Seaside Spring 6
With her heart's knot untied, Xue Yan felt a profound relief wash over her. She wrapped her arms around Wang Yue's head, pulling it to her chest, and murmured, "Good son, Mommy knows. Rest now."
In that moment, all the seductive allure and wild abandon from her fierce battle with Wang Yue moments ago had vanished. Her entire being now radiated an utterly holy maternal glow.
Yet this version of her tempted Wang Yue even more. He couldn't resist opening his mouth and sucking one of Mommy Yan's massive tits right in.
The massive cock still buried deep in her saucy pussy throbbed wildly.
Xue Yan's upper and lower sensitive spots were both assaulted by Wang Yue at once. She broke in an instant—her thick maternal love tainted in a blink with raw sexual hunger and forbidden thrill.
"Son, Mommy wants it again. Fuck Mommy one more time with that big cock of yours, okay?" The itching in her pussy drove Xue Yan to beg outright.
"But yesterday and today, you've already cum so many times. If we keep going, you might not get to enjoy it for the next few days," Wang Yue reminded her.
"I don't care anymore. Right now, Mommy just wants to get fucked by a big cock—fucked by her son's big cock!" Xue Yan said, her voice thick with passion.
Wang Yue was just about to flip her over and mount up when a knock came from outside. Then Wang Yarou's voice followed: "Mom, is big brother with you?"
Xue Yan jolted in alarm. Ignoring her burning lust, she pulled back hastily, letting Wang Yue's big cock slip free from her pussy. "Hurry, get your clothes on!" she said in a panic.
Since Wang Yarou had deliberately hidden her cultivation, no one besides herself, Wang Yue, and Wang Xin'er knew that this little lecher had already claimed his little sister too.
Wang Yue knew his little sister was hiding it mainly because of her mom—and he sensed she had a surprise in store for him—so he played along, quickly dressing without a word.
Xue Yan then used her true qi to wipe away all traces and scents in the room before opening the door.
Outside stood not just Wang Yarou, but Wang Xin'er too. Spotting Xue Yan, Xin'er winked playfully.
Xue Yan's pretty face flushed. She shot Wang Xin'er a look in return, then asked her daughter all prim and proper, "Little Rou, Mommy and your brother were discussing some matters. What is it?"
Wang Yarou snickered inwardly: Discussing matters? Brother's cock was probably just pulled out of your pussy!
But she didn't call it out either. "It's not us looking for brother—it's Sister Bai Yan. She says the pirates might be coming."
Mere pirates were nothing to Wang Yue, but that didn't mean he took them lightly.
This was the vast open sea, after all. If they went berserk—no loot, no captives—and rammed the yacht with a sub or shelled it with cannons, things could get messy.
Of course, the odds were slim. Pirates, bloodthirsty as they were, needed to survive. Sinking a ship outright meant no people, no goods—bad for business.
But with all his beloved women aboard, Wang Yue wouldn't risk even a billionth-of-a-percent chance. He followed his two sisters straight to the lookout, where he found Bai Yan.
"Young Master, since this morning, those speedboats have been appearing more frequently. I suspect they'll make a move soon." After Wang Yue's double dose of private "nourishment" yesterday afternoon and evening, the already stunning Bai Yan glowed even brighter, her loyalty to him fiercer than ever.
Wang Yue nodded and peered through binoculars at the sea. Sure enough, a speedboat trailed far behind them.
Wang Xin'er asked, "Sister Bai Yan, why didn't they attack under cover of night yesterday? Why wait for broad daylight?"
"I think they've figured out who we are," Bai Yan replied. "Attacking at night would favor us, so they're choosing daytime."
"How could they know?" Wang Xin'er gasped. "Do they have insiders on shore?"
Bai Yan nodded. "Exactly. These organized pirate crews always have shore contacts—some even partner with major powers."
"Those scum!" Wang Xin'er balled her little fists, fuming.
Today's pirates made beasts look merciful. They ravaged countless tourists and coastal folk yearly, leaving no survivors—far crueler than spirit beasts.
Yet some powers still colluded with them, hiding behind spotless facades. Those were the real villains.
"Sister Yan, tell Little Aunt to stop the boat and gather everyone on deck. They're about to move," Wang Yue said suddenly. The trailing speedboat wasn't retreating like yesterday—instead, it accelerated, ready for confrontation.
Under Su Mengqing's command, the yacht dropped anchor. Everyone assembled on deck.
The speedboat soon closed in, circling before pulling ahead.
Five men aboard, led by a squat, dark-skinned brute.
