The Bully Cousin Sister
Compared to the Wang and Su families, the Chen family—the strongest of Jinling's three great families—had an even sparser population these days.
Besides Ling Xueyan and her daughters, there were only three others: Shen Siying, the pillar of the Chen family and Chen Xi's grandmother; Wang Yuqi, Chen Xi's aunt and Wang Yue's little aunt; and Wang Yuqi's daughter, Chen Yao.
By the time Wang Yue and the others arrived, the rest of the Chen family was already waiting for them.
Having just heard his little aunt recount the legends of his fiancée's grandmother, Wang Yue made a point of observing Shen Siying closely.
But no matter how he looked at her, the Chen family's pillar seemed utterly ordinary.
Of course, this "ordinary" had nothing to do with her appearance. None of the women from the three great families were anything less than stunning earthly beauties, and Shen Siying matched Ling Xueyan in both looks and figure.
What Wang Yue meant by ordinary was her temperament. She seemed no different from his own grandmother Liu Ruoshi—though not quite as stern—and came across more like a gentle neighborhood auntie.
Who could have imagined that this neighborly auntie figure was actually Jinling's top expert, a super powerhouse at the seventh layer of the Return to Truth Realm?
She hid it too well.
"Yue'er, you're here. How was the sea trip?" Shen Siying asked with a warm smile.
"Hello, Grandma Shen," Wang Yue greeted respectfully first, then said, "The ocean was a blast, and by a stroke of luck, I got my hands on some good stuff. Grandma asked me to bring some over."
With that, he pulled out portions of the pre-packaged fish meat from his spatial ring and handed them over.
"Mutated Yangtze knife fish... It's been ages since I last had this." Shen Siying took the bag, a flicker of nostalgia in her eyes. It reminded her of when her parents were still alive—her uncle had secretly sent them some top-tier delicacies back then, including this very fish.
"Just a little something," Wang Yue said with a grin, then turned to the woman beside her. "Little Aunt."
"Hmph!" Wang Yuqi looked strikingly similar to her older sister Wang Yuyao—about eighty percent alike—but unlike her sister's warmth toward her nephew, she let out a petulant huff and turned her head away.
Wang Yue was long used to his little aunt's ways. He smiled wryly and asked, "Little Aunt, what did I do to offend you this time?"
"Mom's mad that you have such a great cultivation method but won't share it with her aunt," Chen Yao explained from the side.
Wang Yuqi immediately shot back at her daughter, "Nonsense! I don't want it anyway!"
Wang Yue could only shake his head with a bitter smile. His little aunt was the youngest of his father's generation and had been spoiled by the entire family. Yet, she hadn't developed the haughty temperament typical of a wealthy young miss; instead, she had ended up with a tsundere personality much like Chen Fei's.
How tsundere? Take her daughter's name, for instance. With so many characters to choose from, she'd deliberately picked one matching her sister's.
It was obviously because the sisters were so close that she'd named her daughter after her, but Wang Yuqi was stubbornly insistent that she'd done it to one-up her older sister.
Speaking of Chen Fei, Wang Yue turned to the little loli standing nearby and waved. "Hey, Crybaby Chen."
"I told you, I'm not Crybaby Chen!" Chen Fei exploded, lunging at him like a feral kitten, claws out.
Chen Yao grabbed Chen Fei by the scruff of her neck, hoisting her up like a kitten, and snapped, "Enough, quit it!"
Chen Xi complained to Wang Yue, "Can't you stop bullying little Fei all the time?"
"As you wish, my wife," Wang Yue teased with a laugh.
Chen Xi's pretty face flushed crimson. She pouted. "Quit calling me that, you perv."
Chen Chen chuckled. "It is true, though. What's there to be shy about between you two lovebirds?"
"It's not you she's calling wife," Chen Xi shot back grumpily.
"I wish it were. If you've got the guts, hand him over—I'd happily take him," Chen Chen giggled.
Chen Xi blinked in surprise. Why was her sister joking like that?
Wang Yue inwardly facepalmed. His big sis-in-law was getting bolder by the day. Did women really turn silly in love?
Shen Siying finally snapped out of her reminiscing. "Enough standing around outside. Come inside and sit."
