Springtime Splendor at Sea 7
They had rescued nearly fifteen hundred women in total this time—some just freed from the pirate base, others from the submarine.
Among them, about half had their entire families wiped out by the pirates, while the other half had been bought from human traffickers.
Figuring out how to resettle them was no small issue. Those who'd lost their families could at least turn to relatives, but some of the purchased ones had been sold off by their own kin.
Once the Zhang family mess was sorted, it would be up to the women themselves whether they stayed or left.
The pirate base had stockpiled some clothing, so even the women from the submarine who hadn't gotten outfits earlier weren't left completely exposed.
Now they were all gathered in the submarine's main cabin. When Wang Yue and Su Mengqing arrived, they dropped to their knees en masse, thanking their saviors—many bursting into tears on the spot.
"Everyone, please quiet down," Wang Yue projected his voice with true qi, instantly stilling the chaotic atmosphere. He continued, "You're safe now, but due to some special circumstances, you can't leave just yet. Rest assured, though—you're free here on the submarine. No one will force you to do anything, and we'll supply all your needs. Once the follow-up issues are handled, you can go."
These words might've been better coming from Su Mengqing—after all, Wang Yue still looked like a kid at first glance.
But whenever she was with him, Su Mengqing preferred letting him take charge, as if the formidable president of the Jinling Adventurers' Association had become a demure little housewife devoted to her man and kids.
These women, who'd fallen into pirate hands and braced for the worst, saw their rescue as a miracle. They had no grounds—and no guts—to question Wang Yue's arrangements.
Some lit up at the promise of eventual freedom, but others just looked lost.
"Our homes are gone—where could we even go?" one murmured, setting off a fresh wave of sobs.
"Quiet!" Wang Yue had to force calm again with his qi before saying, "If you truly have nowhere to go, I can arrange jobs to help you return to normal life. Plus, I'm planning to use this submarine to form a dedicated anti-pirate force. If any of you want in, you're welcome."
"We could fight pirates too?" someone asked. They were all ordinary folk—delicate women at that. How could they stand against bloodthirsty thugs?
"Absolutely," Wang Yue explained. "Early on, we'll leverage the submarine and weapons to hit small pirate groups. No frontline combat needed—just learn to operate the onboard systems. It's not hard."
This wasn't a whim; he'd thought it through.
First, the pirates' atrocities disgusted him—wiping a few out would benefit humanity.
Second, he needed a distraction to shift the Zhang family's suspicions onto this mystery force, buying him development time.
Third, willing stayers could become new dual cultivation partners. After tangling with the Tianhai Zhangs, his hunger for power had spiked.
Outside, he couldn't casually dual cultivate with strangers—loyalty was dicey, and betrayal could expose his secrets to major powers, even martial holy lands.
But trapped on a submarine? Even a disgruntled partner after dual cultivation had nowhere to sell him out.
Of course, consent was key. No matter how urgent, he wouldn't force anyone—that'd make him no better than the pirates.
These women loathed the pirates, especially those who'd lost families—they'd gladly exterminate every last one.
But pivoting from helpless civilians to pirate-hunting warriors? That was a tough leap.
After a beat, one woman stepped forward. "I'll join!"
She looked thirty-five or thirty-six—the oldest among the fifteen hundred, and one of the stunners.
Yet her exquisite face and figure radiated towering hatred, chilling to behold.
"Auntie, what's your name?" Wang Yue eyed her intently, inwardly marveling: hatred's power is endless—even an ordinary woman can unleash such aura.
"Zhuang Wenxian," she said through gritted teeth. "Just a simple housewife before—not rich, but happy with my family. Then those damned pirates took it all! They slaughtered my parents, in-laws, husband—left only me and my poor daughter to torment. Benefactor, you saved us and avenged us. My life is yours now. Whatever you ask, I'll do—and I'll follow you to wipe out more pirates, save more souls like mine!"
Wang Yue nodded, pleased. Most crumbled under such trauma, but a rare few transformed, reborn stronger.
Zhuang Wenxian was clearly the latter—a gem.
"You mentioned a daughter—where is she?" Talent deserved nurturing, so he asked caringly.
A timid twelve- or thirteen-year-old girl emerged, shrinking beside her mother.
Young as she was, she'd inherited Zhuang Wenxian's beauty—a little beauty in the making.
"This is my Xiao Die," Zhuang Wenxian introduced.
"Good. You can join, Auntie Zhuang. As for your daughter, how do you want to handle her? I'll accommodate as best I can."
Xiao Die, though shy, piped up bravely: "I wanna fight pirates with Mom."
"She's my only family left," Zhuang Wenxian added. "I want her by my side."
"Fine—both of you can join." Wang Yue agreed readily. For a transformed talent like her, even steeper costs were worth it—let alone keeping her kid close.
