Chapter 42: The Women's Fitness Club
The way of yin and yang naturally drew opposites together. Wang Yue's pure yang energy was unmatched at stirring a woman's lust, but it also made the fairer sex inexplicably drawn to him.
That was why Xue Yan, Chen Rong, Liu Xinru, Tang Yue'rou, and the others all insisted their hearts still belonged to their husbands—that their trysts with Wang Yue were merely physical comfort. In truth, though, their affections had long since shifted entirely to him. They just refused to admit it.
Back to the matter at hand.
The cousin duo had diligently "dual cultivated" for quite a while, but as expected, nothing came of it. With no other choice, Su Xiuer reluctantly stepped aside, yielding the spot to her sister.
Whether from nerves or eagerness to "dual cultivate" with her cousin, the usually gentle and composed Su Jin'er moved with uncharacteristic haste. She hurried to Wang Yue's side and sat down promptly.
Her swift motion stirred the air, and from Wang Yue's angle, he caught a fleeting glimpse of her snow-white, slender jade legs revealed as her long skirt flared up.
Though it was just a flash, Wang Yue's heart pounded fiercely.
Among all his women, his little aunt's legs were undoubtedly the most beautiful and seductive. Yet now, he realized Su Jin'er's pair was no less stunning—equally long, straight, plump, and creamy...
If even Jin'er-cousin's legs were like this, then her identical twin, Xiuer-cousin, surely matched her in every way.
Wang Yue's mind raced with wicked thoughts: What if all three pairs of these sexy long legs slipped into black stockings and danced before me? What a sight that would be...
No!
Wang Yue inwardly cursed himself. Just that brief fantasy had his cock springing rock-hard in an instant, without even a moment's warning.
Luckily, he was sitting cross-legged, his tight underwear clamping it down firmly while his loose outer pants hid the bulge.
Su Jin'er, naturally, paid no mind to her cousin's crotch. Once seated, she mirrored her sister, pressing her palms against his and channeling her energy.
Jin'er-cousin's hands felt just as soft and silky as Xiuer's—exquisite to the touch. But Wang Yue didn't dare entertain another stray thought.
After all, these fake dual cultivation sessions didn't last long. If his dick hadn't softened by the end, he'd be in real trouble.
Wang Yue had always just gone through the motions during these pretenses. This time, though, he actually circulated his energy—not the dual cultivation technique or his Pure Yang Technique, but the Wang family's hereditary Mysterious Jade Technique.
In today's martial world, cultivators could practice as many techniques as they wanted without conflict or risk of qi deviation.
Yet no one did. Techniques merely built true qi and advanced realms; different ones couldn't be cultivated simultaneously or stack effects.
So when a stronger technique came along, warriors switched, discarding the old.
Wang Yue had done the same since rebirth, abandoning the Mysterious Jade Technique.
Resuming it now brought no "protagonist halo" miracles.
But it did offer one benefit: unlike the scorching Pure Yang Technique, its gentle nature soothed the mind effectively.
Wang Yue mused: Maybe I should pick up something calming, like the legendary Ice Heart Formula, to practice on the side.
Otherwise, this damn thing down there keeps embarrassing me—getting hard at the slightest provocation.
Even fully focused on the Mysterious Jade Technique, it still took over twenty minutes for Wang Yue's erection to subside. He seized the moment to end the "session" with his elder cousin.
"It's fine. He's tried with plenty of people, and first tries rarely succeed. Just take it slow," Su Mengqing comforted, seeing the sisters' disappointment.
Hong Ling and the others nodded. "Yeah, ladies. We were right there when Young Master got the technique, and it took us until just days ago to succeed."
"Thanks, Little Aunt, sisters. We're good," Su Xiuer said, glancing at Wang Yue. "This guy's not going anywhere anyway. We'll just try again later."
"Sure thing. I'm on call anytime—let's get to real dual cultivation with you two soon," Wang Yue said with feigned innocence, though inwardly he thought: Pure routes are dead ends. Time to embrace the wicked path fully. Sisters, you're mine for life—no escaping!
In that moment, Wang Yue shed his old hesitations, his "both ways" hypocrisy.
From now on, mutual consent was all that mattered!
Pluck the flower while it blooms—don't wait till branches bare regret the empty bough!
Seize the day!
His mention of "dual cultivation" flushed the sisters' cheeks anew, but they felt no revulsion—only a secret thrill.
