On-Site Sex Education
Liu Ruoshi listened, feeling a touch of disappointment.
But on second thought, she felt relieved: This makes sense. If it could be endlessly upgraded without limits, that would be even more worrisome.
Though this so-called "sense" was still utterly unreasonable compared to true independent cultivation.
That day, Wang Yue stayed at his grandmother's until late into the night before finally returning to his own quarters.
Liu Ruoshi had summoned all the women, big and small, from the household, teaching them the Dual Cultivation Technique and having each one try it with Wang Yue in turn.
In the end, aside from Liu Xinru, Tang Yue'rou, and Wang Xin'er—who had already succeeded—no one else made it.
This left Liu Ruoshi quite disappointed: The success rate is even lower than I imagined.
She couldn't help summarizing the patterns again.
She noticed that, except for Wang Xin'er, everyone who had successfully dual cultivated with Wang Yue was over thirty years old.
Does that mean the older you are, and the longer you've cultivated, the easier it is to succeed? And Xin'er is just a special case?
Finally, dual cultivation had a reasonable explanation. Wang Yue felt much more at ease, but back home, he was a bit annoyed—no one to keep him company tonight, and nowhere to put his dick.
Spending the whole day alone with seventeen stunning beauties of all ages from the family had been stimulating enough, even if most of it was just palms pressed together.
He'd shot plenty of loads into Xue Yan's mouth, his aunt's, and later his two sisters-in-law and little sister's mouths. But with his freakish recovery in that department, true satisfaction was impossible.
The next morning, Wang Yue habitually headed to the Qi Condensation drill grounds, only to find just his two elder sisters and two cousins there. No sisters-in-law or little sister in sight. "Where are they?" he asked.
"Grandma called them to the advanced drill grounds," big sister Wang Yalan said. "She said to tell you to go too."
"Oh." Wang Yue nodded knowingly. It made sense—cultivators with huge gaps in realm couldn't safely train in the same space, or someone might get hurt by accident.
"Little brother, I want to try again!" Wang Yue walked up to him, eyes burning with determination, clearly unwilling to give up.
She really couldn't accept it. Among the younger generation, only second sister-in-law Tang Yue'rou had outpaced her, and just barely, by a minor realm.
Now, though, her two sisters-in-law and Xin'er had all leaped to Earth Palace realm experts, leaving her in the dust.
How could a fiercely competitive girl like her stomach that?
Wang Yue smiled wryly. "Yue-jie, I told you, trying back-to-back won't work."
"Trying won't get you pregnant. What're you scared of?" Wang Yue snapped irritably. "Besides, you've only had this ability a short time. Who knows what you haven't figured out yet?"
Oh, sis, if you'd tried in the right position and held back your true qi from auto-cleaning, you might actually get pregnant.
Wang Yue grumbled inwardly. Knowing she wouldn't drop it without a try, he led her to the lounge beside the drill grounds. They sat facing each other, palms pressed together, and gave it a go.
Unlike the focused Wang Yue, Wang Yue went through the motions idly, taking the chance to closely study his second cousin.
Her looks went without saying—no ordinary women in the Wang family; all were super beauties scoring over ninety.
Unlike most of the gentle, graceful Wang women, second cousin Wang Yue had a wild beauty about her—dangerous, yet stirring a strong urge to conquer.
It wasn't just her; all four cousins had their unique charms.
Big cousin Wang Xin had a temperament like her mom Chen Rong—fragile and timid, inspiring fierce protectiveness alongside a twisted desire to bully her.
Big sister Wang Yalan was gentle as water, like second sister-in-law Tang Yue'rou—a classic good wife and mother, one of Wang Yue's safe harbors growing up.
Second sister Wang Ya'ning had an icy, frosty aura, much like Wang Yue, fueling that conquering urge.
Now he was heading to the advanced grounds, and they'd rarely cross paths anymore. The thought filled him with reluctance.
Wang Yue suddenly realized the tense atmosphere at home was all wrong. Everyone trained nonstop, turning into cultivation machines.
Three years ago had been better—relaxed, carefree, doing whatever they pleased.
Now, with him and the girls he'd dual cultivated with, the family's overall strength surpassed three years ago. Why not let them return to that joyful life?
