hide it from her. Who they were? That stayed secret for now.
"How was it? They satisfied?" Li Menglan pressed, still hung up on his three-minute finish.
"Totally." Wang Yue smirked proudly. "I always shoot right as they cum—max pleasure for them."
"That precise?" Li Menglan marveled.
"Not precision. When you women climax, you clamp tight—sometimes suck inward. Feels way stronger than regular thrusting. I can't hold back, don't want to. Every orgasm from them, I shoot once."
"Every time?" Li Menglan gasped. "You do it multiple rounds often?"
"Sure. Twenty or thirty a night, no sweat." Bragging came naturally—his recovery was insane. Other guys needed god-tier endurance to compete, but holding back? Nowhere near as fun as endless shooting.
Li Menglan fretted. "Too much'll hurt your body. You're a martial artist, but don't overdo it."
"That's for average guys. I've got a special technique—fucking doesn't harm, benefits us both." Li Menglan had served him since age eight; she'd practically raised him, outlasting even time with his birth mom.
Their bond was beyond siblings—total openness.
Chatting this felt like a kid bragging to sis about a new toy.
Li Menglan froze, then blurted on impulse, "Then... I wanna try too."
Instant regret. Hands flew to her pretty face, cheeks burning as she ducked toward her heaving cleavage.
Wang Yue paused, then grinned. "Great. Tonight, Lan-jie, stay as my bride."
From that bathroom handjob, he'd claimed her as his woman. This was inevitable.
He admitted his greed—fierce possessiveness and dual cultivation's pull made him insatiable.
No regrets. Little aunt, sisters, Yan-mom, aunts, the two sisters-in-law, now Li Menglan—he couldn't offer full romance, but eternal perfect sex? Absolutely.
Love? Poets romanticized it as grand, eternal. Bullshit—it faded.
Perfect love was illusion. Real life, family bonds—that endured.
Wang Yue chased no ethereal romance. He delivered tangible joy, warmth.
If love hit someday? He'd welcome it—another delight.
And if fierce possessiveness and joy meant love? Yan-mom, aunts, little aunt, sisters, big sis-in-law, second sis-in-law, Lan-jie—he loved them all, loud and proud!
Back at the estate, master and servant parted. Wang Yue headed to the training grounds; Li Menglan aimed for the maids' quarters but got summoned by Liu Ruoshi to the Spirit Condensation training field.
"Li Menglan greets Old Madam, Eldest Madam, Second Madam, Yan-madam, Third Madam."
Before the madams, Li Menglan dropped all casualness—instant respect, awe.
Especially Second Madam Su Mengyan: awe now mixed with daughter-in-law nerves.
Not hyperbole—pure fact.
Li Menglan's beauty and figure were goddess-tier outside. But even "Twelve Beauties" paled before Su Mengyan, stirring self-consciousness.
Su Mengyan was that stunning—any woman felt diminished.
"No need for such formality, Menglan." Liu Ruoshi was strict with rule-breakers, kindly otherwise. She smiled, bidding her rise. "All settled at home?"
"Yes, thank you for your concern, Old Madam." Li Menglan bowed gratefully, then confessed. "As a Wang servant, I shouldn't have family ties anymore. I broke the rule—please punish me, Old Madam and Madams."
Liu Ruoshi glanced at her daughters-in-law. "Your thoughts?"
Chen Rong, eldest but indecisive, deferred with a look.
Su Mengyan, fondness for her son's maid spilling over, said coolly, "She's done no wrong."
Xue Yan chimed, "Mengyan's right. No fault in caring for kin—universal."
"Humans aren't heartless plants. Heartless as beasts?" Third Madam Huang Yuexiang agreed.
Liu Ruoshi nodded. "My view too. Rules bend for humanity. Ignore your mother and siblings for rules? That chills us—we'd boot you. No blame."
"Thank you, Old Madam and Madams." Li Menglan teared up, moved.
"Now, details." Liu Ruoshi prompted.
Smart Li Menglan knew: they wanted Wang Yue's handling assessed. She recounted fully—skipping the Chen Tower blowjob and car sex talk, naturally.
Liu Ruoshi's eyes gleamed brighter. Finish: she clapped, beaming. "Excellent! Yue'er’s grown up."
Thrilled with his performance—especially subduing Crocodile Gang with carrot-and-stick, folding a foe effortlessly.
Petty power, but his adaptability shone.
Li family's resettlement erased Li Menglan's worries.
Even begging future mother-in-law Ling Xueyan for He Qiong's job? Rare humility—not macho like other heirs. Leader material.
"Old Madam, Young Master said he didn't overthink—just acted on the spot," Li Menglan quoted verbatim.