"You're the young masters, ladies, and wives of Jinling's three great families, right? I'm Hei Sha, second-in-command of the Tiger Shark Pirates," the stocky man introduced himself, then cut straight to it. "We want money, not blood. Cooperate, young masters, ladies, wives."
"He's stalling—their sub hasn't arrived yet," Su Mengqing whispered. As Adventurers' Association president, she saw through such tricks.
Anyone else would gun the engines and flee full throttle—fifty-fifty shot at reaching shore before a sub caught up.
But Wang Yue had no intention of running. First, eliminate the scourge. Second, end the harassment ruining his fun.
Feigning ignorance, he said, "We're on a mission—no valuables aboard. How about a transfer?"
"We're pirates—credits are useless to us," the brute shot back. "As for valuables... you lot are it."
"What do you mean?" Wang Yue asked.
"Simple: leave some hostages. Pay ransom, get 'em back unharmed. Not a hair touched."
The brute's gaze raked over the women beside Wang Yue, eyes burning with lust.
Jinling's three families bred beauties, he'd heard. Now he believed it. Seventeen stunners—no duds, rivaling their best past catches. Mature wives to tender lolis, all there. Back at base, he'd snag a couple at least.
With his strength, Wang Yue's eyes pierced the distance. He caught every lecherous leer.
He'd considered sparing the second-in-command for utility—maybe drag him to Jinling. Now? Death sentence.
"Fine. Come over—I'll be your hostage," Wang Yue said coolly.
The brute shook his head with a mocking laugh. "Think I'm stupid, Young Master Wang? You're all top martial artists. We five dare not board."
"Five nobodies robbing us? Tired of living," Wang Yue's cousin Wang Yue sneered.
"Hahaha..." The brute burst out laughing, pointing aside. "Take a look—what's that?"
They followed his finger. To the yacht's right, a massive shadow rose slowly from the depths.
Moments later, it breached: a submarine over two hundred meters long. Their luxury yacht looked like a dinghy beside it.
Worse, two massive gun barrels extended from its top, trained on them.
"Still think we're the impatient ones?" the brute crowed.
"How'd a ragtag pirate crew score a beast like that?" Wang Yue asked calmly. "We know we're dead meat. Indulge our curiosity before we go?"
"No fishing for info—dead men need no secrets," the brute sneered. "And no stalling for rescue. Electromagnetic jamming blocks signals for miles. No SOS."
"Good to know," Wang Yue said cryptically.
The brute kept ranting: "Ladies, chance for you: cripple your cultivation, come with me. Live—and learn woman's pleasure. Or sink with your ship!"
Wang Yue ignored him, turning to Su Mengqing. "Little Aunt, watch these clowns. Don't let 'em bolt."
With that, he strode to the yacht's right edge, leaped skyward—dozens of meters up. Cold Moon Blade flashed into his grip.
"Eight-Level Gale!"
A touch chuunibyou as he bellowed the technique's name, Wang Yue slashed at the distant sub from midair.
The brute laughed. "Human vs. sub? You think you're—"
His words choked off, eyes bulging like saucers. Unbelievable.
Space before Wang Yue visibly warped from the slash, racing to the sub.
The barrels took the brunt—shredded to powder. The blade qi plunged on, carving the hull like tofu. Special alloy meant for depth pressure and AP rounds? No match. A gaping rent straight to the interior.
BOOM!
Only then roared the thunder—like a premium bomb. The gale whipped up, blasting a hundred-meter-wide, twenty-meter-deep crater in the sea. Water surged into a ten-meter tsunami ahead.
The apocalyptic sight stunned even the pirates—and Wang Yue's women, who knew him best.
"Brother's so cool!" Wang Yarou gushed. In that instant, his not-so-tall frame loomed godlike in her heart.
She voiced what every woman felt.
They loved Wang Yue for love, family, or his god-tier stamina. But only Su Mengqing saw him as a true man to rely on.
The rest—including clingy Wang Yarou—saw a boy: lovable, cherishable, giver of mind-blowing sex. Nothing more.
Now? He shattered that. God-descended prowess conquered them utterly—hearts aflutter, pussies wetting. They yearned to hurl themselves at him, beg him to fuck them senseless.
Impossible now. Crisis lingered—the sub had more guns.
Midair, Wang Yue rode his slash's momentum, air-stepping like lightning into the breach.
Chaos reigned inside: hundreds of pirates scrambling.
Wang Yue's divine blade petrified them—a Mortal Shedding powerhouse at least? Their top Earth Palace goons? No chance.