The group of eight entered the living room. After seating Wang Yue, Shen Siying personally took the ingredients he'd brought to the kitchen, planning to have the chef prepare them—a move that hardly fit Jinling's top expert.
The other six women chatted with Wang Yue in the living room for a bit when Chen Yao suddenly stood and said to him, "Little Yue, come with me. I need to talk to you."
The two left the living room and found a secluded spot. Chen Yao whirled around, grabbing Wang Yue's collar and snarling, "You little punk—why aren't you sharing that great cultivation method with us?!"
"I can't make that call. It's a family decision," Wang Yue said wryly. He was used to this cousin, too.
Though Chen Yao was only eighteen, her "infamy" had long spread through the three great families.
She was closest with Wang Yue among her peers but far more domineering than even Wang Yue (female), a total bully. Wang Yue had grown up under her "torment."
Before age twelve, he couldn't count how many times this three-years-older sister had thrashed him. It wasn't until that incident three years ago that her personality mellowed—a bit.
Of course, that was only internally. Outwardly, she was a shield for her siblings and cousins. Anyone who raised their voice at them got a beatdown from Chen Yao.
In short: Only I can bully my little siblings. Anyone else who touches them gets wrecked!
"Family decision? With so few people left in the three families combined, why stick to that crap?" Chen Yao pouted, clearly displeased.
"No choice—it's the unspoken rule among major powers," Wang Yue replied. "Unless we're strong enough to ignore it, we have to play along."
"Then get stronger already," Chen Yao said. "I heard you're already at Return to Truth Realm. Won't be long before you're a Mortal Shedding or Transcendence Realm powerhouse. Then no one can boss us around."
"Of course. But aren't you afraid that once I'm stronger, you won't be able to bully me anymore?" Wang Yue grinned.
"No matter how strong you get, you're still my little brother. If I wanna beat you, I will!" Chen Yao planted her hands on her hips, glaring fiercely. "Wanna test me? I'll thrash you right now!"
"Bring it! Think I'm scared?" Wang Yue shot back defiantly, beckoning her with a finger.
"You little shit, wings gotten sturdy, huh? I'll fix you!" Chen Yao charged with a shout, wrapping her arms around his waist to flip him over.
Wang Yue dropped into a stable horse stance. As her momentum faded, he countered, hugging her waist, tripping her foot, and shoving—sending her tumbling to the grass with him on top. "Heh, I've grown up. Can't bully me like when we were kids anymore, huh?"
Though pinned, Chen Yao wasn't done. She rolled them over in a flash, straddling his waist and demanding from above, "Give up yet?"
"Hell no!" Wang Yue roared, flipping her again and pouncing back on top.
The cousins rolled across the grass in a playful brawl—sealing away all true qi and martial power for this primal tussle.
A fifteen-year-old boy and an eighteen-year-old girl: Wang Yue had the edge in raw strength from his gender, but Chen Yao's experience evened it out.
They were deadlocked, clothes and hair soon littered with grass clippings from the constant rolling.
The next time Wang Yue pinned her, Chen Yao yelped in shock, freezing.
His hands had landed squarely on her chest—one per breast.
Wang Yue "froze" too, forgetting to let go.
Of course, it was all an act. After all that rolling together, he'd been dying to cop a feel. This "accident" was his chance.
The shock was half-real, though. At eighteen, his cousin's tits were impressively developed—C-cups at least: soft, bouncy, with that firm virgin core. Heavenly handfeel.
Most girls would blush and panic—or burst into tears.
But Chen Yao? The three families' young tyrant? No dainty damsel here.
Her face burned red, but she flipped him off her in an instant, straddling his waist again. Fists flying, she raged, "You perv punk! Grabbing my boobs? I'll kill you!"
Wang Yue shielded his handsome face, pleading, "Sis, my bad! It was an accident—spare me!"
She bought it—her cousin couldn't be that sleazy. Plus, sitting on his crotch, she felt no telltale hardness. After a flurry of light punches, her anger faded.
She had no idea her "nice" cousin's dick was throbbing painfully, restrained by his special underwear.
Her conquest lust unsated, she stayed atop him, glaring. "Give up now?"
"I give! I give!" Wang Yue surrendered quickly.
