Grandmother-in-Law's Past
But once one reached the Mortal Shedding Realm, each minor realm divided into seven sub-stages: early, early peak, mid, mid peak, late, late peak, and perfection.
With Wang Yue's true qi purity, dominating anyone in the same sub-stage at Mortal Shedding shouldn't be hard. But crossing realms to crush superiors? That'd be tougher.
Unless his true qi purity climbed even higher, or the charge time for his ultimate move, Eight-Level Gale, vanished entirely.
The former grew harder with every step. After days of relentless "effort," he'd barely doubled his baseline. Another qualitative leap? Not anytime soon.
The latter? Even tougher. The charge was stuck at 0.1 seconds, unmoving for ages, no matter his grind.
Su Mengqing had just entered Return to Truth Realm, so her water-striding lasted only about a minute before she flew back aboard, spent.
But she was thrilled, yanking Wang Yue into her arms with a jubilant laugh. "Haha, I'm in Return to Truth now too!"
Wang Yue felt glum. Sure, being hugged by his little aunt, face buried between her massive tits, felt amazing. But he was the man here—she should be the one nestling against him.
No helping it. He was young, body not fully grown. In her presence, he'd reclaim his manly pride with his massive cock.
Su Mengqing wasn't done yet. After a quick rest, she dragged him back into the river, frolicking on the surface. When her true qi ran dry, she'd borrow his power to recharge.
Wang Yue was still just Return to Truth too. His combat power might match early Mortal Shedding experts, but he fell short in some areas.
Like sustained water-striding—Mortal Shedding could keep it up indefinitely; he couldn't.
A few minutes later, they returned to the yacht.
"Water-striding's already this fun. Imagine void-stepping one day," Su Mengqing said dreamily.
"Don't worry, we'll get there soon," Wang Yue grinned confidently.
If water-striding marked Return to Truth elites, void-stepping defined Transcendence Realm powerhouses.
Her words were less about fun, more raw hunger for higher cultivation. After all, flight? A vehicle handled that easy.
Truth was, elite martial artists could water-stride or void-step, but rarely bothered—unless showing off, or like Su Mengqing, reveling in the novelty.
Near noon, the yacht reached the target island. They planned to land, then lunch ashore.
But before disembarking, something felt off.
Wang Yue sensed human activity on the isle.
This island dwarfed the Tiger Shark Pirates' base—dozens of square li, lush with greenery, even spirit beasts lurking.
Without his peak 6th layer Return to Truth cultivation and superior purity, he'd never spot that faint trace.
"Little Aunt, seems like someone's on the island. Your take?" Wang Yue asked Su Mengqing. Not favoritism—her role as Jinling Adventurers' Association president gave her unmatched experience.
Su Mengqing frowned. "Not a key spot. Resources are niche. No reason for visitors, let alone timed perfectly with us."
"Tianhai Zhang family?" Wang Xin'er chimed in.
"Possible. They lost contact with the Tiger Sharks, who vanished chasing us. Checking the pirate base, then our trail here? Logical," Wang Yue nodded. "Let's circle the island first, no landing. Scout for clues."
"Good call," Su Mengqing approved. Small decision, but his calm decisiveness at fifteen? Impressive.
The women agreed.
They split: Su Mengqing to the bridge, Wang Xin'er to the crow's nest for lookout, Wang Yue and the rest on deck, waiting.
Halfway around, on the far side: several ships beached, marked Tianhai Zhang family.
"Now what?" Su Mengqing asked gravely on deck.
Zhangs hid nothing—strength bred arrogance.
Wang Yue's group was cornered.
Dodge? Pure guilt, exposing their knowledge of the pirate-Zhang link. Zhangs would strike Jinling's three families hard.
Pretend ignorance and land? Who knew their tricks.
The pirates were their proxies, eyeing Wang Yue's crew. In open sea, jam signals, strike freely.
Wang Yue feared no island foes—no Mortal Shedding here, and below that? No threat.
But killing them? Even sans signals, too coincidental—admitting the pirate wipeout.
Subduing and releasing? No, he'd hide his strength.
