Spring Scenery at Sea 1
“Sigh!” Chu Kuo let out another sigh and said, “I've said all I can. Think it over yourself.”
With that, he turned and left the villa.
The moment Chu Kuo was gone, Chu Mo immediately said to Xu Yanran, “Mom, I'm heading back to my room first. I have to notify Jin'er and Xiuer about this.”
Xu Yanran knew how serious the matter was and nodded. “Mm, go ahead.”
Back in her room, Chu Mo didn't contact Su Jin'er and Su Xiuer right away. Instead, she dialed Wang Yue's number.
“Mo Mo Sis, we just parted and you're already missing me?” Wang Yue's laughter came through the communicator almost immediately.
“Cut the jokes. I have something important to tell you.” Chu Mo had no mood for banter and relayed her father's words verbatim.
Unlike the shock Chu Mo expected, Wang Yue's voice remained relaxed. “Don't worry, it's fine. Even if Tianhai sends people, it'll take at least a month. And even if they came right now, I wouldn't be scared.”
“I said, stop joking around!” Chu Mo said urgently. “This is Tianhai's power we're talking about. They might even have peak Heavenly Origin Realm experts, or even Return to Truth Realm ones. Who in Jinling could stand against them?”
“Is Return to Truth Realm that impressive? I'm one too,” Wang Yue said with a laugh.
“You're Return to Truth Realm?” Chu Mo was so exasperated she almost laughed. “If you keep joking, I'm really gonna get mad.”
“Mo Mo Sis, I'm dead serious. I really am Return to Truth Realm—third layer peak, about to break into the fourth. In a month, I might even be Mortal Shedding Realm. You think I need to fear any force from Tianhai?” Wang Yue's tone turned serious. “But keep this between us. Don't tell a soul.”
From his tone, Chu Mo could tell he wasn't kidding. Shock hit her like a thunderbolt.
Return to Truth Realm. She'd never even dreamed of it. And across all of Jinling, the strongest known experts were only peak Heavenly Origin Realm.
Rumors spoke of hidden Return to Truth Realm bigshots in Jinling, but no one could confirm it.
Yet here was a real one—a fifteen-year-old boy. If her mind wasn't crystal clear, Chu Mo would've thought she was dreaming.
Hell, she wouldn't dare dream something this wild.
In utter shock, Chu Mo ended the call with Wang Yue and immediately rang Su Jin'er and her sister.
Though Wang Yue had sounded earnest, she needed confirmation from the Su sisters.
And there it was: Wang Yue was truly Return to Truth Realm, even boasting he'd hit Mortal Shedding in a month. What kind of freak was he?
And this freak wanted her.
In the martial world, strength ruled supreme. Chu Mo wasn't immune to that mindset, so her heart raced with excitement.
Meanwhile, after hanging up with Chu Mo, Wang Yue frowned.
Tianhai's big forces? He didn't give a damn. What troubled him was: why hadn't this happened in his previous life?
If Tianhai had meddled back then, the three great families would've suffered, and he'd have known.
So this was new. Butterfly effect from his rebirth? Or some other change?
The more he learned about Jinling's situation, the more mysteries piled up. He sensed an invisible hand pulling strings behind the scenes.
His strength was solid now, but in experience, connections—everything else—he was still stuck in Jinling's bubble. He couldn't yet grasp that hand shadowing the city, maybe more.
Not knowing Lushan Mountain's true face—only because you're standing in it.
But Wang Yue wasn't too worried. His growth was explosive. Even if that “hand” targeted the three families, he'd pierce or shatter it before it closed.
The next few days, Wang Yue visited Chu Mo daily during the day.
He had to act the part of a suitor. But he always brought his two cousin sisters along, so was he chasing one or three? Only he knew.
Su Jiaojiao didn't tag along anymore. Her interest in Wang Yue was fleeting curiosity, now forgotten.
Chen Xi stayed away too, resigned to Wang Yue and Chu Mo's thing. She focused on practicing martial skills, eager to dual cultivate without dragging him down.
These days deepened Wang Yue and Chu Mo's bond rapidly. Shame he was the “innocent little boy,” and though outgoing and teasing, Chu Mo was conservative on romance.
Their physical progress? Hand-holding, cheek-kissing.
Bonus: Wang Yue held his cousin sisters' hands plenty, kissed their identical stunning faces. Girlfriend and cousins advanced equally.
Even Su Jin'er and Su Xiuer's affection matched Chu Mo's—they just hid it.
Wang Yue squeezed in a visit to Li Yingying, but she'd apprenticed under her boss— that Yu Yan woman—and was busy building foundations, no time for else.
