Blade Severing Return to Truth Realm
“W-what are you talking about teaching me?” Ling Xueyan's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might leap out of her throat: Oh god, this little rascal isn't thinking of doing something with me, is he?
“Teach me how to make a girl feel good, of course. If I don't know the tricks, won't it just hurt her every time?” Wang Yue said with a troubled look. “Sigh, I don't know if it's heaven punishing me or what, but it made my dick grow this damn big.”
“Silly boy, that's no punishment from heaven—it's a gift!” Ling Xueyan giggled coquettishly. “A huge cock like yours might be tough to take at first, but once you get used to it... oh, it'll feel incredible.”
“How do you know? Is Uncle Chen's as big as mine?” Wang Yue asked. His so-called Uncle Chen was naturally Chen Xi's father—his future father-in-law, who'd also vanished three years ago.
“His? Not even half as big as yours.” Ling Xueyan's tone was flat, emotionless.
Strange as it was, though she and her husband shared no earth-shattering romance, years of marriage weren't nothing. Talking about his dick with another man now, she should've felt guilty mentioning her husband—but she didn't feel a thing.
That was all thanks to her current state, of course.
Women were emotional creatures, easily swept away by feelings. Plenty cheated not from lack of love for their husbands or families, nor true passion for the other guy—just the thrill pulled them in.
“Then how do you know a bigger dick feels better? Don't tell me...” Wang Yue asked, feigning shock.
“You little brat, guessing wildly! Your mother-in-law's only ever had your Uncle Chen.” Ling Xueyan pouted playfully. “I just know from feeling it. In the heat of the moment, you always crave something even bigger stuffing you full.”
“So, any chance I could be the honor of being Mother-in-law's second man?” Wang Yue leaned in close to her ear, whispering.
“What did you say?” Ling Xueyan couldn't believe his balls—his audacity was off the charts.
“I mean, doesn't Mother-in-law wanna try her son-in-law's big dick?” Wang Yue pressed on. “You keep saying bigger is better. Don't you wanna taste it?”
Yes! God yes! Mother-in-law wants your huge cock slamming into me right now, pounding me senseless!
Ling Xueyan screamed it inwardly, but some shred of reason held her back. She struggled, saying, “Y-you're talking nonsense! I'm your elder—your future mother-in-law! How could you...”
“Just mother-in-law, not blood mom.” Wang Yue grabbed her small hand and placed it on his hardening cock. “Besides, aren't you inspecting the goods for Little Xi? Hands and mouth won't cut it—you need the real thing. And once I learn from you, Little Xi won't suffer, right?”
Gripping his cock again, plus his words, shattered her crumbling resolve. She latched onto his excuse: Yeah, I'm just teaching him tricks ahead of time. Otherwise, with a monster like that, Little Xi'd be in agony. What if she develops a fear of sex? How would I ever get grandkids?
Yes! All for Little Xi and future grandbabies!
With that perfect rationale, Ling Xueyan stopped resisting. She smiled seductively. “Little guy, you really wanna go all the way with Auntie Xue?”
“Hell yeah—dreamed about it!” Wang Yue nodded vigorously.
“Hm?” Ling Xueyan eyed him suspiciously. “You little punk, this isn't just a ploy 'cause you've got the hots for me, is it?”
“No, no! I really just wanna learn from you.” Wang Yue waved it off. “You know I'm the only guy at home. Mom probably knows less about this stuff than I do—she sure as hell can't teach me. So, only hope is you, Mother-in-law.”
His denial irked her oddly, but it made acceptance easier.
Conversely, if he'd admitted craving her body and using “lessons” as cover, it'd thrill her heart—but her mind would've slammed shut.
“Fine, for Little Xi's sake—no more pain down the line—I'll demonstrate personally.” Ling Xueyan sighed theatrically, though inside she was buzzing: Finally gonna taste that massive dick. How good will it feel buried deep?
“So, how do we do it?” With her go-ahead, Wang Yue was thrilled too—but he reined it in. No revealing his hand till he was balls-deep, or she'd bolt.
“For easy teaching, missionary—face to face, man on top.” Ling Xueyan said, her small hand greedily squeezing her son-in-law's huge cock.
“Missionary?” Wang Yue played dumb.
“Yeah, you on top, facing each other.” Ling Xueyan explained. “What position did you use with your Li Menglan?”
“Positions? We don't know that stuff. She just lay on the bed, I got on top and went at it. That missionary?” Wang Yue looked the eager newbie.
“Close enough.” Ling Xueyan hiked her tight skirt to her waist, peeled off her safety shorts and soaked panties. She reached for her stockings, but Wang Yue stopped her.
“Leave the stockings—they're fine, and you'll wanna wear 'em later anyway.” That was his excuse; truth was, her black-stockinged legs were pure temptation.
