Chapter 60: The Whole Group's Wild Orgy 4
"Alright then, go ahead and research it properly. Make me more nourishing food from now on," Wang Yue said with a laugh. "After all, food is the best medicine."
"You still need nourishment?" Chen Rong felt utterly speechless as she sensed Wang Yue's iron-hard big dick buried deep in her pussy.
"Nourishment isn't just for boosting stamina—your body needs it too," Wang Yue replied. "I want to grow taller faster. It might help."
"Fine, but why are you in such a rush to get taller?" Chen Rong agreed, though she couldn't help asking.
Wang Xin perked up her ears nearby. Not only did her personality mirror her mother's, but she'd inherited that insatiable curiosity too.
"It's all because of my little aunt. She keeps teasing me about being short," Wang Yue grumbled. "And her legs are already so long, but sometimes she even wears high heels on purpose, making me fuck her from behind while standing."
Wang Xin's mind instantly conjured the image: the tall, long-legged Su Mengqing in sky-high stilettos, wiggling her sexy ass seductively, while Wang Yue jumped frantically behind her, sweating buckets, managing only to slip his dick in a little before it slid out again.
The ridiculous scene made Wang Xin burst out laughing with a pfft.
But Chen Rong said, "That's just your aunt teasing you. I bet she actually prefers your current height—it lets her clearly feel like it's her little nephew fucking her, not some grown man. That excites her even more."
"What about you, Aunt? Do you prefer me fucking you as a real man, or as your little nephew?" Wang Yue asked with a grin, his hands growing restless. He cupped Chen Rong's round, perky ass and rhythmically lifted and dropped her, thrusting his big dick in and out of her saucy pussy.
Chen Rong melted under the pounding, moaning, "As long as it's you, Aunt loves it."
"Which one more?" Wang Yue pressed, unwilling to let it go.
"I like you just like this," Chen Rong admitted, growing wetter and hornier. She started twisting her ass proactively, matching his thrusts, making his straight-in-straight-out dick snake around inside her pussy for even more pleasure. "Maybe your aunt and I both have a thing for pretty boys... and you're my husband's own nephew. It gives me that delicious thrill of taboo."
"What about you, Sis?" Wang Yue turned to Wang Xin. "Do you like me fucking you as your brother, or treating me like your husband?"
Wang Xin hadn't been with Wang Yue as long as her mother, so she was even shyer. His blunt question turned her pretty face beet red.
But she answered, "I don't know... but when you're... fucking me, thinking of you as the little brother I watched grow up makes me feel so safe, so incredibly happy."
Wang Yue knew women like Chen Rong and Wang Xin craved nothing more than "safety" above all. A warm, happy life was their ultimate goal.
So her words made the answer clear: like her mother, she preferred their sibling bond.
And that was the best way. Love could sour, but family ties rarely did.
Adding passion to family? Perfect.
Since his aunt and sister both loved this cozy, gentle vibe, Wang Yue happily obliged.
His dick stayed stuffed in this tender mother-daughter pair's pussies, thrusting steadily but never too wildly.
Over an hour later, he finally sent them both crashing into orgasm.
By now, it was nearing 11:30 a.m., leaving him just over half an hour.
Good thing only his little aunt remained for the challenge—not too tight on time.
But after scouring the entire yacht—even scanning with his spiritual sense—Wang Yue found no trace of her.
He figured she must have some special "punishment" in mind, maybe a kinky game with all the women.
Then a distant rumble echoed—true qi churning the water's surface.
Pirates? Or water beasts?
Wang Yue's heart skipped. He shot toward the sound.
What he saw made him chuckle ruefully: miles out on the river, Su Mengqing in her black combat suit stood on the water atop a two-foot-square plank, "fiercely" battling a swarm of water beasts.
Nothing odd there—water beasts ruled these waves.
But the strongest was just an early Heavenly Origin mutant Yangtze knife fish.
With her Return to Truth cultivation, she could've wiped them out in three moves.
Puzzled by her game, Wang Yue leaped into the river, skimming the surface to her side. "Little Aunt, what are you playing at?"
Su Mengqing balanced steadily on her plank. Spotting him, she waved the fish monsters back, spun, and hugged him. "Yue'er, protect me."
"What are you playing at?" Wang Yue asked helplessly again, but he wrapped one arm around her slim waist and repelled the charging beasts with the other.
Repelled, not killed. He knew she had a reason—and even if it was just for fun, he'd play along.