"Even better—innate talent." Liu Ruoshi glowed, eyeing daughters-in-law. "You?"
Xue Yan and Chen Rong shared smiles—Yue'er their cherished nephew and lover. Excellence thrilled.
Even aloof Su Mengyan felt pride—her beloved son.
Huang Yuexiang laughed. "Wang heirs secured. No more worries, Mother-in-law."
Liu Ruoshi agreed. "Yes. In years, hand Wang to Yue'er. Xinru's fine, but cultivation lags. Leader needs power."
Direction set.
Wang harmony reigned; Chen Rong, non-competitive, shrugged at second house favoritism.
Privately? Her lover Yue'er biased her too.
Wang Yue hit the training field—seven beauties swarmed.
"Bro, where'd you vanish this morning?" Wang Xin'er, twin-born, glued to him pre-relationship. Now? Wanted eternal cling. Nights apart spared her his massive cock; days? Constant craving. Half-day absence? Torture.
The other six? Pure curiosity—including Liu Xinru, Tang Yue'rou.
They'd fallen to his huge dick like Xin'er, but past that obsessive age.
Knowing he was safe, loyal, bed-ready? Enough.
"Menglan's family trouble—I handled it." Wang Yue said straight.
All knew his maid Li Menglan. Pre-strict rules, three years back, visits common.
They liked the sisterly girl.
"What happened?" they pressed.
Wang Yue summarized.
Resolution confirmed, questions dropped.
Wang Yue (female) sulked. "Why no invite? I'd flatten that Crocodile Gang!"
Wang Yue sighed inwardly: Exactly why not.
Subduing them was whim. Now? New plan.
Crocodile Gang: small fry, motley crew. Good intel net if harnessed—street secrets, hidden talents like Li Gang's horizontal training genius. Who'd guess from that honest brute?
He eyed expanding them as shadow service. Leader? Already picked.
Skirmish past, beauties resumed techniques.
Wang Yue watched sexy, vibrant, petite forms—absurd urge: If they were all mine. Strut cock here, fuck whoever, no hiding. Paradise.
Pity: beyond conquered sis-in-laws and sister, two half-sisters, two cousins—untouchable.
His lust eroded morals fast—even daytime field-fuck fantasies for sisters.
Training done, he bid farewell, homebound. Eager for Li Menglan's dinner—then her. Yum.
Meanwhile, Chen Rong skipped home for Liu Xinru's.
"Grandma!" Wang Qianqian, Wang Shanshan rushed joyfully.
"Mom, what's up?" Liu Xinru puzzled.
Chen Rong petted granddaughters fondly. "Play a bit, girls. Grandma needs mom-talk."
"Okay." They scampered to Qianqian's room, scheming: Secret time?
Today's pilfered cams: living room, mom's bed, kitchen, bathroom—full coverage. Test run!
Living room: Liu Xinru seated Chen Rong. "Mom, what is it?"
"About Yue'er." Chen Rong serious.
Liu Xinru's heart skipped: Big-dick brother affair busted? Disaster!
Cool facade. "What's Yue'er done?"
Chen Rong circled. "Xinru, three years' toil mending Wang wounds—everyone knows."
"Mom, why this now?" Alarm spiked—"But" incoming?
"But..." Dread confirmed. Heart in throat.
Chen Rong continued: "You're a woman. Leading this family? Tough. Prepare."
Whew—that.
Liu Xinru exhaled, smiling. "Got it, Mom. Wang's Yue'er's eventually—no rivalry."
Inner: Even if I helm, he'd rule via cock. Few thrusts, I'm his puppet.
"But Grandmother plans Yue'er grooming now—years tops, handover." Chen Rong eyed worriedly, fearing resentment.
Original: Liu interim pre-Yue'er.
Now? Bypassed for seamless Liu-Yue'er. Risky.
Liu Xinru laughed. "Better—stable transition. Mom, we're Wangs—no elder/younger house splits."
Chen Rong melted at her grace, guilt twinging. Owe her. Yue'er's bed-god prowess... she's widowed three years like me. His satisfaction? Fine comp, plus family powerhouse.
Liu Xinru pondered: Unhappy second house power grab? Trouble—rift risk. Big-dick bro fuck her blissful? She'd yield.
Moment's synch: both eyed Wang Yue's huge cock, scheming mutual conquest. Weird telepathy.
Qianqian's room: girls deflated. That's the secret? Lame.
Too young for power plays, no uncle-rivalry.
Wasted effort—skipped culture class via Third Grandma lie. Useless intel.
Yesterday's uncle-mom chat? Probably same. Punching air—empty.
