Twin Cousins
"Why are you here at this hour?" Su Mengqing asked.
"I missed you all, so I came to see you." As a qualified little pervert, Wang Yue naturally wouldn't give some straight-guy answer like "I had nothing to do and happened to be nearby."
Hearing this, Hong Ling and the other three couldn't help but feel delighted.
They were all orphans adopted by the Su family, raised from childhood with the belief that they could devote everything to the family.
Though Wang Yue didn't bear the Su surname, he was the Su family's nephew and the only man in the three great families now—at least half a Su family master.
That meant even if Wang Yue truly fucked and ditched them or treated them as playthings, they'd have no choice but to endure it silently.
But now, he said he missed them. Though "you all" mainly meant Su Mengqing, it still satisfied them deeply—their little man still cared about them.
Su Mengqing was pleased too, though not as wildly ecstatic as her four sisters. After all, she wasn't just his woman; she was his blood-related little aunt. A nephew missing his aunt was only natural!
"You haven't eaten yet, right? Join us then." Su Mengqing beckoned Wang Yue over, patting the seat beside her.
Years of adventuring had ingrained in Su Mengqing and her sisters a good habit: they barely talked during meals and ate quickly.
Wang Yue had seen this back when they'd ventured into the Beast Territory together.
He didn't have the habit himself, but a man accommodating his women was only right. So when with them, he'd adopted it too.
Lunch wrapped up swiftly. After a quick cleanup, Su Mengqing said, "Oh, right—did Xin'er tell you? In a few days, I'm heading out to sea."
"She did." Wang Yue nodded. "But she wasn't too clear, just said you were fetching something."
"That's because I didn't explain it fully to her." Su Mengqing replied, "Didn't you want your Aunt Yan Fangfei to make better testing equipment? We're going to an island for some special materials to craft it."
"Any danger?" Wang Yue asked.
"Some, sure, but nothing major." Su Mengqing said. "The island's got fierce beasts, but the strongest are just Heavenly Origin realm. We couldn't set foot there before, but now it's no issue."
She skipped the sea dangers. This inland sea, formed from the ancient Yangtze, connected to the true ocean but was freshwater. Powerful sea beasts avoided it, and even local strong water beasts migrated to the real sea for their kin.
Thus, the inland sea held little threat. To date, the strongest water beasts humans encountered there were rare Return to Truth realm ones—odds no higher than a meteor strike.
"Heavenly Origin beasts, huh? Looks like I'm coming too." Wang Yue said. His little aunt's current strength likely had no rivals in Heavenly Origin, but he couldn't bear even a sliver of risk for her.
"Of course you're coming—that's why I told you." Su Mengqing stated matter-of-factly.
"A few days at sea—any fun onboard?" Wang Yue asked eagerly. Reborn twice, he'd never been to sea or sailed a big ship.
Su Mengqing grinned mysteriously. "Depends on you."
"What do you mean?" Wang Yue puzzled. He'd never even been on a big ship—how would he know?
"Sailing's boring, but you can make your own fun." Su Mengqing teased. "Bring your Yan Mommy, auntie-wives— we'll crew the ship ourselves. Then it's all your women aboard. Fuck whoever, wherever you want. Not fun enough?"
Wang Yue's youthful heart raced. He'd imagined surfing, swimming—but her words sparked his lust, his cock hardening instantly.
Su Mengqing continued, "You could even bring a few unconquered ones. The vibe'll drop the challenge tenfold."
"Little Aunt, why do you love me having more women?" He'd asked before, but she always dodged. The more evasive, the stranger it seemed—no woman wanted her man chasing others.
Hong Ling and the others were curious too. They'd accepted their place, not dreaming of exclusivity, but didn't want his harem overflowing.
This time, Su Mengqing didn't evade. "I want you the world's strongest, fastest. Then our lives get easy."
It fit her: outwardly tough and independent, inwardly needy for reliance. If Wang Yue became the strongest, she could lean on her beloved nephew fully, no more solo burdens.
Wang Yue trusted her, but pressed: "Outsiders work fine—why push family? Xin'er, even... Mom?"
"Outsiders? Untrustworthy. Family's reliable." Su Mengqing giggled. "And it's for you. Don't think I don't know you—the closer the relation, the hotter the fuck. Imagine your big dick plunging into your real mom's saucy pussy... tsk tsk."
Her words stirred him, but he wouldn't admit it. He yanked her into his arms, groping a massive tit through her clothes. "Right now, I just wanna shove my big dick into my real aunt's saucy pussy!"
