A Joyful Conquest
“I… no!” Bound by her moral chains, the soft-natured Chen Rong—who almost never refused anyone—let out a struggling protest.
“So you won’t open the door for me?” Wang Yue asked.
“No!” Chen Rong kept resisting, but her tone softened immediately as she pleaded, “Yue’er, please, Auntie begs you. We can’t keep doing this. If you really need it, go find your Yan Mama instead. She loves it so much, and you should spend more time with her anyway.”
“I just came from Yan Mama’s place. If I slink back empty-handed like this, won’t I lose face?” Wang Yue chuckled. “So, dear Auntie, open the door for me. Once you let me in, I’ll give you the world’s greatest gift. How about it?”
What was the world’s greatest gift?
Chen Rong’s curiosity flared up, but reason ultimately won out. “I don’t want any gift. Just go back.”
“Fine.” Wang Yue sighed. “If you won’t open the door, I’ll just go find Sister Xin and Sister Yue instead.”
“What are you planning to do?” Chen Rong’s heart jolted. Is this little rascal thinking of going after my two daughters?
If that was the case, even her timid self would fight Wang Yue to the death.
A woman is soft by nature, but fierce as a mother!
Wang Yue laughed. “Of course, I’ll show them something good—let them see their mom’s hidden side that no one knows about.”
Hearing it wasn’t about laying hands on her daughters, Chen Rong’s surged courage deflated instantly, replaced by overwhelming worry and fear.
Xue Yan had recorded her climaxing under Wang Yue last night. If this brat really showed that to Wang Xin and Wang Yue, how could she ever face anyone again?
“You… you bully!” Chen Rong wanted to curse him out, but after a lifetime of meekness, she couldn’t muster the words. Instead, with a sob in her voice, that was all she managed.
The effect of her “accusation” was predictable—like the legendary “rapist’s excitement punch,” it only spurred him on.
“Yeah, I’m bullying you, and in a bit, I’ll fuck you too. Otherwise, I’ll send the video of you hugging me and begging me to fuck you to Sister Xin, Sister Yue, and the whole family!” Wang Yue said viciously.
Originally, he held deep respect for his doting aunt from childhood—even after fucking her last night, that reverence lingered.
But now, he found bullying her oddly fun, stirring a wicked impulse.
Let him fuck her alone, with maybe Xue Yan knowing? Or let him spread the video, showing her daughters and the entire family him pounding her?
Which to choose?
Chen Rong knew the odds of him actually sharing it were slim, even if she refused.
Yet years of ingrained meekness and habitual yielding made her pick the first. Sobbing, she said, “I… I’ll open the door for you right now.”
Wang Yue smiled faintly, hung up, and leaped into Chen Rong’s courtyard.
As he reached the door, it swung open from inside.
He slipped in, locked it behind him, and turned to see Chen Rong’s tear-streaked, heartbreakingly beautiful face.
“Auntie, sorry. I didn’t mean to bully you. To make it up, I’ll still give you that priceless gift.” Wang Yue cooed like he was soothing a little girl.
“What is it?” Chen Rong lifted her teary eyes to him, forgetting to cry for a moment. Damn this curiosity!
“Come to the bedroom, I’ll show you.” Wang Yue took her jade hand and led her there.
Chen Rong had a model’s figure—slim yet tall at 1.72 meters, towering over Wang Yue.
A man and woman together, even at equal height, often made the man seem shorter—let alone with her edge.
Add his boyish face, and to outsiders, it’d look like an adult dragging a kid along.
But this innocent-looking kid was rotten to the core, packing a massive cock that put grown men to shame.
This was Wang Yue’s first time in Chen Rong’s bedroom. He was stunned: it was all pink, with cute dolls on the nightstand, dressers—pure girlish vibes.
Seeing him scan the room, Chen Rong blushed, but shrugged it off quickly.
After he’d already been inside her body, what was a silly little secret like this?
Wang Yue hadn’t expected his aunt—with granddaughters in their teens—to harbor such a girlish heart.
