The Badass Aunt
Su Jin'er was usually quiet and gentle, but with her good sister around, she had her lively side too. Picking up on her little sister's words, she chimed in, "If you could be with Little Yue, that wouldn't be so bad."
"What are you girls talking about? Young Master Wang already has a fiancée." This time, it was Chu Mo's turn to blush.
"Eh?" Su Xiuer let out a surprised cry. "From the sound of it, if Little Yue didn't have a fiancée, you'd actually consider him?"
"So what if I would?" Chu Mo admitted boldly. "Wang Yue's handsome, great personality, and a martial arts genius to boot. You won't find many guys like that even with a lantern. I'm just a normal woman—having thoughts like that isn't weird, right?"
"If you've got the hots for him, then go for it," Su Xiuer laughed. "Worst case, no official status. Beats jumping into the Zhang family's fire pit. And linking up with the Wang family? Even without a title, your Chu family wouldn't object."
Chu Mo had only been joking at first, but Su Xiuer's words actually made her heart skip a beat.
Still, she couldn't just admit it outright. Grinning, she shot back, "Fine, as long as you two join me. We'll be sisters for life."
"Wh-what do you mean 'join'?" Su Jin'er asked, her pretty face flushing pink.
"Join him, silly. Hook up with Wang Yue," Chu Mo teased. "You two have such plump little buns going to waste—or someday some random guy. Better off for your cousin, right?"
"Nonsense! He's our real cousin!" Su Xiuer spat, though playfully.
The three girls dissolved into giggles and horseplay.
They figured they were far enough from Wang Yue, and their voices low, so they could get away with such naughty banter.
Little did they know, with Wang Yue's current cultivation, even whispers half this volume couldn't escape him.
Hearing their chat, the lust already burning hot in Wang Yue exploded even fiercer.
Knowing he wouldn't go soft anytime soon under normal circumstances, he simply clamped his thighs tight around his cock, grinding discreetly. It didn't take long before he erupted, then swiftly cleaned up with true qi.
He'd heard girls could climax that way before, but trying it himself? Wang Yue couldn't help a wry internal laugh. Guess that's the downside of being too stacked down there.
After their fun, the trio wandered back to Wang Yue.
Chu Mo asked, "Wang Yue, you've been watching a while. What do you think of our routine?"
"Fitness isn't my thing—especially women's routines. Sorry, Sister Chu, can't help there," Wang Yue answered honestly.
That only boosted her opinion of him. Most guys puffed up around pretty girls to save face, but Wang Yue? Straight talk, no ego. It screamed sincerity and character.
By the time the Su sisters reached their little aunt's place, it was afternoon. They'd trained with Wang Yue forever, then messed around here—now it was dinnertime.
Su Xiuer checked her communicator. "Dinner together? Then we've gotta head back."
"Sure." Chu Mo agreed, a sly glint in her eyes as she turned to Wang Yue. "Wang Yue, next time you're out, stick close to your cousins."
"Why?" Wang Yue asked.
Chu Mo grinned. "They carry buns everywhere. If you're starving out there, munch on their little ones."
"Sister Chu, how'd you know I love buns over rice?" Wang Yue asked innocently, eyeing his cousins up and down. "But Sis Jin'er, Sis Xiuer—why carry buns around?"
The twins' identical stunning faces burned crimson.
For some reason, when he mentioned buns, both sisters flashed to Wang Yue burying his face between their legs, devouring them down there.
How could untouched girls like them not feel mortified?
"Don't listen to her, Little Yue. No buns—just compressed rations," Su Xiuer rushed out.
Chu Mo knew when to quit joking.
They changed back in the locker room, then left the gym with Wang Yue. They grabbed simple dinner at a nearby spot. Great family backgrounds or not, none had lavish habits. Good food was good food—no need for fancy restaurants and overpriced fluff.
After, Chu Mo headed back to the gym.
Her words: time was short. Post-Zhang marriage, who knew if she'd run it anymore. She had to wrap up strong for her loyal members.
She said it smiling, but Wang Yue and the sisters saw the rage and helplessness underneath.
"Poor Mo Mo. How do we help?" In the car, Su Xiuer muttered like to herself.
Su Jin'er sighed, then turned to Wang Yue driving. "Little Yue, any ideas?"
"Simple. You two step in, use Su family muscle to trash that damn engagement."
"Easy for you to say," Su Xiuer huffed. "Pisses off two families at once."
"So what? This is Jinling. "Chen, Su, and Wang call the shots. When's it the Zhangs' turn?" Wang Yue said domineeringly.