Besides respect as her nephew and passion as her man, he felt a spoiling indulgence toward her. Maybe it was her birdlike clinginess deep down.
Su Mengqing hugged him back, cooing softly, "Yue'er, do you know when I fell for you?"
"Of course," Wang Yue grinned. "From the day I was born. You've always doted on me."
"Not that," she pouted playfully. "Don't play dumb!"
"Oh, right—probably after our first dual cultivation," he said smugly. "Yanyan Mom just said no woman can resist my skills once she tries them. You too, right?"
"True, your big dick conquered me—I decided to follow you no matter what." Su Mengqing nodded, then shook her head. "But that's not when I fell in love."
"Then when?"
"The moment you dropped from the sky and saved me from that Heavenly Origin beast's jaws." Her eyes went dreamy. "I thought I was done for. Then you appeared like a god descending, shielding me. That's when I knew I was lost."
"You didn't even know it was me," Wang Yue grumbled. "What if another guy had saved you?"
"Who knows? But no 'what ifs' in this world." Su Mengqing smiled. "You're already my favorite nephew. That day made me love you in a whole new way. Both loves are yours—happy now?"
"Ecstatic," Wang Yue said, his petty jealousy vanishing.
No point in hypotheticals. His possessiveness wasn't a flaw—but eating imaginary vinegar? That'd be twisted.
He grinned. "I'm not slacking either. You're my beloved little aunt and my cherished woman. I've given you both loves too."
"The aunt part's enough for me. You're one of many women, but I'm your one-and-only aunt." She cooed seductively. "Good nephew, Little Aunt wants it. Fuck your unique little aunt, okay?"
"Hell yeah." Wang Yue agreed eagerly. "But it's hard to get leverage here. Let's head back to the yacht."
"No—right here!" Su Mengqing insisted. "When you stood before me, blocking that beast, you were my god. I want my god's favor!"
Now he got it—she'd lured these beasts to relive that moment.
He traced his fingertip along her crotch, slicing her combat suit open, exposing her dripping white tiger bun pussy to the air.
Su Mengqing hopped cooperatively, wrapping her long legs around his waist. With a wiggle and thrust, she swallowed her nephew's big dick into her pussy.
The tight, narrow, juicy grip of her saucy pussy ignited Wang Yue's lust. He roared dramatically, "You damn monsters, daring to hurt my little aunt—I'll slaughter you all!"
His cheesy, cringey line thrilled her anyway.
In her haze, she was back there—only now, instead of being wounded and held by Hong Ling's crew, she clung to her god, his dick deep inside her.
Amid the booms of his "battle," her heart surged with affection. Her body followed, big ass pistoning wildly, making his big dick ravage her saucy pussy.
Wang Yue was strong—Transcendence level—but not true flight yet. Holding her, he couldn't tread water long.
Her plank provided buoyancy, buying time.
He matched her rhythm, pounding her fiery pussy ferociously while gently fending off beasts. Too hard, and he'd end them in one hit.
Even lightly, the weaklings dropped fast. In under a minute, all but a two-meter-wide Earth Palace giant turtle were dead—including the knife fish.
Wang Yue scooped up his aunt's lithe, sexy body, leaped to the turtle's back, sealed it with true qi to prevent diving, then laid her down. He slung her long legs over his shoulders, relentlessly hammering her saucy pussy.
Less than a minute in, but her emotional high amplified everything. Under his brutal fucking, she wailed, "Good hubby... big dick... dear nephew... you're so good... at fucking pussy... fuck Little Aunt... so good... your... big dick... is amazing... gonna... smash... Little Aunt's... saucy pussy... ah... harder... fuck Little Aunt... to death... fuck me dead!"
Her fat ass bucked up fiercely, taking him deeper.
Already fired up, her filthy talk drove him wild. His big dick hammered like it wanted to impale her. He ripped her suit in half, yanked it off, and mauled her huge tits.
His savage frenzy felt like rape, not lovemaking with his beloved aunt.
But she loved it—craved it—screaming louder under the double assault.
In that frenzy, she lasted barely over a minute more before shrieking into orgasm.
Though under three minutes total, her climax hit like a storm—rivaling the half-hour tease earlier, fueled by emotion.
Her pussy clenched so tight he exploded too, flooding her womb with thick cum.
Post-orgasm, they clung, panting, recovering.
With time before noon, Wang Yue lounged leisurely on the turtle's back instead of rushing back.