"Good. Next time you bare your teeth, you're done." Chen Yao huffed in satisfaction and finally got off.
Wang Yue scrambled up, then leaned in mysteriously. "Sis, I found two secrets."
"What secrets?" Chen Yao asked curiously.
"Your tits." Wang Yue glanced at her chest appreciatively. "Amazing handfeel."
He bolted laughing.
"You little bastard, stop right there!" Chen Yao chased, red-faced and furious—but couldn't catch him before they reached the living room.
Seeing them dash in covered in grass, Wang Yuqi and Chen Xi exchanged knowing smiles. Everyone was used to the cousins' roughhousing.
Chen Fei stuck her tongue out at Wang Yue, gloating. "Wang Burp, got beat again, huh?"
Ling Xueyan and Chen Chen knew better—this punk had definitely pulled something shady. Chen Yao's blush gave it away. Just how far had they gone?
Chen Yao had pulled Wang Yue aside to avoid showing her bully side in front of family—lest Grandma scold her.
Back in the living room, she couldn't hassle him anymore. She just glared and went to pick grass off herself.
Wang Yue simply shook off his true qi—spotless in seconds.
Self-cleaning the body was an Earth Palace Realm perk; clothes too required Heavenly Origin Realm.
Chen Yao had heard rumors of Wang Yue's Return to Truth Realm cultivation, but seeing it firsthand hit different.
Her little cousin—the one she'd always bullied—was now a distant powerhouse.
Something shifted in her heart: He's still so good to me. Even as an untouchable expert, he plays around like old times, letting me "bully" him.
Powerhouses had fatal appeal to women—especially dominant ones craving a stronger man.
Maybe it was that innate desire to be conquered.
Wang Yue fit perfectly: mighty yet gentle, even more captivating than raw power.
For the first time in eighteen years, Chen Yao felt a flutter for the opposite sex.
Even if it was her own cousin—emotions didn't care about taboos once ignited.
As she tidied her hair and clothes, she replayed the tussle—especially the boob grab.
Shame had blinded her then, but now? That tingly, electric buzz felt... nice.
Deep down, she craved another touch.
And he'd complimented the feel—he wanted to, too.
Lost in thought, Chen Yao zoned out.
By the time she'd cleaned up, Shen Siying returned. "Yue'er, I just spoke with your grandmother. She's fine with you sharing your cultivation method with the Chen family. Lunch isn't ready yet—why not try it out now?"
"Sure." Wang Yue had no objection. He taught them the Dual Cultivation Technique and tested it one by one.
No surprises—except a small one. Chen Yao, who rolled around with him shamelessly, blushed faintly just holding palms with him.
Only Wang Yue, Ling Xueyan, and Chen Chen noticed.
The mother-daughter duo sighed inwardly: Chen Xi's man—meant only for her—was already poached by mom and sis. Now cousin Chen Yao wanted in too.
But with so many women around him already, they were numb. No real objection to Chen Yao joining.
"What rotten luck—no one succeeded," Chen Yao grumbled. Tough as she was—not as thick-skinned as aunt Wang Yuyao or cousin Su Jiaojiao—she'd adjusted quickly. The flutter remained, minus the blush.
Wang Yuqi asked Ling Xueyan, "Sister-in-law, how many tries for you and Chen Chen?"
"Chen Chen got it first try. Took me a few," Ling Xueyan laughed. "Don't rush—try a few more times with Yue'er, and it'll click."
"I'm not rushing. I can cultivate fine on my own," Wang Yuqi huffed stubbornly.
Shen Siying smiled. "No rush—plenty of time. Lunch should be ready. Let's head to the dining room."
They said sons-in-law felt like ants on a hot pan at their wives' homes, desperate to flee.
Past-life Wang Yue might have.
But now? Jinling's three families were home. These women, his closest kin.
Reborn longing had etched them into his soul—they were part of him.
No awkwardness, no distance.
Aside from Shen Siying, it was the Chen women's first taste of such gourmet fare. With Wang Yue there, the mood was lively—they ate heartily.
Post-lunch, Ling Xueyan and Chen Chen headed back to Chen Enterprises—"company matters," they claimed. Truth: recover from Wang Yue's morning "workout." True qi couldn't erase that fatigue.
Wang Yue stayed, dragging Chen Xi to the back garden.
