Everyone's Wild Orgy 1
After that, the women all chimed in, and in the end, they all sided with Xue Yan.
Tang Yue'rou was thinking of everyone else, and they were thinking of her in return. Even though the alcohol would do minimal harm to Wang Jingjing—practically negligible—they still didn't want to risk it.
They wanted to spend a few days shamelessly tangled up with Wang Yue, free of all restraint. But if that meant hurting Wang Jingjing, they'd rather hold back.
Seeing them all so considerate, putting others first like this, Wang Yue couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. Women were creatures prone to jealousy, after all—countless powerful men had been brought low by infighting in their own harems. But here, with him? Not a whiff of that trouble.
How could he not feel smug?
Of course, Wang Yue wasn't arrogant enough to think his charm alone had them so smitten they'd forgotten how to get jealous.
There were clear reasons for this harmony.
First, they all knew each other well and got along great.
Second, they came from Jinling's three great families—nothing they lacked, all martial artists who saw worldly wealth as dust. No room for petty conflicts over gain.
Third, their bonds with Wang Yue were rooted far more in familial love than romantic passion. Love was selfish; family was selfless. From the start, none had dreamed of monopolizing him.
Fourth—and most crucially—Wang Yue's prowess in bed was insatiable. Forget them; he could satisfy several times their number without breaking a sweat. If anything, too few women meant he had to hold back. To each of them, other women weren't sharing him—they were lightening the load. No conflicts there.
The women debated for a bit without resolution, then all turned expectant eyes to Wang Yue for the final call.
"You've all made good points, but your worries are for nothing, because..." Wang Yue grinned wickedly, and an ancient-looking wine jar materialized in his hand. "Ta-da! Immortal Drunk. You deserve to have it!"
Immortal Drunk packed an even stronger punch, but the real magic was in those precious herbs inside. They amplified alcohol's intoxicating haze a hundredfold while stripping away every harmful side effect.
In other words, you'd get roaring drunk—pure bliss, no downsides. No damage to your figure, and even a slight boost to your mental strength.
"Uncle, where'd you get Immortal Drunk?" Wang Qianqian blurted out. "Wasn't the jar at home already empty?"
"I drank the one at home, sure—but that doesn't mean I can't snag more from elsewhere." Wang Yue chuckled.
Su Mengqing pouted playfully. "You little punk, if you had Immortal Drunk, why not bring it out sooner?"
"Didn't think of it before," Wang Yue said, a touch sheepish. "Plus, if I'd pulled it out early, we'd have gotten Jingjing sloshed too. Would've blown our cover on the island."
"No excuses—you're just a dummy." Wang Xin'er stuck her tongue out at him, giggling.
The women all burst into laughter. Ever since witnessing Wang Yue's godlike knife strike that day, a thread of awe had woven into their feelings for him.
It was great, but like fans idolizing a star, it created a subtle distance.
Seeing this doofus side of him now? That distance vanished, drawing them closer than ever.
That evening, after dinner together, as everyone started drifting off, Wang Xin'er piped up: she'd never drunk alcohol growing up, and now that they were out from under Grandma's watchful eye, she wanted to give it a try.
Everyone agreed in a heartbeat.
Kids are curious about everything, especially stuff grown-ups ban. Naturally, Wang Jingjing chimed in too, begging for a taste.
Tang Yue'rou held out against her pleas at first, but with Wang Qianqian and Wang Shanshan backing her up, she finally relented.
Wang Xin'er personally poured Wang Jingjing a cup.
The beaming girl didn't notice her cup was bigger than the others—holding a full two taels when filled—or that everyone else sipped ordinary booze (or even water), while hers was pure Immortal Drunk.
And to dodge any limits from Mom, she downed it in one gulp.
A girl her age, total newbie to booze—even with some cultivation—two taels of regular liquor would've floored her. Immortal Drunk? Top-shelf stuff that could drop even Return to Truth Realm bigshots? Forget it.
Seconds later, she slumped face-first onto the table, out cold. And she wouldn't stir for three full days.
With Wang Jingjing down for the count, the mood went eerily quiet.
Logically, this was their cue for unbridled fun—they'd all been craving a chance to go wild anywhere, anytime, no holds barred.
The women had even steeled themselves for group action with Wang Yue, right out in the open.
But now that the moment was here... hesitation crept in.
They weren't loose women. Alone with Wang Yue, they let go completely; with a few familiar faces, it worked too. But all of them together? Suddenly, modesty resurfaced.