Then again, it fit. Everyone in the Wang family knew her insatiable curiosity—a girlish trait itself.
“Auntie, ready? Here’s your gift.” Wang Yue turned to her, catching her eyes roving over him, hunting for the present.
Suddenly, he yanked down his pants—no underwear, so his towering, ferocious big cock sprang free, bobbing menacingly before her eyes.
“Your gift is this, Auntie. Like it?” Wang Yue pointed at his cock.
Chen Rong flushed with shame and helpless amusement.
Wang Yue grinned smugly. “Yan Mama says it’s the world’s greatest treasure for a woman. Auntie, now it’s yours too. Happy?”
The world’s greatest treasure? Maybe.
Recalling last night’s endless bliss, Chen Rong couldn’t deny it—but she refused to accept.
Accepting it would make her what kind of woman?
Last night was just rape—no betrayal!
Seeing her unmoved, Wang Yue frowned. Auntie’s tougher than Yan Mama.
But…
His eyes gleamed with an idea. “Auntie, how about a bet?”
Chen Rong’s curiosity was legendary in the Wang family; everyone teased her with it, and she always bit.
A bet was perfect bait.
Sure enough: “What kind of bet?”
Wang Yue was sure—if not for the strict family rules and her meekness, she’d be a total gambler.
He grinned. “Bet you can’t make my cock go soft in thirty minutes. If you do, I’ll never bother you again, and I’ll delete the video.”
“And if I lose?”
“Nothing extra—just let me fuck your pussy.”
She’d already steeled herself for a fucking tonight when opening the door. Losing changed nothing.
Winning…
“Deal.” Chen Rong nodded.
“Bold!” Wang Yue thrust his cock forward. “Go on.”
Freedom dangled before her; Chen Rong gripped his big cock with her right hand and stroked vigorously.
“Hiss~” The feel of his beautiful aunt’s boneless hand pumping his cock made Wang Yue suck in a sharp breath of pleasure.
His reaction boosted her confidence; she jerked harder.
But soon, her thighs clenched tight.
Gripping his hard-yet-yielding cock, feeling its heat, stirred memories of last night’s pounding.
Her pussy itched fiercely, juices flowing.
That heart-deep itch and aching void tempted her to forfeit and beg him to slam it in.
But the video threat forced her on, hand flying.
Ten minutes in, no sign of him cumming.
Strange—last night, he’d blown in Xue Yan and her after barely thrusting. Why so enduring now?
Not stimulated enough? Hand vs. pussy is worlds apart.
Spot on. Wang Yue wasn’t super enduring; Xue Yan’s orgasms—her saucy pussy sucking his cock, womb mouth clamping his glans—always made him cum.
His edge: endless hardness post-cum.
Far better than mere stamina.
For men, ejaculation’s peak bliss; endless loads and reloads beat edging.
For women, creampies—especially mid-orgasm—were divine.
Still, hands couldn’t easily milk him.
One-third time gone, no cum; Chen Rong panicked, then knelt, mouth engulfing him.
She’d considered just fucking—pussy-jerking him off faster, her pleasure too—but that undermined her resolve.
Last night was rape, not consent. Actively fucking changed that.
Mouth it was.
Her soft lips on his glans thrilled Wang Yue body and soul.
The bet was rigged to win; he’d proposed it for this.
He could’ve demanded a blowjob—her submissiveness guaranteed it—but her initiative was hotter.
No kink for unwilling women; he wanted enthusiasm.
The bet made her serve eagerly to win—then submit sweetly post-loss. Perfect.
Chen Rong knew blowjobs but sucked worse than Xue Yan—barely half the glans, no skill, just sucking while hands pumped.
Good enough; Wang Yue gave her a taste of victory.
Her hands and mouth worked; in under a minute, he neared climax.
Veterans sense glans swelling, but novice Chen Rong kept sucking till the first spurt hit her mouth.
Shocked, she yanked back.