Su Mengqing slipped free, sauntering to the floor-to-ceiling window behind her desk. Hands braced on the glass, she bent over, ass high and swaying seductively. "Come on, nephew—fuck your real auntie!"
Her cultivation boosted her physique, including sexual recovery. Three days since last, she was ready for two or three orgasms.
Her pose made Wang Yue swallow hard. Her fattest ass and longest legs—especially those straight jade thighs—rivaled her white tiger bun pussy for allure.
He fantasized her in stockings, miniskirt, heels—pure insanity.
Even in tight combat gear, it was nosebleed-worthy. He strode behind, fingers like blades—"rip!"—slicing a huge gash along her ass crack, exposing her dampening bun pussy between those thighs.
He loved and hated those legs.
Loved: so sexy, they'd arouse any man on an average woman—let alone on her.
Hated: his own shorter stature. In her sexiest pose, he couldn't thrust straight in—needed tricks to reach.
Simple fix: prop underfoot.
But he turned to Hong Ling and crew: "Sisters, help me out."
They were fired up too.
Last time fresh deflowered, Wang Yue hadn't overdone it. Recovered now, they craved more.
Su Mengqing had directed their fun last time but sat out. Now watching her get fucked? Electric anticipation.
They crowded eagerly. "How?"
Wang Yue freed his iron-hard cock, gauging behind her. "See? Can't reach Little Aunt's pussy. Lift me?"
"Easy." They chimed, dividing tasks seamlessly. Hong Ling hugged his waist from behind, hoisting him. Lu Bo and Zi Yun flanked, steadying each leg.
Tiny Bai Yan squatted, sucking his cock slick with saliva, then pressed the head to Su Mengqing's bun. "Ready!"
Hong Ling shoved—plop!—his thick shaft breached, plunging into her dripping saucy pussy.
Then they rocked him: forward, back—fucking her effortlessly.
Wang Yue relaxed, enjoying the laziest pussy-pounding since learning.
Bai Yan cheered verbally: "Qing Sis, your pussy's so plump and tempting— no wonder Young Master loves fucking it. If I were your nephew, I'd cave too."
Sisters or not, last time she'd watched them fucked—this scene still shyed Su Mengqing.
Plus, sprawled on the window overlooking bustling streets—though invisible, the "public gaze" thrilled.
But nephew's big dick felt too good; shyness melted in pleasure.
Watching sisters and crowds while her nephew railed her? Unspeakable thrill. She bucked back, moaning: "Good Yue'er... big dick... nephew... you fuck pussy so well... Auntie feels... so good... your... big cock... so awesome... gonna... smash Auntie's... saucy pussy... ah... harder... fuck Auntie hard... fuck her to death..."
Zi Yun teased: "Qing Sis, we're doing the work—why praise your nephew?"
"My pussy... oh... gets fucked... oh... this good... by nephew's... big dick... without it... you girls... could push... all you want... useless... so... praise my... big-dick nephew..." Su Mengqing declared boldly.
Being carried to fuck her was easy but less fun than self-thrusting. Wang Yue took over, pounding while growling: "Little Aunt, your pussy's so fat, soft, tight—clamps my cock perfect. Love fucking it—gonna fuck you forever!"
His motion intensified her bliss. "Auntie... loves... Yue'er fucking... her saucy pussy most... wish forever... your big dick... stays in Auntie's... pussy... never pulls out... always feel... nephew fucking..."
Zi Yun joked: "Qing Sis, too greedy. He's your nephew, but can't hog his big dick—we need some!"
"Little girl... can't wait... to get fucked? No prob... soon my... big-dick nephew... fucks you hard... good nephew... Auntie cumming... cum with me... want your cum... all in Auntie's pussy... fill her saucy pussy... ah—!" A sharp cry, her body arched, pussy clamping his cock in spasms.
Wang Yue knew her peak neared. He hilted his near-20cm monster, head grinding her tender womb mouth.
"Ah... ah... ah..." Su Mengqing wailed long, quivering violently to ecstasy's peak.
Wang Yue roared, flooding her womb with cum.
Aunt and nephew basked in orgasmic afterglow, recovering slowly.
Seeing Qing Sis fucked so blissfully fired up Hong Ling and crew—they ached for their turns.
Post-climax, Su Mengqing had him pull out, eyeing Zi Yun: "Eager girl? You first. Sisters, help."
Under her lead, they stripped Zi Yun bare, hoisting her by limbs.
Lu Bo and Bai Yan rear-held arms; Su Mengqing and Hong Ling spread legs wide into splits, exposing her dripping tender pussy.
