Chapter 49: Springtime on the Waves 3
Wang Yue gave a wry smile. "Little Aunt, why are you always trying to drag my mom into this?"
"No choice—she's my own sister. If I don't think about her, who will?" Su Mengqing sighed.
Wang Yue said helplessly, "So you want my mom to commit incest with her own son, and you're saying it's for her own good?"
"Of course." Su Mengqing declared righteously, "All that talk of incest is just nonsense. Back in ancient times, brothers and sisters, even mothers and sons, married all the time. Sons inheriting their father's wives was common too. Later generations opposed it only because they realized it wasn't great for reproduction. Over time, that formed our modern ethics."
"Sounds like it makes some sense." Wang Yue nodded thoughtfully.
Su Mengqing continued, "So as long as you don't have kids, it doesn't matter who you sleep with. As long as both sides are happy, that's fine. You've got the goods to give any woman the ultimate pleasure in life—why can everyone else have it but not your own mom? Calling you unfilial wouldn't be wrong at all."
"Oh, so after all that, you want me to 'honor' my mom this way?" Wang Yue was stunned by his little aunt's twisted logic.
Su Mengqing nodded. "Exactly. Honoring your mom means making her happy. Can you bear to let her spend her life alone, never even knowing the taste of sex?"
"Then what about Grandma? She's your mom too. If you want to honor her, shouldn't you find her a man?" Wang Yue shot back in frustration.
To his surprise, Su Mengqing nodded. "Yeah, but we can't just pick anyone—people's eyes matter in this world. So no outsiders. After thinking it over, you're the best fit. Same for your big aunt. If possible, I want them both to taste your big dick."
"I'd rather let my saucy little aunt taste my big dick first!" Wang Yue yanked her into his arms, groping her up and down to shut her up.
Though her arguments were crooked logic, he found himself agreeing deep down—which left him a bit unsettled.
Su Mengqing didn't get to taste Wang Yue's big dick after all. They'd barely tussled when the women emerged from the cabins in their changed clothes.
Wang Yue released her, whispering before she left, "Tonight in the room, put on those stockings and wait for me!"
Wang Jingjing bounced over just then, catching the tail end. "Little Uncle, what about stockings?"
"Nothing—my mouth glitched and spouted nonsense." Wang Yue covered quickly. "No, it got hacked."
"Huh?" Wang Jingjing looked baffled, but being a kid, she shrugged it off and scampered away to play.
It was now afternoon, and the yacht resumed sailing—but at a snail's pace. No one aboard wanted the trip to end too soon.
Wang Yue glanced around discreetly and noted that his second cousin Wang Yue hadn't come up to the deck. Knowing she was waiting for him, he slipped into the cabin and headed to her room.
Wang Yue hadn't changed, hadn't even removed her swimsuit. She waited naked.
Seeing him, she locked the door without a word, flopped onto the bed, and said bluntly, "Come on, let's start."
At just twenty, Wang Yue's body was still developing—not as ripely seductive as his little aunt's, but already stunning: long and athletic, with perky snow-white breasts perfect for a handful, cherry-pink nipples standing erect and mouthwatering.
Wang Yue pounced, burying his face in her chest and sucking one little nipple into his mouth.
"Oh..." A jolt of electric pleasure made her moan, though she grumbled, "We're dual cultivating—why suck my tits?"
Feeling her nipple harden in his mouth, Wang Yue smirked inwardly at her tough talk. He grabbed her other breast, kneading gently, then released the nipple with a grin. "Gotta prep first, or it'll hurt."
He latched onto the other one.
Her tits fondled and sucked, the tingling bliss made her revel in it, though she stayed stubborn. "A little punk like you—how bad could it hurt?"
She didn't stop him, closing her eyes to savor it.
After lavishing her breasts, Wang Yue parted her legs, eyeing her crotch.
Wang Yue's pubic hair was even sparser than Wang Xin's, same shape and color—pink butterfly pussy inherited from their mom.
Bold as she was, having her cousin stare at her pussy embarrassed her. "Don't look there!"