Bad move—his cock whipped wildly, ropes of thick cum splattering her stunning face.
“Mm…” A humiliated moan escaped; she bolted to the bathroom, lightfoot in panic.
Water and retching echoed; Wang Yue stood frozen, replaying the facial.
Facial!
He’d read it, seen pics—gross then.
Now, creaming his revered aunt? Thrilling. His just-spent cock stayed rock-hard, roaring back.
“So the files were right—kink is real!”
Skeptical before, now the door swung wide.
Moments later, Chen Rong returned meekly. “Did I win?”
“Win? Look, it’s still hard.” Wang Yue pointed.
“You cheat. It went soft, then got hard again.”
“Fair point—unfair.” Wang Yue pondered. “New rule: make it soft for one full minute, you win.”
Perfect—youthful vigor or not, multiple loads should tire him. She knelt, mouth on cock.
Experience helped; full glans now.
Achievement buzzed; her mindset shifted from duty to enjoyment.
Five minutes in, glans swelled again.
Lesson learned, she tried pulling off.
Wang Yue pinned her head. “Good Auntie, take it in your mouth—ten extra minutes!”
First time broken the ice; this felt tolerable.
Time crunch helped; she sucked and stroked.
“Oh…” Wang Yue shuddered, blasting cum down her throat, some straight to her belly.
Nauseous but enduring for time, she held till done, rising to spit.
“No spitting—hold it, ten more minutes!” Wang Yue ogled her cum-filled mouth, dribbling from corners—ecstasy.
Already swallowed some; spit now or later, same. Extra time? Why not.
It wasn’t that bad—salty, fishy; mind over matter.
Wang Yue flushed. “Swallow—ten more!”
Some already in; beauty benefits rumored.
Broken jar shattered; “Gulp”—down it went.
Cumswallowing! The seniors weren’t lying!
His beauty aunt gulping his load—from childhood idol—mind-blowing.
Veins bulging, he thrust forward. “Good Auntie, keep going!”
Thirty extra minutes banked, victory assured; Chen Rong dove in.
Hand-mouth combo; ten minutes, another load.
Accustomed, she caught and swallowed sans prompt…
Hour flew; Chen Rong realized her grave error.
This wasn’t human—seven loads, yet each time, hard in under thirty seconds. Some didn’t even soften.
Massive volumes too; dinner-skipping her was half-full.
What body was this? Cum factory?
“Good Auntie, time’s up.” Wang Yue pulled her up, eyeing her slightly swollen lips. “Pay up—strip and lie on the bed.”
Docile, she shed clothes, climbed on.
Hours of cockplay had her ablaze; pussy drenched, craving impale.
Morals blocked initiative.
Now, “lost bet”—perfect excuse. Like last night’s “rape,” no betrayal.
Convincing herself, naked she lay, knees up, legs M-spread, exposing her flooded saucy pussy.
Wang Yue mounted, kneeling between her slender legs, hands on knees, glans teasing her slick slit. “Auntie’s pussy’s soaked already. Been waiting for your nephew to fuck you?”
Eyes shut, face turned—“Not willing, just lost bet”—she played.
Wang Yue smirked, no rush to thrust. Gripped cock, pressed to her mound: glans ground her swollen clit, then dragged heavy down her slit.
She shuddered, hips twitching.
Her pussy slick and tender; exquisite friction.
He lifted, repeated.
“Clam-slitting for pearl”—cock parting oyster flesh, ridge abrading her folds. Deadly tease; few women endured.
Chen Rong, Spirit Condensation expert, fared no better.
First pass: bliss.
Second: agony—bugs crawling inside, unbearable itch.
Endless glides: teased torment, no relief—driving her mad. Legs bucked instinctively, seeking deeper grind.
He dodged each time.
Breaking: “Yue’er, please, no more teasing.”
“Teasing? I’m hesitating.” Wang Yue grinned, still grinding.
“Hesitating what?”
“Want to fuck your pussy, but scared you won’t let me.” Grind on.
