The Most Beautiful Tech Otaku
Though Yan Fangfei worked in tech, her research focused mostly on martial artists, so when it came to checking them for anomalies, she was no slouch compared to any divine physician.
Su Mengqing couldn't help glancing at Wang Yue. In his presence, she was growing more accustomed to unleashing her dependent side, reveling more and more in being the little woman at his side.
Even though, in terms of seniority, age, or even height, Wang Yue fell short of her—he was still just a kid.
"Sure, I was wondering about this myself." Wang Yue readily agreed.
He'd long heard of Yan Fangfei but had never met her, not even in his previous life.
All he knew was that days before the beast tide hit Jinling in his past life, she'd been summoned to the capital for some academic seminar, narrowly escaping the disaster.
Whether coincidence or design, no one knew. Today was the perfect chance to meet her up close and size her up.
And so the group ascended from the underground base, crossed a stretch of factory grounds, and entered a vast laboratory.
It was eerily quiet. In the massive space, researchers busied themselves at their stations without a single sound.
Among them, Wang Yue spotted Yan Fangfei at once—not from familiarity, but because she stood out so starkly.
Even in a plain white lab coat, standing at an experiment bench with only her profile visible from afar, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
The seven of them—all Heavenly Origin realm experts or higher—moved without a whisper, gliding silently to her side.
Yan Fangfei held a test tube half-filled with liquid, her stunning eyes locked on it, intently observing the changes within.
A man deep in focused work was handsome; a woman was no different. That air of concentration held its own allure.
No one disturbed her. They waited quietly.
Bored, Wang Yue first watched the tube in her hand. Sure enough, the liquid shifted colors at a speed too subtle for the naked eye.
Then the little lech's gaze drifted to Yan Fangfei herself.
The lab coat hid little from an expert like him. He could roughly gauge her figure.
She wasn't tall—about 1.65 meters—with a build that wasn't explosively voluptuous, at least not like Su Mengyan or Ling Xueyan among Jinling's Four Absolutes. But she had curves front and back, radiating mature feminine charm.
What truly captivated, though, was the intense focus on her exquisite face.
Beauty wasn't just a pretty face or tempting body; it was temperament. Without it, even the loveliest shell rang hollow.
Like the women around Wang Yue: his little aunt's heroic poise, his sister's playful innocence, his mother-in-law's seductive allure... each drew him in deeply.
Yan Fangfei was the same—stunning and charismatic.
Nearly half an hour later, the liquid finally turned pale blue from clear.
She set the tube down, her expression unchanging—impossible to read as disappointment or satisfaction.
"Fangfei, can you take a break?" Su Quan spoke up.
"Yes." Yan Fangfei's demeanor didn't shift at the interruption or their arrival. She answered flatly, gazing calmly at the seven without asking why.
Su Quan, used to it, got straight to it. "Little Qing and Yue'er had some anomalies during cultivation. Can you check them?"
"Yes."
Wang Yue noted this famed beauty seemed utterly emotionless, like a machine—at least on the surface. No fluctuations in expression or mood. Even the best mind reader would go mad facing her.
She led them into an instrument-packed room, pointing to a bizarre machine. "Step in."
No names specified—anyone first. Bai Yan entered the phone-booth-like glass chamber.
Yan Fangfei tapped a row of buttons on the console, then eyed the adjacent screen.
Cultivation Intensity: Heavenly Origin Realm Layer 1
True Qi Purity: Beyond Measurable Range
Theoretical Combat Power: Unknown
Status: No Anomalies
"Cultivation intensity: Heavenly Origin Realm Layer 1. True Qi purity: beyond measurable range. Theoretical combat power: unknown. No anomalies," Yan Fangfei read impassively, unsurprised by Bai Yan's realm.
Hong Ling, Lu Bo, and Zi Yun followed, yielding identical results.
Su Mengqing went next.
Cultivation Intensity: Heavenly Origin Realm Layer 5
True Qi Purity: Beyond Measurable Range
Theoretical Combat Power: Unknown
Status: No Anomalies
Yan Fangfei showed no reaction, but Su Quan was stunned.