Su Mengqing nestled in his arms, stroking his eternally hard big dick. "Yue'er, Little Aunt loves you more every day."
"Me, or it?" He thrust up playfully, grinning.
"You and it. Without it, even if I loved you, I wouldn't risk scandal for this. Without you—even if another guy had a bigger dick—I wouldn't want him." She gazed fondly. "Heaven blessed me: my perfect nephew with this irresistible big dick. I'm doomed to bliss."
Her unique confession melted him. "Little Aunt, don't worry—you'll only be happier from here. Never less."
"This is perfect. Can't imagine better." She felt like the world's happiest woman—loved, satisfied body and soul by her powerhouse man.
The only flaw? He had other women. But even if he ditched them for her alone, she'd refuse.
Leaving him? She'd die. Others felt the same.
Plus, he was too potent. Without sharing, she'd be fucked to death—or he'd burst. Neither appealed.
And more sisters? Lively fun. She couldn't fathom why noble wives fought over shared husbands.
Naive, really. Few men matched him—one woman daily was a win; rest days common. No even sharing meant fights.
Crucially, none carried his kids yet. Babies would shatter harmony—selfish instincts for one's child.
Anyway, Wang Yue smirked at her doubt. "Plenty ways. Like learning new tricks to fuck you even better."
"If only I recovered like you." She sighed enviously. "We'd never part—eating, sleeping, cultivating... your dick always in my pussy, fucking a hundred, hundred-eighty times a day."
Wang Yue laughed. "Greedy aunt." But his mind raced—great idea. One woman couldn't handle it, but his harem? Dick marinated 24/7 in different pussies? Paradise!
"You fuck me too good." Her breath quickened. "Good boy, Little Aunt wants more. Fuck me again?"
He refused, shaking his head with a grin. "Time's up soon. Delay, and you all forfeit me the win. We've got time—I'll show you 'beauty suffers for her pussy.'"
Su Mengqing giggled. "Your mom's the world's most beautiful. Dying to make her pussy suffer?"
"Teasing me again? I'll fuck you dead later!" he growled playfully.
"Come on, try it—fuck me dead now if you can." She laughed lewdly.
They rose, skimming back to the yacht. Wang Yue grabbed the two-meter Heavenly Origin knife fish too.
Pre-revival, top delicacy. Post? Ultimate gourmet.
The turtle? Bed-worthy, but he killed it. Beasts and humans were enemies—mercy to beasts was cruelty to kin. An Earth Palace beast could devastate normals or low-rankers.
Back aboard, Wang Yue headed to the fifth deck; Su Mengqing to her cabin. Her suit was shredded—time to dress before the group gathered. Unlike shameless naked Wang Yue.
He set the fish down, raided the pantry, piling junk food—cakes, fries, sauces—on the central dining table.
Noon struck; the eleven beauties arrived.
Seeing naked Wang Yue, they blushed. Alone, fine—but all together facing his nudity? Awkward restraint.
"My beauties, lunch is served. Sit," Wang Yue called cheerily.
"Bro, what is this crap? All junk food?" Wang Xin'er griped at the spread.
Fair—creamy cakes, fries: low nutrition, meh taste, plus sauces.
"Just dessert with a twist," Wang Yue winked mysteriously. "Main course here."
He dragged the massive knife fish beside the table, distributing empty plates.
"Time to show my knife skills!" Out came Cold Moon Blade, qi-cleaned, then a whirlwind blur.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh~
Two-inch squares, coin-thick white fish fillets flew from the beast, landing neatly on plates—infused with qi, perfectly grilled mid-air.
Grilled knife fish? Wasteful. This Heavenly Origin supreme could buy three yachts—priceless.
Wang Yue didn't care. Families had cash; yacht rental was convenience—no sea ops.
And pleasing his women? Worth ten times the price.
Proof: top ingredients needed no chef.
Wang Xin'er chopsticked a slice, sauced it, popped it in. Eyes crescented: "So good! Fragrant, tender, melts in your mouth—divine!"
The rest dove in, instantly conquered.
Rich as Jinling's three families were, rarities like this weren't buyable. They shunned luxury anyway—no bidding wars.
First taste for all.
Inspired, untasted Wang Yue paused. "Gimme a slice."
Nearby Wang Shanshan fed him one, sauced.
"Fragrant, tender, soft, slick." He praised aptly: "Feels just like your little pussy lips."
Giggles and scolds erupted. They exchanged glances, blushing, heads down.