As they pondered, Wang Zhiting spoke: "I have a way."
"What?" Wang Yue asked eagerly. This cousin, like her mother, was Jinling's famed genius—not just book-smart, but razor IQ, rarely shown.
"Live stream." Wang Zhiting smiled, activating her wrist comm. A virtual camera popped up.
She filmed the Zhang ships, then the island, announcing loudly: "Friends, we've hit Island 0853. Surprise—ships here too, Tianhai Zhang super-family marks. Bumping elites mid-adventure? Lucky! Congratulate me!"
Brilliant!
Wang Yue's group mentally thumbs-upped.
Live now? Thousands saw. Signal jammed post-landing? Any "incident," fingers point to Zhangs.
Tianhai Zhangs couldn't silence everyone. Exposure? Martial Alliance headache.
Alliance wasn't monolithic, but face mattered.
Zhangs, knowing, wouldn't dare act.
"Auntie, when'd you start streaming?" Wang Qianqian asked.
Wang Zhiting shushed her, continuing: "Landing now, folks. Join us for island sights, spirit beasts even."
Yacht neared shore. They light-footed ashore.
"Huh, no signal?" Wang Zhiting gasped on landing.
"Some spots are like that," Su Mengqing played along.
"Gotta tell my fans." She hopped back aboard: "Bad luck, friends—no wireless here. I'll record and upload later."
She soothed viewers, returned ashore—camera still rolling.
Past beach, dense jungle. Inside: a group, led by a burly black man.
"Tianhai Zhang friends? I'm Jinling Adventurers' Su Mengqing. Greetings." She stepped up, martial salute.
The brute ignored her, eyeing Wang Zhiting. "Kid, what's that?"
"Recording. No signal, fans unhappy. Upload later." Wang Zhiting beamed innocently. "Uncle, hate being filmed?"
"Yeah, edit me out." He grunted. "You live before?"
"Yup, past few days. Stopped on landing."
"Jinling three families, huh? Martial artists streaming like mortals." He frowned—like he scorned it.
Su Mengqing smiled sheepishly. "Kids love it. Forgive us, senior."
He nodded. "Zhang Hong, Tianhai Zhang. Here for materials. You?"
"Same," Su Mengqing said.
"Heard genius Yan Fangfei works for your Su family. Makes sense. Where's she?" Zhang Hong pressed. Intel said she boarded, plus Su Mengqing's four teammates—numbers off.
"Lab issue. Teammates escorted her back." Su Mengqing eyed him. "You know us well, senior."
"Genius scientist? We watch." He laughed it off. "Sea pirates rampant lately. Run into any?"
"Joking, senior. Pirates? We'd be sunk." She chuckled.
Zhang Hong scanned, spotting odd girl. "You, kid—pirates, right?"
"Nope!" Wang Shanshan blinked blankly, then lit up. "Uncle, know pirate spots? Never seen one. Wanna!"
Insiders knew: Qianqian? Typical. Shanshan? Never.
The little schemer defused suspicion.
Zhang Hong's doubts plummeted—from fifty percent to zilch. She looked pure, adorable—no liar.
"Pirates roam free. No clue." He sighed to Su Mengqing: "Got ours. Carry on."
"Shame—no joint explore." Su Mengqing feigned regret. "Farewell."
Salute, then into depths.
Zhang Hong watched, hearing the streamer: "Deeper now, friends! Spirit beast ahead—but no worry, little aunt's Heavenly Origin powerhouse..."
"Tail quietly. Check anomalies," he ordered his men. Doubts near gone, but caution lingered.
Too bad—Wang Zhiting anticipated that, "recording" with flawless commentary, zero slips.
Wang Yue's crew planned a full day, but Zhangs nixed it. Materials grabbed, back to yacht, Jinling-bound.
Yacht distant, Zhang Hong had men dismantle the jammer, then called out.
"Zhang Hong, status?" A young voice snapped.
"Young master, met Jinling three families. Pirates unrelated—no encounter."
"Useless fucks!" the heir snarled. "Pirates bore me. You nab them?"
"No, they left."
