The Gate to a New World
“Good boy, yes, just like that—suck harder! Mommy’s wet little slit feels so damn good with you working it!” Xue Yan cried out in ecstasy, her words a mix of raw pleasure and eager encouragement for Wang Yue.
But even without her urging, Wang Yue was already hooked. He’d discovered that kissing his Yan Mommy’s tender, slick little honeypot felt even better than her soft lips—especially those delicate labia, which felt exquisite as he sucked them into his mouth.
The faint musky scent of her sex, though tangy, unexpectedly drove him wild, pulling him deeper into obsession with every breath. He licked and sucked with even more fervor.
Unfortunately, he had zero experience. His efforts were earnest but limited to lapping along her delicate folds or sealing his lips around her dripping pussy while thrusting his tongue inside—no fancy techniques.
Xue Yan enjoyed it for a moment, but soon it wasn’t enough. The itch inside her grew unbearable.
She bent her knees, clamping her black-stockinged legs around Wang Yue’s head and pulling him away. “Good boy, Mommy can’t take it anymore—get up here and fuck Mommy’s tight cunt with that big cock!”
Wang Yue couldn’t have been happier. He rose quickly, positioning himself between her legs, gripping his shaft and pressing the tip against her entrance.
Last night’s memory made him hesitate, worried about hurting her. He just rubbed the head gently against her pussy lips.
Xue Yan couldn’t stand the teasing. In a frenzy, she hooked her black-stockinged legs around his waist and thrust her plump ass upward.
With a wet squelch, her soaked pussy swallowed most of his big dick in one go, the head slamming hard against her tender cervix.
“Ohhh…” The near-full penetration sent mother and son both moaning in bliss.
Wang Yue still fretted over last night. “Mom, are you okay?”
“Good boy, don’t talk—fuck me! Fuck Mommy hard!” Xue Yan felt no pain, only endless ecstasy and desperate hunger.
She wanted him pounding her aching pussy with all his might, launching her to the heavens.
Seeing she was truly fine, Wang Yue relaxed and unleashed last night’s ferocity, slamming his thick dick into her tight walls with wild abandon.
Slap-slap-slap…
The room echoed with the sound of fierce flesh-on-flesh impacts.
With each thrust, Xue Yan’s sexy body jolted, her massive tits bouncing wildly.
Wang Yue’s eyes burned with lust. He grabbed them, kneading and teasing her nipples as he kept pounding away.
The double assault overwhelmed her. Xue Yan lost herself, screaming, “Good son… big-dick son… you’re so amazing… your big cock… fucks Mommy so good… harder… Mommy loves it… loves getting fucked like this…”
Her words fueled him. Wang Yue grew even more excited, thrusting harder.
His brutal pounding churned out floods of her juices, some soaking the sheets, the rest frothing into a white cream from their colliding bodies.
His massive, rock-hard cock and tireless youthful stamina were devastating to any woman.
Xue Yan wasn’t some battle-hardened veteran. After fewer than five hundred strokes, her pleasure peaked.
“Son… son… you fuck so well… Mommy’s… Mommy’s cumming… I'm gonna blow…” She shrieked, her body tensing, black-stockinged legs locking around his waist as her ass thrust up to trap him deep against her core.
Her soaked pussy clenched violently, thick waves of nectar gushing from her depths.
The squeeze and hot flood on his tip pushed Wang Yue over the edge. He grunted, his dam bursting in seven or eight thick spurts.
They clung together in the afterglow, panting until the peak subsided.
“Mom, feel good?” Wang Yue asked once he caught his breath.
“So good—never like this before. I could die happy right now.” Xue Yan meant it sincerely, no mere flattery.
She and Wang Jing had been together over twenty years, and while they were deeply in love, he was traditional, lacking flair, and nowhere near Wang Yue’s endowment.
Even more reserved around her husband, she’d never unleashed like this. This was her first truly liberating orgasm.
“Mom, don’t talk like that. We’ve got plenty of time ahead.” Wang Yue grinned. “I’ll fuck you like this every day—sound good?”
“Yes! Mommy’s yours to fuck every day.” Xue Yan smiled, no longer resisting like last night. She secretly looked forward to a life of true “bliss.”
Age wasn’t a concern for cultivators. Once past the Body Tempering stage, vitality stayed vigorous and aging slowed a hundredfold. At the Heavenly Origin stage, lifespans stretched to three centuries at least.
Xue Yan was still in her prime; even Grandmother Liu Ruoshi appeared young.