Since it was “teaching,” she played it cool, lying back on the guest lounge bed and slowly spreading her legs.
Wang Yue's breath hitched. Too perfect, too sexy!
Long black-stockinged legs, snowy thigh roots, and between them, her little saucy pussy flushed red with arousal—blood-boiling temptation.
Exposing herself to her almost-son-in-law thrilled Ling Xueyan beyond words; the urge to burst was overwhelming.
“What're you staring at? Come on.” Legs splayed wide on the bed, she crooked a finger at him, teasing, “Little guy, know where to stick it?”
“Of course—I ain't a total virgin.” Wang Yue huffed, offended, nailing the greenhorn act.
Ling Xueyan burst into slutty giggles, loving teasing her son-in-law like this.
He didn't keep her waiting. He pressed in, gripping his rock-hard cock and pressing the fiery tip to her dripping saucy pussy.
“Ahhh—” Ling Xueyan let out a long moan, her sexy body shuddering.
His scorching glans against her slit sent ecstasy straight to her brain.
That jolt was the final straw—her near-climax exploded.
Wang Yue blinked. From her reaction, she'd creamed already. First time he'd seen a woman cum that fast.
He didn't know why tonight's Ling Xueyan was so different, but he guessed pent-up lust.
Now post-orgasm, her fire'd cool, reason return—would she still let him in?
Miss this shot, no second chance.
Wang Yue steeled himself, thrust forward—schlick!—his huge dick speared into her climaxing mature pussy, slamming her cervix.
“Ahh...” Ling Xueyan cried out—pleasure? Pain? Even she couldn't tell.
Ecstasy and tearing agony mixed.
Wang Yue was in heaven. Three years unused, her pussy gripped like a vice, spasming in orgasm, milking his shaft. Without his two prior loads dulling sensitivity, he'd have blown already.
But the real high? His mood. Jinling's business queen, “one of Jinling's Four Absolutes” alongside Mom, pinnacle of sexy maturity—his future mother-in-law—was his woman now!
Not her first rodeo, and women's adaptability was unreal. By orgasm's end, pain faded.
As Wang Yue figured, post-climax reason crept back—she knew they'd crossed a huge line.
But feeling his monster pulse inside her... too late for regrets. Even pulling out now couldn't undo son-in-law incest.
Fine then—might as well enjoy.
Falling could happen in a heartbeat.
Ling Xueyan quit overthinking, pouting at him. “You little devil, why thrust so hard?”
“Auntie Xue, you're too tempting—I lost control.” Wang Yue grinned.
She rolled her eyes. “Lucky it's me. With Little Xi, you'd scar her for life.”
Wang Yue kept grinning. “That's why it's you. With Little Xi, I'd go slow.”
“Brat, you baby your wife but not your mother-in-law?” Ling Xueyan huffed. “Your dick's huge—you rammed it in, it hurt me too!”
“But not anymore, right?” Wang Yue chuckled, starting gentle pumps, sliding in her saucy pussy.
“Ohh...” Ling Xueyan moaned blissfully, black-stockinged legs instinctively wrapping his waist.
She'd imagined it'd feel great—but reality crushed her fantasies.
Stuffed full, every motion dragged her walls; his ridged glans scraping folds—beyond bliss, airborne ecstasy.
Her satisfied face spurred him—faster, deeper thrusts.
His hands undid her blouse, shoved up her bra.
Snowy massive tits bounced free; he grabbed one each, kneading as he fucked.
Double assault on erogenous zones—indescribable. “Good boy... harder...” she babbled.
“Mother-in-law, how's son-in-law's cock? Fucking you good?” Wang Yue asked mid-thrust, grinning.
“Mmm, so good—never felt this before.” Ling Xueyan moaned, then paused: This kid's too slick—not like a one-time newbie with Li Menglan.
Fighting bone-melting pleasure, she demanded, “Little devil, truth: you faked ignorance to trick me into this?”
No point hiding now. Wang Yue nodded honestly. “Yeah. Blame your beauty and sexiness, Mother-in-law. I've wanted to fuck you forever. Remember last office visit? I didn't need the bathroom—saw you, got hard, had to hide.”
His candor irked and flattered her—Jinling's queen, always scheming others, outplayed by this kid.
She scowled. “You tricked your own mother-in-law. Who knows how many women you'll fool? Maybe I won't marry Little Xi to you.”
“Sorry, Mother-in-law. My bad—pulling out now, won't disrespect you again.” Wang Yue started withdrawing.
“You dare!” Ling Xueyan panicked, dropping the act, eyes glaring. “You're already in—pull out and it's fine? No way—you fuck me till I'm satisfied, or no Little Xi for you.”