"What?!" Roar. "Useless! Return to Truth expert, can't take Heavenly Origin scrubs?"
"Young master, the live stream is active. The Hua family is watching. I'm afraid this might lead to a total alliance fallout," Zhang Hong said with a bitter smile.
"No excuses!" He bellowed. "Return! Now!"
Click. Zhang Hong sighed. Family to this fool? Doom?
At least not fully mad—recalling them distanced from pirates.
Wang Yue's group exhaled post-sight.
"Zhiting, true genius. Saved us," Su Mengqing praised.
Wang Zhiting smiled—poised beyond years, no brag, no false humility.
"Shanshan too," Wang Qianqian added.
"Right, Shanshan nailed it—killed Zhang Hong's doubts."
Wang Shanshan blushed, fidgeting. "Nah, just random. Mostly auntie and great-auntie."
Laughter. Little green tea—instinctual performer.
No disdain; "green tea" was affectionate. She never screwed family—save Qianqian, who saw humility, purity.
Chat dispersed.
Wang Yue at bow, staring sea, brooding.
"Glum?" Su Mengqing sat beside.
He sighed. "Hate my weakness. No groveling to Zhangs."
She laughed. "Fifteen, peak 6th layer Return to Truth. Stronger where?"
"Useless. Can't act."
"You're eager to protect us—fair. But step by step. Your talent, our synergy? Year tops, nothing threatens. Can't wait that?" She soothed. "True men bend, stretch. You one?"
"Not boasting true man, but your big-dick husband? Absolutely." He grinned. Heart knot gone.
"Yeah, sexier than true man. Your big dick bends and stretches—why not you?" She teased, then serious: "Even if you outmatched Zhangs, no killing Zhang Hong."
"Why? Alliance?"
"Partly. Mostly him. Tianhai Zhang branch ace, 8th layer Return to Truth, true loyalist. Spare for post-conquest takeover. Uproot super-family? Chaos. Alliance blocks."
"Smart." Wang Yue nodded. She gets me.
Zhangs harboring pirates, targeting his women? Extinction, power allowing.
Reminder: don't overplay pre-crush. Alliance no pushover.
Curious: "Little Aunt, you know Tianhai forces well."
"Specifics, like Zhangs. Queried post-pirate link—knew clash coming."
"Who'd you ask? Contacts there? Loose cultivator? Faction? Power?"
"Tianhai non-official top powers?"
"Liu, Zhang, Yan, Hua four families."
"Right. Source: Hua."
Stunned. "Hua ties?"
"Not me—Jinling three, via Chen."
"Awkward, so low contact. Desperate this time."
"How awkward?" Jinling top locally, Tianhai mid-tier vs. Hua elites. Distant kin plausible—but awkward?
She countered: "Jinling's top expert?"
"Me," he smirked.
"Before." She sighed inwardly. Yeah, he's undisputed now. But deep down... my spoiling little boy.
She loved him, but rooted as nephew—her adored boy.
Thus, his massive cock pounding her? Extra thrill.
"Public: Alliance's peak Heavenly Origin. Hidden stronger."
He nodded firmly—knew one: Li Yingying's master.
"Yes, several. Strongest: your grandmother-in-law."
"Grandmother-in-law? Grandma Shen?!" Shock.
Wife's grandma: Chen Xi's, Shen Siying. Memory: 7th layer Heavenly Origin.
Su Mengqing affirmed: "Her. Public 7th layer Heavenly Origin—hides full major realm."
"Return to Truth 7th? Above me." Tongue-tied.
"Surprise, but Hua link?"
"Hua elder ancestor's blood granddaughter. Mother: his daughter."
"Father? Hua servant. Private vows, daughter born—exiled. But uncle/mom aided secretly, even leaked Hua arts. She shone in three families—but stolen, so no passing to Chen heirs."
Wang Yue gaped. Soap opera plot—real.
"Outsiders know Chen-Hua?"
She shook head. "Hua shame—hides it. Only Hua, few Jinling know. Her hidden strength? Yes. Origins? No."
He sighed softly.
"Regret no Hua boost?" she teased.
