Grandmother's Deep Intentions
Wang Yue wasn't like the clueless Li Menglan. He wasn't about to just ram it in recklessly.
He first teased her tender pussy slit a few more times with his glans, making sure it was plenty wet, before pressing against the little hole oozing with her slutty juices and easing in bit by bit.
Li Menglan's pussy was almost as tight as his little aunt's had been the first time. It wasn't quite as impossibly snug as his sister's, but Wang Yue still didn't dare thrust too hard. He advanced slowly, his massive cock gradually parting her slick, tender folds. Every inch was a struggle.
It took nearly a full minute before he finally buried his entire glans inside her pussy. That's when he felt it hit a thin barrier.
Wang Yue paused, looking at Li Menglan's slightly furrowed brows. "Lan-jie, how's it feel?"
"So full... and it hurts a bit." Li Menglan grimaced. She wasn't buying what those big sisters had told her anymore. If the young master's cock isn't even fully grown yet and it's already stretching me like this, how the hell could they handle it when it's bigger?
Does getting fucked really feel as good as they said?
Wang Yue had no idea Li Menglan was lost in such random thoughts. Knowing a quick pain beat a drawn-out one, and seeing she wasn't in agony, he didn't hesitate. With a fierce thrust, his huge cock broke through that thin membrane, plunging several centimeters deep into her pussy.
"Ahh..." The tearing pain made Li Menglan cry out miserably, tears spilling from her eyes as she whimpered, "Young master, it hurts so much... so much..."
Wang Yue quickly pulled back a little without fully withdrawing, leaving most of his glans snug inside her pussy. He soothed her gently. "Lan-jie, don't be scared. Every woman's first time hurts a bit. It won't after this."
Li Menglan had zero faith left in those big sisters' words, but she trusted her young master completely. Hearing him say that, she fought the urge to beg him to pull out entirely and forced a teary smile. "Young master, I'm okay."
Wang Yue didn't rush to fuck her again. While savoring the exquisite squeeze of her tight pussy on his glans, he said, "Lan-jie, start circulating the technique I taught you next."
Li Menglan obeyed. With Wang Yue guiding her, their true qi soon connected.
As the dual cultivation technique kicked in—and after adapting during the qi circulation—Li Menglan felt the pain in her pussy fade. Instead, it grew itchy, a needy ache building. "Young master, it doesn't hurt anymore. Keep going."
Wang Yue nodded, letting the dual cultivation technique run on its own in their bodies. He thrust deeper, fully immersed in the bliss of her tender pussy gradually swallowing his cock inch by inch.
A long while later, Li Menglan sensed his cock had reached the deepest part of her pussy. She couldn't help glancing down at their joined bodies—and saw a small half of his cock still sticking out.
The young master's not even fully grown yet, and it's already like this. When he does grow up, won't nearly half stick out? Will that feel good for him?
But then she stopped thinking about it entirely.
Because after bottoming out, Wang Yue knew she'd fully adjusted to his size. He soon started pumping in and out.
That first stroke made Li Menglan a total believer in her big sisters. Getting your pussy fucked by a man's cock really is the world's greatest pleasure!
...
Since it was Li Menglan's first time, Wang Yue didn't take too much. He fucked her to three orgasms and pumped three thick loads into her pussy before stopping. They held each other and drifted off to sleep.
Just three rounds, but Wang Yue's cultivation far outstripped hers. He rocketed her straight from Body Tempering peak to Spirit Condensation 7th layer—sixteen minor realms in one go.
Now, even across the entire Wang Family Estate, Li Menglan ranked solidly in the top ten.
Of course, that was just cultivation. She hadn't trained any martial skills yet, so her actual combat power was average.
As for Wang Yue, absorbing her pure virgin yin essence pushed him past one minor realm—from Heavenly Origin 5th layer to 6th layer peak, just shy of mid-stage.
But further gains wouldn't come easy. Her cultivation was too low compared to his, and he'd drained years of accumulated yin essence. Her help was now limited.
The next morning, Li Menglan rose early, blissfully happy like a newlywed wife. She made Wang Yue breakfast with all her heart.
Wang Yue was tempted for some "morning exercise"—maybe even kitchen passion—but he pitied her body and held back. Plenty of time ahead.
They lingered sweetly, sharing a loving breakfast. Then Wang Yue headed to the training grounds, while Li Menglan returned to the dorms.
The moment she got back, several voluptuous beauties in their thirties swarmed her.
One exclaimed in surprise, "Menglan, you look even prettier today!"
