Chapter 59

Now, the mother and daughter were even more baffled as to what Wang Yue was up to.

Wang Yue, however, was absolutely thrilled; it had merely been a passing thought, yet he hadn’t expected it to actually lead him to what he was looking for.

Back in the studio, looking at the sea of virtual avatars and the quiet atmosphere, Wang Yue felt even more satisfied.

“Mum, carry on singing,” Wang Yue waved to Xue Yan on stage, then walked over to Wang Yaru and said, “Xiao Ru, let’s move somewhere else—sit over there.”

Wang Yaru didn’t know what was going on, but as she always obeyed her brother, she moved over to the seat next to him.

The moment she moved, the virtual figure that had been displaced from her original seat instantly appeared.

Then, both mother and daughter were instantly stunned.

After a moment, Wang Yaru looked at the virtual figure that had appeared in the centre of the front row and gasped, “Dad?!”

Meanwhile, Xue Yan’s feelings on stage were incredibly complex. She finally remembered: the scene before her was from a high-profile banquet she had attended over twenty years ago, when she had been just one of many performers taking to the stage.

Back then, she hadn’t yet met Wang Jing; she had only just entered the industry, and her fame was nowhere near what it would later become.

All along, she had focused solely on her professional standards, never once thinking to scheme or manoeuvre, so she hadn’t paid attention to who was in the audience. Wang Jing had never mentioned the incident later on either, so she hadn’t realised that he had been taking an interest in her for so long.

Come to think of it, her career had indeed been remarkably smooth sailing. Whilst her own talent certainly played a part, in this line of work, talent alone is simply not enough.

In this industry, unspoken rules are, quite frankly, the norm. For a newcomer with no connections, possessing top-tier talent, looks and physique, yet never having encountered any such unspoken rules, is highly unusual.

So the most likely explanation was that Wang Jing had been keeping an eye on her ever since she debuted, and had been quietly paving the way for her all along.

Thinking of this man—who, whilst not her husband in name, had given her everything short of that title—and how he had done so much for her in silence, Xue Yan felt both deeply moved and profoundly guilty.

This sense of guilt reached its peak when she saw Wang Yue standing beside Wang Jing’s projection, strutting about with his massive cock on full display.

For even though she stood before ‘Wang Jing’ and felt immense gratitude for all he had done for her in silence, the sight of that huge cock made her unable to resist reliving the pleasure of its thrusts inside her—she even longed for it to penetrate her once more.

Rationally, she felt she had let Wang Jing down, yet deep down she was utterly unable to suppress her desire for his son’s massive cock. That conflicting sensation left Xue Yan standing there frozen, like a statue.

Wang Yue had no idea that the arrangement he’d made would affect Xue Yan so deeply. Seeing her standing motionless, he assumed she was simply shy, so he paid her no mind for the moment. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Wang Yaru, who was beside him, and leaned down to kiss her on the lips.

“Mmm… mmm…” Wang Yaru, who usually loved kissing her brother, struggled fiercely, quickly breaking free from Wang Yue’s lips. Panting slightly, she said, “Brother, we can’t do this. Dad’s still here.”

Although the little girl was young, she knew full well that it was wrong for siblings to be in love, let alone engage in incest.

Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t have minded—after all, she adored her brother so much that being with him was worth bearing the stigma of an illicit relationship.

But now, with their father present—even if he was merely a ghostly figure—she felt a deep sense of apprehension.

Wang Yue continued to hold his little sister in his left arm, whilst his right hand, far from idle, slipped beneath her skirt. Through the thin fabric of her knickers, he began to fondle her sensitive, tender little pussy, saying, “It is precisely because Dad is here that we should love one another all the more.”

Wang Yarou felt incredibly pleasured by her brother’s touch; her legs instinctively clamped down on his hand as she asked, “Why is that?”

“Suppose—and I mean suppose—if Dad really were no longer with us, what do you think his spirit in heaven would most want to see?” Wang Yue asked in return.

“Of course, that everything at home is going well, and that everyone is safe and happy,” Wang Yaru replied without a moment’s hesitation.