The longer they spent near Wang Yue, the more his aura affected them. Lucky they were still virgins, untasted by passion's fruits; otherwise, their hearts wouldn't just stir—they'd be flooded with spring desire.
"Little Aunt, you free now? Wanna shop around?" Su Xiuer asked. She'd finally escaped and wasn't ready to head home.
"Hong Ling and I have business. Let Yue'er take you," Su Mengqing declined. One, she had sea voyage prep; two, she wanted to give the cousins space.
"Alright." The sisters agreed eagerly. They already doted on their little cousin, and today, an inexplicable urge to stick with him gripped them.
Thus, the trio left Su Mengqing's office.
Outside, the sisters flanked Wang Yue naturally, Su Xiuer even linking her arm with his.
Being sandwiched by twin stunning beauties was face-giving bliss—except they already topped him by half a head, heels making it a full head. Far from bird-on-shoulder charm, he felt like a tagalong lackey. Annoying.
True qi could halt or slow growth, but not accelerate it. Wang Yue would need years to tower over them.
"Little bro, where to?" Su Xiuer asked once outside the Adventurers' Association.
Wang Yue grinned. "Not familiar with downtown. Your call."
Su Xiuer looked to Su Jin'er.
Though Xiuer was livelier and chattier, Jin'er called the shots. Xiuer happily deferred—no sibling friction.
Su Jin'er pondered. "No plans? Let's visit Chu Mo. Been ages."
"But..." Su Xiuer hesitated. "No men allowed there. What about Little Yue?"
Su Jin'er smiled. "No issue. He's still a kid—they'll make an exception."
"I'm not a kid!" Wang Yue protested.
His pout only made them find him cuter. "Taking you somewhere fun today," Su Xiuer teased.
"Where?" Wang Yue asked meekly. "And who's this 'Chu'—Bear-something?"
"Bear? You think you're Strong Bald or what?" Su Xiuer huffed. "Chu Mo—me and Jin'er-sis's bestie. Jinling beauty, one of the Twelve Beauties. No slobbering when you meet her, or you'll embarrass us."
Her cheeks pinked post-say; she and Jin'er were also among the Twelve. Sounded like boasting.
Wang Yue knew the Jinling Twelve Beauties: six from the three families, plus Aunt Huang Xueyi. The rest? Unmet. Meeting one now? "Sounds good. Let's go."
"Brat. One mention of a beauty and you're hyped. Not enough at home?" Su Xiuer grumbled, oddly irked by his excitement.
Wang Yue chuckled. "Men love beauties—it's nature. More the merrier."
"Little punk. What man are you?" Su Xiuer rolled her eyes.
Su Jin'er giggled behind her hand.
Their coquettish allure stirred Wang Yue. Being young and short ain't all bad. Sometimes, pure shota vibes unlock forbidden plays...
The sisters had driven, but preferred Wang Yue's company, so they ditched their car in the lot and piled into his hovercar.
Under their guidance, he soon parked before "Momo Women's Fitness Club."
They didn't rush in—men barred, after all. Need coordination.
Su Jin'er called ahead for approval, then led Wang Yue inside the unassuming gym.
Per the sisters, Chu Mo—one of the Twelve—was no ordinary folk, from a martial family.
But she shunned warrior circles, sympathizing with mortals. Thus, the gym: no true techniques or skills, but body-bettering workouts.
Not sainthood—empathy. Her mother, mortal-weak, couldn't cultivate, gasped after brisk walks. Father neglected her for it. Chu Mo spared others that fate.
Wang Yue warmed to such kindness, eager to meet her.
First floor: mere entrance. Real gym: sixth floor.
Chu Mo's heads-up spared hassle. The female receptionists eyed curiously—rare male exception—but waved them up with odd glances at Wang Yue.
"Sis, does Chu-sis hate men?" Wang Yue asked in the elevator, recalling the rule and stares.
"Nah. Gyms get messy—mixed crowds spark trouble. She keeps hers clean," Su Jin'er explained.
Unspoken: centuries-old scandals—coaches and pupils, thin clothes, touches turning to trysts.
Chu Mo nixed her gym as hookup den.
Martial families flush; low-status or not, Chu Mo rented the whole sixth floor as her club.
In the main hall, novice members did aerobics. Wang Yue's eyes nearly popped.
Mundanes of all ages, no match for his harem's looks or figures—but damn, the outfits.