And Xiao Die seemed sharp; with training, she could shine too.
Zhuang Wenxian's words reignited the crowd's pirate hatred—over half clamored to join the anti-pirate group.
"Don't rush," Wang Yue cautioned. "Think it over properly. I'll have someone tally tomorrow."
Heat-of-the-moment pledges weren't reliable—regrets later would complicate things, so he held off.
After soothing the fired-up women a bit more, Wang Yue and Su Mengqing left the cabin.
"Why not keep them all?" Su Mengqing asked once alone.
"What for—feed fifteen hundred?" Wang Yue shot back.
"Dual cultivation, duh." She eyed him like I know you, kid, urging, "Fuck all fourteen hundred, and you'd hit Transcendence Realm easy. Zhang family? Pfft."
Wang Yue chuckled wryly. "My dear little auntie, they gotta consent first—or what's the difference between me and those pirates?"
"Did I consent the first time you fucked me?" Su Mengqing scoffed. "But that big dick of yours conquered me—now I'm yours forever."
"That's different—you're my auntie, always spoiling me. They're strangers." Wang Yue explained, "Life ain't just sex. Not every woman gets hooked just 'cause the fuck's good."
"What're you saying? That your auntie's some cock-hungry animal?" Su Mengqing pouted.
"No way! You're my auntie—you'd love me forever regardless. Ours is love leading to sex, not the reverse."
Su Mengqing's scowl melted into a grin, though she played haughty: "Who loves you? If you didn't fuck me that good, I'd ignore you."
"Yes, yes—my perfect little auntie. When can I serve you again?" Wang Yue pulled her waist close. Surrounded by stunners yet celibate over a day, his lust boiled.
"Right now." Su Mengqing hugged back. The aunt-nephew duo ducked into a nearby cabin.
…
By dusk, Yan Fangfei's tech prowess had fully repaired the submarine.
Wang Yue then split the fleet: Yan Fangfei and the Hong Ling sisters would hunt pirates with the sub, screening and training recruits.
The yacht pressed on to its original destination—full commitment to the ruse. Returning straight home would tip off the Tianhai Zhangs.
Let them think Wang Yue's group hadn't sniffed out their secrets; a mere pirate crew meant nothing to the Zhangs—their real fear was exposure.
That night, Wang Yue stayed put, devoting himself entirely to Hong Ling's quartet and Yan Fangfei. Days apart loomed—they needed feeding.
To break Yan Fangfei further, he herded them into one room for a full six-way romp.
Disappointing, though—despite fiercer reactions amid the group, Yan Fangfei stayed cool, expressionless and monosyllabic. It frustrated him, spurring fiercer resolve.
Notably, prioritizing quality over quantity, Wang Yue hadn't fully tapped cousin Wang Yue's yin essence. But the prior night's conquest plus this orgy pushed him to Return to Truth Realm fifth layer—peak Return to Truth, even Mortal Shedding, drew nearer.
His gains amplified dual cultivation yields: the four sisters surged to Heavenly Origin Realm seventh layer, matching Su Mengqing; Yan Fangfei, her pent-up yin fully unleashed, hit third layer.
With these five powerhouses, small pirate gangs were toast—even a Tiger Shark-scale outfit would fall to brute force.
Parting without worry, Wang Yue idled to the deck's edge, rigging sea-fishing gear and casting lines like a pro.
Unlike the overcast debut voyage, today was cloudless, sun blazing. His deep cultivation shrugged off the burn; he lounged brazenly, eyeing the rod.
Truth be told, no fish bit on a speeding vessel—but he sought not fish, but the act of fishing.
Fishing honed the mind, emptying thoughts for serenity—prime for cultivation, even epiphany.
His soaring realm exposed martial arts as his weakness.
Against peers or superiors, only Eight-Level Gale shone.
And even that needed charge-up, unfit for routine.
Infusing it into family arts was genius—yielding heavenly-tier might—but time-consuming.
Before, he'd paced himself; now Tianhai Zhangs instilled urgency.
Lacking high-tier arts, he'd grind harder to hasten fusion.
Alas, diligence bowed to distractions.
Minutes in, mind half-cleared, interruption struck.
"Little bro, what're you doing out here?" Wang Yue, bored of girly antics, sought deck stretches to attune her fresh gains—spotting him fishing, she approached. "Ship's moving—gonna catch anything?"
"Trying for epiphany this way," Wang Yue admitted.
"Epiphany like this?" Amazed but trusting her bro now, she sat beside. "Lemme try."
"Clear your mind—merge with surroundings, think nothing," he guided.
Wang Yue complied, but her impatience doomed static enlightenment.
Ten minutes, she fidgeted, glancing about—wanting chat, fearing disruption.