“Yes, safe and happy,” Wang Yue nodded in agreement, then asked, “But what do you think true pleasure is?”

“When the whole family loves one another, is always together, and never has to part—that’s true happiness,” Wang Yaru gave an answer that seemed simple enough, but was in fact as difficult as climbing a mountain.

Wang Yue nodded. “You’re quite right. I’ll do my best to achieve that, but it’s not enough on its own, because that’s merely spiritual happiness.”

A small question mark popped into Wang Yaru’s mind.

Wang Yue continued, “But apart from spiritual joy, people also need physical pleasure and satisfaction. Only when both mind and body are happy is it true happiness. So I ask you, when is your body happiest?”

Wang Yaru’s face flushed instantly. She stole a glance at her father’s figure beside her and said coyly, “When I’m having sex with my brother.”

Wang Yue was very pleased with his little sister’s answer and asked again, “So, do you feel very satisfied every time your big brother fucks you?”

“Mm!” Wang Yaru nodded vigorously. That sensation of being fucked to repeated orgasms by her big brother’s huge cock was more than just satisfaction—it was pure bliss!

“So,” Wang Yue said earnestly, “we need to prove to Dad that I, as your big brother, can not only bring you emotional joy, but also give your body the greatest pleasure and satisfaction.” He continued, “Alright, little sister, let’s show Dad right now just how I make you feel good.”

Wang Yaru’s little slutty cunt was already dripping with juices from her brother’s touch; she was completely lost in lust and had lost all ability to think clearly, so she nodded absent-mindedly.

Wang Yue immediately sat down on the seat beside him, pointed at his towering cock, and said, “Get on top.”

Wang Yaru straddled her brother’s lap, one hand lifting the hem of her princess dress, the other tugging aside the crotch of her panties—already soaked through with her juices—to reveal her glistening little pussy. She pressed it against her brother’s egg-sized glans and sat down hard.

With a soft ‘slurp’, the brother and sister became one right there in front of their father.

“Mmm… ah…” The sensation of her hungry little cunt being filled by her brother’s huge cock made Wang Yaru unable to resist moaning as she began to grind her little bum up and down of her own accord.

Wang Yue, however, cupped his little sister’s cheeks with both hands, turning her face towards the direction of their father’s ghostly image, and said, “Good girl, tell Daddy, are you happy now?”

Although Wang Yaru was innocent, she was no longer a child. Being fucked by her brother in front of ‘Dad’ made her feel incredibly shy, and her little face flushed crimson with embarrassment.

But the pleasure surging through her pussy was simply too intense, so even in this situation, she couldn’t help but thrust her little bum, letting her brother’s thick, hard cock slide in and out of her.

“Say it now, or I won’t fuck you any more,” Wang Yue urged, feigning a move to lift Wang Yaru’s little bottom upwards, pulling his cock out of her tender little pussy.

“No, I’ll say it,” Wang Yaru hurriedly protested, then looked at “Dad’s” profile and said, “Dad, do you know? Xiao Ru is so happy right now. Big Brother not only cares for me, but he’s also fucking me so ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠well.”

Perhaps because she missed her father so much, Wang Yaru was very shy when she first started speaking, but once she got going, she couldn’t stop. While thrusting her body to allow her brother’s big cock to continue sliding in and out of her cunt, she chattered on incessantly: “ ‘Daddy, my brother is so amazing now. Not only does he have a big cock and knows how to fuck, but he can also rapidly boost our cultivation through fucking. It’s not just me now—Mum, Auntie, my sister-in-law… well, practically the whole family loves my brother. Everyone loves fucking him, and they all praise his big cock, calling him “Big Cock Husband”…’

Hearing his sister speak to ‘Dad’ in this way, Wang Yue’s heart was instantly filled with a peculiar excitement, and he looked forward even more to the sensation of fucking Mum Yan right in front of him later.

It wasn’t that Wang Yue hated his father or deliberately wanted to cuckold him; rather, his feelings for his father had already grown very faint.

In his previous life, when he had entered that peculiar realm, his father and the others had already been missing for six years. Wang Yue had long since grown accustomed to life without them, and in the end, it was the beauties of the three great clans who had stood by him through thick and thin.