"Yue'er, stay put—your Zi Yun Sis fucks you now." They maneuvered her pussy onto his upright cock, easing down.
Zi Yun, not much older than him and on her second time, struggled with his size.
Su Mengqing paced it, inching her down.
Zi Yun flushed, eyes shut, savoring her pussy stretching around him bit by bit.
Wang Yue thrilled: four beauties airlifting another onto his cock.
…
Longtime sisters, they cut loose before each other—Wang Yue reveled.
But after two orgasms each, Little Aunt halted: "Sea trip soon—save stamina for then."
Sensible. Plus, cumming twice in each pussy, plus their hands/mouths milking him multiple times—dozens of loads—he was sated, no protests.
Post-shudders, no sage mode. Dressed, he nestled among the five beauties: kissing lips, groping tits, slapping asses—right hand glued to Little Aunt's sexy long legs.
"Little Aunt, off-duty—no more combat suits." Wang Yue mused, fantasizing black stockings on those legs—instant hard-on.
"Don't like me in them?" Su Mengqing, in fresh gear, enjoyed his thigh-caressing.
"Love it—you're gorgeous, sexy in anything." Honest praise, then: "But same look daily? Aesthetic fatigue."
"Fatigue shmatigue— I dress for me, not others." She huffed tsundere.
"True, but..." Wang Yue trailed.
"But what?" She snapped playfully. "See me like this too much, cock won't harden?"
"Never—you're too sexy; anything makes me hard for you." He grinned. "Variety? I'd get hornier, more kinks—better for us?"
"Pfft, few kinks now and I'm wrecked—if more, we'll die fucking!" She eyed him.
Hong Ling and others giggled, but all—including Su Mengqing—filed his words away.
Mid-laughter, her desk intercom buzzed. Answering: receptionist's voice. "President, two Su Misses for you."
"Send them up." Su Mengqing hung, grinning at Wang Yue. "Jin'er and Xiu'er here—behave."
"Little Aunt, quit teasing." Wang Yue flushed, minds flashing twin silhouettes.
Su Jin'er and Su Xiuer—Big Aunt Su Mengyun's twins.
Grandpa unreliable, uncle inadequate—Big Aunt stayed, took a live-in son-in-law; daughters took her name.
Inheriting her genes, among Jinling's Twelve Beauties, the twins topped looks—twin buff rivaling past Su Mengyan.
Pre-Change, suitors trampled Su doors—even top powers offered bribes for concubines.
But Su Mengyun, scarred by sister's past, rejected all—even genuine suitors.
Post-Change? Worse—with foes eyeing the families.
Thus, the early-20s cousins—like Wang Yalan's crew—unbetrothed.
Soon, identical beauties entered: suffocating faces matchless, shoulder-length hair, white sleeveless maxis, pink strappy heels—even bust sizes/shapes identical. Silent side-by-side? Even Mom might not distinguish.
Only silent.
"Little Aunt, four sisters—oh, Little Yue too." One greeted all cheerily.
"Xiu'er Sis." Wang Yue cooed sweetly, then to the silent smiler: "Jin'er Sis."
Spot on. Speech revealed: Su Jin'er gentle, quiet; Su Xiuer bubbly, chatty, sweet voice.
"Why here at Little Aunt's?" Su Mengqing gestured seats, asking.
Wang Yue parted from the beauties. Sisters eyed, flanking him left-right.
He sniffed instinctively—identical body scents.
Wang Yue wickedly pondered: Are their... pussies identical too?
Innocent-looking cousins oblivious to his filthy thoughts, Su Xiuer answered: "Grandma sent us—to ask about training with Little Yue."
Their "Grandma": Wang Yue's maternal grandma Chen Lingwei. Their matrilineal home called her that too.
"Three sentences clear it—need a special trip?" Wang Yue wondered.
Su Jin'er blushed shyly.
Su Xiuer giggled bluntly: "It's an excuse to get us out, test if you work with us. Grandma Liu's too much—half your blood's Su; using you for favors?"
"Xiu'er, hush!" Su Mengqing chided.
Wang Yue laughed: "Little Aunt, it's fine. Xiu'er Sis is right—I'm not a one-use item. Sharing's fair; Grandma shouldn't."
"You don't get it—unwritten rule among powers." Su Mengqing explained. "Gifts demand equal exchange; techniques off-limits."
"What bullshit rule." Wang Yue griped.
"No choice. Everyone's connected—if resources/techniques freely shared, century tops: all humans cultivators."