Wang Yue geared up to take charge, but Su Mengqing beat him to it. "How about this: we start tomorrow. Tonight, everyone back to your rooms to prep. But no backing out come morning—no more playing coy. We all cut loose and go nuts with our man. Deal?"
"Deal!" they chorused, clearly not quite ready yet.
"Settled, then." Su Mengqing clapped it down, then grinned at Wang Yue. "Tonight, you're on Jingjing duty. Pump some true qi into her to tide her over for three days, got it?"
With that, they scattered like startled birds, as if afraid he'd grab them.
Wang Yue could only shake his head. He'd figured knocking out Wang Jingjing kicked off his sex-fest bliss. Instead, tonight? Solo bed. Worse than the past few days.
But their call—he wouldn't override it. Scooping up the slumbering girl, he carried her downstairs to the cabin, tucked her into her room.
Then infused her with true qi. With that nourishing her, she'd enter a tortoise-breath state—no consumption, no waste—for three days. Hands-off.
Back in his room, Wang Yue left the door unlocked, hoping some beauty—big or small—might sneak in.
Midnight came. Nothing.
Undeterred, he tried prowling—only to find every door bolted from inside.
Resigned, he chugged big gulps of Immortal Drunk to kill the long night, drifting off in a haze.
Next morning, Wang Yue woke to pure bliss.
Consciousness snapped back first to his cockhead gripped in soft, wet warmth—sucked and licked relentlessly.
Eyes open: a scene both poetic and filthy. A girl more stunning than fate itself knelt between his legs, her ruby lips locked around his glans, blissed-out as she blew him.
"Xin'er, morning." Wang Yue grinned at his twin sister-slash-lover.
She popped off the head, small hand still stroking his shaft. "Bro, like waking up to this?"
"Love it. But it's missing something."
"What?"
"Breakfast. I want your nectar." Wang Yue smirked. "C'mere, sis—my turn to make you feel good."
Wang Xin'er spun around, straddling his neck, legs spread wide in a 69. She pumped his cock a few times, then engulfed it again.
Wang Yue's hands roamed her slim jade thighs and perky little ass, eyes locked on her petite, plump white-tiger bun pussy.
Her thick outer lips kept it sealed tight despite the spread—a man's dream slit, perfect one-liner.
Eyeing it hungrily, his thumbs parted those snowy labia majora.
Pink flesh bloomed: tiny clit erect like a ruby gem, inner walls twitching, slick with fresh nectar—like fresh-cut watermelon, dripping temptation.
Unable to resist, Wang Yue dragged his tongue front-to-back through her tender slit.
"Mmm..." Wang Xin'er moaned around his big dick, the pleasure rippling through her suckling.
Her bliss fueled him. He latched onto her clit—suck, lick—then her minora, tender and slicker than her mouth, divine.
Savoring her tasty little saucy pussy while her lips worked his cock—Wang Yue felt godlier than gods.
Soon, Wang Xin'er cracked first, spitting him out. "Bro, I can't take it—fuck me now."
"Sure. But I'm lazy—you ride."
She scrambled up, gripped his rigid shaft, parted her one-liner with her other hand, and sank down slow.
The massive head stretched her tight pussy, inching in.
Slow for savoring—every ridge parting her walls.
Half a minute later, she was stuffed full. No rush deeper; she pressed his glans to her core, hands on his chest, and started bouncing her bun pussy on his cock.
"Bro, I've waited forever for this. You always snuck in at night, gone by dawn. I dreamed of waking in your arms, seeing your face and big dick first thing, then with the sunrise, feeling it slide into my pussy—your morning love."
"Xin'er, plenty more ahead. Lots."
"Yeah. Once we're back and you've claimed Grandma and Mom, no more hiding. I don't need every night—just sometimes." Wang Xin'er dreamed aloud, still riding.
"For your dream, I'll grind." His hands fondled her budding tits.
Soon unsatisfied with the tease, she slammed down—full hilt, glans breaching her womb. A shiver of ecstasy.
From pure jade girl to lusty vixen: ass pounding wildly, full-depth strokes, moans escalating.
Such frenzy didn't last. Minutes in, she quivered, climaxing hard—inner shot syncing bliss again.
Post-peak, she lounged on him a bit, then dismounted.
"Xin'er, wait—hold me longer." Wang Yue beckoned. Soaked in her pussy, even still, it was soul-melting. Hated letting go.
