Alcohol, the Matchmaker of Lust
Wang Yue, however, wasn't affected in the slightest. He said coolly, "That's right, I did it. That guy deserved a beating. If you weren't here, I'd have killed him outright."
Xin Xiaoxiao's brows furrowed.
As part of the official organization maintaining order in Jinling, the police kept close tabs on the major powers in the city, compiling extensive dossiers on them.
Xin Xiaoxiao, determined to be a good cop, had memorized every detail. So even though this was her first time seeing Wang Yue in person, she knew plenty about him.
From what she knew, Wang Yue kept a low profile—partly due to the three great families' restrictions, but even on the three free activity days each month, he'd never caused any real trouble. His only "black mark" was beating Zhang Qing'tian in public over ten days ago, but that had been justified.
By contrast, the group confronting him—including the short guy now lying there with a broken leg—had rotten reputations. Backed by their families, they'd bullied men and women alike without remorse.
Deep down, Xin Xiaoxiao naturally sided with Wang Yue.
But she hadn't expected him to be so brazen. Her impression of the Wang family young master soured a bit, and she asked sternly, "What's your justification?"
"That guy insulted my cousin, and in the vilest way possible," Su Jiaojiao jumped in. "We could've overlooked him badmouthing my cousin, but then he went after my second aunt—my cousin's mom. How could he not lose his temper?"
Xin Xiaoxiao's brows furrowed again, this time not at Wang Yue, but at the short guy on the ground.
She knew the three great families' dynamics inside out, so she was well aware that Su Jiaojiao's second aunt was Wang Yue's birth mother.
Xin Xiaoxiao had grown up without parents, but her master had taken her in and taught her with unwavering devotion. In her heart, her master was like a mother—and that word was sacred to her.
After hearing Su Jiaojiao's account, confirmed by nods from Su Jin'er, Su Xiuer, and Chu Mo, with no denial from the other side, even Xin Xiaoxiao thought the short guy deserved death.
But as a cop, her job wasn't to fan the flames—it was to keep the peace. She said gravely, "I can pretend this didn't happen. Handle it among yourselves, but no more violence, or I'll have to do this by the book!"
Wang Yue didn't care either way; the only one he really wanted to hit was that short guy anyway.
The others didn't dare clash with him directly and were happy to take the out. They scrambled to lift the short guy and rushed off to get him treated.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Just as the matter seemed settled, applause rang out.
Zhang Lingfeng from Tianhai clapped with a grin. "Brilliant! Truly brilliant! Haven't seen a show like that in ages."
Zhang Qing'tian hurried to fawn, "Jinling can't compare to Tianhai. We're just country bumpkins without manners. Hope we didn't ruin Young Master Zhang's fun."
"Not at all—far from it. It was great," Zhang Lingfeng laughed. "Just too short. I didn't get my fill. Who's next among you tough guys? Go a few rounds with Young Master Wang here."
The young elites around him exchanged uneasy glances. Some were confident they could beat Wang Yue, but who the hell would poke that bear for no reason?
He was the three great families' only precious heir. Even with their precarious situation, beating him would bring swift retribution from the Zhangs of Tianhai—before their full forces even arrived, he could wipe them and their clans out.
No one stepped up, and Zhang Lingfeng's face darkened. He turned to Wang Yue. "Looks like Young Master Wang commands real respect in Jinling. Since no one dares challenge you, why don't you pick an opponent?"
The words sounded like a suggestion, but his tone brooked no argument. To him, these Jinling heirs were just clowns for his amusement.
Wang Yue didn't even glance his way. He turned to the four women. "Let's go. Nothing fun here."
They nodded and fell in step behind him, heading out.
"Stop!" Zhang Lingfeng bellowed, shock and fury boiling over. He'd come to play monkey with these fools, but the main monkey not only refused to perform but ignored him outright. After all the flattery from Zhang Qing'tian and his crew, his inflated ego couldn't take it.
Wang Yue and the others kept walking, unhurried, as if they hadn't heard.
If they left the hall, Zhang Lingfeng's face would be lost for good.