“No hesitation—Auntie agrees!” Desperate for relief, nothing else mattered.
“Agrees to what? Spell it out, nephew doesn’t get it.”
“Agree to you fucking me!” Tears near, the vulgar plea escaped.
Instantly, hips sank—big cock speared halfway, glans kissing cervix.
“Ah—!” Pain-bliss wail.
Second time, still tight; full hilt ached.
But pleasure dominated; itch vanished, euphoria surged. Move, make me cum!
No motion; cock pinned deep, he whispered: “Auntie, a qi circulation method—memorize, follow me.”
He taught the Dual Cultivation Technique.
Simple; his lead helped. Mind elsewhere, she learned fast, synced.
Circulation doubled fucking bliss; overwhelmed, “Yue’er, move—fuck me!”
Technique running; indulgence time.
Wang Yue pistoned wildly.
Vs. Xue Yan’s juicy fatness, Chen Rong’s tighter grip won.
Each superb.
To conquer fully, max assault: cock like piston, ravaging her to quivers, ass bucking in sync.
Flaw: no Xue Yan screams—just soft moans.
Missing thrill, but patient—train later.
Watching her bite lip to stifle ecstasy? Sexy allure.
Xue Yan’d crack first; Chen Rong sooner. Hundreds thrusts: muffled groan, pussy clenched—squirting.
Her clamp triggered him—swell, creampie.
Peak: technique maxed.
Boom!
Wang Yue jolted—Spirit Condensation peak shattered; new realm.
Earth Palace Realm!
Breakthrough? The “major hurdle”?
Chen Rong surged two layers: Spirit Condensation 7th, true qi refined.
Post-bliss tears.
Wang Yue, ignoring his shift, “Auntie, what’s wrong?”
“I… betrayed Uncle, the Wang family. I don’t want to live, wuu…” Sobs wracked her.
Twice begging fuck—no more excuses. Rotten woman.
Escape habit: death.
Worried, Wang Yue sought counsel.
Past Xue Yan logic wouldn’t fit.
Quick wit: “Auntie, feel your cultivation first.”
True qi check: “Spirit Condensation 7th?!”
“My doing.” Grin, thrust cock still buried.
“You mean…”
“Yep. Practice this, fuck me—rapid gains. Soon Earth Palace, even Heavenly Origin. You’ll guard the Wangs.”
He knew her: meek, but dutiful as eldest wife.
Hit home.
Death urge faded; heroic fire rose.
“Another round? Boost more.”
“Mm.” Blush, nod.
New excuse: lost virginity for family glory. Sin worth it.
Greatness swelled—then drowned in pussy pleasure…
That night, four orgasms broke her—worse stamina than Xue Yan.
Three more: Spirit Condensation 8th. Grinning, suicidal thoughts gone.
Wang Yue stabilized little, realm unsteady.
But grasped Dual Cultivation rules:
Equal/higher partner: his fast gains, vice versa.
Lower: slower for them.
Still insanely fast vs. normals.
First fuck max benefits—yuan yin accumulation from life, more in high cultivators.
Hidden till deflowered; his pure yang unlocked it.
Useless to others, tonic for him; balanced via dual cultivation, boons for her.
Post-depletion: slower, but 100x normal—peaking at orgasmic pure yin floods.
Not pure invention: pure yang extension. Only works with him; others useless sans his base art.
His ace, family shield—never share.
Sole worry: three years hence, mysterious force abducting him. Reborn—would it return?
Dual cultivation speed dismissed beast tide fears, but that force…
Even he, grasping yin-yang, saw no flaws in its power.
Useless now; outgrow it. Overthink disrupted Dao.
Next morning, Wang Yue hit Qi Condensation drill field—empty.
Sisters/cousin-wives diligent; even Xin’er.
Usually there first; today, absent.
“All slacking?” Muttered, forehead slap: Rest day—forgot.
Mystery space dulled life details. Today: May 29th, first of three end-month breaks.