So, after entering that realm, it was naturally them whom Wang Yue missed the most.

Having lived through countless ages, the women he thought of every day naturally grew heavier in his heart, whilst those he rarely recalled grew lighter and lighter under the erosion of time, almost to the point of vanishing.

To put it bluntly, Wang Yue’s mindset was now quite different from that of ordinary people. Apart from the women of the three great clans who had sustained him through countless ages, everyone else was utterly dispensable in his eyes.

Just as the legendary cultivators are said to attain the realm of ‘supreme detachment from emotion’, it is not that they are heartless or ruthless, but rather that they have lived for so long that they have simply forgotten what emotion is.

So for Wang Yue now, his father is truly nothing more than a noun, or perhaps… a tool to enhance his amusement.

Fortunately, Wang Yue was unlike true cultivators; he did not seclude himself in remote, uninhabited places to practise in seclusion, but instead mingled amongst the city, coming into contact with many people every day. Whilst the emotions of his past life might fade, the people he encountered anew could awaken fresh feelings within him, preventing him from truly reaching the state of ‘supreme detachment from emotion’.

As his little sister grew more and more animated in her account to ‘Daddy’—even going so far as to describe the sensation of her brother’s cock thrusting in and out of her cunt—Wang Yue could no longer contain his excitement. He grabbed his little sister and stood up abruptly, striding towards the stage.

With every step, Wang Yue’s cock would slam hard against Wang Yaru’s cunt, fucking her so hard she could no longer speak, leaving her only to cling tightly to her brother with all four limbs, awaiting the arrival of her climax.

Unfortunately, the front row was too close to the stage; before Wang Yaru could be fucked to climax, Wang Yue had already carried her over to Xue Yan’s side.

By now, Xue Yan had recovered from her stunned state, yet her mind remained in turmoil; she even felt the urge to turn and flee.

Wang Yue, however, grabbed her by the arm, sat down right there on the stage, and let his younger sister straddle him to continue moving, whilst his hands roamed over her mother’s body.

“Yue’er, no, at least not here. Let’s find somewhere else, shall we?” Xue Yan pleaded.

“Why? Don’t you want my dad to see just how happy you are right now?” Wang Yue said, his hands moving in unison—one gripping Xue Yan’s mother’s large breast through her clothes, the other slipping directly beneath the hem of her long, wide skirt.

To his surprise, he discovered that Yán’s mother wasn’t wearing any knickers, and her crotch was already a wet mess. He chuckled, “Mum, you want this too, don’t you? Your cunt’s soaking wet.”

“Yuè’er, I’m begging you, let’s go somewhere else. You can do whatever you like, just not here. Please spare me this last shred of dignity, won’t you?” Xue Yán continued to plead.

Wang Yue hadn’t expected Xue Yan’s mother to react so strongly, and couldn’t help but ask, “Mum, what’s got into you? In the past, whenever we had sex and mentioned Dad, you’d get really excited. Why are you backing out now, right in front of him?”

“I feel terribly guilty towards him.” To persuade Wang Yue, Xue Yan recounted everything she had just felt.

“It seems Dad really does love you dearly.” ” Wang Yue nodded. Just as Xue Yan thought she had convinced him, he added, “But the more he loves you, the more he’d want you to be happy. That’s precisely why we should let him see with his own eyes just how happy you are right now.”

“He loved me so much, yet I only waited for him for three years, and then… I really feel I have no face to show him.” Xue Yan was on the verge of tears.

“Of course you can’t find another man, but I’m different.” Wang Yue continued with his twisted logic: “I’m Dad’s only son, the continuation of his bloodline. Now that he’s gone, it’s only natural that I should take his place and make you happy.”

Xue Yan seemed somewhat swayed; she didn’t object any further, but neither did she take the initiative as she had before. Clearly, she was still deeply conflicted and had simply decided to bury her head in the sand.

“All right, little sister, take a break for a moment. I’ll attend to Mum.” Wang Yue said, patting Wang Yaru’s little bum.

