Curiosity Killed the Cat
Chen Rong frowned as well. "Yue'er, you've really fallen behind. Haven't you been practicing properly these past few days? This won't do—you're the only man left in our Wang family now. The future of the clan rests on your shoulders."
"Auntie, you're right. Nephew will keep that in mind," Wang Yue said, sounding apologetic on the surface, but his heart held not a trace of fear.
He knew his aunt too well. She was kind to a fault, never one to blame others. To put it bluntly, her personality bordered on timid.
If not for that, his second cousin Wang Yue wouldn't have had to act so aggressively on her behalf—to protect her soft-hearted mother and sisters.
Speaking of which, the second generation of the Wang family was quite the odd bunch. In other clans, branches schemed openly and covertly against each other, sometimes fighting like gamecocks.
But not the Wangs. Chen Rong, the eldest daughter-in-law of the main branch, let everything slide and never fought for anything.
As for the second branch—Wang Yue's own family—his birth mother Su Mengyan was like a fairy detached from mortal affairs, utterly uninterested in worldly squabbles. His father's other wife, Xue Yan, who held no real status, avoided drawing attention to avoid suspicion, let alone competing with others.
The third branch's Huang Yuexiang was a renowned talented woman, far and wide. She spent her days immersed in qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting after cultivation, ignoring worldly matters entirely.
Harmony reigned between the branches, everyone getting along splendidly. It had its advantages—strong unity in crises, presenting a united front.
But the downsides were glaring. A clan needed a dominant leader to thrive. Without competition, such a figure was hard to cultivate amid all this amiability.
Fortunately, the third generation showed promise. Liu Xinru, the main branch's eldest daughter-in-law, had a matriarch's bearing and could lead the family. But her cultivation talent was poor; in her thirties, she was still only at the fifth layer of Qi Condensation.
Wang Yue and Wang Xin'er were geniuses in cultivation, especially Wang Yue, the family's sole remaining man.
Yet they were too young. To stand on their own, they'd need at least another decade.
Liu Ruoshi, the family head, sighed inwardly at these thoughts. At the Heavenly Origin realm, she had at least three hundred years of life left—barely middle-aged for her. Without mishaps, she could protect the Wangs for another two centuries.
But one couldn't put all eggs in one basket. She had to plan for the worst—life was full of surprises. If something happened to her without a proper successor, the family would crumble.
Back to the point.
Once Wang Yue admitted his fault, Chen Rong smiled warmly. "As long as you know, just practice more from now on."
She let him off easily, then pointed out flaws in his and Liu Xinru's martial techniques.
After instructing everyone, Chen Rong left for the Spirit Condensation training grounds, where all Wangs at Spirit Condensation or above gathered—including Heavenly Origin's Liu Ruoshi and Earth Palace's Su Mengyan.
The family didn't have many at that level beyond those two: just Chen Rong, Xue Yan, and Huang Yuexiang.
If Wang Yue and Wang Xin'er were geniuses, their mother Su Mengyan was a genius among geniuses. Soon after marrying in, she'd broken through to Earth Palace, Jinling's youngest at the time. Ten years ago, she'd reached its peak.
But the hurdle to Heavenly Origin had stalled her for a full decade.
The first three realms—Body Tempering, Qi Condensation, Spirit Condensation—tempered essence, qi, and spirit: body, true qi, and mind. At Spirit Condensation peak, these foundations solidified.
Earth Palace further refined body and true qi into perfect unity, granting the ideal physique at peak.
Then, a perfect body honed the spirit to perfection: Heavenly Origin.
With spirit perfected, essence, qi, and spirit fully integrated—triune unity—was Return to Truth.
At Return to Truth peak, no weaknesses remained. Evolution followed into the inconceivable: Mortal Shedding, shedding the mortal shell.
Not literal ascension, but metaphor—humans transcended mortality, wielding unimaginable power, shattering mountains with a gesture.
Full shedding led to Transcendence: land immortals. Few threats remained beyond peers; flight, moving seas and mountains came naturally.