He made up his mind.
After over half an hour with no success, even Wang Yue had to reluctantly give up.
Wang Yue quickly reached the Spirit Condensation drill grounds. Besides the usual five, his two sisters-in-law and little sister had joined.
Truth be told, aside from third aunt Huang Yuexiang—who was teaching the little cuties their culture classes—no one here belonged anymore. The lowest were Earth Palace realm; this place was outdated for them.
"Yue'er, you're here. I forgot to ask yesterday—what's your realm now?" Liu Ruoshi asked after he'd left last night.
"Heavenly Origin sixth layer peak," Wang Yue answered honestly.
"Only sixth layer peak?" Liu Ruoshi blinked. Liu Mei had reported he was at least Heavenly Origin peak, maybe higher—with her sharp eyes and experience, she wouldn't misjudge.
But this thrilled Liu Ruoshi even more. At sixth layer peak, he could unleash ninth layer peak or stronger power? What terrifying potential!
If possible, she'd love for him to be merely Body Tempering.
"Warriors can't focus solely on cultivation realm. Martial skills matter too," Liu Ruoshi said. "Demonstrate the Jade Breaking Palm for Grandma and everyone."
Wang Yue obliged, executing the palm technique. His realm had shot up too fast, and with Eight-Level Gale as his ace, he'd fallen behind on family arts.
"You must take martial skills seriously too, got it?" Liu Ruoshi admonished earnestly.
"Got it." Wang Yue nodded, then added, "Grandma, I have something to tell you."
"What is it?" Liu Ruoshi asked. She grew more satisfied and doting on her sole remaining grandson by the day.
"It's this," Wang Yue said. "The atmosphere at home's too tense. Everyone trains nonstop—no personal time except those three days a month. Even if the family grows strong, life's meaningless like this."
"You're not wrong, but since your grandfather's incident three years ago..." Liu Ruoshi trailed off, realizing the family's strength now matched or exceeded pre-incident levels.
They could afford to relax and still protect themselves. She smiled radiantly. "You're right. No more grinding from now on—do whatever you want. But the little ones' morning culture classes stay."
"Yay!" Wang Xin'er cheered first at Grandma's decision.
The other women smiled in relief too. Three years of high-pressure training had worn them down.
Seeing those closest beauties relax filled Wang Yue with heroic resolve: From now on, I'll protect you all!
The news spread fast, turning Wang Family Manor into a sea of joy.
Watching the youngsters' happiness, even stern Liu Ruoshi smiled freely. She decided, given the chance, to have Wang Yue try with women from the other two families too.
If some succeeded there, all three families could live carefree.
The Jinling three great families were intertwined—one his maternal clan, one his fiancée's—all deeply tied to him. Good fortune must be shared.
Though the last rest day wasn't long past, after three years cooped up, the women cut loose.
Except reclusive Su Mengyan and low-profile Liu Ruoshi, the fifteen beauties split into groups, heading to the city.
Wang Yue finally wasn't "abandoned," tagging along with the "sisters and little sisters group." By day's end, he concluded painfully: Shopping with them is boring as hell.
As celebrities in Jinling, the classic "arrogant young master picks a fight over beauties, gets slapped down" trope never happened. No fun to be had.
Even as a Heavenly Origin powerhouse, he ended the day exhausted.
But night brought his good times—his little aunt, rested and raring after days off, sneaked into the manor with Wang Xin'er, storming his quarters.
That night, his bedroom was a battlefield of passion.
Sexy, seductive little aunt and youthful, vibrant little sister took turns clamping his dick with their big and small premium bun pussies, granting him the joys of harmony.
Post-dual cultivation, little aunt advanced to mid-Heavenly Origin.
Wang Yue outdid her—not only hitting late Heavenly Origin but seventh layer peak, nearing eighth.
Wang Xin'er gained most—from Earth Palace sixth to ninth layer peak, matching her mom.
The next night, passion continued. Wang Yue slipped into Xue Yan's home for a "stepmom teaches son" show with her and his aunt already there, blasting twenty loads into the two mature beauties' pussies and mouths. He broke into Heavenly Origin eighth layer.