Wang Yaru was straddling her brother, her tight little cunt sliding up and down his thick cock rapidly. She was enjoying it so much that she naturally didn’t want to stop.

But she had always been an obedient child, and her mother’s current state seemed somewhat off—she clearly needed the comfort of her brother’s big cock even more. So she sat down hard a few more times, letting her brother’s thick cock thrust deep inside her to her heart’s content, before reluctantly standing up.

‘Pop!’ The massive head of his cock withdrew from her tender pussy with a soft, reluctant pop, bringing with it a gush of love juice.

Wang Yue immediately stood up, positioning Yán’s mother’s sensual, delicate body so that she was kneeling on the stage, facing ‘Dad’ in the audience. He then lifted the hem of her long skirt, knelt behind her, and cupped her snow-white, round buttocks with both hands. However, he did not rush to thrust his cock inside her; instead, he turned to Wang Yaru and said, “ ‘Little sister, come and help. Let Daddy see just how dutiful we are to Mum.’

‘Alright.’ Wang Yaru readily agreed, crouching down beside them. She reached out her small hand to grasp her brother’s thick cock, still glistening with her own juices, and guided the glans against their mother’s dripping, wet cunt.

Wang Yue immediately thrust his hips forward, the massive head of his cock slowly parting Xue Yan’s tender, slippery slit as he pushed in slowly yet forcefully.

“Mmm…” Overwhelmed by intense shyness and conflict, Xue Yan became even more sensitive; even Wang Yue’s most ordinary thrusts were enough to make her moan softly.

Xue Yan’s mother’s tight, wet pussy was the first one Wang Yue had ever been with; it was, of course, all too familiar to him. He moved forward with ease and confidence until he was buried deep inside her.

“Mum, does that feel good?” Wang Yue asked, savouring the sensation of his glans being tightly gripped by Xue Yan’s mother’s G-spot.

Under normal circumstances, Xue Yan would have been moaning and whimpering, urging Wang Yue to fuck her harder, but now she bit her lip, forcing herself not to make a sound, and refused to answer his question.

Wang Yue was in no hurry. He began to thrust rhythmically, pulling out until only half his glans remained inside Xue Yan’s mother’s wet pussy, then thrusting back in all the way, driving most of his glans deep into her womb.

Yet his pace was excruciatingly slow, taking five or six seconds for a single stroke.

Wang Yue’s cock was large enough and penetrated deep enough that, had she been a woman who’d never experienced him before, even this ultra-slow thrusting would have sent her into wave after wave of orgasms.

However, Xue Yan had long since grown accustomed to his massive cock, to the sensation of him thrusting into her womb with every stroke, and to his storm-like, relentless thrusting.

At this moment, such a slow pace left her feeling far from satisfied; on the contrary, it made her even more restless, and her plump white buttocks began to sway involuntarily from side to side.

Wang Yue, however, still refused to grant her release, continuing his slow thrusting whilst giving his younger sister a meaningful glance. He concentrated his inner energy to form a thread of sound and whispered a few words to her.

Wang Yaru nodded, walked over to her mother and sat down, spreading her legs and pulling her knickers to one side. Pointing at her own pink, tender little pussy, she said, “Mum, I’m feeling really uncomfortable too. Will you help me, please?”

This actually relieved Xue Yan of much of her embarrassment; at the very least, she didn’t have to look up and meet Wang Jing’s gaze.

So she immediately reached out a hand and touched

So she immediately reached out a hand and touched her daughter’s tender little pussy, gently caressing her clitoris, labia and the slit between them with her fingers.

“Mum, tell me about you and Dad back in the day,” Wang Yaru said, following her brother’s instructions whilst enjoying her mother’s caresses.

“There’s nothing to tell,” Xue Yan seemed somewhat reluctant; after all, she was currently being fucked by Wang Jing’s son with his big cock, so how could she possibly bring herself to talk about her relationship with Wang Jing?

“Mum, come on, just tell me a little bit,” Wang Yaru pleaded in a coy voice.

Unable to resist her daughter’s persistence, Xue Yan relented and said, “All right, what do you want to hear?”

“Just tell us how you and Dad met back then,” Wang Yaru said.