Wang Yue chuckled. “Then let’s go again.”
He gave a little hip thrust.
Xue Yan realized his big dick, still buried deep, was already iron-hard again.
Just like last night—climaxing didn't make him go soft.
What a gifted boy!
Thrilled but concerned for his health, she suppressed her urge. “Good boy, listen to Mommy—let's wait until tomorrow, okay? You’re young; too much of this can stunt your growth.”
“Isn’t my growth fine already?” Wang Yue teased.
“All dick and no height? Is that what you want?” Xue Yan huffed. “Your dad’s six-foot-one, and I’m five-foot-nine. With those genes, you should hit six-foot-one easily. But you’re barely my height now.”
“Fair enough.” Wang Yue conceded. “But Mommy, I’m fine. Here—let me teach you a new technique.”
He shared his Dual Cultivation Technique, then linked their spiritual energy through his embedded cock, circulating it through their meridians.
They hadn’t even begun to feel the cultivation benefits when a side effect hit: the technique amplified lust and pleasure exponentially.
Soon, their bodies moved instinctively.
Fortunately, the technique was flexible—self-sustaining once started, and it even moved faster during sex.
They dove back into incestuous bliss, intensified by the technique, making it even better than before.
Boom!
As they climaxed together, Wang Yue shuddered. His potent essence shattered his internal barriers, surging from the peak of Qi Condensation to Spirit Condensation, then—boosted by her primal yin—all the way to the third layer.
Spirit Condensation honed the soul, but raw power ruled here. A high enough quantity birthed a change in quality.
Xue Yan advanced from the seventh to the eighth layer.
Her jump was smaller due to her higher base level, but unknowingly, her energy was being refined to a purer state through the exchange—doubling her actual power.
Future sessions would only purify her further.
Wang Yue had created the technique via Yin-Yang insights, unaware of this specific perk.
“Son, where’d you learn such a miraculous technique?” Xue Yan asked post-climax.
“Had a weird dream the night before last. Felt like I was somewhere else for an eternity—this came from there.” Wang Yue half-lied. Strange occurrences following a revival were common; many remained mysteries for centuries.
Xue Yan’s eyes lit up. “So your changes started then?”
“Yeah—from being a normal kid to being hung like this.” He laughed.
“So sex with this won’t hurt you—it actually helps?”
“Exactly.”
“Then what’re you waiting for, dummy? Fuck me more!” Xue Yan clenched her pussy around his still-buried big dick.
“Yes, Mommy!” Wang Yue roared, launching into another round.
…
He slipped away from Xue Yan’s room at dawn.
After explaining the technique's source, they had gone three more times—each session ecstatic and rewarding.
Wang Yue hit the fifth layer of Spirit Condensation.
Xue Yan reached the ninth—placing her in the top ranks of the Wang Family. The three families in Jinling were relatively young; they had no ancient ancestors. Since the "incident" three years ago, the strongest survivors were only at the Heavenly Origin stage.
Normal training would have taken her three or four years to make that jump. Instead, it took four hours and four fucks.
It was bliss and power—perfect, except for the lingering guilt.
Back home, the supposedly “exhausted” Wang Yue felt no sleepiness at all.
Reliving his dominance over his Yan Mommy was heavenly, yet he had one regret—she had led the way.
Sure, she was his mom, but he was a man—was he always going to be passive? That was lame.
With hours left until dawn, he booted his computer and searched for sex tips.
Humans, though no longer world-dominant, thrived in their own domains—most pre-revival comforts had been restored.
There was plenty of information online; ancient databases remained intact.
Corporate paywalls? As the sole Wang heir, he didn’t care about the cost.
Tens of thousands of credits later, he had a treasure trove of information.
A new door opened.
He’d seen porn before, but it was crude stuff that went straight to pounding. No wonder he’d fumbled with Xue Yan.
Now he saw that sex had depth and variety.
Women of different ages had different needs.
Yan Mommy didn't know much either.
Five rounds, and they'd used the same position—missionary only.
He cataloged dozens of new ones.
Gotta try them all with Yan Mommy. The itch returned; dawn was approaching, yet he was already craving the night.
He’d spent tens of thousands of credits—months of wages for normal people—to learn in hours what others took years to master.
As a Spirit Condensation master with a honed mind, his learning speed outpaced others dozens of times over.
By dawn, he had devoured it all; he was now a pro in theory.
Post-breakfast, he headed out—but not back home.