"I don't mind, but we made a bet. We're hiding separately—you find us all by noon, make each cum at least once. Win, and we're yours to command these days on board."
"And if I lose?"
"Our punishment~." Wang Xin'er grinned mischievously.
"Which is?"
"We'll decide then." Clearly, they figured he'd win—or wanted an excuse for total surrender.
Classic: craving abandon but shy, so a "game" to justify anything-goes fucking.
His women called it—he was game. Sounded fun, spicing their passion with play.
"Bro, it's nearly seven. Five-plus hours to noon—tick-tock. Ten people, half-hour average per find-and-fuck-to-climax. Tight."
"Ten? Not counting you?"
"I'm found already." She laughed. "Just snag the ten."
"Then we hunt together." Wang Yue hopped up, stripped his last underwear—buck naked, arms open. "We've been one since the womb. Big task? Together."
Wang Xin'er beamed, leaping nude into his embrace—arms neck-bound, legs waist-wrapped, koala-style.
He cupped her ass, hiked her up—big dick prodding her dripping slit—then dropped her down. It speared home like a snake to nest.
Thus impaled, he carried her out. Each step thrust deep into her sensitive depths.
Sibling fucks weren't new, but always sneaky—even aboard, dodging Wang Zhiting and Wang Jingjing.
This? Balls-out public pussy-pounding while strolling. First time. Thrilling freedom.
Wang Yue stayed sharp, though—hunt mode: sister-fuck while searching.
As she said, five hours for ten beauties across six decks, endless rooms? No cakewalk.
His cultivation could mind-scan half the yacht easy. But where's the fun?
No spirit sense. Eyeballing room-by-room from cabins.
"Bro, closet?"
"Bathroom check."
"Under the bed."
…
Wang Xin'er buzzed with glee, pointing hidey-holes—hide-and-seek nostalgia, but cock-stuffed. Way hotter.
Downside: no hard thrusts, just walk-rhythm bumps. Comfy, not climax-crashing—teasing her edge.
She loved it. Kept him plugged in. Warm hold, total fill—soul-deep as orgasm.
Half-hour gone—a tenth elapsed. Zero finds. Cabins tapped out.
"Bro, Jingjing's room last. Maybe someone's there." As he aimed topside, Wang Xin'er suggested.
Sensible. Quick peek. He entered.
Boom: second-sis-in-law Tang Yue'rou side-laid on the bed, eyes smoky on naked Wang Yue cradling naked Wang Xin'er—beside her still-snoozing daughter.
"First catch!" Wang Xin'er cheered, ass-bucking wildly on his cock. "Bro, make me cum hard first—then fuck second sis."
"That urgent?"
"Duh! Half-hour tease, no peak—I'm dying here!" She pouted.
Truth: he'd edged too. Time to blow.
He ragdolled her ass—tossing high (glans hooked), gravity-slamming full-depth, womb-breaching each drop.
Brutal pace—even normally, she lasted minutes. Half-hour simmer? Doomed.
Dozens tosses: she quaked. Half-hour buildup flushed her skin pink; pussy clenched vise-like, desperate to trap him forever. Womb milked his head.
Snarling, Wang Yue erupted endless—scalding ropes flooding womb, then channel, pressure-ejecting his cock.
Still spurting five-six more waves.
Spent, he collapsed on Wang Jingjing's bed, clutching sister tight.
Over a minute later, she stirred from near-death bliss. "Bro... thought you'd fucked me to death. Too good!"
"Good girl. Drained me dry."
"Hey, enough already." Tang Yue'rou cut in. "Incest siblings showing off—don't you care if it makes others ache?"
"Bro, second sis is desperate—go fuck her." Wang Xin'er teased. "Hiding by her kid? Wants it in front of daughter, huh."
Unfair rap—Tang Yue'rou had eyed other spots but checked on Jingjing. Caught Wang Yue's door-to-door hunt, stayed put. No deep plot.
But the tease sparked taboo thrill. No denial: "So what? If Jingjing weren't so young, I'd share him with her."
"Whoa, kinky second sis!" Wang Xin'er whooped. "Bro, hurry!"
Wang Yue recovered freakishly fast—one minute, cock rigid anew.
He pounced on second sis-in-law.
Plain long skirt, but her killer figure made it curve-hugging.
Time crunch—no admiring. Skirt up: white panties soaked.
Shed watched their door-exit parade—half-hour live porn. Horny as hell.