The milfs surged three layers from Earth Palace seventh, entering Heavenly Origin.
The third evening, Liu Xinru invited Wang Yue over "for dumplings" again.
They'd planned dinner then Tang Yue'rou's, but Wang Qianqian and Wang Shanshan said they were off to play with Wang Jingjing.
Liu Xinru told them not to come back—sleep with Jingjing—and quietly called Tang Yue'rou.
That night, one uncle and two sisters-in-law battled over ten rounds in Liu Xinru's bedroom. All thoroughly sated.
Unbeknownst, five cameras captured every angle.
Three days of relaxation bored the women. Today, some stayed home, others hit the drill grounds for martial skills.
Wang Qianqian and Wang Shanshan ditched Wang Jingjing, locking themselves in Wang Qianqian's room.
"Haha, now we can uncover Mom and little uncle's secret!" Wang Qianqian said excitedly, linking her communicator to the surveillance, selecting a view of Wang Yue and Liu Xinru, projecting it.
Since spiritual qi revival centuries ago, humans entered the martial era. Warriors curbed tech to maintain superiority—mainly weapons. Daily life tech thrived; movies and surveillance projected realistically, touchless but vivid as reality.
Wang Qianqian cut the footage before they left last night, then played it.
It opened with Wang Yue and Liu Xinru in the living room, discussing cultivation. He taught her a technique.
Behavior normal, but words baffled the girls.
"Sis, why does Mom always call little uncle 'big dick little brother'? What's 'big dick' mean?" Wang Shanshan asked.
"Probably a pet name, like when we beg little uncle and call him 'dear uncle,'" Wang Qianqian bluffed as the know-it-all big sis.
"Oh." Wang Shanshan nodded dubiously. Smart as she was, sex was alien territory—total blank slate.
Huang Yuexiang hadn't taught them physiology yet, as they were under fourteen. Strict Wang family rules blocked under-14 communicators from the net—calls and messages only.
No sex knowledge whatsoever.
Puzzling over Mom's nickname, another figure entered.
"Huh, why's auntie here?" Wang Qianqian wondered.
"Whoa! Why're they hugging?" Wang Shanshan gasped, questioning her sis.
"Showing closeness, like Mom hugs us. To her and auntie, little uncle's just a kid like us," Wang Qianqian "expertly" explained.
"Huh, now they're kissing?" Wang Shanshan pressed.
"Nothing weird—probably a parent-child game."
"But Mom and auntie sticking tongues in little uncle's mouth? What game? Won't he swallow their spit?"
"Maybe for cultivation. Don't forget, they succeeded with him."
"But... quick, switch view—they're in Mom's bedroom!"
Frantic switching, and Mom's bedroom projected. Wang Yue and the sisters-in-law were on the bed.
"See? Told ya—cultivating," Wang Qianqian gloated.
"But isn't it palms together? Why's little uncle hugging both, groping their chests? Whoa! Sis, look—he took off Mom and auntie's tops, sucking their titties."
"I know—he's nursing. Heehee, so grown up and still suckling," Wang Qianqian thrilled, plotting to tease him later.
"Huh, why strip little uncle's pants? Whoa! Sis, look—a huge stick down there!"
"Shh, Mom's talking... (listening) ...Oh, so the stick's the big dick. But why 'dying for little brother's big dick'? Wanting someone means the whole person, not a part?" Wang Qianqian turned questioner.
"Little uncle's different down there. I bet big dick's his pee-pee thing," Wang Shanshan guessed without sis's input.
"Eww, gross—Mom and auntie licking his pee spot? Whoa, Mom's sucking it in. What're they doing?" Wang Qianqian confessed bafflement. Adults' games so complicated? But little uncle's not really adult.
"Sis, maybe I was wrong—not pee spot, or why fight over it like it's yummy?"
"Look, all naked now. Ya, little uncle licking Mom's pee spot too... (listening) ...Mom says she loves little uncle licking her pussy. So pee spot's 'pussy'?"
"Mom looks so enjoying, praising his pussy-licking. Is licking pussy comfy?" Wang Shanshan echoed curiosity.
"See, auntie's turn—same bliss. You're right; pussy-licking must feel great."