These were the big sisters Li Menglan had mentioned—loyal Wang family servants whose families all worked at the estate.
Some had lost husbands to duty for the Wangs; others vanished three years ago with the Wang men.
Though called maids, they held high status as overseers of the female servants. They didn't do menial work—life was leisurely.
Idle women gossiped about everything, and widowed ones vented midnight frustrations with filthy talk bolder than men's.
Li Menglan's half-baked, wildly misinterpreted sex knowledge came straight from them.
Li Menglan knew exactly why she glowed prettier. Her cheeks flushed. "No way, Cui-jie, don't tease me."
"Not teasing." Cui Jie glanced at her sisters. "Right?"
"Yeah, Menglan really does look prettier." The others nodded. One added, "Glowing like... right, like she's just been properly fucked by a man."
They froze, then grinned wickedly. "Menglan, if we remember right, you stayed at Third Young Master's place last night, didn't come back. Did he...?"
The women were gossipy and loved dirty jokes, but they weren't bad people—fiercely loyal to the Wangs.
Plus, the young master had said no need to hide it. So Li Menglan blushed and nodded.
"You really did...?" They'd been joking, but her admission soured their faces.
Cui Jie, who'd spoken first, scolded, "Third Young Master's still so young. Menglan, how could you not hold back?"
Li Menglan wasn't mad—they meant well for the young master.
But she had to defend him. "You misunderstand. Young Master's different from other boys. He's fine. I've watched him grow up—how could I harm him?"
They pondered. True, Li Menglan cared more for him than anyone. She wouldn't hurt him.
And as a martial artist, he matured faster. Once or twice shouldn't hurt.
Their worries eased; gossip ignited. Cui Jie pounced. "How was it?"
Li Menglan blushed. "Amazing. Better than you all said."
Another asked bluntly, "Young Master's cock big? Did it hurt when he popped your cherry?"
"Hurt like hell at first, then pure bliss." Li Menglan reminisced, her pussy unwittingly wetting again.
"You didn't say if it's big!" the woman pressed.
The others perked up, eager for mental fantasies like men ogling beauties.
"Not as big as you claimed. About six inches." Li Menglan hadn't measured, but she'd stroked, sucked, and ridden it long enough for a good guess.
"Six inches—not huge." The woman shrugged. "But he's young. It'll grow."
Cui Jie disagreed. "Six inches is plenty. That's fourteen centimeters—big for his age."
She didn't add her dead husband's was the same size; seven inches was brag.
The others nodded.
Li Menglan blinked. "Isn't six inches twenty centimeters?"
"Ancient measure." They laughed, then gasped. "Wait—Third Young Master's cock is twenty centimeters?!"
"Roughly. No tape, but at least nineteen even if not twenty." Li Menglan realized now: his "not fully grown" cock already beat adult sizes.
"God, so huge!" They envied her fiercely.
"Menglan, spill—getting fucked by that monster cock, does your pussy feel incredible?" Cui Jie pressed, thighs clenching as wetness spread.
Li Menglan, loosened up, nodded freely. "Yes! Felt like flying, especially orgasms—I nearly blacked out."
"His stamina? How many times did you cum?" Another buzzed, as if she'd been the one railed.
"Three." Li Menglan added quickly, "He wasn't done—just pitied me."
"Huge dick and lasts? I'd die happy fucked once by Third Young Master's monster." One swooned.
"You'd survive your old pussy anyway—he wouldn't touch it," Cui Jie teased.
"Old pussy's wetter—feels better!" she shot back.
They dissolved in laughter, debating monster-cock bliss endlessly.
They knew they weren't as pretty as Li Menglan, were used goods—no chance with the young master. But fantasies were free.
Thus, Wang Yue earned the nickname "Big Dick Young Master"—but only among Wang maids, outsiders never heard.
Meanwhile, at the training grounds, Wang Yue practiced alone.
Three of the seven beauties there were his lovers, but he kept deliberate distance to avoid suspicion.
Unlike with Li Menglan—openly fair game—theirs demanded secrecy.
But Wang Yue loved the thrill. Cousins, even sisters? It drove him wild. A sickness, sure—but uncured.
Near noon, the gate called: someone for Wang Yue.
Curious, he reached the estate gate and saw a towering brute outside, fidgeting awkwardly.
Wang Yue was stunned. It was Li Menglan's brother, Li Gang—bedridden yesterday, lively today.