In this era, Return to Truth was peak power, each sub-realm a chasm apart.
Transcendence lived in legend, perhaps one or two per martial holy land.
Higher realms? Unknown.
Breakthroughs grew harder per major realm.
Nearly anyone with a technique reached Qi Condensation, but only one in ten broke to Spirit Condensation.
Earth Palace was rarer—one or two per hundred Spirit Condensation.
Heavenly Origin was easier—at least one in three Earth Palace succeeded.
Su Mengyan's supreme talent shouldn't have stalled her so long, yet it did.
The reason? Her temperament.
Heavenly Origin perfected the spirit: "Tempered by mortal dust, transcendence follows."
Su Mengyan was too detached, no emotional upheavals. Even three years ago, when nearly all males of the three great families vanished—including her father and nominal husband—it barely fazed her.
Many called her cold-blooded, but the Wangs knew better.
Wang Jing? No real bond with Su Mengyan despite the marriage. Grief over him would ring false to insiders.
Her father? He'd forced her marriage for the clan, amid prior deep rifts she never discussed.
Lacking emotional turbulence, her true qi couldn't qualitative-shift via quantity, trapping her at Earth Palace peak. Modern cultivation differed from immortal tales—pure meditation hindered progress.
The day passed quickly. Past eight p.m., freshly bathed Chen Rong sat on her bed, unable to cultivate.
Wang Yue's performance replayed in her mind. Why the regression?
Less than a week ago, she'd seen him fight—far better than today.
A few days shouldn't cause such decay. Something else was at play.
Chen Rong adored Wang Yue genuinely. Though she had sons older than him—even granddaughters his age—he was the only boy that age. Rarity made him precious; she doted more than on her own sons.
With his cultivation faltering, as eldest daughter-in-law, she should talk to him.
She changed from pajamas into day clothes and headed to his courtyard.
Nearly nine p.m., the vast Wang Family Estate was silent, empty.
Chen Rong hesitated—was this improper? He was fifteen, marriageable in some clans for heirs.
But she'd watched him grow; like her own son. As elder, a late visit seemed fine.
Conflicted, she neared his yard, ready to call via wrist communicator.
The gate cracked; a figure slipped out.
Yue'er?
She nearly called, then paused: What was he doing out now? Linked to his regression?
Chen Rong's curiosity—stronger than most, paired with her timidity—won. She trailed him quietly.
He entered a courtyard.
"Isn't this Xue Yan's place? What’s Yue'er doing here?" she wondered.
Then she chuckled—Xue Yan was his mom too, closer than aunt to nephew. If she could visit him late, why not him her?
Relieved, yet curiosity nagged. Gate locked; she vaulted in.
Family homes used special materials—soundproofed inside out.
Her landing made noise, unheard by superior Wang Yue and Xue Yan.
"Door locked too? What's going on?" Curiosity deepened.
Sealed tight, curtains drawn—no sight or sound.
Others might leave—mother-son time, nothing special.
But her itch persisted: What were they doing?
Curiosity fueled ingenuity.
Homes had alarms and spare keys in the armory for emergencies.
She fetched Xue Yan's key swiftly.
The armory held cold weapons, armor, even heavy firearms—beast threats lingered despite stability. Great clans like Wangs accessed anti-Earth Palace or Heavenly Origin gear.
Her status granted access; she grabbed the key and returned.
Unlocking the door, bedroom moans drifted—familiar to her as a widow.
"Did Yue'er leave? Xue Yan masturbating her loneliness?" Not odd; she'd done it too these three years.
New curiosity: How does she do it? Fellow lonely woman—maybe learn a trick for herself.
Xue Yan was two sub-realms ahead at Spirit Condensation seventh layer, but mid-masturbation, stealth should work.
She didn't know Xue Yan had hit ninth-layer peak yesterday, qi purified via dual cultivation with Wang Yue—leagues beyond her.
But right: Xue Yan was lost in lust, unlikely to notice even footsteps.
Creeping to the bedroom, jackpot: door ajar.