"... (listening) ...Mom can't take it—'little brother, stop licking, fuck sis's saucy pussy with your big dick.' What?"
"Watch and see."
"Whoa, sis! Little uncle's rubbing Mom's pussy with his big dick. Ahh? It went in!"
"Hmph, little uncle's mean—shoving that huge thing in Mom's pussy. Trying to kill her? I'll make him pay!"
"Sis, wait—Mom doesn't look hurt, seems comfy... (listening) ...See? Mom keeps praising how good he fucks her pussy."
(PS: This scene was meant to use the innocent girls' childish banter to narrate a lewd uncle-sisters-in-law threesome, building excitement through contrast. But alas, my skills fell short; couldn't capture the vibe I wanted. Had to wrap it sloppily—such regret. If any reader can help flesh it out, it'd be perfect.)
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The three-way pussy-fuck live show lasted over two hours.
The girls watched every detail for two hours, unwittingly schooled in live double-team sex ed by Mom, auntie, and little uncle.
Only when they embraced in sleep did the girls shut it off. But the intense scenes and the women's uncharacteristic acts lingered in their minds.
"Sis, my pussy feels itchy, uncomfortable," Wang Shanshan said, using the new term.
"Me too. Watching them... mine's itching bad. Too bad little uncle's not here," Wang Qianqian said.
"Why need him? We can lick each other—see if it's really that good," Wang Shanshan suggested.
"Right! When he fucked Mom and auntie, they licked each other too. It'll work," Wang Qianqian agreed.
The sisters stripped naked on the bed, baring their beautiful, tender young bodies.
Wang Qianqian, big-sis style, had her sister lie down first. She crouched between her legs, parting the childish slit of her little pussy, tentatively licking the pale pink seam.
"Ohhh..." Wang Shanshan moaned long, excited. "Sis, so comfy—tingly, itchy. Keep licking."
Wang Qianqian noticed, post-lick, clear slick fluid seeping from below her sister's pee hole—the spot little uncle plunged into.
Not weird; Mom and auntie flooded rivers when fucked. Women leak when comfy.
Sister was comfy, so Wang Qianqian licked harder.
Soon, Wang Shanshan's tiny body tensed, then melted. "Is this the 'release' Mom and auntie meant? Sooo good!"
"My turn! My turn!" Wang Qianqian eagerly swapped.
Wang Shanshan, sneaky "sis-pit" expert but loving, mimicked: sister lay, she crouched, licking the slightly more mature slit.
Soon, Wang Qianqian released too.
Mutual first orgasms done, the naked sisters hugged tight, budding little tits squishing.
"Too comfy! No wonder Mom and auntie sneak this game with little uncle," Wang Qianqian murmured, savoring.
"Sis, think little uncle's big dick fucking like he did Mom and auntie would feel even better?" Wang Shanshan asked.
"Duh. Why else 'Big dick bro, stop licking—fuck sis's saucy pussy'?" Wang Qianqian mimicked, adding, "If licking and fucking felt same, why beg?"
Eyes lighting, "Little sis, tomorrow we ask uncle to fuck us with his big dick?"
"Doubt he'll play. Else why send us away?" Wang Shanshan said.
"Hmph, biased—such fun only with Mom and auntie?" Wang Qianqian griped.
"Can't help; they're elders." Wang Shanshan sighed casually. "If little uncle acupointed or asleep, we could sneak. But our power? Can't seal him even standing still."
"Yeah!" Wang Qianqian perked. "Acupoint no, but sleep? Easy!"
"How?" Wang Shanshan feigned confusion.
Wang Qianqian smirked mysteriously. "Watch me later—guaranteed big dick taste!"
"Okay." Wang Shanshan played obedient, inwardly fox-grinning: Hook, line, sinker!
The girls napped hugging till noon, ate lunch, then dashed out mysteriously.
Liu Xinru let them be—home vibe just loosening; let 'em unwind.
Big dick bro had fucked her pussy swollen last night. Cultivation soared, but body-spirit fatigue lingered. No kids bothering—perfect nap.
Today's Wang Yue was unusually diligent, early at drill grounds, halfheartedly practicing skills while brain whirred.