Dual cultivation had tamed his Pure Yang backlash. His lust was strong, but it was now controlled.
It was time for the Martial Hall—otherwise, his sisters would come storming after him.
The Wang Family had separate halls for each major realm—allowing for same-realm training and sparring.
The gaps between realms were crushing; there was no point in cross-level training. High-realm energy ripples could injure those in lower levels, so they were separated for safety.
Seniors only visited lower halls to provide guidance.
Though he was at Spirit Condensation level five, he chose the Qi Condensation hall.
Two days ago, he was at the fifth layer. A sudden jump of a major realm was unexplainable.
He couldn’t exactly say: “I had a dual-cultivation session with Yan Mommy and leveled up.”
The hall was bustling.
In the ring, two women in their early twenties were sparring—they looked seventy percent similar, and both were stunning.
One wore a light blue training suit, the other white—both were tall and curvaceous despite the loose fit of the clothes.
The one in blue had shoulder-length hair and a gentle smile—giving off a "big sister" vibe.
The one in white had a cold aura and a high ponytail—an ice queen.
These were his half-sisters: the eldest, Wang Yalan (21), and the second, Wang Ya’ning (20)—Xue Yan’s daughters.
Below them, five women watched.
His twin sister, Wang Xin’er, was among them.
The others included Liu Xinru, a thirty-something beauty—his cousin’s wife, wearing a green suit with her hair in an updo. She had an oval face and a classical, voluptuous charm.
There was also Tang Yue’rou, a petite woman of about twenty-seven—his second cousin’s wife, standing about five-foot-three and looking very delicate.
Then there was the fragile-looking Wang Xin, about twenty-three—his elder cousin, with doe-eyes that made her look easily bullied.
And finally, near his sisters’ age, was the athletic Wang Yue (female)—his second cousin, who was quite tomboyish.
Those last four were from his elder uncle’s line.
The Wang Family was harmonious—the branches were close, making them a true family.
The seven women plus Wang Yue were all at the Qi Condensation stage. There were few of them, but considering the losses from three years ago, it was a decent number. Top families were selective—only core bloodlines remained.
“Bro, finally! We were just about to check on you. Is your injury healed?” Wang Xin’er sensed him first—the twin bond was strong.
Her words drew every eye—even the sisters in the ring paused.
They swarmed him, chattering: “How are you feeling? You should rest more if you need to.”
Surrounded by diverse beauties, their sweaty scents were intoxicating—scents that were familiar before, but now stirred something in him.
With his newfound manhood post-Yan Mommy, his heart raced. “I’m fine—I wasn't really injured, Xin’er was just exaggerating.”
“I was not! I saw you clutching your thigh. Drop your pants—show us the injury!” Wang Xin’er was bold.
The others blushed—they were fifteen now, they couldn't just strip their brother in public.
“It's fine if he says so—even if he was hurt, he’s clearly healed now.”
Wang Yue (female) snorted: “He’s just faking it to be lazy. Don’t fall for it, Xin’er.”
“Yeah, I just slacked off for two days—it’s no big deal,” Wang Yue agreed hastily.
Wang Yue (female) pressed him: “No more slacking—get up here and test your Jade Breaking Palm.”
She leaped down from the ring, beckoning him.
Yue-jie, my namesake sister—why me?
Grumbling inwardly, he complied—her temper was fiery, and her defiance was endless.
“You go first.” She was at the eighth layer versus his supposed “fifth”—since it was a technique test, she yielded the first move.
He suppressed his power to the fifth layer, offered a quick apology, and struck with the Jade Breaking Palm—a family heirloom.
Techniques were different from cultivation; you couldn't create them without a base. His best was still the Jade Breaking Palm.
Cultivation was the engine; techniques were the accessories—less vital in the long run, but their tiers still mattered.
His plan was to get higher cultivation, then raid for better techniques—through beast hunts, secret realms, or challenge bets. All legal.
Wang Yue met her palm head-on—testing her power.
Crack!
He swayed but held his ground.
She retreated to the edge of the ring, her face flushed—not from shyness or anger, but from a surge in her energy.
Once she recovered: “Bro, what’s your real level?”
He was shocked too—he had suppressed himself to a normal fifth layer, yet he had overpowered her?
Does dual cultivation purify my energy too? This is priceless—it's beyond heavenly-tier!
Deadpan, he replied: “Still the fifth. You must have slipped, Yue-jie.”
She nodded—it was plausible. “Again!” She charged.
He dropped his output to the first layer, sparring cautiously.