"So vested interests protecting turf." Wang Yue grumbled. "Why not all cultivate, fight beasts together? Ease humanity's pressure."
"Great idea—doesn't suit elites. Change it? Make all obey you, or fear defying." Su Mengqing joked, then pondered: Or maybe Wang Yue could.
Su Xiuer, new to the rule, sighed: "So pointless—wasted trip."
"Wasted? Test with Yue'er now." Su Mengqing grinned.
"But the rule...?" Su Xiuer hesitated.
"My honest Xiu'er Sis—you're too straight." Wang Yue chuckled. "Cousins training together? Families'll agree eventually—we're just early. Grandma meant that sending you."
Su Xiuer flushed, scolding: "Brat, bold now—talking to your sis like that!"
She reached to tweak his ear.
"Mercy, Sis!" Wang Yue yelped, diving into Su Jin'er's bosom: "Jin'er Sis, save me!"
Nearly Little Aunt's height, he was kid-sized to them. Su Jin'er saw no issue, hugging his neck: "Xiu'er, stop— he didn't say anything bad."
"He called me honest—means dumb!" Su Xiuer pouted.
Amid banter, Wang Yue neared bliss overload.
Jin'er Sis's tits rivaled Little Aunt's—loose clothes hid it.
Face buried in deep cleavage, soft, fragrant—heart pounding.
No—cock stirring!
Feeling it twitch, he panicked, wriggled free dramatically: "Xiu'er Sis, my bad—hit me!"
Su Xiuer just masked embarrassment—not really mad. His martyr pose got a token ear-twist, done.
Su Jin'er flushed: hug felt fine, but his escape rubbed her chest—tingly through cloth.
Realization: cousin was fifteen—man-age in heir-hungry families, some wed/fathered.
Be careful around him.
"Enough play." Su Mengqing elder-toned, halting. To Wang Yue: "Teach them the technique, then dual cultivate."
"D-dual... cultivate?!" Su Xiuer gaped, shocked by the term.
Su Jin'er reddened deeper.
"Yeah, two-person practice—dual cultivation?" Su Mengqing boldfaced, then widened eyes at the twins: "Don't tell me you thought dirty? He's your cousin—a kid! How could you?"
Su Xiuer flushed too, whining: "Little Aunt, you're twisting words—we didn't!"
Su Jin'er eyed Wang Yue's blank face: "Stop—don't corrupt Little Yue."
Wang Yue enjoyed the act: "Jin'er Sis, corrupt how?"
"Nothing—they're silly." Su Jin'er dismissed. Earlier suspicion—he'd groped on purpose?—vanished. So innocent.
Su Xiuer pitied him: Grandma Liu's strictness—fifteen and clueless. Sheltered rotten. Gotta show him the world.
Skirmish over, Wang Yue imparted the Dual Cultivation Technique. Once memorized/circulatable: "Sisters, dual cultivate now?"
Blushes anew. Su Xiuer huffed: "You too?!"
"Two-person run—dual practice. Wrong?" Wang Yue innocently.
Su Xiuer knew explaining worsened with this naive kid. "Fine—dual it is."
Said aloud, odd thrill. She knew "dual cultivation's" real meaning—like saying "fuck then."
To clueless cousin—but fifteen, mature where it counted.
Mind wandered to forbidden fantasies.
Su Jin'er silent, inner world richer—fantasies deeper.
Girls bloomed too; fantasies weren't boys-only.
Strip cousin ties: Wang Yue perfect—looks, character flawless; age/height minor.
Su Mengqing smirked inwardly at their flushes: Worth steering. Big Sis, no blame—only Yue'er suits your fairy daughters. Join if possible, taste supreme joy.
Aware of his peak potential, her ambitions grew bolder.
"Sisters, who first?" Twin perfection heart-pounded Wang Yue—filthy scenes flashed, cock twitching. He reined in.
The question intensified their odd vibes—like asking who beds first.
His innocent face dispelled it.
"Me first." Bubbly Su Xiuer claimed, sitting cross-legged, palms out.
Wang Yue sat opposite Second Sis, palms meeting hers.
Contact jolted her—body quivered, heart raced.
No man-contact post-childhood—even lost Dad—but cousin? Fine, like his earlier hug.
Yet post-fantasy, touch sparked.
None knew—not even Wang Yue: ripples from his Pure Yang Technique.
Higher cultivation, imperfect control—unintentional aura increasingly swayed women. Full blast non-attack? Instant heat.
Not full now, but enough to sway his cousins.