But going after Wang Yue himself? He hesitated. The Tianhai Zhangs had Jinling's three families in their pocket, but he was just the advance scout. Besides two lackeys, he had only two Heavenly Origin realm bodyguards. If he burned bridges now, the families might go all-out, and they couldn't hold.
Wang Yue and the Su sisters were untouchable, but someone else wasn't.
Zhang Lingfeng took a deep breath, suppressing his rage, and turned to Zhang Qing'tian. "Zhang Qing'tian, I hear you have a fiancée. Where is she?"
His fiancée cavorting with Wang Yue was Zhang Qing'tian's deepest shame; he'd been dodging the topic. Now it was dragged out publicly.
If anyone else had said it, he'd have made them pay—but not Zhang Lingfeng. He forced a smile. "That's Chu Mo."
He shouted at her back, "Mo Mo, come say hi to Young Master Zhang."
Chu Mo ignored him.
"A hello's not enough," Zhang Lingfeng said. "Zhang Qing'tian, you're a lucky dog. A beauty like that is rare even in Tianhai—your fiancée. You wouldn't mind lending her to me for a night, right?"
Zhang Qing'tian seethed. He didn't love Chu Mo deeply—just lusted after her looks—but she was his fiancée, tied to his pride.
Even Wang Yue had only hung around her, never insulted him like this. But Zhang Lingfeng brazenly claimed he'd fuck his fiancée. Any man with blood in his veins would rage.
Yet he couldn't offend Zhang Lingfeng. He grinned through gritted teeth. "It's her honor."
Zhang Qing'tian wasn't the only one furious. Chu Kuo had been pissed at Zhang Lingfeng's words already; seeing his daughter's fiancé's reaction chilled him. Marrying her to this scum would ruin her life.
Xin Xiaoxiao, duty-bound and bursting with justice, couldn't tolerate it. She surged forward to berate him—but one of her subordinates chopped her neck with a hand knife, knocking her out.
Zhang Lingfeng ignored them all, smirking as Wang Yue turned and approached slowly.
Besides his real lust for the four beauties, he'd said it to provoke Wang Yue.
Directly attacking him was risky, but enraging him into impotent fury? Perfect.
With two Heavenly Origin bodyguards and his own Spirit Condensation realm strength, Wang Yue couldn't touch him even if provoked.
He loved that look of helpless hatred.
But Zhang Lingfeng had no idea the fatal mistake he'd made.
Targeting Wang Yue directly? The still-growing youth might stall for time and let him slide.
But dragging his women into it? That was touching Wang Yue's reverse scale.
Step by step, slow and resolute, Wang Yue reached Zhang Lingfeng. He flashed a faint smile at the sneering man—then his right leg lashed out like lightning in a barrage.
Crack~ Crack~
Two sharp snaps merged into one. Zhang Lingfeng's legs buckled, and he crumpled.
Only when his ass hit the floor did he react, clutching his shattered knees and howling.
Wang Yue wasn't done. He stomped down hard—right on Zhang Lingfeng's crotch.
"Aaaah—!" Zhang Lingfeng's hysterical scream echoed as his hands flew to his groin. His eyes rolled back, and he passed out from the pain.
True egg-shattering annihilation!
And it wasn't mere physical damage. As Wang Yue's foot crushed the goods into pulp, potent true qi surged in, obliterating every meridian in his body. No doctor or tech could fix that.
It happened in a flash—from first kick to total ruin, barely over a second. Only after Zhang Lingfeng fainted did the room react.
Two burly men charged from the perimeter. One knelt to check Zhang Lingfeng; the other blocked Wang Yue, glaring murderously.
As bodyguards, their priority was protection—revenge came second.
The rest were stunned. Wang Yue had attacked a direct scion of Tianhai's Zhang family—one of the four greats. Wasn't he afraid of retaliation?
In a dim corner of the hall, two young women weren't shocked.
One was elegantly dressed, long hair cascading over painted brows and exquisite features, exuding an orchid-like serenity.
The other was a short-haired girl in sleek combat gear, her athletic, curvaceous figure radiating heroic vigor. Her looks were a touch less refined but complementary to the long-haired beauty's grace.