The Zhang family stayed quiet. Wang Yue held off striking, waiting for Tianhai's move. Long line, big fish—and test his hunch about that invisible hand over Jinling.
Days later, Su Mengqing was fully prepped. Time to set sail.
Early that morning, Wang Yue drove a twelve-seater minivan.
No choice—smaller wouldn't fit his eleven beauties, big and small.
Xue Yan and Wang Yarou (mother-daughter); Chen Rong, Wang Xin, Wang Yue (female) (mother-daughters); Tang Yue'rou and Wang Jingjing (mother-daughter); Wang Qianqian and Wang Shanshan (sisters); little cousin Wang Zhiting; and of course, Wang Xin'er.
Others: Liu Ruoshi, as elder, skipped the fun; Su Mengyan and Huang Yuexiang preferred quiet; Liu Xinru handled home affairs.
Wang Yalan and Wang Ya'ning bailed too, opting to learn family management from big sis-in-law for future aid to their brother.
These eleven, plus Su Mengqing and Hong Ling's crew from elsewhere: Wang Yue's next week at sea with sixteen stunners. Thrilling.
Pity: intruders Wang Xin, Wang Yue (female), Wang Zhiting, Wang Jingjing.
With them, his nude orgy dream—fuck whoever, whenever—was tricky.
The little ones buzzed with excitement en route. They'd played out often as kids, even sea trips, but not since the incident three years back.
Post-revival, Yangtze ballooned to over two thousand kilometers wide—a true sea. Jinling's nearby shore now hundreds of klicks away.
Wang Yue's van wasn't a high-speed hover, so near noon they hit the dock.
Su Mengqing's group waited—not the five he pictured, but six.
“Aunt Yan, you coming too?” Wang Yue asked, spotting Yan Fangfei quietly by his little aunt.
This lab rat, out 364/365 days? Touring now?
“I invited Sis Fangfei. We're no experts—if we mess up, trouble,” Su Mengqing explained, winking at Wang Yue.
Yan Fangfei, tech fanatic, hated chit-chat. With Su Mengqing explaining, she just nodded.
“Qing Sis, everyone's here. Let's board,” Bai Yan said nearby.
Su Mengqing nodded, then asked, “Hey, aren't you hot and heavy with Chu Mo? Why no invite?”
“She's busy elsewhere,” Wang Yue said. He'd asked Chu Mo and the twins—eyeing those identical cousins for deep "intercourse" this trip.
But inspiration struck after days with him: perfect their fitness routine. Strike while hot, they refused.
Though few, Su Mengqing chartered a dozens-meter luxury yacht, fully equipped.
Autopilot perfected, repair bots for fails—no crew needed.
A horn blast, and the eighteen-person yacht eased from port, speeding into deep waters. Shore vanished soon.
Midday, overcast—no sun. Course set, they gathered deckside: sea breeze lunch.
Wang Yue's eyes bulged. Little aunt, battle-suited on board, now transformed.
Ponytail loose like a waterfall; moon-white sleeveless qipao with red floral print hugged her full perky tits and round fat ass perfectly. High slit to thigh root—black-stockinged legs flashed with steps. Black heels amplified her tall figure, exaggerated curves. Nosebleed fuel.
No bra: tits and ass jiggled softly. Pure “tit waves, ass ripples.”
Seeing her, Wang Yue's cock sprang rock-hard. Good prep: special undies, loose beach pants hid it.
Not just him—other women gawked at Su Mengqing.
Wang Xin'er gasped, “Wow, Little Aunt, you're gorgeous today!”
“Am I not usually?” Su Mengqing laughed, sitting by Wang Xin'er.
“No, just never seen this look. So sexy! Look, someone's staring,” Wang Xin'er said.
Seventeen beauties aboard, twelve his lovers: Wang Yue ogled shamelessly.
Her double entendre landed differently.
Dual-cultivators guessed: his cock stiffened.
Others—Wang Xin, Wang Yue (female), etc.—thought: eyes glued.
Yan Fangfei ignored it.
Lunch: lavish, prepped. Wang Yue? No appetite, drooling more over sexy aunt than eating.
Xue Yan and crew schemed silently: show their best, no letting Su Mengqing steal the show.
Moments later, Su Mengqing said, “Feels kinda hot out.”
Women puzzled: clouds blocked sun, breeze strong—no heat.
And Heavenly Origin powerhouse like her? Shouldn't feel it.
Wang Yue's blood boiled.
She hiked her qipao front like a fan, fanning.