Peering in, she nearly gasped.
Xue Yan naked on bed, legs spread—not masturbating, served by a man.
He was naked, head between her thighs—face hidden, but build screamed Wang Yue.
Xue Yan and Yue'er...?
Horror: Incest! Unthinkable in Wang family!
Next, Xue Yan confirmed, hands on his head, moaning: "Good son... you lick so well... Mommy's saucy pussy... feels so good from your tongue..."
It was Yue'er!
Thunderstruck, Chen Rong raged silently: Vile! Licking a child's aunt—no, her stepson!
Praise spurred Wang Yue; tongue delved her tender slit, then sucked her clit.
Xue Yan shuddered, thighs clamping his head, hips bucking: "Good son... you're killing Mommy... my saucy pussy... so itchy... stop licking... come up... fuck Mommy... with your big dick... fuck Mommy's saucy pussy hard..."
Another shock: They'd gone all the way.
Unacceptable! Xue Yan, ex-entertainer, chaste beyond Wang Jing.
Now? Incestuous adultery—with her husband's son!
Panicked, furious, timid, she couldn't confront—retreat, counsel later.
Stunned, she kicked a chair.
Noise boomed. Xue Yan yelped: "Who's there?"
Leaping off bed, she charged out. Wang Yue, ears muffled by her thighs, heard nothing—dazed on bed.
Xue Yan's peak Spirit Condensation, purified qi outclassed Chen Rong. Despite post-lick weakness, she caught her at the door.
Moments later, naked Xue Yan dragged skirt-clad Chen Rong in, acupoints sealed—paralyzed, eyes glaring.
"Auntie?" Wang Yue gaped. "How are you here?"
"Your fault, little fool—sloppy, got tracked," Xue Yan huffed, laying her on the bed.
Chen Rong could speak: "Yan Yan, stop this mistake. Yue'er's young—you'll ruin him. End it; I swear silence. Deal?"
"Sister-in-law, fair point, but tricky..." Xue Yan feigned distress.
"Worried I'll talk? I swear—gone from my mind outside!"
"I trust you! But it's..." Xue Yan knelt before standing Wang Yue, rubbing her snowy cheek on his hard big dick. "Can't live without Yue'er's big dick. Without it, I'll die. What now?"
Chen Rong's eyes flicked: So huge!
Nearly twenty cm, arm-thick—mismatched his 1.7m frame, amplifying majesty.
Xue Yan's beauty rubbing it: obscene harmony.
For a heartbeat, Chen Rong wished it her cheek.
Not odd—peak condition from martial arts, three sexless years. Natural stir at such a divine big dick.
She looked away: "Desire fades with restraint. Exposure ruins lives."
"Easy for you—untasted. One fuck, you'd crave too." Xue Yan pouted, ignoring her. "Son, ignore her. Mommy's saucy pussy itches—fuck it with your big dick."
"Sure." Wang Yue agreed. Surprise intrusion, but pull her in— no blood ties anyway.
Xue Yan mounted the bed, straddling Chen Rong's head facing her body, ass high.
Her soaked saucy pussy inches from Chen Rong's eyes.
Xue Yan played slut for Wang Yue, but another watching shamed her inwardly.
For the goal, amp the lewdness.
"Son, fuck me from behind. Show Auntie you're no kid—with your big dickfucking Mommy's saucy pussy!" Vulgarity poured.
Fucking Yan-mom before auntie thrilled Wang Yue. He knelt behind, big dick at her entrance.
Chen Rong, shamed, closed eyes.
Wang Yue didn't care—hands yanked her ass back, hips thrust.
Squelch! Half-buried, glans slamming her core, pistoning fast.
"Oh... so good... good son... Mommy's saucy pussy... stuffed full... your big dick... thick... long... hot... hard... fucks so comfy... son... faster... fuck Mommy... hard... with your big dick..." Xue Yan wailed deliberately.
Crude words fueled Wang Yue's frenzy.
Chen Rong flushed, wishing ears shut—yet itched inside, body heating.