Thin, clingy yoga wear highlighted curves, shaped them flatteringly. Bouncing tits, jiggling asses—eye-candy overload.
Some "big households": cameltoes etched in tight pants, sexy-tempting.
Plenty of bun pussies here.
Wang Yue sighed inwardly. Inferior to aunt or sis in plumpness or form, but their men were lucky.
First man in a women-only sanctum? Members froze in shock.
Most shrugged; some griped. One voiced: "What's this? Man in the gym?"
"Sorry, business—passing through," Su Xiuer apologized, yanking Wang Yue's ear. "Brat! Eyes off—move it!"
"Big sis, ow—easy!" Wang Yue yelped cooperatively, dragged to a side passage.
Laughter erupted. Most didn't mind eyes; Wang Yue's youth and handsomeness charmed—even loli-fans eyed flirty teases. Gripes melted at the sibling antics.
Handsome privilege, born with it.
Su Xiuer released after ten meters. "Enjoy the show?"
Su Jin'er felt oddly miffed too—why him ogling them?
"Gorgeous," Wang Yue admitted. "Their routine's graceful, echoes martial forms. Chu-sis is talented."
That caught his eye?
Sisters blinked, then recalled his innocence—clueless on dual cultivation, let alone appreciating women. False alarm.
Moods lifted.
"Spot on," Su Jin'er said. "Mo Mo based it on family martial arts. No true skill mastery, but great for health."
"Impressive!" Wang Yue praised, pondering: Super martial talent? Worth consulting her.
Sixth floor vast: halls, zones galore.
Sisters skipped them, heading passage-end to Chu Mo's "office"—more private gym, apparatus-packed. Why for a warrior?
Prior call: Chu Mo awaited.
"Jin'er, Xiuer—this your cousin?" Greeting sisters, she sized Wang Yue.
"Hi, Chu-sis." Wang Yue greeted, appraising back.
Jinling taste in beauties? Impeccable.
Chu Mo, sisters' age-peers: long black ponytail, painted-brow features. Near their league.
Not as tall, but close—still over Wang Yue. Yoga wear sculpted perfection: modest bust, slim waist, round-perky ass, killer legs—long-straight, tiny feet ~37 EU.
Vital, athletic youth incarnate.
Odd: downstairs, prime bodies—even outlines visible—left him limp.
Chu Mo? Instant stirrings.
This thing's picky. Subs beauty standards.
Wang Yue griped at his dick, nose-to-heart, chanting Mysterious Jade Technique to quell it.
Sisters confirmed; Chu Mo bowed formally, martial salute. "Chu Mo of Chu Clan greets Young Master Wang Yue!"
"Huh?" Wang Yue blinked at the diplomacy.
"Quit teasing," Su Jin'er huffed.
Chu Mo giggled mischievously. "Aw, protective already? Cousin to some—boyfriend to others."
Her sunny, jokey vibe—crude teases routine among friends. Su Jin'er used to it.
Today? Blush-fest. "No jokes. Yue'er's engaged."
"Pity. I'd hoard such a cousin," Chu Mo grinned. "Young Master lives up—handsomest man I've seen."
"As if you've seen tons," Su Xiuer snorted.
"More than homebody Su Second Miss," Chu Mo teased.
Jests done: "Perfect timing. New routine's near done—test and opine."
"Great." Sisters keen; their collaborative brainchild nears fruition—exciting.
"Young Master, sit tight. Clothes change," Chu Mo told Wang Yue.
"Sure." Wang Yue nodded. "Chu-sis, drop 'Young Master.' Like cousins: Little Yue."
"Got it, Little Yue. Make yourself comfy." She and sisters vanished to changeroom.
Sigh of relief. Wang Yue sofa-plopped, adjusted, crossed legs—thighs clamping the unruly beast tight.
Safe now—even full mast, invisible.
Changeroom: sisters grabbed stashed yoga gear. Su Jin'er paused. "Xiuer, skip changing?"
"Why? Skirts hinder moves, gear awkward," Su Xiuer puzzled.
Chu Mo grinned, cottoning on. "Ah—scared he'll spot your little buns."
"Buns?" Blank stares.
"Your bun pussies! Tight clothes mound 'em like mini steamed buns."
Cheeks flamed. Su Xiuer spat: "Mo Mo, such filth!"
"No outsiders—free speech?"
True: besties, trio-only. Spill.
Su Xiuer griped: "Hate it. Stuck to robes or skirts—no pants."