“It was at a dance. We…” Xue Yan began, recounting the story as she reminisced.

Telling the story of her past with Wang Jing whilst being fucked by his son gave Xue Yan a strange sensation—a mixture of shame and an indescribable excitement.

Wang Yue seemed to be listening intently too; unconsciously, he quickened the pace of his thrusts. Although it was still slow compared to before, it was at least much better than just a moment ago.

Xue Yan found herself growing increasingly aroused, and she grew more talkative; she answered practically every question her daughter asked, even touching on some intimate topics without the slightest hesitation.

After a while, Wang Yaru suddenly asked, “Mum, tell me about Dad’s endowment. Is his cock bigger than my brother’s?”

“Of course not. It’s at most half the size of your brother’s.” Xue Yan, now fully in the moment, didn’t find anything amiss with this.

“So do you think it feels better when Dad fucks you, or when my brother fucks you?” Wang Yaru asked immediately.

“Of course it’s your brother…” Xue Yan blurted it out, only realising what she’d said halfway through.

Wang Yaru gave a mischievous smile, suddenly darting to the side so that her mother’s gaze met her father’s in the audience once more. At the same time, she shouted, “Dad, did you hear that? Mum said your brother’s cock is bigger and fucks her more comfortably, so you don’t need to worry. Your brother will use his big cock to make Mum the happiest woman in the world from now on.”

Only then did Xue Yan realise she’d been tricked by these two little rascals, but the words were already out; it was too late for regrets.

Just then, Wang Yue suddenly stopped thrusting and pulled his cock out, merely rubbing the tip up and down against her tender slit, inserting no more than half the head and thrusting a few times at the shallowest point, whilst saying, “ “Mum, I want you to tell Dad yourself just how happy you are right now.”

Xue Yan lifted her head and gazed at Wang Jing’s ghostly image below the stage, her expression a complex mix of emotions, yet she remained silent.

Wang Yue continued to tease Mum Yan’s little slutty cunt with his cock, grinning as he said, “Mum, come on, say it! As soon as you say it, your son’s cock will slide right in and fuck you senseless! ”

Xue Yan was on the verge of being driven mad by the torment. Wang Yue’s earlier slow yet forceful thrusting had already fully ignited her lust. Now, as he rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy, although she felt some pleasure, it was like scratching through a shoe—not only did it fail to relieve the itch, but it made the unbearable tingling even more intense.

Consequently, she couldn’t hold out for much longer. Closing her eyes, she cried out loudly, as if to vent her frustration: “Brother Jing, don’t worry. My son is looking after me now; he’ll make me even happier!”

Snap!

The moment those words left her lips, it was as if a string had snapped inside Xue Yan’s mind; her state of mind underwent a dramatic shift.

Just then, Wang Yue thrust his cock deep into her cunt once more and began pumping vigorously.

Opening her eyes to look down at Wang Jing below, and feeling the pleasure of Wang Yue’s massive cock thrusting inside her, she no longer felt the shame she had before; instead, she was so aroused she could barely contain herself. Without waiting for Wang Yue to say anything, she spontaneously cried out: “ ‘Brother Jing, did you see that? My son is fucking me with his huge cock right now. His cock is so big, it feels so good. When I was with you before, I never knew fucking could feel this good. Brother Jing, I’m sorry I couldn’t stay faithful to you, and now I’ve been fucked by your own son. But I really couldn’t help myself—he’s making me feel so good. I want to stay with him for the rest of my life, be his woman, and let him fuck me every single day!”

Even Wang Yue hadn’t expected Yan’s mum to suddenly go so wild; he, too, was aroused to the extreme and immediately quickened his thrusts, his lower abdomen slapping against Yan’s mum’s snow-white, plump arse with a loud smacking sound.