Su Mengqing's breakthrough to Heavenly Origin had been big news for the Su family—Su Quan knew it well.
Yet in just half a month, she'd hit Layer 5? Insanely fast!
Su Quan eyed Wang Yue. If more could "dual cultivate" with him, the three families' rise would be unstoppable!
With the women cleared, attention turned to Wang Yue. Su Quan tensed.
Wang Yue stepped in.
Cultivation Intensity: Beyond Measurable Range
True Qi Purity: Beyond Measurable Range
Theoretical Combat Power: Unknown
Status: No Anomalies
"Cultivation intensity: beyond measurable range. True Qi purity: beyond measurable range. Theoretical combat power: unknown. No anomalies," Yan Fangfei intoned flatly.
Su Quan was floored again.
She knew the machine's limits—peak Heavenly Origin at best. For Wang Yue, everything maxed out.
Did that mean this fifteen-year-old had surpassed Heavenly Origin?
The three families at their peak had never birthed a Return to Truth powerhouse. Had this decades-old bottleneck been shattered by a boy?
"Yue'er, be honest—what's your realm now?" Su Quan pressed eagerly.
"Just broke through to Return to Truth," Wang Yue admitted.
"Good! Excellent! With you, the three families have hope!" she exclaimed.
Wang Yue eyed the machine. "Aunt Yan, can this be upgraded?"
He cared little for realm detection—what intrigued him was theoretical combat power.
His ultra-pure true qi far outstripped his realm, but he lacked a benchmark.
If it could quantify that—even theoretically—it'd be useful.
"Yes, but not now. My cultivation's insufficient," Yan Fangfei replied, uttering more than data for once.
"What's your realm?" Wang Yue asked.
"Qi Condensation Layer 1."
Wang Yue was speechless. Heaven opened one door and closed another—genius in tech, but cultivation talent...
"To measure Return to Truth or higher combat power, what cultivation's needed?"
"Heavenly Origin... Earth Palace for higher," she said, uncertain for the first time.
Wang Yue sighed inwardly. With her talent, Heavenly Origin—let alone Earth Palace—was a pipe dream.
Su Mengqing's eyes flickered, scheming something.
Su Quan suggested, "Yue'er, why not try the technique with Fangfei? If it works, problem solved."
It wouldn't, but he played along, teaching Yan Fangfei the dual cultivation method and testing it on-site—even with Su Quan.
Predictably, nothing.
"No worries—we'll try more later. It didn't work first try before," Su Mengqing said. "Let's go if we're done. Don't bother Sister Fangfei."
"Oh, one more thing—Aunt Yan, can you help?" Wang Yue said.
Yan Fangfei looked at him silently.
He pulled out the space ring. "Can you change its appearance?"
She took it, still wordless, waiting.
He caught on. "Make it luxurious, matching my status and age."
The plain iron band didn't suit him—low-key would clash now.
She nodded, grabbed liquids and powders from a workbench, tinkered briefly.
Moments later, the drab ring transformed—like diamond-carved crystal, sparkling rainbow under lights, topped with a tiny white-jade skull. Gaudy, with a chuunibyou flair.
Fine, whatever—suited his age.
Wang Yue chuckled wryly, taking it back. "Thanks, Aunt Yan."
Bidding Su Quan and Yan Fangfei farewell, the six piled into Hong Ling's hovercar.
A seven-seater, roomier than his usual—no crowding, but no warm embraces either.
"Yue'er, what do you think of your Aunt Yan?" Su Mengqing asked beside him.
"Great. Looks emotionless like a machine, but obliging."
"I mean her looks. Men have tastes—does she match yours?"
"Duh, one of Jinling's Four Absolutes? Beyond tastes—unless you're into weird stuff, who's immune?" Wang Yue laughed.
Su Mengqing smiled, dropping it. "Where to next?"
"Home if nothing else."
"Hmph, kicking us to the curb already?" she huffed.
"Huh?"
"What'd you do? Without self-cleaning, your cum's still in their saucy pussies and wombs. Can't spare time for them?"