Sudden wet heat on face; eyes snapped open, glued.
Inches above: Xue Yan's red tender lips saucy pussy stretched by big dick, flesh inverting/everting, juices gushing.
Wetting bushy hairs into strands, dripping down.
To her face, even lips.
No disgust—eyes wide, craving the big dick plunging.
Absurd thought: If that fucking my pussy... heaven!
They forgot her.
Xue Yan bucked back: "Good son... killing Mommy... saucy pussy so good... love your fucks... big dick son... Yan Yan's brother... husband... fuck me daily... till world's end..."
Wang Yue gripped waist, pounding deeper, hilting, glans battering womb.
Xue Yan quaked, ass shaking, climaxing rigid.
Clenching saucy pussy, sucking core—Wang Yue grunted, erupting.
"Good son, amazing—so much, Mommy's womb full. Killed me." Xue Yan murmured, collapsing atop Chen Rong.
Auntie below, Wang Yue held back. As Xue Yan slumped, big dick popped free—spewing mix onto Chen Rong's face.
She ignored, eyes shut, feigning ignorance.
Xue Yan recovered, slid off, saw her mess: "Brat, gawking? Tissues for Auntie!"
To Chen Rong: "Sorry, sister-in-law—dirtied your face. Blame this rascal fucking me too good."
Wang Yue wiped juices/semen, then wet wipes.
Eyes open: "Release now?"
"Of course—eldest sister-in-law, Yue'er's aunt. Why not?" Xue Yan grinned. "But really no try? His big dick rockets you to heaven!"
Eyes drifted: Minutes post-spurt, hard as ever.
Yue'er too strong!
Chen Rong quivered, nearly yielding: "I won't tell—do as you like. But I won't join."
"Three years dry, truly no want?" Xue Yan teased.
"I... of course not. Not like you."
Xue Yan unperturbed: "Don't believe. Bet?"
Curiosity bit: "How?"
"You want Yue'er fucking you. Wrong, you walk. Right, let him once."
"Bet. Never thought it!" Deny—mind-reading impossible.
"Liar."
"Prove how?" Invincible ground.
"Check—if wet, you want." Xue Yan flipped skirt.
"No!"
Ignoring, to Wang Yue: "Son, see if Auntie's saucy pussy wet."
He leaned in.
No need—white panties soaked, staining skirt.
"Sister-in-law, so much juice! Admit: Fantasized as me getting fucked?"
"Mmm..." Chen Rong moaned, near-faint shame.
Denied, yet stimulated, exposed.
Death wish.
"Son, Auntie admits—your favorite. Big dick her filial duty!"
Wang Yue eager—beauties differed alluringly.
Lecherous upgrade wanted fragile beauty.
Ripped panties, spread slender legs, admired.
Her bush sparse mound-top; long labia minora protruded, splayed like wings.
"Auntie has legendary butterfly pussy—gorgeous." Wang Yue praised; seen in docs.
Xue Yan inspected: True—wing-like, pretty.
Jealous: "Son, mine?"
"Mom's willow leaf pussy—prime too."
"Willow leaf?"
"Sealed tight, slit like slender leaf."
Xue Yan checked: Hers subtler than Chen Rong's flare.
Laughed: "Son, feel like swapped? I'm bold, yet demure slit; Auntie shy, yet bold."
Discussing her pussy shamed Chen Rong crimson, ears perked.
Xue Yan noticed: "Son, enough— she's dying for it. Fuck her butterfly pussy."
Wang Yue stripped her fully.
Finer than Xue Yan's voluptuousness—not scrawny, "slim in clothes, curvy naked."
C-cups perfect: round, perky, bowl-like on chest.
Tiny areolas, pink nipples erect.
Even Xue Yan gawked: "Sister-in-law's tits like teen's—fifteen, believable."
Xue Yan commented; Wang Yue groped—soft, elastic, rivaling Xue Yan's giants.
Sensitive peaks under warm palms, Chen Rong trembled—tingles flooding body.