"Gonna fuck it soon—gotta check, or what if I miss? Wow, such a pretty little butterfly!" Wang Yue praised, kissing her butterfly beauty. He subtly released pure yang energy to stoke her lust.
"Mm... ah... so good." Wang Yue moaned, understanding why her sister didn't hold grudges against this brat. Young as he was, he knew his stuff—licking her to ecstasy.
Wang Yue didn't go full throttle, but between his energy and tongue, she didn't last longer than Yan Fangfei. Soon, her virgin pussy overflowed with sticky nectar.
Timing it right, Wang Yue stripped.
"It's huge!" Wang Yue gasped, staring wide-eyed at his impossibly massive cock, fear flickering.
"You want this inside?" She eyed it timidly. "Will it hurt?"
"A little punk like me—how bad could it hurt?" Wang Yue teased with her own words.
"How was I to know a punk like you packed this monster?" she huffed.
"Relax—once you're used to it, you won't mind the size." He pressed his cock to her dripping virgin slit. "Even your mom loves it now."
Her sensitive folds kissed by his hot glans, she shuddered in bliss, missing his words.
"Sis, here it comes." Wang Yue lubed with her juices, easing his egg-sized head into her impossibly tight virgin pussy.
As her walls parted, she felt stuffed yet thrilled, craving more depth.
He obliged slowly, inching until the head was in, bumping her barrier.
"Sis, how's it feel?" He shallow-thrusted, asking.
"So full... but no pain." Far from it—she was soaring. The entrance was ultra-sensitive; small-dicked guys relied on it and clits for pleasure. These shallow pumps had her in heaven.
Short pain beats long agony.
A lesson from Yan Fangfei. With her soaked and relaxed, he slammed forward, shattering her hymen and burying deep.
"Ah—!" Ripping pain made her scream, legs kicking instinctively.
Wang Yue pinned them. "Sis, stay still—moving makes it worse. Just this once, then bliss."
Tough as she was, she calmed quickly but griped, "Warn a girl! That monster nearly killed me."
"Short pain beats long. Dual cultivation needs it. You'll love it soon." He grinned. "The pain now? That's the pleasure later when I fuck you."
"Hey, clarify—we're dual cultivating, not fucking. No funny business." Wang Yue stressed. No real difference, but it eased her conscience. Cousins dual cultivating? Fine. Fucking? Incest.
Wang Yue smiled, not arguing. "For dual cultivation, let's circulate the technique."
Their qi linked swiftly, the dual cultivation perks kicking in.
Her pain vanished, replaced by utter fullness.
His rigid cock pulsed with his heartbeat, teasing every nerve—blissful torment.
Soon, the fullness without friction drove her wild. "Bro, move."
"Can't—we're dual cultivating. Moving makes it fucking." He shook his head. "No funny business."
"Brat!" Furious yet aching, she snapped, "Fine, sis consents—fuck me."
"You said it." Grinning triumphantly, he began slow thrusts.
Relief flooded her; each stroke sent her to paradise.
Qi exchange accelerated with pleasure.
After a dozen pumps, her cultivation jumped from Qi Condensation 8th layer to 9th.
Though lost in ecstasy, her goal was cultivation—she tracked it.
The results thrilled her. Amid bodily joy, her spirit soared. "Bro, faster—sis feels so good!"
He never refused. Accelerating, his iron-hard cock pounded her fresh virgin pussy relentlessly.
Freshly deflowered, she couldn't endure; minutes later, climax hit. She blissfully felt his potent seed flooding her core.
Post-orgasm, she hugged him tight. "Now I get it—even without dual cultivation, Mom couldn't leave you."
"And you?"
"I love dual cultivating with you—gains are insane!" Not entirely false. One round leaped her from Qi Condensation 8th to Earth Palace 3rd layer. Power-hungry, it hooked her.
"Great—then just dual cultivation, nothing else."
"Brat!" She pinched his waist. "Forcing sis to say it? Fine—besides dual cultivating, I love you fucking me. Happy?"