“Oh… Ooh… You know how to fuck… …Big cock… Son… Mummy… Good… Ah… So good… I… I love… you… so much… My good boy… Hmm… Faster… Thrust harder… Hmm… Ah… Big cock… Big brother… Fucking… Fucking deep… Into… my womb… Mmm… Mmm… Harder… Yes… Mummy’s… little cunt… I’m… I’m getting… fucked by… my dear… big brother…’s… cock… Ah… ah… ah…” Xue Yan was being fucked to the point of ecstasy and couldn’t help but moan loudly, all the while continuing her dialogue with ‘Wang Jing’: ‘Brother Jing… thank you… ah… not only for your… love and care… over the years… but even more… ah… I’m even more grateful… for giving birth to… such a… son with a big cock… ah… ah… a son with a big cock who knows how to fuck… fucking me… to absolute ecstasy…”

Wang Yue was aroused even further by Yanyan’s mother’s lewd moans; his cock was being squeezed to sheer bliss by her constantly contracting little cunt, and he immediately began thrusting faster and harder.

At the same time, he hadn’t forgotten his little sister; he signalled for her to crawl under her mother, spread her legs and wait for him.

Just as Yan’s mother was on the verge of climax, Wang Yue ruthlessly pulled his cock out of her cunt, lowered himself and thrust it hard into his little sister’s tender cunt.

And so, right in front of ‘Dad’, Wang Yue thrust his cock back and forth between Yan’s mother and her younger sister’s pussies, sliding it into Yan’s mother’s mature, slutty cunt one moment, and into her younger sister’s innocent, tender pussy the next, making them moan with pleasure in turn until they were all nearly driven mad with ecstasy.

The thrill of fucking both mother and daughter, coupled with the added excitement of ‘Dad’ watching, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sent all three into a frenzy. Even though Wang Yue had been deliberately holding back, it took him only about twenty minutes before both mother and daughter climaxed almost simultaneously.

Wang Yue came right after them, making the most of his speed: first he shot a load into Yan’s mother’s cunt, then immediately pulled out and thrust into the younger sister’s tender cunt for another shot, before pulling out again and thrusting back into Yan’s mother’s slutty cunt…

He continued this rapid rotation, one shot at a time, savouring the distinct pleasures offered by the two pussies—one large, one small—until he had completely filled both their wombs and pussies with semen. Only then did he cease ejaculating, his body going limp as he slumped onto the stage.

The mother and daughter, having come down from their climax, clung to one another and collapsed together in front of Wang Yue; the orgasm had been so intense that it had drained every ounce of strength from their bodies.

It took Wang Yue a good minute to recover. He reached out ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and pulled the still limp mother and daughter into his arms, asking with a smile, “Mum, little sister, how did that feel?”

“You’re so naughty,” Xue Yan said, feigning indignation. “To treat us like this in front of your father.”

“Mum, you’ve got it all wrong. Big Brother isn’t humiliating us—he’s showing us affection,” Wang Yaru retorted. “Besides, you clearly enjoyed it too.”

“You little minx! Girls really are fickle—once they’ve got a lover, they forget their own mother,” Xue Yan’s mood seemed somewhat unstable at this point; she felt like snapping at everyone.

“He’s my brother, not a lover,” Wang Yaru laughed. “And even if I’m taking his side, that doesn’t mean I’m being ungrateful. After all, he’s your own good son, isn’t he?”

“What do you mean, a good son? Have you ever heard of a good son deliberately having sex with his mother right in front of his father?” Xue Yan said, exasperated. “He’s clearly a disobedient son!”

“It’s a bit inappropriate, but you can’t blame my brother,” Wang Yaru continued to defend Wang Yue. “It’s all because you’re so beautiful and sexy, Mum. Don’t just blame my brother—if I were a boy with a cock, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to resist wanting to fuck you either.”

“Then you’d be a disobedient son too,” Xue Yan said, still keeping a stern face, though the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, clearly struggling to keep a straight face.

“Mum, I don’t think you’re right. If I knew you needed it but refused to use my cock to show you filial piety, that would be a disobedient son.” Wang Yue interjected, “On the contrary, when you need it, immediately using my cock to make you feel comfortable—what else could that be but a dutiful, filial son?”