He felt guilty toward her—couldn't abandon other women for her, but he'd make time.
Hand in hand, they strolled the pavilions wordlessly—silence speaking volumes.
Childhood sweethearts, destined from birth. Not yet intimate, but their bond felt "old married couple." A glance said it all.
They sat under a tree. Chen Xi asked suddenly, "How's it going with Chu Mo?"
Wang Yue blinked, unsure. "You know I was at sea. Just got back yesterday—haven't seen her."
"Not even a call while you were out?"
He nodded, guilty. Too busy harem-frolicking for calls.
Not a great boyfriend.
Chen Xi eyed him. "If you're pursuing Chu Mo, treat her right. Don't be a hit-it-and-quit-it jerk."
Wang Yue paused. "Why stick up for her? Unless..."
"Unless my ass!" Chen Xi snapped, then sighed. "But between playboy and deadbeat, I'd take playboy. If not for our betrothal, I'd ignore you."
He knew the tsundere act. Pulling her close: "Little Xi, same as always: this life, next life, forever—I'll love you always."
No chance for reply—he claimed her lips.
Her flicker of mood vanished. Arms around his neck, she kissed back fiercely.
Wang Yue kissed her sweet mouth, hands roaming—it was time his official fiancée became a real woman.
He was a pro now; she loved him, welcoming his touch. Soon she was flushed, melting, breaths ragged.
As he moved further—a twitch in his ear. He flicked a fallen leaf.
"Ow!" A yelp from afar.
Chen Xi startled from the kiss, turning toward the sound.
Twenty meters away, in bushes: Chen Fei clutching her forehead, glaring at Wang Yue.
Caught kissing by her sister—Chen Xi blushed, annoyed. "Little Fei, what're you doing there?"
"I... I was just passing by! Not peeking!" Chen Fei stomped over, glaring at Wang Yue. "Wang Burp, you jerk—why'd you hit me?!"
Wang Yue and Chen Xi shared wry smiles. Subtle as a brick.
"Just tossing trash. Who knew you'd be lurking?" Wang Yue rolled his eyes.
"Second Sis, look—he's bullying me!" Chen Fei plopped beside Chen Xi, hugging her arm and showing the "injury."
"Can you two not bicker on sight?" Chen Xi sighed helplessly. Seeing the red bump, she softened. "Wang Yue, why so rough?"
Rough? He'd calibrated perfectly—a mere forehead flick. No way it'd swell. The brat faked it for sympathy.
But no point calling her out. He pressed her forehead, chuckling. "Alright, won't happen again."
His touch flushed Chen Fei's cheeks. She jerked back. "W-what? Trying to grope me?!"
"Healing you. What 'cheap thrills' from a kid like you?"
"You... I'll get Yao Sis to beat you!" Lacking clout from big sis, she invoked the bully cousin.
"Enough, both of you!" Chen Xi stopped them, asking Wang Yue, "Busy this afternoon?"
"Just you," he grinned.
Chen Xi beamed sweetly. "Let's go out then. Staying home's boring."
"Yay, me too!" Chen Fei clapped.
"Tagalong," Wang Yue scoffed. He'd planned to claim Chen Xi today—ruined.
"I'm going with Sis, not you. Don't come if you hate it."
Used to their dynamic, Chen Xi led the way out.
Wang Yue and Chen Fei followed, exchanging glares: Tagalong!
In the garage, they piled into Wang Yue's hovercar. He started it. "Little Xi, where to?"
"Amusement park!" Chen Fei blurted. Kid body, kid heart.
Chen Xi just wanted time with Wang Yue—no preference. "Sure, amusement park."
He hated those places but wouldn't deny her. Off they went from Chen Family Manor.
Wang Yue drove, listening to the sisters chatter. His restless heart calmed; even his persistent hard-on softened.
Life had beauties beyond sex: this innocent sisterly vibe infected him.
Modern amusement parks hadn't changed much in centuries—humanity too busy surviving beasts for entertainment upgrades.
Return to Truth Realm eighth layer: thrill rides barely registered. Boring.
But Chen Xi and Chen Fei loved it—especially Chen Fei, chasing adrenaline: roller coasters, space swings.
Weird for a martial artist.