"Sis, if you can't sit still, head back. Sun's brutal—don't burn."
"I'm Heavenly Origin now—no tan for me." She beamed smugly, then: "No epiphany yet?"
Wang Yue grinned wryly. "Epiphanies aren't snacks."
"Then let's talk." Wang Yue blinked, whispering: "Remember what I told you?"
"How could I forget?" Her mention fired him up—"bullying" Aunt Chen thrilled him, doubly with her daughter joining. Pure excitement.
Planned for two nights back, pirates derailed it.
Wang Yue buzzed too—leaning into him, her hand dove into his pants, seizing that dream-haunting big dick, fondling greedily. "Can't wait."
"Sis, weren't you always guarding Aunt from bullies? Now you wanna bully her?" Curiosity piqued.
Her drive stemmed from shielding soft Mom and sis.
"No outsiders—but me? Fair game." She giggled. "Her sneaking with you? Fine. But hogging without sharing with her daughter? Unforgivable—lesson time!"
Wang Yue smirked. Her "lesson" harmed not—pure pleasure, outing their mother-daughter ties with him.
Fancy foreplay, really. He anticipated wildly.
Now she'd fished out his big dick, jerking amateurishly. "Bro, got dreams?"
"Tons. Short-term or long?" He savored her strokes, hugging her, copping a firm tit through cloth, kneading softly.
She squirmed for easier access. "Short-term first."
He chuckled lewdly. "Short-term? Erase barriers here—fuck whoever, whenever, no sneaking like now."
"Such a perv." She pinched his dick playfully, then: "Long-term?"
"Total freedom." Wang Yue grinned. "Not just ship—home too. Manor our love-nest: training grounds, gardens, family meets—anytime urge hits, plunge into any beauty's saucy pussy."
His words inflamed him—future manor romps, mid-spar, lounging, gatherings: instant insertions. Thrilling!
"All you think about?" Wang Yue sighed, secretly tempted but big-sis duty calling: steer him right.
"Yep. Don't you crave it?" He squeezed her tit, eyeing her pumping hand.
"Meant family future. No conquest ambitions, but growth needed."
"No clash—strength builds clans. Martial might rules now." He laughed.
She paused—true enough.
Her three-year grind? For Heavenly Origin like Grandma, guarding fam.
Two duals with bro? Goal crushed. Soon Return to Truth—maybe beyond.
If all women thus? Unstoppable clan.
His "fuck-anywhere" dream? Absurd, but optimal path.
She warmed eagerly, giggling: "Your grand vision needs zero barriers—including Grandma and Mom. You aiming to…"
"Can't I?"
"Course—your big dick's unstoppable. More women? You'll satisfy us." Her eyes glazed dreamily.
Her smiling lips tempted. "Sis, mouth me?"
"But I suck at it." No aversion—just skill gap.
"No prob—easy to teach." He grinned.
She bent, guided—lips parting over his big dick.
…
Post-lunch, yacht anchored again—girls craved another swim, today's sun promising blissier dips.
Wang Yue got shooed aside.
Submarine damsels' plight stripped their wardrobes bare—including swimsuits.
Post-pirate loot fixed clothes, but used intimates? No-go.
Today's plunge: buck-naked. Most didn't mind his gaze—many exposed before—but group bashfulness lingered.
Plus virgins Wang Xin, Wang Zhiting, Wang Jingjing.
Wang Yue "obliged," stripping nude, diving from meters-high deck into crystal river.
Cool waters banished solar swelter—but not his inner blaze. Imagination painted the yacht's far side vividly.
Soon impatient, he dove deep, arrowing over.
Noon sun glared off rippling waves, dazzling gold blinding topside views—subsurface invisible even from deck, let alone head-level peeks.
Perfect cover for mischief.
Fish-like, he glided to the beauties, skipping surfacing for "pussy-profiling" first.
First: snowy long legs, plump round ass. Between: dense bush swaying like underwater weeds; beneath, petite crimson saucy pussy, slit like a slim willow leaf.
Yan Mom.
Next: longer legs, peach-huge ass. Bald between—steamy bun pussy, fine slit begging.
Little auntie.
Next: slender legs, flat undeveloped ass. Bald slit, unsatiny—never spied.
Sin, sin—no peeking: niece Wang Jingjing. Too young—not a beast!
Next…
Perverted peeper, he ogled every lower glory meters down—then zeroed on his mark: a mature butterfly.
Stealthy approach underwater, hand grazing her calf.
Chen Rong, idly watching girls splash, startled—then recognized the touch intimately.
Day apart feels three years; night unfucked, heart aches.
Two-plus days dry. Shipboard proximity teased endlessly—unslaked thirst tortured.
She submerged smoothly, locking smiles with grinning Wang Yue, leading tailward.