"That's my straightforward sis—say it like it is." He laughed.
"So you don't like Mom's indecisiveness?" She pounced on his slip.
"I like both—you're different." He declared boldly. "Everyone's unique; I love all of you."
"You just love our bodies." She pouted.
"Same thing—love what you love." He shrugged. "If not, we could do platonic love."
"Who wants love with you, let alone platonic? I just like your body." Ruthless, but she pivoted: "But sis promises—no chasing love. I'll stay by you, this life fucking only you."
"Good sis!" He hugged tight, touched.
"Am I good?"
"Yeah!" He nodded vigorously.
"Then once more—haven't had enough."
Like her mom, she'd fallen to his big dick.
"Sure, but just once—you're a newbie, and we've days at sea. Don't overdo it."
She nodded, flipping atop him, hands on his chest, hips grinding. "This time, I'm on top!"
He lay back, letting her lead, hands capturing her bouncing tits, kneading playfully.
Controlling pace and depth, she rode harder. Soon, instinct took over: prone on him, waist pistoning like a motor, ass slamming at blinding speed, his cock ramming like a piston.
The frenzy pushed her to the edge; she stiffened.
He took over, lifting her ass, thrusting up wildly. Dozens of pumps, and she came again.
He savored her butterfly pussy milking him to explosive release.
Twice spent, unsatisfied but wise, she knew days of easy access awaited. Her cultivation hit Earth Palace 6th layer—time to adapt.
She plotted with him before letting him go, hiding her gains.
Leaving, Wang Yue sighed inwardly: breakthroughs were getting tougher.
Her twenty years of virgin yin failed to level him up, not even peaking Return to Truth 4th layer.
Two rounds hadn't drained her fully, but even exhausting her wouldn't hit 5th layer—just peak 4th.
His true qi purity rose, though.
Versailles moment over, he visited Yan Fangfei.
Not one to discard women post-fuck, he cared for her. She'd likely woken; time to comfort—women get emotional after first times.
He'd overthought.
She was awake, naked on bed, tapping her custom communicator's virtual keyboard furiously.
"Auntie, you okay?" He approached softly.
"Mm, cultivation up—need to tweak designs." Head down. "Dual cultivate?"
She rolled, ass up in fuck-me pose, fingers flying, eyes glued to screen.
He chuckled wryly. No mood for that, even if he wanted to. No interaction? Just a doll.
"Nah, just checking. Carry on."
"Oh." A hint of disappointment in her tone lit his eyes.
She wasn't emotionless—just work-obsessed, poor at communicating. Her attitude had softened; old her wouldn't chat this much.
Mind changed, he remounted, kneeling behind her raised ass, cock out, grinding her slightly parted rosy slit.
She ignored him, focused.
Her body betrayed her: juices flowed fast, wetting his glans, smeared along her folds.
Ready, but he teased: glans rubbing, dipping shallow, circling clit.
Her pussy winked, squirting nectar soaking her sparse bush, dripping to sheets. Her ass wiggled, seeking penetration.
Yet she typed on.
Frustrated, he demanded, "Auntie, your pussy's soaked—doesn't it itch? Don't you want me to fuck you?"
"Itches. Want you to fuck me."
He laughed. "Beg—beg me to shove my cock in your pussy and fuck you hard!"
"Please, shove your cock in my pussy, fuck me!" Robotic echo.
Sighing, he slammed home—whole length buried, glans battering womb.
"Oh..." She moaned, then: "Gentler—too good, can't work."
Someone complaining of too much pleasure?
He halted, curious.
She focused on work—but her ass backed up, pussy milking leisurely.
Impressed: body on autopilot, mind separate.
Challenge accepted! I'll fuck you till you can't work!
Hands on waist, he yanked her back, slamming forward. Cock spearing womb, hips slapping ass.
"No... can't... focus... on work..." She moaned.
"Then don't—feel me fucking you!" He growled, pounding.
She tried screen-gazing—failed. His cock's bliss dizzied her brain.