Su Jin'er nodded woefully.
"Cheapskates. Enviable trait—tons jealous."
"Huh? Envy that?"
"Duh. Bun pussies: top-tier. Men's dream."
"Whence this wisdom?" Su Xiuer gasped. "Secret boyfriend?"
"Nope." Chu Mo sighed. "Aunts' 'lessons'—Zhang stronger than us; marry up, learn man-pleasing."
"Engaged to Zhangs?" Su Jin'er asked.
"No way! That scum—fire pit!" Su Xiuer fretted.
Chu Mo wry: "Dad's call. Mom and I can't fight. Envy your powerhouse moms."
"Drag it. We'll scheme," Su Jin'er vowed.
"Yeah. Mere Zhangs—force you?" Su Xiuer added.
Chu Mo heard Su influence offer. "No! They're strong; clan-approved. Meddle, offend both—three years' war. Not worth it for me."
"Watch you burn?" Su Xiuer pressed.
Chu Mo shrugged: "Fate. Chu-born, clan-blessed over mortals. Repay due."
Sisters quieted—upbringing echoed that.
But abandoning friend? Unbearable.
Chu Mo shrugged it off. "Change or not?"
"Change—test how?" Su Xiuer said.
Su Jin'er wavered: "But if Yue'er sees..."
"So? Pure as snow—no dirty thoughts."
"Fifteen. How pure?" Chu Mo scoffed.
"Wang upbringing strict," Su Xiuer exaggerated Liu Ruoshi's rigidity. "Poor kid clueless on dual cultivation."
"That innocent?" Chu Mo's eyes gleamed toy-like.
"No bullying!" Su Jin'er warned.
She knew her: joke-no-limits. Stressed? Overboard risks.
"Promise. Wang heir—too risky," Chu Mo laughed.
Sisters donned yoga wear.
Chu Mo seen it before—girls among girls, no issue. Pupil buns common.
Now? Post-chat scrutiny: sisters' mounds exaggerated—plump, cleft like clamped peachlets.
"Tsk—envy-worthy buns."
"Warned: no vulgarity front of Yue'er—or friendship over!" Su Xiuer blushed fiercely.
"Chill. Manners."
Out they went.
Chu Mo strode bold; sisters hesitated. Cousin clueless? Sure. But baring shame? Mortifying.
Yet... thrilling. Like forbidden exposure.
Wang Yue killed time on comms—boring old shooter. Shota role thorough.
Footsteps: glance up—breath caught.
Knew sisters prime; underestimated. Bust petite-ish, but rest rivaled aunt's perfection.
Ass-leg arcs flawless; young rears ripe as milfs, peach-perfect. Legs divine.
Crucially: leg-root plumpness aunt-level.
Aunt's words rang true: her, sis, cousins—all thus. Familial gift.
Thus: Big Aunt, Mom too.
Sisters' figures: nosebleed fodder. But aunt-hardened, he resisted.
Shota guise: cool facade, sweet smile. "Sisters, ready?"
Chu Mo watched hawk-like: expression pure, gaze clear. Sisters truthful.
But temptation rose. "Yeah, Little Yue. Hot or not?"
"Gorgeous. All three beauties."
Heard often—young gen icons. But his guileless praise? Priceless purity vs. agendas.
"Ditch the crap game. Watch new routine, critique," Chu Mo said.
Perfect—gawk legally. "Gladly."
Stayed crossed-legged.
They shrugged, dove in: apparatus collab, their brainchild.
Explained gear glut: experiments.
Routine machine-synced: they demoed, swapped tips—immersed.
Wang Yue's eyes strained: three stunners, top physiques—sisters insanely sexy.
Apparatus poses: chest thrusts, ass hikes, leg spreads...
Fitness-pure, not tease—but bodies cheated.
Theirs in sheer yoga: standing tempted; moving? Lethal.
Wang Yue's cock ballooned—bursting ache. Craved: seize sister-ass, ram aunt-rival bun.
Return to Truth 3rd layer: they'd crumple helpless.
But no. Sisters his forever-quest; never force. Lust fine, scumming skill—rape? Trash.
(Forgot: big sis forced—happy end.)
Half-hour yak; half-hour ogle.
Result: half-hour max-throb agony.
"Hey—your cousin eye-fucked your buns whole time?" Chu Mo joked post-wrap, whispering afar.
Sisters flushed.
Su Xiuer fired back: "Why harp? You craving his stare."