She whispered, "Dense idiot."
"Eh?" No dating experience—women were lust, not love (save family ties). He fumbled romance.
But he could learn. "Fine, my hundred-odd pounds are yours today."
"Better." She huffed.
Zi Yun, smitten since conquest, chimed, "Qing-jie, we're fine. If Young Master has plans—"
"Daylight—what plans? And drop 'Young Master'—call him by name. You're his women now."
Aimed at him, securing her sisters' status amid his harem.
Bai Yan laughed from the wheel. "Sisters forever?"
"Nope—you'll answer to me. I'm his aunt—lucky I don't make you call me that too."
"Such a dutiful aunt—worried he'd burst," Hong Ling teased, eyeing his crotch.
Su Mengqing had freed his rigid big dick, stroking it.
"Yup, love my nephew's big dick. Problem? You don't?"
Recalling its heaven-shattering thrusts, the four fell silent. How could they not?
"Speechless? Dual cultivation's just the start—try other spots," Su Mengqing said. "Zi Yun, you first."
"Eh?" Zi Yun clutched her ass, pouting. "Qing-jie, no—I'll die."
"Just blow him. Die how?" She paused. "Not anal, right?"
She glanced at Wang Yue—don't get ideas.
He shook his head. No such thoughts—why skip a perfect saucy pussy for ass?
Zi Yun relaxed, leaned in. Under guidance, her mouth enveloped his big dick.
...
No rush home—the hour there took over two back.
Hong Ling's crew learned new skills: hands and mouths on Wang Yue.
He came twice—in Su Mengqing's and their mouths.
They marveled: unnatural stamina, endless loads.
From last night—excluding Su Mengqing—thirty-plus times, voluminous. How'd his frame produce it?
In the city, lunch at a local spot, then shopping strip.
Led by Su Mengqing, the battle-hardened women cut loose—shed combat gear for feminine wear, shop-hopping.
Wang Yue: agony and ecstasy.
Even titans tire shopping—men's buy-now vs. women's picky. Money no object.
Perks: called to fitting rooms. No full sex, but mouths and hands obliged.
Half-afternoon: ten-plus loads.
Pure Yang Technique saved him—else even Return to Truth would've collapsed.
Dusk: dropped at Wang Family Estate, they drove off laden with clothes, jewelry, bags.
Home, Liu Ruoshi summoned him.
"Yue'er, where were you last night and today?" Alone—private query.
"With little aunt at Su base, consulted Aunt Yan Fangfei." Half-truth.
She eyed him. "Know Elder Li Chonghe from Tianhai had an incident last night?"
"Li Chonghe? What happened?" Feigned shock.
They'd agreed secrecy—no burdening others, less leaks.
"Found dead thirty li south of Jinling this morning."
"Impossible! Return to Truth Layer 3—who in Jinling could kill him?"
"Only you fit. And vendetta over his son. Had to ask."
Trusting, no games.
He shook head. "Grandma, too much credit. Return to Truth bigshot—no clues on his son. Why risk?"
She relaxed. "Good. Hide your power— not time to shine."
"Got it. Oh, Great-Grandma Su Quan knows my cultivation method."
Reminder: posture lest other families suspect hoarding.
Her savvy grasped it. "I'll handle."
Back home, he perused Li Chonghe's manuals.
Skipped basic merit laws—dual cultivation trumped. Unless attribute-specific rare ones (Heaven-tier min, unavailable).
Best martial: low Earth-tier Heaven-Flipping Palm.
Palm art, power-focused—less refined than Profound upper Jade Breaking Palm.
Wang Yue, blending Eight-Level Gale into Jade Breaking Palm with progress, passed.
Profound extreme Light Smoke Step intrigued—agility art.
Mastered: triple speed, nimbler dodges. Boosted combat hugely.
Li Chonghe origin—solo practice till cleared.
Last: Soul-Severing Blade, Profound upper knife art. Refined moves—useful.
Now a true bladesman, beyond one-trick Gale bluff.
Li Chonghe haul solid. Prize: mid-Earth merit (space ring better—portable storage).