“That's more like it—no more pretending.” Wang Yue laughed, slamming deep, glans battering her cervix. “Acting mad while your saucy pussy begs for son-in-law's big dick—you're one slutty mother-in-law.”
Full throttle now—he withdrew halfway, leaving just the tip, then rammed home, pounding her core.
Ling Xueyan's world blurred from the assault—ultimate pleasure made her babble: “Yes... I'm a slutty mother-in-law... love son-in-law's huge cock... fucking me... slutty mother-in-law... Yue'er... good boy... good son-in-law... fuck me harder... fuck your slutty mother-in-law... big-dick good son-in-law... you fuck pussy so good... your mother-in-law's dying of bliss... use that huge cock... fuck mother-in-law to death... so good... I'd die happy... under my pussy-fucking good son-in-law's huge cock...”
Wang Yue never dreamed poised Ling Xueyan turned this wild in heat—ignited him. He hammered his future mother-in-law mercilessly.
Her prior orgasm hypersensitized her; his monster's onslaught broke her quick—she quivered, squirting.
Her spasming pussy clenched—Wang Yue grunted, flooding her depths with cum.
“Oh god... oh god...” Mid-climax, his potent jets rocketed her pleasure higher; the torrent rolled her eyes, nearly blacking her out.
Long after, Ling Xueyan recovered, staring blankly at Wang Yue atop her, lost in thought.
Normally, dual cultivation time.
But not here—not home. Time short, stakes high. Total satisfaction first, true conquest.
“Mother-in-law, round two—from behind.”
Broken-jar mindset now: lost virginity, might as well indulge.
No refusal. Cock out, him off her—she sat up.
Wang Yue envisioned her doggy on bed, ass up for groping those plump cheeks.
Ling Xueyan misunderstood—off bed, heels on, hands on edge, bent over, ass high. “Come on, good son-in-law—keep fucking me!”
Heels elongated her black-stockinged legs—insanely sexier.
But... too tall. He couldn't reach.
“Mother-in-law, heels off?” Wang Yue said awkwardly.
She glanced back—his predicament hilarious. “Pfft—eager little devil, can't even fuck when I let you.”
Teasing aside, her pussy itched. Heels off, barefoot, ass up again: “Now.”
Slightly less sexy sans heels, still killer. Wang Yue grabbed her ass, aligned—plop!—thrust in.
...
Afterward, in the tiny lounge, Wang Yue fucked his future mother-in-law to three more orgasms before reluctantly stopping.
She could've gone more, but over an hour in—outside'd be empty.
True qi cleaned fluids and scents. Wang Yue exited first.
He'd monitored outside amid fun—with Heavenly Origin peak cultivation, ten-zhang radius was his radar. Safe.
“Clear—come out.” Ling Xueyan emerged.
Doorway stumble—she grabbed his shoulder. Five orgasms softened her legs.
His smirk earned a pout. “What're you laughing at? Your fault!”
“Fine, next time fewer rounds.” Wang Yue teased.
“Next time?” She eyed him.
Five climaxes vented most of three years' backlog—reason returned.
But she knew: hooked on his cock. Whatever resolve, she'd cave next time—didn't even wanna resist.
Slipping past notice, back to dance floor.
Few dancers left—no pretense. They exited opposite side.
Out—Wang Yue froze, killer instinct surging. Big Aunt and Gusu duo still there—plus a young-looking guy in his twenties at their table.
Big shot—Feng Haopeng and Bao Guo deferential. Only Su Mengyun matched his aura.
Irrelevant. Recognition ignited murder: he knew this face.
Three years on, beast tide hit Jinling. Tianhai “allies” didn't help—exploited chaos, enslaving the families' beauties. This youthful prick among them.
Names unknown, but faces burned in—even ashes.
Non-aid? Fine—aid's extra, no duty. Wang Yue wasn't unreasonable.
But targeting his women for slaves? Unforgivable!
Deep breath—calm. Unknown depth. Kill? Confirm capability first.
“Xueyan, Yue'er—where've you been?” Su Mengyun asked as they returned.
“Dancing whole time.” Wang Yue lied smooth-faced.
Ling Xueyan aced nonchalance—guilty as sin, looked breezy. Post-sex glow? “Danced hard.”
Dancing fun enough for over an hour? Su Mengyun griped inwardly, queen facade intact.
Feng Haopeng rose. “Madam Chen, Little Yue—meet Li Chonghe from Tianhai, Senior Li.”
He's Li Chonghe?!
Wang Yue blinked—not like Li Yuan'kui, looked younger than his son.
But same sleazy vibe: lecherous, coercive.
To fellow horndog Wang Yue, lust was fine—force? Low-class.
Feng introduced them.
Li Chonghe stood, offering Ling Xueyan his right hand warmly. “Jinling Chen Madam in person—pleasure.”