Yep—confirmed: all licked by him.
Shy or not, yumminess won. They ate on.
One taste for him; then he piled their plates high.
Fish huge—barely a tenth gone.
He halved it, qi-sealed, stored—space ring near full.
Needed bigger—or multiples. Promised aunt one; fairness mattered. Favoritism bred resentment.
Young, but a natural playboy—instinctively mindful.
Fish too good; they stuffed till full, plates with leftovers.
Wang Yue grinned at dropped chopsticks. "Beauties, lunch done—time to honor the bet?"
"Sure, what now?" Su Mengqing spoke for all.
"First: strip like me." He leered. "We're true family—no barriers."
"Eh?!" Gasps. First demand: mass nudity? Embarrassing with each other and him watching!
Wang Qianqian didn't care—ripped hers off, baring her petite, budding body boldly. "Like this, Daddy?"
"Perfect, Qianqian's the best. Reward time." He pulled her close, kissed her little mouth, patted her tiny ass encouragingly.
"Heehee..." She beamed triumphantly at the others, toy-gloating.
Her lead helped, but hesitation lingered—too shameful.
Wang Yue subtly released true qi control. Post-pure yang discovery, he restrained it usually—preferred teasing over qi-induced lust.
Qi like aphrodisiac: quick, but less fun. Only for special times.
This qualified.
His overflowing qi—hard to contain from rapid gains—wafted out, subtly stoking their desires unnoticed.
Horniness emboldens all.
Su Mengqing moved first, humming, "Fine, strip. You've seen it all."
She shed everything but black stockings—worn to tempt him.
"Wow!" Wang Yue and the women gawked.
Confident in their looks, but Su Mengqing outshone: athletic-long build, huge perky tits, wasp waist, plump round ass, endless legs—all flawless.
Those thigh-high stockings? Sinfully sexy.
Her puffy bun pussy? Overlooked by them—only he knew its magic.
Her lead plus arousal broke the dam. They stripped.
His qi mild—not brain-melting. Most coyly covered tits and crotch.
That peekaboo tease? Equally hot.
Wang Yue sat, eyes glazing at eleven unique, tempting bodies. Seen them before—but all at once? First time. Salivating, dick throbbing to burst, dying to pile-drive them round-robin.
For the show, he held back. "Great. Now, I'll play lord. Haven't eaten—feed me, all of you."
Relief. Just feeding? Easy after nudity fear.
But Wang Yue added, "Your way—just maximize seduction. Worst performer? I fuck her first, in front of everyone!"
Shocks. Fucked by him? Dream. Publicly...?
Nudity mortified already. Watched fucking? Die of shame.
Resolve: perform flawlessly. Shyer ones burned to shine—avoid first public pounding.
"Me!" Wang Qianqian again. She sauced a slice, ate it, leaned in, kissed him—feeding mouth-to-mouth.
He tongued the meat over, savored her tongue and lips, released. "Good job."
Her lead sparked; next, Xue Yan—not Su Mengqing.
She sauced a slice, stuck it on a snowy, perky tit—covering nipple with sauce glue. Repeated for the other. Approaching, she cooed seductively, "Come, good son—Mommy's feeding you milk."
He buried his face, sucking left tit: meat, sauce licked clean, then hardened nipple nursed. Switched sides.
He burned hotter; Xue Yan panted, pussy dripping.
Missing second, Su Mengqing snagged third—creative. No fish: scooped cream, turned back to him.
Smeared it on her plump ass cheeks—and bun pussy.
"Not just meat—dessert too." She glanced back lewdly.
Her full-moon ass swayed; he growled low, head up, tongue lashing her sexy cheeks.
"So ticklish—gentle!" She giggled, wriggling—prompting him to grab, face-planting deep.
As he devoured her ass, Wang Xin'er scooped cream, approached seated Wang Yue. No body-smear: "I want dessert too."
She slathered his upright big dick white, knelt, licked it clean.
"Me too!" Wang Shanshan copied: creamed his nipples, sucked and licked.
Aunt's ass, sister's and niece's service—Wang Yue near ecstasy.
Licking her cheeks spotless, he dove central: tongue delving her bun pussy's cream. Sweet cream mixed salty pussy juice—odd, addictive flavor he adored.
Cleaned, he guzzled her flowing nectar before releasing.
Su Mengqing's legs wobbled.
Public pussy-licking? Humiliating and thrilling. Longer, and she'd mount him shamelessly for a good fuck.