Flee? Sub crippled—dive meant flooding, drowning without Wang Yue lifting a finger.
Surface flight? Yacht too fast, plus a suspected Mortal Shedding aboard.
"Shut off jamming! Signal Jinling Wangs have a Mortal Shedding expert!" roared Hei Hu, Tiger Shark boss.
His crew ignored him, hiding or bailing—even swimming hundreds of li, nine deaths to one life, beat facing a Mortal Shedding.
Wang Yue stormed the control room, butchering all in a few strokes. No more shelling threat.
Then he swept cabin by cabin.
His Return to Truth senses missed nothing. No innocents—only mobile pirates left.
Meanwhile, Su Mengqing had the stocky Hei Sha and crew captive on deck.
No more bluster—they kowtowed like groveling garlic, begging: "Mercy, ladies! Orders only..."
"Whether you live's for Yue'er to decide," Su Mengqing said coolly. "But I'm curious—how'd a pirate ragtag snag that sub? Spill: which power backs you?"
"We deal with shore powers, ma'am—but who? Dunno. Big Boss handles it solo. Sub's his too," Hei Sha sold out Hei Hu without pause.
"Useless then?" Hong Ling cut in. "Kill 'em clean, Qing-jie."
"No, wait! Useful!" Hei Sha yelped. "Take you to base—all our loot's there."
"No interest in pirate swag," Su Mengqing said. "Any pirate can guide. Why you?"
"Base is hidden. Only me and Big Boss know. Others sub-in blind."
The other four didn't deny it.
Su Mengqing waved dismissively. "Lock 'em up. Yue'er decides later."
Hong Ling's four herded the five aside. All Heavenly Origin now, no worries.
Ten-odd minutes later, Wang Yue water-skipped back, dragging a dark-skinned burly man—Hei Hu himself.
Captured the boss, yet Wang Yue looked grim, not triumphant.
"What happened?" the women asked in unison.
Wang Yue shook his head. "See for yourselves. Grab all spare clothes too."
Puzzled but obedient, they bundled clothes from cabins, launched lifeboats, rowed to the listing sub.
Wang Yue dumped Hei Hu by Hei Sha. "How do you wanna die?"
"Don't wanna! Young Master, base guide for my life?" Hei Sha wailed.
Hei Hu glanced flatly, silent.
"No base interest," Wang Yue said. "Just—who backs you?"
"Only Hei Hu knows. Sub's his," Hei Sha betrayed again.
"Useless." Wang Yue raised his blade.
Hei Sha panicked: Same brain as that tall babe?
Babes!
Inspiration struck—this kid sailed with hotties, must be a perv. Play that.
"Wait! Base has beauties too! I'll guide—Hei Hu won't, knows he's dead."
Beauties?
That soured Wang Yue's mood post-pirate purge.
Su Mengqing's group, entering the sub, first saw carnage: four hundred-plus pirates, slashed—many bisected. Blood pooled ankle-deep.
Su Mengqing, Wang Xin'er, Yan Fangfei, Hong Ling unfazed. Others queasy; little girls retched.
"Brother's too much—forcing this on us," Wang Yue grumbled. Tough as she was, she'd never seen real gore.
"Deliberate," Su Mengqing said coolly. "World's survival of the fittest. Kill or be meat. He can't shield us all alone—we must face it together. Adapt now, or freeze in battle."
Understanding his intent, they steeled themselves.
Wang Yue rallied them to stack bodies for sea-dump later.
Deeper in, at the aft hold: they got why Wang Yue was dour.
Hundreds of tiny cells crammed four-to-five women each.
Ages ten to thirties, all beauties—some rivaling Hong Ling's crew.
All stark naked, caged.
"Bastards!" Wang Yue clenched fists. "Brother killed 'em too quick!"
Outrage all around. They distributed clothes hastily.
Back topside: Wang Yue eyed Hei Hu after Hei Sha's pitch.
Hei Hu, calmer, met his gaze. "Guide to base, spill backers—spare me?"
"No," Wang Yue said. "But quick death."
"Fine. No backers—I'm Tianhai Zhang family's servant. They funded this crew for their dirty work."
He smirked mockingly: Spilled. Whatcha gonna do to Zhangs?
Wang Yue bought it—Hei Hu's spiteful parting shot.
Tianhai's top powers post-officials: Liu, Zhang, Yan, Hua clans. Each with Mortal Shedding guardians.
Even suspected Mortal Shedding, Wang Yue couldn't touch Zhangs, Hei Hu figured.