As Wang Yue faced off against Zhang Lingfeng's guards, the short-haired girl whispered, "Senior Sister, should we step in?"
The long-haired one shook her head. "Not yet. Palace Lord's orders: no intervening unless it's life-or-death. Just watch—keep Wang Yue and the others safe."
The short-haired girl nodded, eyes locked on the guards, ready to rush if needed.
"Young Master Feng... is crippled," the checking bodyguard growled, rising to join his partner.
Resolve burned in their eyes. Protecting Zhang Lingfeng was their duty; failing meant unimaginable punishment.
Better to fight the three families—maybe earn glory in loyalty, or at least die quick.
No words needed; consensus reached: kill Wang Yue, storm the Wang estate. Win and slaughter; lose and die trying.
"Any last words for the Wangs?" the front bodyguard snarled.
"No last words. Just advice: next life, pick better masters!" Wang Yue shot back, hands lashing like lightning for their throats.
The bodyguards sneered, countering to seize his arms.
At contact, they realized their grave error. Crack crack! Fingers and wrists shattered.
Wang Yue pressed on undeterred, clamping their necks. A pulse of true qi—crack crack!—and they dropped, lifeless.
The crowd, just recovering, gaped anew—more shocked than at Zhang Lingfeng's fall. When had Wang Yue gotten this strong?
Even the corner girls marveled. "Worthy of Palace Lord's nephew. We always underestimated him."
Su Jin'er and the others saw it as par for the course—even lenient.
With his current power, two Heavenly Origin scrubs needed no effort. Trading blows was theater—to fake his limits.
Overawe the Tianhai Zhangs too much, and they'd send Mortal Shedding heavies. Trouble.
Having slain the guards effortlessly, Wang Yue turned to Zhang Qing'tian.
"Zhang Qing'tian, I won't kill you today. But heed this: Chu Mo's mine. Anyone eyeing her..." He nodded at Zhang Lingfeng's corpse. "That's their fate."
"G-Got it." Zhang Qing'tian swallowed hard, voice hoarse, legs jelly.
Compared to his terror, Chu Mo was melting with bliss.
As Xu Yanran had said, she wanted Wang Yue to crash her wedding not from some drama trope, but a grand declaration.
The hall held not just heirs but patriarchs—half of Jinling's martial forces.
Waste a Tianhai Zhang scion and kill two Heavenly Origin guards to claim her publicly? Better than any wedding crash.
By dawn, every notable in Jinling would know.
Fury for a beauty's sake. She was content—formal title or not.
Even in the resort parking lot, Chu Mo basked in it.
About to board, she mustered courage. "Wang Yue, I don't want to go home tonight."
"Where then?" Wang Yue played dumb; he was the "innocent boy" around his cousins and Chu Mo.
"Dumb cousin, Sister Mo Mo wants to be your bride tonight," Su Jiaojiao blurted.
Chu Mo blushed crimson. She did mean that—Wang Yue's display was intoxicating.
But admitting it aloud? Mortifying. "No! I just want more time with you. Chatting's fine."
Su Jiaojiao's eyes gleamed. "Then let's grab drinks—to celebrate you two officially."
Straightforward, but scheming. After peeking at cousin and mom's fun, she craved her turn—but no chance.
Drinks with Wang Yue and Chu Mo? Post-booze action inevitable; she might snag some.
Su Xiuer chimed, "Sounds good. What do you think, sis?"
"Sure, but normal booze is pointless. Need something special first," Su Jin'er agreed.
Like her sisters, she was thrilled for her friend—until Chu Mo's hint of a room. Jealousy stung.
That's when she realized: her cousin had snuck into her heart unnoticed.
As his cousin and Chu Mo's friend, no real rivalry—but him bedding Chu Mo tonight? Unsettling.
Jiaojiao's idea was welcome.
Chu Mo inwardly balked—she ached to give herself to him—but as a shy virgin, she couldn't protest. "You decide."
"Settled then. No need to hunt booze—I have high-purity Immortal Drunk." Wang Yue decided. "Venue: Mo Mo's gym. Room to cut loose if we get rowdy."