“You little rascal, what a twisted logic! Since you’re such a good boy, why don’t you use your big cock to show filial piety to your own mother?” Xue Yan retorted, but by the end of her sentence, she couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

In truth, once that mental barrier had completely snapped, she had let go entirely. Her earlier display of emotional instability had been entirely feigned; she’d intended to make Wang Yue nervous as a form of revenge for his teasing, but her daughter had ruined the plan.

Wang Yaru said, “Big brother, I think Mum’s right. You really should use your big cock to properly honour Su Mum.”

“Do you think I should honour Mum in this way too, Xiao Ru?” Wang Yue asked. Although, spurred on by his aunt and Wang Xin’er, he’d already made up his mind to have his way with his mum, he still felt a little uncertain deep down, so he wanted more support.

“Of course! Fucking you is the happiest thing in life. If you can use your big cock to bring Mum Su the greatest pleasure, that’s definitely the best way to show filial piety,” Wang Yaru said earnestly.

As the saying goes: ‘Children speak without reservation.’ This means that because children lack the complex thoughts and concerns of adults—unlike adults, who are bound by various rules, moral codes and ethical constraints—the words they utter are often the closest to the truth.

Although Wang Yaru was no longer a child, she was incredibly innocent, and her mindset was actually quite similar to that of a child.

With her support, Wang Yue’s resolve grew even stronger.

However, he still looked at Xue Yan’s mother, wanting to hear her opinion as well.

“Xiao Ru is quite right, but I hope you can be even kinder to your mum—ideally, you should make her fall in love with you,” Xue Yan said solemnly.

Wang Yue chuckled. “My mum loves me just fine as it is.”

“That is maternal love. Whilst it is the purest and most noble of emotions, I hope she might also come to feel romantic love for you,” Xue Yan sighed softly. “Although your mother is hailed as the most beautiful woman of all time, with every conceivable accolade bestowed upon her, she is not truly happy. She has never even tasted the flavour of love. I hope you can make up for that regret.” ”

“For my mum to develop romantic feelings for me?” Wang Yue furrowed his brow slightly. “Is that even possible?”

“Why wouldn’t it be? Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Xue Yan said, sounding as though she spoke from deep personal experience. “To put it simply, your sexual prowess alone is enough. Any woman who’s slept with you would find it hard not to fall in love with you.”

“That’s right, that’s right. Before, although I liked to stick to you, I always thought of you as a brother. But ever since I became your woman, I’ve fallen in love with you without even realising it,” Wang Yaru chimed in.

Wang Yue ruffled his little sister’s hair, then looked at Yanyan’s mother and smiled. “So, Yanyan’s mum, does that mean you’ve fallen in love with me too?”

“Yes. At first, I really did just want to treat you like a son and a lover—simply maintaining a relationship of affection and physical intimacy, without getting involved in romantic feelings. But I realised I simply couldn’t do it; before I knew it, your image had taken root in my heart.” Xue Yan admitted frankly, “Now, in my heart, you’re not just my son and my lover—you’re also my beloved.”

“So I’m wearing quite a few hats, am I?” Wang Yue suddenly grinned mischievously. “Well then, when we’re having sex, who do you see me as? Is it your lover, your beloved, or your son who’s making love to you?”

Xue Yan gave a coy smile. “All of them. I feel as though my lover, my beloved, and my son are all making love to me at the same time—that sensation excites me even more.”

“Doesn’t that mean I’ll be jealous of myself?” Wang Yue chuckled.

After spending a little more time in the company of the mother and daughter, Wang Yue finally left them to continue his search for his next target.

Stepping out of the studio, Wang Yue glanced at the time; it was just past ten o’clock. With only his aunt, his mother-in-law and his eldest cousin Wang Xin left to find, he had plenty of time to spare.

Nevertheless, he didn’t want to waste any time. He scoured the rest of the fourth floor as quickly as possible; finding no one there, he headed up to the fifth floor.

Compared to the four floors below, the fifth floor was much simpler: a large dining hall took centre stage, surrounded by kitchens and various vending machines.

At that moment, the vast dining hall was completely deserted, though the sound of voices drifted from a kitchen on the right.

Wang Yue walked over and pushed open the door. Inside, he saw Chen Rong and Wang Xin sitting at a workbench, busy with something whilst engaged in conversation.