He tailed eagerly.
Shoreward, Wang Yue—tracking Mom—smirked at her prolonged submersion, swimming to sis Wang Xin.
Behind Aunt, her kicking legs fanned the butterfly saucy pussy wing-like—drooling him faster. He rammed her crotch, mouth latching her alluring butterfly.
Pleasure jolted Chen Rong—craving his big dick pounding now.
But too near the frolic—unsafe. Gritting desire, she swam on.
Linked lewdly—her thighs clamping his head—progress awkward.
Experts both, breath and swim effortless—soon sternside, diagonal from partiers.
Near-sixty-meter yacht, wave-roars masked noise.
Safe, Wang Yue emerged from her crotch, surfacing together.
"Yue'er, good boy—Auntie missed you so." Chen Rong clung his neck, heedless of her juices on his lips—deep kiss.
They writhed embraced, her tits mashing his chest.
Agony intensified. She hiked legs 'round his waist, hand guiding his big dick to her butterfly saucy pussy—hips bucking, engulfing him fully.
"Ohhh…" Fullness drew long moan, kiss broken.
"Auntie, you're such a saucy slut today," Wang Yue teased.
"Your fault." She pouted, urging: "Good boy—no talk. Fuck Auntie hard!"
Usually passive, her aggression thrilled novelly. Words ditched, he clutched her ass mid-water, hammering fiercely.
Chen Rong flushed, grinding back in sync.
Mid-thrusts, faint deck footsteps—Wang Yue knew sis arrived. He flipped supine in water, her atop in special cowgirl.
Chen Rong puzzled the shift but climax-near, ignored—legs locking his waist, hips auto-bouncing, big dick pistoning.
Unbeknownst, his splash signaled Wang Yue precisely.
"Mom, why hide back here alone?" A soul-shaking voice pierced from above amid her ecstasy.
"Xin'er, Yue'er—why're you here?" Chen Rong gaped at deck-edge daughters, mortified tense.
"Sis said you vanished—worried, searched. Found you here." Wang Yue grinned at crimson-faced Mom.
Wang Xin baffled truly—rushed sans dressing by sis.
Now: Mom found.
Her closest acting weird.
"Oh, I'm fine—just thinking. Go back."
Wang Yue's imp below ramped harder, big dick thicker—bliss mounting. Daughters lingering? Disaster.
Plus: nude daughters overhead—pert tits, her twin butterfly saucy pussies crystal-clear from below.
Sun dazzled down, not up—Wang Yue ogled his cousins freely.
Chen Rong suspected his swelling vigor stemmed from sis-stimulation.
Wang Xin obeyed instinctively—habit, plus naked sun-exposure unease.
Wang Yue yanked sis, smirking down: "No rush—great sunbathing spot. Mother-daughter chat time."
"We're together daily—no need." Chen Rong panicked inwardly, saucy pussy thrumming exquisitely—speech impossible.
"Rare full-nude honesty—private topics. Mom, Dad's gone three years. Body-aches?"
Husband mention guilt-flashed, swiftly drowned by big dick barrages.
"Of course—cried heaps early. Time heals." Vague sidestep.
"Not heart—body." Wang Yue pressed. "Three manless years—cravings?"
"Nosy girl!" Chen Rong blushed furiously. Mother-daughter sex-talk embarrassed—even sans huge big dick stuffing her.
"Just chatting." Wang Yue grinned. "Truth? I finger myself sometimes—at twenty. 'Thirty like wolf, forty like tiger'—you're prime, experienced. Hungrier, right?"
"Crave what? Dad may never return." Sigh—then yelp.
"Mom?!" Wang Xin fretted.
"N-nothing—sun's… intense." Flustered fib. Sigh-mid, Wang Yue pile-drove her saucy pussy, numbing her to outburst.
"Sun-fuck, huh? Thought you missed getting fucked," Wang Yue teased.
"Girl! No crude talk!" Chen Rong flushed.
"No outsiders." Wang Yue shrugged. "Mom, real talk: fucking comfy? Way better than fingers?"
Edge-teased by deliberate slow-thrusts—itchy limbo, neither peak nor retreat—mind fogged, she blurted: "Depends on man. Some meh, some send you to heaven."
"Mom—multiple men?!" Wang Yue gasped.
Snap-alert, Chen Rong backpedaled: "No! Online reads."
"Ah." Nod. "Dad—meh or heaven?"
"Meh." Your bro's heaven-tier—driving Mom insane now.
"Pity—no paradise for you." Sigh. "Dad gone—find another? Ace one? We'd back it, right sis?"
Wang Xin nodded blankly: "Yeah—if Mom likes him."
"Nonsense! Wang clan wife—outsider? Family shame!" Chen Rong scolded.