His secrets were too wild; he'd play it safe, develop low-key across human lands. But in Jinling? No need. High profile fit his status and gains perfectly.
Seeing their manly cousin, the sisters' hearts fluttered, though hesitant. "That might not be good. Zhangs are big outside the three families. Chus aren't weak either..."
They were right. Zhangs topped non-top-three powers; Chus solid mid-tier.
But Wang Yue countered, "Sisters, in the martial world, fists rule. We three own Jinling not by playing nice, but forcing respect. Especially those Zhangs—bouncing around three years. Even without Sister Chu, we... I can't ignore their bullshit."
Three years post-rebirth, beast tide hit. Zhangs didn't defend—colluded with Tianhai outsiders, pressuring the three families.
He'd half-forgotten their minor role, but now it clicked.
"Makes sense," Su Jin'er nodded, eyeing him oddly. "How'd you know all that?"
Wang Yue startled—playing innocent teen here. Grinning sheepishly, "Grandma told me. Training me as Wang heir, so I learn the scene."
The sisters relaxed. Yeah, that tracks. Kid's pure; no way he'd know without telling.
Chatting, Wang Yue pulled into Adventurer Association for their car in underground parking. But Su Xiuer said, "Little Yue, take us straight to Su Family Estate. Gotta talk to Mom. You can speak for Wang family."
Su Jin'er nodded. "Yeah, and it's been ages since Su house. Everyone misses you."
Nothing pressing back home, and yeah, he missed Su kin. "Sure."
Wheel turned; hovercar veered from association toward westside Su Family Estate.
Chu Mo fix in sight, sisters chattered nonstop.
Wang Yue noted: Big Sis Jin'er quiet usually, but chatty with friends.
Su Family Estate sprawled in Jinling's west suburbs, matching Wang scale and layout. Three families rose together; same designers.
En route, Su Xiuer called ahead: big family talk needed.
Entering manor main house, all awaited.
"Yue'er, miss your aunt?" Door barely open, Wang Yue plunged into soft, fragrant warmth—face mashed into pillowy mounds. Clothes buffered, but size and give unmistakable.
Savoring her ripe mature scent and smother, he wriggled free, wryly: "Aunt, trying to smother me?"
Before him: stunning mature beauty. Unlike long-haired stunners he knew, crisp short hair. Echoed Liu Ruoshi's brows but livelier, less stern.
1.73m tall, cropped tank baring midriff, thigh-high shorts, nude stockings on long legs, flat sneakers. Busty hips, sexy yet spirited.
None other than his aunt—and uncle's wife—Wang Yuyao.
Unlike Mom Liu Ruoshi's strict vibe, Wang Yuyao always blunt, carefree. Tomboy youth; marriage and kid changed zilch.
"Cuz!" Nearby girl chirped sweetly.
"Jiao Jiao." Wang Yue grinned. "Haven't seen you awhile—taller! Xin'er'd be jealous."
Su Jiaojiao, aunt's girl, double-cousin. Month younger than him and Xin'er, but way ahead developing. Fifteen, already 1.65m, curves outpacing Xin'er's.
Daughter of Wang Yuyao, inherited looks, personality—even style: short hair, crop top, shorts. Bare snowy legs oozed youth. No stockings.
"Yue'er, c'mere. Let Granny see." Living room: mature beauty in sky-blue gown beckoned.
"Granny." Wang Yue approached, sweetly.
Chen Lingwei, his maternal grandma, Su family's top dog.
Birthing "ancient-modern first beauty" Su Mengyan? Her looks matched Su Mengyun, Su Mengqing tier.
Like childhood, Chen Lingwei patted his head, eyes pure love.
Wang Yue soaked it up.
Grandma Liu stern-faced; among elders, rarer-seen Granny closer.
"You said important talk. Spill," Su Mengyun cut in from side.
Su family thinner now than Wangs. These plus absent Little Aunt Su Mengqing: all direct blood.
"About Chu Mo." Su Xiuer recapped Chu-Zhang mess, including Wang Yue's stance.
All eyes on Su Mengyun—even Chen Lingwei deferred. No opinions herself; Big Sis decided.
Su Mengyun nodded. "Yue'er's spot-on. Time to smack Zhangs down. But need solid excuse."
Martial world: weak eat strong. But folks loved pretexts, birthing unspoken rules.
Blunt smash? Backlash, boycotts. Excuse? Smooth sailing—even flimsy if you're boss. Laundry bag as "WMDs from their house"? Fine.
"Easy," Wang Yuyao said. "Chu Mo tight with Jin'er, Xiuer? She rejects match; say twins stick up for sister."