He sneered. "Joke. They'll beg me. Maybe accept—for Grandma Shen's uncle."
Cross-class love? Meh. But ancestor's face-saving exile? Cold-blooded.
Family sacred to him. Kin-traitors? Despised.
"Love that confidence." Su Mengqing's eyes glazed seductively. "Good boy, little aunt wants again."
"Wants what?" Feigned innocence.
"You fucking me." She yanked his pants, stroking till rock-hard.
True qi burst—pre-island combat gear shredded. Her nephew-craving sexy body bared.
Before he savored, she straddled face-to-face, legs spread. Hips twisted, sank—nephew's massive cock gulped by her soaked saucy pussy.
"Oh!" Blissful moans. She clutched his head to her chest, plump ass grinding like a millstone. His cock drilled her depths.
Fully enveloped: arms tight, face in tits, cock gripped hot.
Uterine bliss. Cherished—post-growth, no more.
He savored, passive in her embrace.
Usually dominant, or aiding cowgirl. This? Tits cocoon, pussy wringing—unique delight.
Aunt-nephew lost in warmth, a giggle: "Wasting no time. Cleared space for Zhang talk—now pussy-fucking."
Wang Yue lifted from tits, eyed Xue Yan's lusty gaze on their join. "Talk done."
Su Mengqing ground on: "Want some?"
"Duh—but his big dick loath leaving auntie's saucy pussy?" Xue Yan teased. Man-shared, jokes turned filthy.
"See if mommy tempts son out—for your pussy."
Xue Yan stripped, knelt ass-up beside, swaying curves, dripping pussy teasing: "Good son, mommy too. Pussy itches—stuff your big dick in, scratch it."
Excitement surged. Wang Yue flipped, pinned auntie, legs on shoulders, pounded wildly.
Su Mengqing melted in ecstasy, Xue Yan watching amping shame-thrill. She wailed: "Ah... my husband... ah... big-dick bro... love you... ah... fucking auntie blissful... ah... harder... ah... dying of pleasure... ah... hubby... auntie loves your... big dick... ah... harder... fuck me dead... ah... pussy-fucking... big-dick nephew... ah... auntie so good... ah... dear bro... oh... faster... hard fuck... ah... yes... oh... big-dick nephew... auntie blissed... ah... dying..."
"Little aunt, saucy pussy so tight... ah... squeezing bliss... oh... womb sucking... so good... ah..." Wang Yue praised mid-thrust.
Thrilled, she bucked wildly: "Ah... big-dick nephew... ah... comfy? ... um... auntie's saucy pussy... oh... more bliss... ah... dear bro... hitting so good... ah... big-dick hubby... auntie's pussy... heavenly... ah... auntie cumming... ah... dying bliss..."
Pussy quaking—climax near.
Wang Yue denied easy release—yanked out with a wet pop, juices spraying.
No pause—slick cock shifted, slammed Xue Yan's pussy with a squelch, hammering.
Xue Yan beamed lewdly, howling: "Oh... so full... comfy... ah... good boy... mommy's pussy... bliss oh... ah... huge cock... stuffing mommy full... heavenly... good son... oh... ah... mommy's saucy pussy... yours forever... ah... only you fuck... ah... naughty boy... mommy loves... ah... Yue... mommy's hubby... great... big dick... mommy bliss... ah... want you... ah... daily... fuck mommy's saucy pussy... oh..."
Hands on her arched ass, half-squatting, downward angle hardened him more, upward thrust intensifying.
Harder pounds—pussy squelched wetly.
Xue Yan mad with lust, upper body deck-flat, tits scraping, ass higher.
He horse-stanced, 45-degree downward fuck—mutual bliss, conquest rush.
Su Mengqing unsatisfied, eyed juices flying: "Good nephew, auntie wants."
"Kneel!" he barked mid-thrust.
She mirrored Xue Yan, ass high: "Dear nephew, ready—fuck me."
Xue Yan nearing peak—he cruelly withdrew, plunged auntie.
Not total denial: fingers teased Xue Yan's pulsing pussy—edging bliss.