"Young Master, dinner!" Li Menglan called.
He emerged. In deep blue gown, she arranged dishes from the box. He hugged from behind. "Lan-jie, you're back?"
"Week's up." Slipped out unintended.
"My Lan-jie bottled up, huh?" Hands cupped her medium tits through fabric.
"Oh..." Primed for fucking, aroused already, she melted into him.
His big dick hardened, pressing her ass. Softness stirred him. "Lan-jie, pre-dinner workout?"
"Mm." Shy yes, moving to bedroom.
He held tight. "No hassle—here's fine. Good sis, ass up."
She obeyed: hands on table, bent.
He hiked her skirt, tugged panties aside, dropped pants halfway. Big dick—mouth-spent yet vigorous—teased her damp saucy pussy.
"Lan-jie, missed me?" Glans grinding slit, whispering.
Honest nod. "Yes."
"What part?"
Blushing. "You, Young Master."
"Liar—we were together yesterday. Truth—what?" Gripped base, rubbing harder in slick folds.
Itching unbearably, shameless: "Your... big dick."
"Where?" Harder friction.
"Menglan's little saucy pussy craves Young Master's big dick! Please—fuck me!"
Glans soaked, ready. He thrust—squelch—deep into tight warmth.
"Ah..." Still adjusting to girth. "Young Master, gentler—too hard, hurts my pussy."
He stilled, buried, hands remoistening tits. Unsated, stripped her dress, shoved bra up, flesh-on-flesh kneading. "Better, sis?"
"No hurt—move!" She backed onto him impatiently.
"Sis so slutty today?" He matched, slamming in sync.
"You fuck too good." Shy.
"More pleasure then." Grinning, he ramped up—pounding frenzy.
"Oh... oh... ah... ah..." Blissful moans, ass twisting wildly.
Clothes hindered—he stripped mid-thrust, her too.
Naked now. Hands on perky ass, yanking hard; hips bucking. Each plunge hammered her core.
Squelch... slap... squelch... slap...
Watery thrusts, flesh-smacks filled the room.
"Young Master... so fierce... your big dick... thick... hard... long... Menglan's saucy pussy... fucked to ecstasy..." Lewd cries.
Soon, lifted leg to table-edge—deeper access. Glans breached cervix, invading womb.
One prior fuck—no match for onslaught. Dozens thrusts: spasms, pussy clenching.
Climax near—he halted deep, grinding like a drill.
"Ah!" Hysterical scream, body quaking. Core-mouth clamped, sucking fiercely.
He grunted, swelling, erupting thick scalding cum straight to womb.
Jet triggered her peak anew—muscles taut, then collapse onto table, held by him.
Hugging waist, carried to chair, her back-to-him astride—linked unbroken.
"Comfy, sis?"
Still hazy. "Too much—thought I'd die."
"Worth the effort. Now hungry—feed me?"
"Mm." Rose.
Held firm. "Like this."
"But..." Big dick rigid inside—how eat?
"If uncomfortable, move."
Obedient: chopsticks to mouth, then kiss-fed. Flexibility from Spirit Condensation aided.
He took half back—shared bites amid kisses. Twists stirred his cock; her fires reignited, juices trapped, bloating uncomfortably.
She'd bounce occasionally, fucking out excess.
Slow meal: near hour.
No climaxes—teasing bliss. He'd savor all night given time.
But duties: Yan-mom and Xue Yan awaited.
No more dawdle—flipped her facing, stood, pinned back to wall, piston-mode.
Perfect for her—hour's tease had her desperate. Relief flooded...
From dining to bed, battlefields shifted—cock never left pussy. Till she blacked out post-peak.
Gains minimal—huge gap. Still Return to Truth Layer 1.
Her: Earth Palace peak. No fresh Yuan Yin—else Heavenly Origin like others.
Dual cultivation optimized: batch Heavenly Origin producers, fast till Return to Truth.
Then peers boost him faster...
Virtuous cycle.
Alt: more women for Yuan Yin—unforceable.
Kiss asleep Li Menglan, tucked her, slipped out—to Yan-mom's.