His angle: sexy stocking thighs, snowy roots.
Key: no panties, legs parted slightly. Each lift flashed her full tempting white tiger bun pussy—endlessly craveable.
Glinting wetness in the slit.
Such tease! Wang Yue bolted up. “Little Aunt, course set okay? Let's double-check.”
“Sure,” Su Mengqing agreed happily.
These two!
Little ones obliviously munched; others knew: off to fuck.
But no crowding—they wanted solo shots with Wang Yue too. Helping her helped them later.
Out of sight, Wang Yue hugged Su Mengqing tight, growling, “Little Aunt, you're killing me! Gonna fuck your saucy pussy rotten!”
Su Mengqing giggled coquettishly, turned, hiked rear qipao: long black-silk legs, round white ass, bulging bun pussy between. Bent, ass up: “Come on, fuck me!”
Her legs dwarfed his; heels made it worse—even tiptoes, cock missed. Pure tease.
Wang Yue prepared: waved hand, meter-long adjustable stool appeared behind—from space ring, for team use.
Stepped on, toed height right. Pants/undies to thighs, gripped big dick, slapped her fat ass.
“Little punk, so prepared. Love fucking Little Aunt doggy that much?” Su Mengqing laughed.
“Your fat ass is too tempting. Love pounding while watching it jiggle,” Wang Yue said, pressing cock to her thigh-squeezed ripe-peach saucy pussy. Parted tight lips, slid along.
Itching bad, now nephew's big dick teasing: Su Mengqing begged, “Good nephew, shove your big dick in! Fuck Little Aunt!”
Wang Yue, pent-up, thrust: schlick—full hilt into juicy saucy pussy. Tip breached womb.
“Oh...” Full penetration bliss: aunt-nephew moaned in sync.
No pause: Wang Yue gripped fat ass, pistoned wildly. “Little Aunt, your saucy pussy starved me! Today I fuck you dead!”
“Fuck me... harder... big-dick nephew... oh... ram Little Aunt... hard... fuck your saucy-pussy Little Aunt... so good... killing Little Aunt blissfully...” Su Mengqing wailed in ecstasy.
Hilt-deep each time, her huge ass clapped his abs: slap-slap.
Rippling ass waves fueled him.
Lost in lust, deck voice: Wang Xin'er: “Huh? What's that slap-slap over there?”
Too loud—Xin'er warning.
“Good girl, stop fucking. Change spots,” Su Mengqing urged. Wild with him, even before Wang Xin'er/Hong Ling, but deck had others—shy.
Wang Yue slowed, no move: “Right here—saves time.” Grinned, sped up—but shallow, to cervix only.
No more ass-claps; less womb-thrust, but glans battering cervix thrilled.
His veins/rim scraped walls deliciously.
Office five-way last time—no nephew since. Pent-up days: vent now.
But hush: one hand rail, other clamped mouth.
Dozens rapid pumps, then hilt-deep grind.
“Mmm... mmm...” Su Mengqing quivered, ass-pushing for deeper.
Wang Yue pulled: womb sucked hard, cervix gripped glans—no budge.
“Little Aunt, your saucy pussy's killer—gonna eat my cock?” he teased softly.
“Blame you, bad boy, fucking me so good,” Su Mengqing lewdly laughed. “Can't pull? Live in Little Aunt's pussy forever. Shrink, crawl in—let me feel mommyhood.”
“Little Aunt, wanna be mommy?” Wang Yue asked.
“Want it—scared kid'll be messed up?” Su Mengqing said. Ex-no-marriage-kids, now craved his baby. Love's natural urge?
Wang Yue, still kid himself: “Not necessarily. If you want, try. We can handle issues.”
“No more. Good boy, Little Aunt's cumming—keep fucking!” Topic shift.
Wang Yue forgot, yanked: pop—cork-like. Suction fierce.
Free, he rampaged: faster, harder.
“Mmm...” Soon, Su Mengqing muffled long moan, body convulsing.
Her saucy pussy clenched spasmodically: climax. Wang Yue hilted, glans in womb.
Aunt-nephew grunted, peaking together.
Afterglow: reluctant pullout.
Not sated, but stop. “Check course” excuse—no delay; week at sea, fuck anytime, no binge.
Actually, destination close—full speed: day-night. Week? Sea fun.
Post-cleanup, real control room: anchor, halt yacht.
Back deck:
“Little Aunt, Bro, why stop?” Wang Xin'er asked.
Wang Yue grinned: “Plenty time—no rush. Play awhile.”