Not a holiday—short lines post-tickets.
The park had Chen shares—biggest stakeholder—but the sisters stayed incognito.
Too eye-catching: handsome guy, two beauties. Staff soon buzzed; managers fawned—Wang Yue shooed them.
Exhausted thrills, Chen Fei proposed, "Second Sis, haunted house?"
"What's fun there?" Wang Yue deadpanned. Martial senses pierced the gloom; Chen Fei's guts dwarfed the props. Ghosts? She'd haunt them.
She insisted; Chen Xi indulged. In they went amid creepy sounds.
No fear—just Chen Fei hyped, shrieking at "ghosts."
Wang Yue and Chen Xi held hands, trailing, sharing tender glances—dogfood overflowing. Good thing Chen Fei was immune.
Midway: piercing scream ahead. Chen Fei—unfazed by ghosts—jumped.
Curious, she bolted toward it, ignoring them.
They chased—instinct to protect, despite safety.
Sisters were tight; Wang Yue bickered with Chen Fei but adored her like blood kin.
They caught up: facepalm.
Three figures huddled—spooked. One guy, two girls. Wang Yue recognized: Zhang Qing'tian—last thrashed by him—flanking two ordinary cuties.
Using scares to score. Scared girls cling—Wang Yue missed out; his were martial.
Chen Fei couldn't ID them in dim light but saw humans, disappointed. "Boring. Let's go."
One girl—arrogant, or puffed by Zhang?—heard the childish voice and barked, "Where'd this brat come from? Scram, don't ruin our vibe!"
Chen Fei bristled: unprovoked rudeness?
Jinling top family's princess—didn't bully, but no pushover. "Watch your filthy mouth!"
"Oho, feisty?" The girl sneered. "Little twerp, I'll slap you dead—your folks won't dare fart."
"Easy, ladies—join the fun," Zhang Qing'tian cut in. "Cute voice, little sis. Come let big bro see ya."
Wang Yue's turn to bristle. His sister-in-law? No leering.
"Zhang Qing'tian, itchy again? Or suicide?" Wang Yue growled.
Zhang shuddered—voice etched in bone: hated, feared.
He lit his wrist comm. Seeing them, he quavered, forcing a grin. "Young Master Wang, Misses Chen—fancy meeting you."
"See my looks now?" Chen Fei sneered.
The rude girl—blind to peril, or stung by Chen sisters' superior beauty—blurted, "Tian-ge, who're these little sluts?"
"Your granny!" Zhang roared, backhanding her spinning, teeth flying.
"Young Master Wang, Chen Misses—don't know her. Just a fling, a whore," Zhang disavowed hastily. Jinling would be Zhang turf soon—but not yet. No eye-poke.
The other girl paled: glad she stayed quiet. Recognized the trio; pitied her sister: cursing Chen princesses? Life over.
Wang Yue ignored the pleb. Zhang handled it.
"Fine hobbies, Zhang young master," Wang Yue said mockingly.
"Just messing around." Zhang shoved the other girl aside, grinning dryly. "Didn't expect you three here. Fate, huh?"
"Fate indeed. Carry on." Wang Yue waved dismissively, herding the sisters away.
"Young Master Wang, wait." Zhang stopped him. "Tomorrow night, Zhang family's hosting a gala. Tianhai bigwig attending. Care to join the fun?"
Another Tianhai VIP?
Wang Yue recalled Li Chonghe—now fertilizer. Likely their allies' rep.
Invite to flaunt muscle under borrowed banner.
Perfect to probe. "Sure. Have someone drop an invite by tomorrow night."
Zhang laughed. "For you? No need—just show."
"See you tomorrow then." Wang Yue waved, departing with the sisters.
Zhang's smile vanished: vicious glee. Tomorrow, you'll regret it!
"Take her. We're out." He glanced at the knocked-out girl, ordering flatly.
The other hauled her sister, chasing.
"Wang Yue, Zhang Qing'tian's invite reeks of bad intent. Be careful," Chen Xi warned later.
"No worries—unless it's Tianhai's absolute top shots, I'm good," Wang Yue grinned. "If you're concerned, Little Xi, come with tomorrow."
She wavered, then shook her head. "Go find Chu Mo tomorrow. Take her."