Wang Yue had noted his freakish drug absorption yesterday, but not this fast. Infinite health as long as meds flowed!
His body refining talent exceeded expectations. Wang Yue felt he'd struck gold.
Li Gang's awkwardness? The estate had no men but Wang Yue— even guards were pretty maids.
Li Gang, honest and thick-skinned around rough dock workers, blushed under beauties' stares.
His sister Li Yingying outshone them, but to him, she was just sis—no beast like Wang Yue eyeing family.
"Young master, he's here for you." A maid approached—Cui Jie from morning chat.
The Wangs treated them well; they self-assigned duties. Today, her gate shift.
As she spoke to Wang Yue, her eyes flicked to his crotch. Loose training pants hid it, but that bulge... Young Master's dick is a monster. Fucked by that, you'd die happy. Damn, Menglan's lucky!
Cui Jie sighed inwardly.
Wang Yue, oblivious to her fantasies, smiled and called out, "Come in and talk, Li Gang."
Post-incident three years ago, no males entered but Wang Yue. He led Li Gang to a reception room just inside the gate.
Thud!
Inside, Li Gang dropped to his knees like a felled pillar. "Young Master Wang, your grace to my family—I'll never repay it in this life!"
"None of that. You're Lan-jie's brother; I see her as sis, so we're practically brothers." Wang Yue hauled him up, grinning inwardly: And you're my brother-in-law now.
Li Gang came to thank him and per his summons—clueless why. Too honest, he just grinned dopily post-rise.
Wang Yue sat him down. "Know why I called you?"
"No." Li Gang shook his head.
"Want to protect your family with your own strength?"
"Yes! Dreamed of it—and repaying you." Instant reply.
"Afraid of pain?"
Shake. "No!"
"Injury?"
Shake. "No!"
"Death?"
Li Gang paused, nodded. "Yes."
Then, embarrassed, scratched his head.
Wang Yue laughed. "Good answer. 'Not afraid of death' sounds fake."
He sobered. "I'll give you a chance to grow strong, become a martial artist—but it'll hurt like hell. Willing?"
"Yes!" Li Gang beamed. Martial artist? Once unthinkable dream.
"Done." Wang Yue warned, "But once you are, you're Wang family—betrayal forbidden."
"Even without this, my life's yours!" Li Gang thumped his chest, eyes reddening at the grace. Without Wang Yue, his wounds would've lingered; sis would've fallen to that Liu Sheng creep.
He'd vowed his life to Wang Yue from the start.
Li Gang's honesty rang true to Wang Yue's eyes. Plus, Li Menglan's brother—good character guaranteed. "Follow me."
They hit the parking lot, hopped an SUV—not Wang Yue's hovercar; Li Gang's near-two-meter frame wouldn't fit comfy.
After calling grandmother Liu Ruoshi, Wang Yue drove off.
The estate was suburban; his destination remoter.
Twenty-plus kilometers down a road, he turned into a modest factory.
Surface: mundane blade forge. Underground: six vast levels.
Wang family's secret martial training base. All unregistered Wang martial artists trained here, awaited missions.
They held public identities, even families. "Work" kept them hidden; deployed secretly as needed.
Some old servants' kin, others orphanage rescues—loyal stock.
"Third Young Master, you're here." A beauty in her thirties greeted.
Martial artists at Body Tempering peak could halt aging at thirties till lifespan's end.
Special needs grew them further: mid-forties for authority, ancient sage for wisdom.
Men mostly; beauty-focused women peaked young.
Like grandmother Liu Ruoshi—old chronologically, but thirties in body/function.
This greeter matched: Liu Mei, Liu Ruoshi's age, once her handmaid. Now base head, Heavenly Origin 3rd layer.
"Auntie Mei, no need for formality—call me Yue'er." Wang Yue respected her decades of selfless service.
Liu Mei smiled. "Miss called—you need something?"
"Miss" was Liu Ruoshi—lifelong habit.
Wang Yue glanced around. "Inside."
Liu Mei led to a plain factory room, pressed a seamless wall spot.
Inner wall parted to a passage.
Down they went. Door shut; Wang Yue said, "Auntie Mei, I came for him."
Pointed at Li Gang.
"Him?" Liu Mei frowned. Non-martial artists screamed ordinary—even if buff. Why bring him?
"Not a martial artist yet, but a body refining prodigy." Wang Yue trusted her fully, recapped Li Gang's tale.
Liu Mei's eyes lit. "Perfect—we've got earth-tier upper body techniques gathering dust, no fit user till now."