Wang Yue frowned, intercepting the pawshake. “Senior Li in person—heard so much, looks even better up close.”
Li Chonghe cringed inwardly.
Pervert extraordinaire—Su Mengyun stunned him earlier, but her aura intimidated even this Return to Truth bigshot. Private trip, no association backing—couldn't risk noise.
Ling Xueyan? Weaker aura, killer body rivaling Su Mengyun's, sexier dress, post-fuck glow matching her beauty.
As association brass, he'd eyed Jinling beauties' photos—but pics paled vs. live charisma.
Status let him sample countless women. Outward matches to Ling Xueyan? A few. But vases sans her elite essence? No contest.
Su Mengyun's women couldn't touch her looks.
Even the silent maid ranked high among his conquests.
Su untouchable, maid beneath notice—Ling Xueyan seemed easy: dancing hyped with almost-son-in-law, probably playful. Handshake for a feel, maybe more.
Ruined by this brat.
Irked, Li vowed payback—pinch the kid. Heard his mom was Jinling's top beauty, topping Su Mengyun.
Li schemed payback; Wang Yue'd marked him for death.
No past grudge needed—eyeing Ling Xueyan? Mine alone!
“Wang Yue, right? Young to rep Wangs—promising. Drop 'senior,' call me Uncle Li.” Li chuckled—bond for leverage.
Also hated “senior”—kept youthful look. With elders here, no “bro” push.
Su Mengyun et al. inwardly scoffed: Old cucumber green paint!
Warriors peaked ~30, aging halted naturally—no cost. Aging further? Free. Youthening? Qi drain, more for younger.
Minor for Return to Truth, but long-term slowed progress.
Few bothered—except show-offs like Li.
Chatted, no gains—Li left quick, but gave contacts: watch for Li Yuan'kui.
Li barely worried—son Heavenly Origin, seasoned adventurer. Here for fun, flex in backwater. Tianhai mid-tier; Jinling invincible.
But “searching son” cover—slacking risked rivals' ammo.
Chat revealed: Return to Truth 3rd layer! Early peak, near mid.
Li bragged—no hide needed. Jinling top Heavenly Origin peak public; secrets unknown.
Even early Return to Truth dominated—no secrecy need, public knowledge.
3rd layer—Wang Yue unsure. First live bigshot.
Earth Palace to Heavenly Origin leap? He'd crushed mid/late Heavenly Origin at peak Earth Palace.
Heavenly Origin to Return to Truth? Bigger gulf, unknown boost.
Weighed it—risk it.
Can't leave Li. Tomorrow: association, Little Aunt. His ballsy lust? Target her.
Little Aunt now private treasure—no cheap feels, not even hand brushes.
For her safety—go all-in!
Odd tho: Li duo's scum—past-life crippled Little Aunt prime target. Submit or die.
Her pride? No submit. Fight? Outmatched.
Yet three years on, fine. Mystery.
Something unknown—even to her, or she'd tell.
Uncover easy: hands-off, let Li pressure—truth emerges.
No way. Secrets unveil eventually; tainted purity? Gone forever.
Wang Yue owned his extreme possessiveness—pervy levels. No fix planned.
Won't cage women. Little Aunt presides association, Mother-in-law rules business—no man-contact required.
Bid Big Aunt, Mother-in-law, Gusu duo farewell. Dropped Li Menglan at Wang Family Estate, grabbed Cold Moon Blade, slipped out solo.
Li Menglan hoped rematch—his “business” quelled it. Master was sky; gift or withhold, she'd follow forever.
Out estate—to Jinling black market.
Every human city had one: illicit trades, anonymous entry. Buy, sell, barter—no provenance questions.
No rares—just burner communicator.
Tonight: lure, kill Li. Own risked trace.
Jinling south suburbs—ambush spot. Burner call: voice message.
Near midnight—rings long before gruff pickup: “Who?”
“Elder Li? Wanna know Li Yuan'kui's whereabouts?” Wang Yue qi-altered voice: middle-aged growl.
“You know?” Li growled.
“Yeah. See him again? Jinling south suburbs—south road post-gate, thirty li. Meet, talk.”
“Why trust you?”
“Your call. Skip, collect corpse.” Wang Yue hung.
Hotel—Li frowned. Likely prank.
But 10% real? Must check.
Veteran lech, endless women/kids—but Yuan'kui sole legitimate heir, top talent, favored.
Crucial: wife (mother) high-status, shaky marriage—son glue. Divorce sans him? Likely.
Fatherly or career—can't risk.
Hesitate—went solo. Private trip, bold skills—no backup.
Dense woods—Li arrived, frowned terrain.
Still, Jinling unbeatable. Yelled: “Here—come out!”
Shhh!
Answer: razor wind—blade gleam flashed behind, cleaving his crown.