"Good plan, Aunt," Su Jin'er sighed. "But Mo Mo won't reject."
"Two-way consent? Hands off then."
"She ain't willing—sacrificing for family," Su Xiuer pressed.
"Silly girl. Gratitude fine; ways abound. Why self-sacrifice?" Su Mengyun said. Hated arranged marriages post-sis's hell. (Wang Yue-Chen Xi? Exception: childhood sweethearts, mutual.)
But outsider meddle? Even she held back sans objection.
Helpless: "Gotta come from Chu Mo first. Then excuse."
"Why hassle? Wipe Zhangs out," Wang Yue blurted. "No family, no wedding."
"Yes!" Wang Yuyao and Su Jiaojiao cheered unison.
Su Mengyun frowned. "Yue'er, such thoughts? Extinguish on whim? Thug much?"
Wang Yue shrugged inwardly—not her fault, no past-life scars. Her view fair.
Su Xiuer grinned. "Not impossible. Little Yue steps up."
"Huh?" Wang Yue blinked. Xiuer sis synced? Sneak-extinct Zhangs?
"Chase Mo Mo," Su Xiuer said. "Rejects cuz self-sacrifice, no love. Like someone? No-brainer."
Su Jin'er nodded. "Yeah. She likes Little Yue loads. High odds."
"No way—Yue'er's too young," Chen Lingwei finally spoke. "And fiancée."
"Pfft, Chu Mo same age as twins—seven years older? Martial world: seventy gap's nothing," Wang Yuyao backed. "Fiancée fine; marry Chen Xi official. Chu Mo side-piece. Chus'd love Wang ties."
Su Mengyun eyed Wang Yue, smiled. "Done. Settled."
"Wait—my say?" Wang Yue griped.
"Not thrilled?" Su Xiuer teased. "Mo Mo's hottie; guys beg."
"Hot means chase? Xiuer sis hotter—chase you too?" Wang Yue fired back.
"Brat! Hitting on cuz now?" Su Xiuer pouted, secretly thrilled.
Wang Yue feigned grievance. "Just truth."
"Good. Settled," Su Xiuer sealed. "Tonight, plan Mo Mo moves. Jin'er and I tag tomorrow."
"Fine," Wang Yue grumbled aloud, blooming inside. Chase Chu Mo? Meh. Sisters along? Delivered for conquest!
Matter closed, Wang Yuyao pounced. "Yue'er, really dual-cult with opposite sex? Fast boost both?"
"Yup. Not everyone though," Wang Yue nodded.
"Everyone here—test!" Wang Yuyao beamed.
"Yuyao, Su-Wang not settled. Wait," Su Mengyun cautioned. Admired sis-in-law, but headache too.
Blunt to fault—gutless nice. Hubby sole Su male heir-gen, no power grabs. Harmony, no infights plaguing clans.
But whimsy sparked headaches for family head.
"I'm blood aunt, not outsider," Wang Yuyao muttered, dropping it. Respected Big Sis.
Su golden boy, Wang Yue had his own courtyard here.
That night, he crashed.
Last stay: New Year. Months ago chronologically; eons for him.
Inside familiar-yet-strange home, he poked around.
At huge bathroom, urge hit: soak.
This realm? No baths needed—auto-clean pristine.
But hot water melted tension.
Post-school enlightenments: relax sparked insights. Bath might trigger.
Full tub, stripped, sank in.
Warmth unwound body-mind. Human instinct? Womb amniotic.
Dual relax etherealized thoughts—till door creak snapped it.
Aunt Wang Yuyao: "Yue'er, asleep?"
"Nah, bathing." Wang Yue replied, set to dress out.
She beat him: door swung, in she strode.
Wang Yue yelped, hands cupping crotch. "Aunt! Outta here?"
Meant sneak dual-test; his fluster? Tease time. "What's wrong? Bathed you plenty kiddo."
"Grown now," Wang Yue groaned. Her bluntness irked like Big Aunt's.
"Kid stuff—no taller'n me," Wang Yuyao dismissed, tubside. His death-grip? Laughed. "Hiding what? Seen your lil dick loads—touched even. Lemme check growth."
Hand plunged water, yanked hands free.
"Whoa, grown!" Soft but 10cm+ cock snaked in currents like water snake. Wang Yuyao's eyes bugged.
"Aunt, out please? Talk dressed."
"Clothes? Chat naked," Wang Yuyao shrugged. "Long since I washed ya. One more."
"Wash" meant grab cock firm.
Stunner aunt, slutty fit, soft hand stroking? Wang Yue surged rock-hard instant.