He still had the edge over her—he had to suppress his power all the way down to the ninth layer of Body Tempering just to be on even footing.
His mind was blown: his refined energy could bridge major realms—it was unheard of. Even Saints couldn’t do that without superior techniques.
With equal force, he actually lagged behind—he was rusty and less refined than she was.
She approved—near-parity meant his skill was improving.
With the test passed, they moved to solo training.
As the sole male, he was like the last hope of a clan—he had to strive for the Wang Family's survival.
But he only half-assed it, his eyes roaming over his sisters-in-law.
Now, their graceful forms were far more alluring.
Liu Xinru: the way her curves strained her suit—were they bigger than Yan Mommy’s?
He remembered "titjobs" from his data search—what if he tried that with her? It would be epic.
He snapped out of it—what was he thinking? She was kin—this was wrong!
Shocked at himself, he refocused on the task at hand.
But the seeds had been planted, and they were hard to uproot.
During the day's practice, he re-sharpened his Jade Breaking Palm and worked on the basics.
That night at Xue Yan’s, he arrived excited, but she seemed troubled.
She was dressed even sexier tonight: black stockings and a sheer pink nightie—with nothing underneath. Her tits, her bush, and her glistening aching pussy were all on display. She was barefoot for ease of movement.
He expected her to pounce, but she didn't.
“Good boy, what’s wrong? Not in the mood?” She was worried—was it an issue with the technique?
Treating her as a mentor, he confessed his internal turmoil.
She giggled. “You silly boy—is that all?”
“Shouldn’t I be worried?”
“It’s normal for a teenager who's just tasted sex—you want every beauty you see.”
“But they're kin—how can I even think about fucking family?”
“So? If they want it, then fuck away.”
“Mom, you're joking, right?”
“I’m dead serious. You think being a daughter of the Great Houses is glamorous? There’s no joy in it. Our only purpose is to preserve the family arts and marry our peers—or marry up. We aren't daughters; we’re just political alliances in silk robes.”
She paused. “Your mom—a true prodigy—was wed to your Dad without love. She knows no woman’s joy; they used IVF for heirs. Whether she naturally birthed you two or is still a virgin, I don't know.”
“Are all arranged marriages that unhappy?”
“Rarely are they otherwise. Cultivators can get any beauty they want—usually obedient mortals. But for you, would you rather have pliant stunners or powerful rivals?”
There was silence—he thought of his own home: his Dad loved Xue Yan, but his Mom was only a wife in name.
“I hate these alliances,” she continued. “My girls? I want them to stay home—with you. No titles, kept as a secret—it's better than a lifetime of misery elsewhere.”
“Mom, you mean…” He thought of his gentle big sister, his icy second sister, and his sweet twin—it stirred him.
“Pervert—already eyeing your sisters? Men!” Xue Yan huffed playfully.
“It's a misunderstanding—just a daydream.” He laughed and pivoted. “Mom, you look stunning tonight!”
“I don't usually?”
“Always—you're the most beautiful.” He hugged and kissed her.
She melted into him, her arms wrapping around him fervently.
He stroked her back, her waist, and her ass through the gown, grinding her tits against his chest.
His lust ignited.
Using his new tricks, he released her gasping lips and began nuzzling her ears and neck.
A tingling weakness washed over her; she couldn’t resist. She clung to him, yielding completely.
He swept her up and carried her to the bed, pinning her down and fondling her tits through the thin gauze.
The rough texture of the fabric teased her skin and nipples—a novel thrill.
“Good boy… Mommy is so itchy…” she murmured.
He tore the gown—rip—exposing her bare torso.
He buried his face in her tits, licking them until they were saliva-slick and her nipples were gleaming lewdly.
He skipped the center for now: he lifted her left leg and kissed her black-stockinged foot.
“Son, no—that's dirty!” She had freshly bathed and put on new stockings, but it was instinct to protest.
“Every inch of you is clean and fragrant!” He praised her, trailing kisses up her calf and thigh.
Her leg was now covered in kiss-marks; he finally reached the root of her thigh.
The exposed skin was snow-white against the black silk.
Moving from the outer thigh to the inner—his hot breath hit her bare, dripping pussy.
She shivered in anticipation.
The tease: he skipped it, moving down to her right foot.
“Bad boy, don’t tease me—lick my pussy too!” she urged.
He ignored her plea—he stripped off his own clothes, gripped her stockinged feet, and pressed them around his iron-hard big dick, stroking it gently with her feet.