Still fusing Eight-Level Gale tricks into normal skills.
Fresh dual cultivation with six beauties pushed him to near-peak Heavenly Origin eighth layer, true qi purity at thirty-four times normal.
Thirty times seemed a threshold—easy before, glacial after. Duals with Xue Yan, aunt, sisters-in-law barely boosted purity now. Only little aunt and sister gave big jumps.
Post-thirty, gains tiny but potent.
Thirty-four times control beat thirty-two by ten percent; even fusing Gale traits into basics showed promise.
Wang Yue believed persistence would succeed, sans charge-up flaw.
Then, any normal skill in his hands rivaled heavenly-tier or better—what realm was that?
Eight-Level Gale? Powerful, but one simple move. Instant-cast or not, not for routine use.
Overuse exposes the trump.
Skills mattered.
"Might conquers skill," sure—but equal might? Skill rules.
Wang Jade Breaking Palm lacked power but shone in intricate forms, complementing Gale perfectly.
All day practicing, he nearly mastered one simple straight strike with one true qi rotation in meridians.
Useless alone—simple like Gale, far weaker.
But zero-to-one breakthrough; proved concept viable. Huge milestone.
"Tomorrow, push on—master this move!"
Back home, bored. Seven dual partners, but six paired off for three days only—now in "truce."
Seventh...
Li Menglan hadn't come since. He'd checked—no accident; deliberate. Reason funny yet touching: as maid, daily with young master risked blurring roles, harming his future marriage.
Her rule: at least seven days apart.
Wang Yue found it stuffy but valid—ancient palace fights from over-favored consorts monopolizing emperor.
His case unlikely—he was insatiable, not withholding.
Respecting her, he agreed.
Tonight, solo tent-pitching again.
Post-dinner from another maid, heading to bed—two petite figures slipped in as maid cleared dishes.
"Qianqian, Shanshan? What brings you?" Wang Yue asked, puzzled.
"Daddy, we're here to drink with you!" Wang Qianqian said, showing a large antique white porcelain jug and snacks.
To lure him, she used the "daddy" he'd taught.
"Drink?" Wang Yue blinked. When did this kid pick up booze?
Wang Shanshan explained helplessly: "Bored these days, she watched an old pre-revival wuxia flick. Envied the big-eating, big-drinking heroes. Drinking with girls no fun, so... to little... Daddy."
Wang Yue chuckled ruefully.
Made sense—Wang Qianqian's fearless, impulsive, try-anything personality.
Normal kid? No way. Alcohol harms young brains.
But warriors? Alcohol no effect—even buzz rare.
He wasn't much older than the Body Tempering cuties, doted on them since kids. Harmless; she'd try, find boring, drop it.
Deny curiosity? She'd obsess, become drunkard—worse.
He laughed. "Alright, Qianqian wants to drink? Daddy'll join ya."
"Cheers!" Wang Qianqian aped movie heroes, childish face forced adult—adorably cute.
Snacks on table; Wang Shanshan fetched three small porcelain bowls from kitchen.
Wang Qianqian uncorked, leg on chair, rough voice: "Daddy, Shanshan—fillin' ya up. This cup makes us brothers forever!"
Poured for all—but twisted jug post-Wang Yue's cup.
His realm dwarfed theirs; spotting tricks easy.
But suspecting nieces' sabotage? Nah.
Her "brothers" line cracked him up: Too cute.
Wang Qianqian downed hers first, sleeve-wipe: "Refreshing!"
Deep into hero cosplay.
Wang Yue shook head, drank with Shanshan.
Wine hit stomach—wrong.
For Heavenly Origin like him, booze was water. Post-Body Tempering, no discomfort, no drunk.
But this burned throat to gut like fire—painful thrill for newbies. Without strong body, he'd cough.
"Qianqian, what booze is this?" Wang Yue flushed, slurring.
Wang Qianqian giggled. "Immortal Drunk—normal stuff wouldn't buzz Daddy."
Wang Yue got it.
Warriors immune to alcohol, robbing drinkers' joy.
Immortal Drunk: post-revival brew for warriors, spiked with rare reactives mimicking drunk feel.
Top tiers floor even Mortal Shedding bigshots, if not true immortals.