"Whoa, hard too!" Wang Yuyao teased, then gaped. "H-how... so huge?"
Thick long, veiny monster—fierce. Shock-love mix.
Love? Her state.
Bath-prepped insight, pure yang qi tenfold ambient.
Seconds near: long-suppressed lust ignited.
Like guy mid-burn spying dripping saucy pussy—crave even sans fuck.
Women same: gripped premium big dick? Adore.
Wang Yue blissed: rigid shaft in aunt's warm palm, auto-pump. Moan-worthy.
"Yue'er, how'd it get so big?" Wang Yuyao fondled, pumped, queried.
Full innocent act: blank-faced, "Dunno. That big?"
"Hell yeah—double Uncle's. 'Nephew like uncle'? Not here." Wang Yuyao sighed, flashing hubby-love memories. If his matched? Heavenly.
Perfection grew: thick long, veins tease; umbrella ridge? Piston-head—pull-out soul-suck.
"Yue'er, comfy?" Rubbing cock, asked.
Wang Yue nodded hard. "Bliss. Aunt's hand so soft-slick. Feels amazing."
More she stroked, more obsessed. Awkward standing: "Aunt joins bath. Better pose?"
"Yes, yes!" Wang Yue bobbed like eager virgin.
Crop top off, bra shed: perfect teardrop tits burst free. Cherry nipples erect—aroused.
No pause: shorts, stockings, panties gone.
Now nude: full tits, plump ass, long legs—all flaunted to nephew.
Stepped tub-leg-lift: dense-hair veiled mature saucy pussy flashed. Wang Yue spied rosy slit glistening.
"Yue'er, lap-sit." Tub-set, thighs together, patted lush legs.
Close play cock; thigh-squeeze soothed her itch-void.
Wang Yue straddled, upright big dick to belly.
Hands double-grip, pumped: "Comfier?"
"Mm." Eyes locked aunt's heaving tits.
"Naughty—huge dick and boob-gaze," Wang Yuyao laughed. "Wanna feel?"
"Mm." Hands out, cupped teardrops.
"Ohh..." Wang Yuyao moaned comfy. Neophyte? Guided, stroking on: "Not just hold—knead. Pinch nipples. Makes aunt happy too."
Wang Yue obliged: squeezed, kneaded tits; flicked, tweaked nips.
Nipple tingles fanned flames. Thighs crushed pussy—futile.
Fire ventless: channeled to furious double-handjob.
Sudden: "Aunt—bad! Gotta pee."
"Silly—cumming. Best feel," corrected, sped. "Good boy—shoot it all!"
"Oh!" Wang Yue growled low.
Cock swelled; thick ropes jetted meter-high from slit, splattering. Hair, body, even face-gift.
No disgust—thrill: So much, thick, forceful!
"Yue'er, good?" Softened in palm, asked.
"Flying high," Wang Yue beamed.
"Your turn make aunt fly?"
"Sure! How?"
"Off lap." She perched tub-edge, legs splayed, pointed crotch. "Know this?"
"Yup. Pussy. Third Aunt's physiology class."
Huang Yuexiang taught his gen; known. But loaded words: "She showed hers?"
"Nah, pics."
"Real deal ever?"
"Nope." Wang Yue lied smooth now.
"Study up—bonus lesson," Wang Yuyao grinned. "Not just look: touch. Like I did your cock."
"Touch aunt's pussy = comfy?" Innocent eyes.
"Yup. But 'pussy' partial. Men too. Overall?"
"Vagina?"
"Part. Names galore. Aunt likes blunt: saucy pussy. Pretty?"
"Gorgeous. Aunt's saucy pussy stunning—wanna kiss." Honest: not aunt-full like aunties/sis, but prime shape. Light color: pink slit, deep-red lips—no black.
Aroused: juicy shine, melon-fresh tempting.
Meant hand-relief reciprocal.
Nephew mouth-offer? No-brainer. "Kiss away."
Wang Yue dove, lip-locked pussy, light suck—mouthful nectar.
"Aunt, pussy so wet." Smacked lips, swallowed.
"Tasty?" Grinned.
Shook head. "Nah—fishy, salty, musky."
"Hence saucy pussy," unoffended. "Bad taste? Stop."
Wang Yue shook. "Love it!"
Dove again: harder suck-latch, vacuum-hold.
Wang Yuyao euphoric—soul-pull. More: "Good boy—tongue-lick too."
Tongue delved slit.
Ecstasy arched legs round neck, yanked close like pussy-devour. Moaned: "Yue'er, baby—making aunt so good."