Wang Yue wasn't shocked at earth-tier body arts.
Body refining differed from inner: no dedicated methods existed. Just endless tempering till body rivaled martial artists.
Too painful, slow—unpopular path. Top body refiners barely hit Qi Condensation; higher? None.
Body techniques were brute force, no true qi—earth-tier worthless, even heaven-tier cheap.
Li Gang's genius: injuries made him stronger post-recovery.
Post-crash, ordinary-man strength neared Body Tempering martial artists.
Still, just talented—injuries needed months; progress lagged martial artists.
But his drug absorption? Freakish. Heavy wounds healed overnight with spirit meds.
Body refining hundreds of times faster.
Downside: constant injury. Iron will required.
Wang Yue trusted Li Gang's.
Hence the base: have Wang martial artists hammer him relentlessly.
"Third Young Master arrives— all levels, come pay respects!" Underground, Liu Mei boomed. Heavenly Origin true qi carried it everywhere.
Wang hidden martial artists rushed: men, women, young, old—bowing to Wang Yue, who nodded back.
Minutes passed; no more. Wang Yue frowned.
One hundred two total; daytime—all should be here.
Only fifty-plus. Nearly half absent.
Wang Yue didn't crave pomp, but Liu Mei summoned—disobedience meant ignoring him.
Three years ago, inter-branch rivalry might explain. But now? Only male heir left—he was Wang future. Snub him? Snub Wangs.
"Liu Mei, what's this?" Wang Yue's face hardened. Respect her, but main house authority demanded.
Liu Mei scowled angrily. "That Wang Jingyuan—getting bolder!"
"Explain." Wang Yue knew him: earliest orphanage batch, top talent. Heavenly Origin now—exact layer unknown.
Past life, absent from beast tide. Liu Mei led dozens guarding Wangs, dying with Liu Ruoshi.
Liu Mei dismissed her loyalists, briefed Wang Yue.
Post-incident, Wang Jingyuan rebelled: poached loyalties, defied her, hogged resources via seniority/strength.
Lately, bolder—demanded grandson as official Wang direct heir.
With one male left? Ambition blatant.
"Grandma know?"
"Miss knows, but can't act rashly." Liu Mei sighed. "He's Heavenly Origin 4th layer—mid-stage like her, close strength. Threatens exposure to Martial Alliance if pressed."
Vicious: Alliance ignored shadow forces tacitly—"no complaint, no probe."
But evidence forced action.
His strength let escape; Liu Ruoshi/Liu Mei might not catch. So, stall.
Call allies? Easy takedown, but noisy trouble.
Thus, his impunity.
Wang Yue got it: past life, killed or defected pre-tide.
Why no warning from grandma? He wasn't dumb—test. His handling of crisis.
Too weak? Unfit heir.
Too aggressive? Backlash from elder/Heavenly Origin powerhouse "disciplining" junior—excusable, even to direct heir.
Ambition obvious, but nominal loyalty held tacit peace.
Balance: assert heir authority without enraging. Her test.
All clicked. Wang Yue said coolly, "Let's see what Senior Wang Jingyuan's so busy with."
Liu Mei nodded silently.
She disagreed with the test—fifteen too young; botch it, lose face among hidden forces, worsen control.
But Miss's word was law.
Unlike Wang Jingyuan—saved from trash by Old Master, now scheming takeover amid crisis.
No loyalty, bully of weak: pre-crisis, no chaos power; now, men gone, strength down 70%—he pounced.
Classic orphan abuse. Without Miss's edge, main house doomed.
Liu Mei despised him.
She led deeper underground.
Loyalists trailed: hers, true Wang faithful. Young heir confronting rebel? Gasconade might spark brawl; numbers win unless vast gap.
Li Gang stuck like glue to Wang Yue.
Naive but sharp—knew danger, useless unarmed.
Still followed. Earned Liu Mei's respect: good eye, young master.
Bottom level six: vast training arena. There—Wang Jingyuan.
Like most, thirties look: sturdy, not tall. Mild face, faint smile. No one'd guess this "loyal" wolf pup ready to bite weakened masters—a feral ingrate.
Not alone: forty-plus martial artists. All non-summoned—open defiance.
Liu Mei raged inwardly. "Wang Jingyuan, what gives? Young Master here—why no respects?"
"Young Master arrives—my apologies. Practicing techniques too intently, missed your call. Criminal negligence." Wang Jingyuan approached, perfect martial salute, polished words—but tone dripped disdain anyone could hear.