“Yay! Swimming!” Wang Qianqian clapped first.
Idea hooked all.
Revival bonus: cleaner world, no pollution.
Yangtze-sea: pure freshwater, drinkable.
June heat (no sun), martial artists unfazed—but swim temptation irresistible.
“Shoot, Qianqian reminded—forgot swimsuits!” Wang Yue (female) groaned.
Wang Xin'er laughed: “No outsiders—skinny dip!”
“But...” Wang Xin/Wang Yue (female) eyed Wang Yue—grown bro, naked before him?
Wang Qianqian whooped, stripped bare, vaulted rail—plunge.
“Qianqian, careful!” Cries.
Deck meters high; her size sparked worry, ignoring cultivation.
Wang Yue shed shirt/pants—special undies only—followed dive.
Women relaxed, eyed each other—no bold strip like her.
Su Mengqing/Xue Yan knew relations—but tacit; sudden nudes? Hesitant.
Bai Yan: “No fuss—we brought tons. Swimsuits galore, pick faves.”
Ran cabin, bag: bikinis—barely covering three points, all colors/sizes.
“None modest?” Wang Xin meekly asked.
“Beggars can't—pick!” Wang Xin'er grabbed pink set her size, changed aside.
Led way: women picked colors—even Yan Fangfei, white.
Soon: dozen+ eye-candy lines. Stunners in micro-bikinis—man-killers.
Changed, no repeat jump spot—yacht had water stairs opposite.
Wang Yue watched Qianqian: safe. To stairs, descend.
Wang Yue water-entered: tiny body clung.
“Daddy, your big dick,” Wang Qianqian arms-neck, legs-waist, ear-whisper: “Quick, before they come—fuck me bit.”
“Eager girl?” Wang Yue laughed. Right hand cupped niece ass, fingers natural to tender saucy pussy: slick, overflowing—river couldn't rinse.
“Your fault—and Little Aunt's,” Wang Qianqian freed right hand, yanked undies, gripped hard big dick, Twisted ass: engulfed uncle's in itchy tender cunt.
Wang Yue knew: sounds fooled weaklings like Yan Fangfei/Wang Xin—but not dual-cultivator power-ups.
Perfect: keep 'em horny, fuck any when.
Felt niece slickness: wanted bad. No chit-chat—thrust body, pumped.
Thirteen-year tight pussy; water-dunked, lube rinsed each pull—increased friction. Uncle-niece blissed.
No time for flair—Wang Xin/Wang Yue (female) might check. Hard pounds: her squirting climax, creampie bliss.
Post: underwater ass-pat. “Good girl, this once. Daddy'll continue later. Join 'em—too long, worry.”
“Okay.” Reluctant, slipped off big dick, asked: “Daddy not coming?”
Wang Yue grinned: “Other plans.”
She swam around; he dove tailing underwater.
Water-vision? True qi eye-shield: dive-mask clear.
Underwater niece: legs kick, pink pussy flash—tempting, wanna re-fuck.
Soon joined; trailing Wang Yue eye-feasted.
Littles splashed war, waves raging; adults circled protectively—instinct, despite high cultivations.
“Qianqian, just you? Uncle?” Xue Yan asked.
“Busy elsewhere,” Wang Qianqian dashed—water war.
Waves obscured underwater view despite clarity—Wang Yue's chance.
Surfaced afar, spotted Xue Yan, dove fish-like, rear-approach.
Yan-mom's figure killer; water-view exotic. Hand to fat ass caress.
Xue Yan watched kids, chatted Su Mengqing—ass-grope startled.
Then relaxed: hand size, touch, pressure—Wang Yue, little perv.
Brat, snuck for mischief.
Amused, enjoyed.
For perfect trip, he'd skipped “schedules” lately: fed big-sis-in-law full, others tease—unsated.
Plus aunt-nephew audio-live: Xue Yan burned.
Approved mischief—wanted more.
Wang Yue delivered: ass-grope to yank bikini bottoms, head crotch-dive, kissed oozing mature saucy pussy.
Xue Yan shocked directness, leg-clamp warning: too crowded, spot easy.
Wang Yue bolder: tongue slit-lick, rolled thrust-stir.
Xue Yan flushed—half bliss, half shame. Water or not, public pussy-lick.
Extreme shyness: wild thrill.
Wang Yue thrilled too.
Multi-flies common, but before this crowd? First.
Especially non-lovers like Wang Xin/Wang Yue (female): illicit stepmom-fling under eyes rush.
Stimulated, he spun, spread legs, freed cock, rammed mature saucy pussy.