At that moment, this gentle mother-daughter pair were both dressed in plain loungewear, each wearing a small apron, exuding an air that was both unassuming and warm.

If Wang Yue were to describe his impression of the pair at that moment, it would be a distinct ‘married woman’s charm’.

There was none of the allure of a mature woman, none of the fiery passion of a ‘big sister’ type, none of the sweet innocence of a young girl, nor the pure beauty of a ‘loli’; yet, like a gentle breeze and soft rain, they silently nourished a man’s heart.

Seeing them, even the raging fire of desire within Wang Yue’s heart had calmed considerably; though still intense, it held not a trace of savagery.

It was as if it had transformed from scalding hot water into a cup of clear tea—the warmth remained, yet it would no longer burn.

Wang Yue walked over and, quite naturally, wrapped his arms around his aunt’s slightly delicate frame from behind, asking, “What are you two up to?”

“Nothing much, just looking at some pastry recipes,” Chen Rong replied just as naturally, as if she and Wang Yue were a married couple of many years—no fiery passion, only a quiet warmth.

Wang Xin, however, blushed slightly. Sitting to one side, she had turned her head just in time to catch sight of her brother’s naked body and his large cock pressing against her mother’s back from behind.

Wang Yue lifted his aunt up, sat down on her chair, and reached out to pull down her loose, loose-fitting trousers and the knickers underneath. Then, cupping her snow-white, round buttocks with both hands, he aligned her beautiful butterfly pussy with his cock and slowly lowered himself onto her.

It must be said that his aunt’s body was truly very sensitive; Wang Yue had merely held her close and pressed his cock against her back, yet her pussy was already wet.

So this penetration, just like before, proceeded without the slightest hesitation. Lubricated by her juices, his cock slid smoothly all the way in, eventually pushing past her G-spot and into her womb.

Once he was fully embedded, Wang Yue did not rush to thrust. Instead, whilst savouring the blissful sensation of his aunt’s tight, slutty cunt enveloping his cock entirely, he remarked, “If you fancy some pastries, just go and fetch them from the storeroom. If there aren’t any left, we can always buy more or get someone to make them. Why bother making them yourself?”

Although this was by no means the first time, Chen Rong still felt ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a touch of embarrassment at being penetrated by Wang Yue in front of her daughter.

However, she did not object, merely replying with a faint blush on her pretty face, “We can’t be of much help with matters outside the home, so I thought I’d practise my cooking skills to look after your daily needs in the future.”

Wang Yue was at a loss for words. He thought to himself: ‘You’re both Tianyuan Realm powerhouses, after all, and in the not-too-distant future, you’ll enter the Guizhen Realm, or even higher.

By then, a mere stamp of your foot would send the whole of Jinling trembling.

With such power, yet they aspire to be housewives? Isn’t that a bit of a waste of talent?

However, he also knew that, given his aunt and eldest cousin’s personalities, never mind the Guizhen Realm—even if they were to one day become great figures of the Chaotuo Realm—he couldn’t expect them to handle external affairs. At most, they’d provide some military support when needed.

So regarding their choice…

Although it was by no means the first time, Chen Rong still felt a little shy about being taken by Wang Yue in front of her daughter.

However, she did not object; she merely said, her pretty face flushing slightly, ‘We can’t be of much help with matters outside the home, so I thought I’d practise my cooking skills to look after your daily needs in the future.’

Wang Yue was at a loss for words. He thought to himself: ‘You’re both Tianyuan Realm powerhouses, after all, and in the not-too-distant future, you’ll enter the Guizhen Realm, or even higher.

By then, a mere stamp of your foot would send the whole of Jinling trembling.

With such power, yet you’re determined to be a housewife? Isn’t that a bit of a waste of talent?’

However, he also knew that, given his aunt and eldest cousin’s personalities, never mind the Guizhen Realm—even if they were to one day become great powers of the Chaotuo Realm—one couldn’t expect them to handle external affairs. At most, they’d provide some military support when needed.

So Wang Yue didn’t object to their choice; at the very least, it was far better than them feeling utterly useless and incapable of doing anything.