Extinguish pirates? Face Zhang revenge—endless paranoia. Vengeance enough.
Wang Yue frowned. "Zhangs know you hit our yacht?"
"Yep." Hei Hu cackled. "Their orders."
"Perfect!" Wang Yue booted him airborne—true qi pulverizing organs. He hit the sea a corpse.
No satisfaction. Worry crept in.
He'd waited for signal jam confirm before striking—delay clash with backers.
Now? Forced. And Tianhai Zhangs—Jinling's three clans couldn't match yet.
Silver lining: jammed signals. Zhangs blind to pirate wipeout, captives.
No panic moves yet.
Wang Yue aimed to exploit that window.
"Base headcount?" he asked Hei Sha, post-fish food.
"Few left—near full muster this run. Fifty guard base women."
"Total five hundred?" Wang Yue nodded. "Why so many women?"
Odd: five hundred pirates, matching women on sub—more at base? Lusty or not, excess.
"Grabbed/bought for partners—er, Zhangs," Hei Sha said.
Hei Sha explained: pirates raided ships/coasts, but big biz—snatch/buy pretty young women for clients.
This run: coastal grabs/buys, loaded up, then tasked on Wang Yue's yacht.
"Subs' and base womens untouched—pure. Safe for you, Young Master."
"Think I'm a toddler?" Wang Yue sneered. "Hotties aboard, you scum hold back?"
"Wanted to—but pre-Zhang pick, no touch. No pay. Leftovers ours."
"Long biz? Leftovers pile up. Where now?"
"Uh..." Hei Sha hesitated.
"Spill—or I fillet you inch-by-inch for fish!" Wang Yue menaced the other four.
"I will! Post-play, inhuman—they're killed. Boss: wastes food, no use."
"Scum!" Wang Yue raged, four kicks shattering heart meridians—fish food.
He spared Hei Sha—for now.
"Guide to base," Wang Yue commanded.
"Spare me?"
"Satisfy me, maybe. Jinling Wang oath."
"Life yours, Young Master!" Hei Sha pledged.
Wang Yue nodded faintly.
Soon, the sub stirred, docking precisely with the yacht.
Su Mengqing's group returned—minus Yan Fangfei, Bai Yan, Zi Yun.
Rescued women stayed aboard—clothes short, most still nude, unpresentable.
"Got it. Grabbed or bought—unmolested, lucky," Su Mengqing said sadly. "Direct grabs? Families slaughtered, homeless. Help trafficked home first."
"Knew," Wang Yue nodded. "But no home yet."
"Why?" they chorused.
He spilled: Zhang puppet crew.
Faces grave—but no fear. Wang Yue their god now—invincible guardian.
Full support.
"Lucky Aunt Yan's here—sub controls hers. Patch the gash, seaworthy," Wang Yue said.
"She can?" Wang Yue lit up. Planned to scrap it—now secret weapon.
Subs like this? Priceless, rarer than carriers even.
Course set: yacht-sub tandem, Hei Sha's heading.
Bloody scenes and tragic fates soured moods. Day-plus celibacy for Wang Yue.
Noon next day: Tiger Shark base.
Inconspicuous isle, hundreds km offshore—dozens meters across, under ten high, bald near-barren.
Missing from new maps.
But below: vast hollow, thousands capacity.
Hei Sha's "betrayal" eased takeover—fifty guards wiped effortless.
Prisoners: thousand-plus women.
Better off—clothed, unscarred. Merchandise, after all.
Mentally wrecked, though.
Women soothed them to sub. Wang Yue and Yan Fangfei inventoried.
Rich haul: gold/antiques mountains, hot weapons, rare materials.
Mission mats too—saved trip.
Space ring shuttled all to sub bar bombs. Wang Yue to Yan: "Rig traps? Intruders boom."
Zhangs knew site—would probe post-vanishing.
Perfect gift. Entrance hidden, complex—safe from randos.
"Easy." Yan calculated, placed bombs, wove arrays.
Now: motion-triggered, amplified geometrically by space/echoes. Return to Truth boss? Half-dead.
Return to Truth perks: conventional arms obsolete sans nukes—or like Yan, terrain-boosted.
Cleared, they sealed, armed sensors.
Scientist Yan outshone warriors sometimes.
Topsides, no rush.
Repair mats onboard—fix then sail.
Hei Sha? Post-setup, humanely erased. Oath? Technicality. Wang name? Flexible. Dead man walking anyway.
Repairs: Yan + aides Bai Yan/Zi Yun + keen Wang Shanshan.
Wang Yue/Su Mengqing visited captives inside.