No foreplay, pants aside—mature tender saucy pussy bared. Cock aimed to plunge.
"Wait!" Wang Xin'er halted, grinning evil: grabbed sleeping Jingjing's right hand, wrapped it on his shaft with hers. Guided to Tang Yue'rou's drooling slit.
"Second sis, Jingjing's personally stuffing bro's big dick in your pussy~."
Taboo peak—daughter "delivering" the cock. Tang Yue'rou burned: "Good little bro, sis's pussy itches—shove that big dick in, fuck me!"
Wang Yue thrust—slick schlick, buried deep.
Wang Xin'er withdrew—but left Jingjing's hand. Thrust jammed fingers between his abs and Tang Yue'rou's pussy.
Unconscious or not, sensation: fucked while daughter "stroked" her mound.
Depraved rush: "Good bro—fuck me hard!"
"Sis, stay here and take it? Or like Xin'er—carry-fuck while hunting next?"
Only her petite frame suited carry-fuck sans awkwardness (barring lolis). Wanted to flex.
No dice. Panting: "Here! Fuck me in front of Jingjing. When she grows, we'll both take you!"
No carry-show, but niece-watching-mom-fuck? Hot enough. He hammered away.
Half-hour porn primed her; his pounding melted her—pussy spasming, eyes glazing, wails loose: "Good bro... mm... so good... ah... too good... oh... mm... so big... cock... bliss... sis dying... mm... ah... yes... so good... oh... fuck yes... mm... bro... mm... your cock... mm... too good... mm... perfect... mm... big dick hubby... you're fucking me so good... mm..."
Wang Xin'er amped it: snatched Jingjing's hand again, pressed a finger to Tang Yue'rou's swollen clit, rubbing.
Overload: she bucked into thrusts, ass grinding—edge rushing.
Time short—no tease. Wang Yue powered her over.
Her pent-up fire? Explosive peak.
His? Modest load.
"Hmph, biased punk. Flooded Xin'er, skimped sis? My pussy not as good?" Tang Yue'rou pouted.
Eight waves—beyond mortal limits. But vs. Xin'er's womb/channel overflow + extra? Shortchanged.
"Sis, you're wronging me." Wang Yue laughed. "Not bias, not your pussy lesser. Just shorter time. Half-hour carry like Xin'er? I'd flood you too."
"Next time." She conceded—her refusal bit her.
Slow cock withdrawal, glistening her juices. To Xin'er: "Onward?"
"Nah, solo now." She shook head.
Loved the carry-cock, but overdo it? Later sidelined. Pace yourself. Post-mom/grandma conquest? Endless.
He shrugged, strode out nude—cock slick with sis-in-law nectar—deck-bound.
Open sea: heart expanded vast.
Then—gorgeous sight: doll-like beauty at the bow, sea breeze toying her long hair. Picture-perfect.
"Zhiting, everyone's hiding—why here? Scared I'd miss you, lose the bet?" Wang Yue approached, teasing.
Wang Zhiting turned, flushing crimson at naked bro—big dick rampant.
She was his now, but one fuck total. Daylight naked meet? Shy overload.
Still bold: "Our first was here. Special to me. Wanted to wait."
"Rewind it?"
Head down, eyes glued to his upright cock. Mosquito whisper: "Yes."
"Zhiting, all family here—no shame." He stripped her piece-by-piece till bare as him.
Logic sound, but naked facing? Blush explosion, hands cupping chest and crotch.
He tugged her crotch hand away, fingered her slit—chuckled. "Naughty Zhiting. Face all shy, but saucy pussy soaked."
"Missed you..."
"Then hop on." Scooped her koala-style, aligned, thrust—into tight warmth.
"Zhiting, world tour time." Slow stroll, rhythmic shallow fucks—like with Xin'er. Build comfort, melt shame. Full release = max fun.
Public carry-fuck risk? Near-faint blush.
But shame sharpened pleasure—soon lost in it, easing up.
No rush inside; prowled railings first—hides anywhere.
Loop back: she shuddered, cumming sudden.
Her clench tickled him to eruption.
Bit short, but fresh deflowered yesterday? Expected.
Wang Zhiting guilt-wracked: "Bro... I'm useless. Couldn't last."
"Silly. Your bliss is mine." Grin. "Full throttle? Even all you together couldn't drain me."
Gently withdrew, set her down. "Chin up—mission calls. Clear the stage, then real fun."