Terrified yet thrilled. Genius her never lost focus—even bombs ignored. Now, his fucking ruined her passion.
She loved it.
Not emotionless, just high IQ, low EQ. Only Su Mengyun connected before. Now Wang Yue did too. "Yue'er, a request?"
"What?" Cock hammering relentlessly.
"When I'm working, don't fuck me?"
He laughed. "Why?"
"Pussy too good—can't concentrate."
"Deal, but you promise too."
"What?"
"When fucking, no work thoughts. Be a normal woman—move with me, tell me what feels best, voice your feelings boldly."
"Okay." Instant yes. "But this is already best—can't say how to improve."
Transformation needed time. He paused. "Deal's on—work time, so stop?"
"No! Pussy itches—keep fucking."
"Yes, good auntie—voice desires!" Praising, he draped over her back, hands mauling her massive tits, resuming thrusts.
"Mm... ah... ah... ah..." She moaned lewdly—a big step.
Encouraged, he railed her to climax.
Spent, she collapsed; his cock popped free with a wet pop, drawing a wistful sigh.
He buzzed. Last deck fuck: she passed out after one. Older, virgin yin richer than Wang Yue's. Gains pushed him to Return to Truth 4th peak.
A few more rounds with both would exhaust their yin, breaking him to 5th.
Plus twelve beauties aboard for dual cultivation.
Their yin depleted, but days would rebuild some. Gains weren't just yin.
By Jinling return: late Return to Truth at least.
Pity strongest, Su Mengqing, was far from Return to Truth. If all were, he'd soar.
By her breakthrough, he'd be Mortal Shedding—slow grind ahead.
Post-climax, Yan Fangfei resumed work.
He left undisturbed, hitting deck—empty.
Yacht facilities rivaled a five-star hotel: five decks of fun.
Mostly empty—too few people. Casinos, dance halls felt dead.
Level two arcade: Wang Xin'er herding lolis wild. Top deck: Su Mengqing, Chen Rong chatting breezily.
They knew each other's ties to him but bonded now.
No Xue Yan.
Searching, he found her in level four's auditorium.
Vast, hundreds of seats, big stage for holograms or live shows.
Xue Yan sat front row, chin in hands, staring stage wistfully.
He sat quietly. "Remembering old times?"
She startled, relaxed seeing him, leaned her head on his shoulder weakly. "Yeah... too long since performing. Forgot stage thrill. And you know? Your dad and I met on a yacht like this. I sang; he sat right here."
Hearing her pine for Dad stung, but he got it—over twenty years.
Easy release? She'd be unworthy.
Still, competitive: "If Dad returned, him or me?"
"Dunno." She shook head. "Heart still loves him most... but body loves you more."
"Easy fix." Arm around, hand claiming a massive breast, kneading. "If Dad's back, be his wife. Pussy itches? Come to me."
"Brat, cuckolding my husband—with his son?" Flustered, but open. "What if he wants to fuck me?"
"No way—you're mine. Only I fuck you this life. Even Dad no."
"Pussy's mine—my choice." She giggled, heart agreeing.
With him, sweet memories lingered, but sex? Only him.
She'd recalled husband-fucks to cope those three years—no feeling now, even disgust.
Dual cultivation bound her body to him. Others? No spark. Nor wanted.
"Mom, sing for me onstage? I'll be your audience—relive it."
"Sure—what song?" Eager, but spoiled for choice—her hits enduring.
He grinned. "The one when you met Dad."
"Brat, ruining my sweet memory?" She pouted but agreed. "Wait."
Heading backstage.
Though under twenty aboard, Su Mengqing's rent stocked everything—costumes ready.
She donned near-identical pure white lily skirt from back then, styled hair pure.
Her route: innocent jade girl.
Her figure could've gone sexy for more fame, but she sang for love, not stardom.
Traditional then: one true love forever.
Pity—twenty-year virtue ruined by this brat.
Sighing softly, she composed, gliding onstage gracefully.
Back twenty years: empty seats filled with fans, mood ignited.