Qianqian near-smashed cams; Shanshan stopped: What if not? Mom-uncle secrets elsewhere?
Bai ni talked Yue'er; Yue'er waited impatiently.
Not desperation—Li Menglan goddess-tier, but bottom of his harem.
True thrill: fucking a legit pussy—no secrecy fears.
Prior six: aunt, dad's woman, two cousins-in-law—taboo. Little aunt, sister: blood incest.
Stimulating, exciting—but guilty vibes.
Li Menglan? His maid—natural queen. No hides, even from fiancée Chen Xi.
Era clung to ancient monogamy, but power let polygamy—accepted.
Wang men chaste, or Yue'er'd have hordes of half-sibs/nephews outside.
Not all—he was outlier. Extreme lust tied to past life, Pure Yang Technique. Pre-18 secret realm? Virgin.
Privilege bidirectional: strong women took multiple men, no shade.
True equality vs. ancient chauvinism.
Some shared partners for thrills—common.
Wang Yue? Never. Possessiveness absolute. Past irrelevant—post-him, exclusive.
Blunt: he could cuck others; reverse? No. Reborn protag—overbearing!
Confidence: his women craved no others.
Dual cultivation multiplied pleasure exponentially—who'd settle less?
Underestimation: his pure yang qi repelled other yang—disgust, body-seal on approach.
Even rape impossible.
Finally—Li Menglan arrived.
"Young Master, dinner." She'd dolled up—subtle makeup, radiant glow. Shy anticipation? Heart-melting.
Wang Yue took the box, set table together. Sat, patted thigh. "Here, Lan-jie."
Blush scorched her cheeks, but she perched sideways on his lap.
Arm round slim waist—less taboo thrill, total ease.
Downside: equal height meant she loomed atop. No bird-in-nest vibe.
Good not little aunt—or I'd be lap-pet.
Years? He'd tower her—force nestling!
"What you want, Young Master? I'll serve." Li Menglan flushed, shy joy bubbling.
Wang Yue leered. "Anything—but feed me, Lan-jie."
She picked his favorite lipu pork, offered.
He eyed her lips, nodded.
Crimson deepened. Lips parted, meat in mouth, leaned to feed.
He took it—and her lips.
Hand roamed: waist to chest, groping tits over clothes.
Soft, yielding, virgin-firm. Bigger than guessed—divine feel.
"Mm..." Kiss-locked, tits fondled, she moaned nasally.
Long kiss ended.
Tits tingled, body limp. "Young Master, stop—can't eat."
"No dinner? Then you." Wang Yue growled. "Lan-jie, can't wait. Bedroom."
Tempted table-fuck, but her first—bed better.
"But..."
"No buts." Scooped her waist-high, strode to bed, laid beauty down.
Eyes shut, face blissfully red: Menglan, you're his now!
Wang Yue didn't pounce. "Lan-jie, Wang's Mysterious Jade Technique for you. Listen."
Stunned, eyes open. "Me? Can I?"
"You're my woman—Wang techniques yours." Serious. "Sex with me benefits both. No cultivation? You miss out."
Dual cultivation: potent auxiliary. Skyrockets realm, purifies qi.
Base technique irrelevant—his outdid all.
Hence martial arts obsession, techniques meh.
Li Menglan's talent middling—no issue. His Heavenly Origin 5th true qi guided: quick entry, Body Tempering rookie.
Body Tempering: worldly essence tempers flesh, expels impurities.
His qi could've cleaned—but mood-killer.
Boosted her to peak Body Tempering, purged clean.
Normally ruinous—stunts growth, impure qi.
Dual cultivation fixed.
Qi vaporized filth. Taught dual cultivation. Then stripped her layer by layer.
Post-tempering: skin snow-crystal, beauty subtly upped.
Soon naked lamb.
Wang Yue savored: long black hair bed-spread, happy-shy face, sexy collarbones, pink-glistening jade-bowl tits, slim waist, flat belly, clamped long legs, moderate bush triangle—all temptation.
No guilt—relaxed. Stripped, lay left-side, turned head for kiss. Right arm neck, left roamed tits/body. Iron-hard big dick pressed thigh/ass, grinding.
Li Menglan virgin—his caress melted her. Soon lust-flooded, squirming in arms.
Released ravaged lips, spread thighs: pink virgin saucy pussy soaked.
Ready. Legs on shoulders, cockhead to untouched slit. Soft: "Lan-jie, coming in."
Half-knowledge from sisters: fucking blissful. His cock seemed sub-adult—big/scary, but bearable.
Head-rub alone heaven. Fearless, eager: "Young Master, do it. Make Menglan yours."