"Yay! Big space for fun. I'll do drunken fist," Su Jiaojiao clapped.
"Fine. I'll notify students and coaches—half-day closure tomorrow. Avoid hangover walk-of-shame," Chu Mo laughed. "But easy does it, especially you, Wang Yue. Don't wreck my gym."
She fired off in her work group: Gym closing tomorrow half-day for owner's business.
Wang Yue turned to Su Jin'er. "Lend me your communicator. Gotta tell Mom I'm not coming home."
"Why not yours?" Su Jin'er unstrapped it, puzzled.
"Blame this brat." He ruffled Su Jiaojiao. "Loaded my device with junk."
"That bad?" Su Jiaojiao blinked; she'd planned to uninstall later.
"Deadly serious," Wang Yue said gravely. "That crap strips all privacy. Uninstall? Developers leave backdoors."
"Now what?" The girls grasped the gravity. One compromised device? Swap it. But this was insidious—easy to miss.
Worse: if manufacturers baked it in...
Communicators were like ancient phones—indispensable. Ditching them? Inconvenient life.
"Tomorrow, Yan Fangfei. See if she can fix it," Wang Yue said.
The Su sisters lit up. "Right! Aunt Yan's got it."
Su Jiaojiao schemed, "Have her make counter-software!"
"Discuss with her tomorrow." Wang Yue nodded, stepping aside with Su Jin'er's device. His bond with Mom was... irregular. Overheard slips? Awkward.
Ten meters out, he veiled himself in true qi for soundproofing, then dialed.
"Jin'er? What do you need from Auntie?" Su Mengyan answered promptly.
Wang Yue noted the shift. Before, unless alone with him and Xin'er, she was robotic—flat, emotionless.
Now, mistaking him for Su Jin'er, her tone held surprise, familial warmth. Subtle, but huge for her.
He beamed. Her fire just for him thrilled, but selfishness would trap her. He loved her freedom, joy—restoring her true self under his influence? Ideal.
"Mom, it's me."
"Yue'er? Using your cousin's device?" Su Mengyan asked, curious.
"With the cousins now," Wang Yue said. "Just letting you know: not coming home tonight."
"Not home? Where?" Su Mengyan pressed. "Can't sleep without Mom?"
"Probably not, but no plans to anyway," he admitted. "Chu Mo and I made it official tonight."
"Who's Chu Mo?" Su Mengyan ignored outsiders—even "Jinling's Twelve Beauties" newbie.
Wang Yue recapped her background, their meeting—emphasizing Chen Xi knew and approved.
Silence, then a wistful murmur: "Son... do you find Mom lacking?"
"Never! I'd stay glued to you forever," he rushed. Inspiration struck; he teased, "But I really wanna fuck pussy. You won't let me, so... others it is."
"Go! Fuck other women—don't come back!" Su Mengyan snapped, hanging up.
Wang Yue grinned at the disconnected device.
Mom angry? First time ever. Her true self returning—jackpot!
"Don't come back"? Huffing. Her love guaranteed it'd fade by morning.
Might even push things further. Why else provoke?
"Took forever," Su Xiuer said as he returned.
"Told Mom about Mo Mo. She wants to meet her sometime."
Chu Mo startled. "Too soon?"
"Don't wanna meet her?" Wang Yue teased.
She shook her head. "No—just, Auntie's the world's top beauty. Her photos make me feel like an ugly duckling. In person..."
"Mom's number one, sure—but you're no slouch," Wang Yue laughed. "I'm looks-first. Personality alone wouldn't cut it."
Simple praise melted her. Her gaze turned tender.
"Ugh, again? Save the puppy love for when we're gone!" Su Xiuer fake-shivered.
Wang Yue laughed, herded them into the car, revved with a flashy drift, and sped off.
At Chu Mo's gym, they claimed a vast training room floored in soft mats. They sat cross-legged; Wang Yue pulled snacks and a jug of high-purity Immortal Drunk from his spatial ring.
This stuff floored Return to Truth bigshots. The girls, lower realm, diluted heavily.
Even so, a few cups and they were tipsy—Su Jin'er and Su Xiuer, burdened by thoughts, overdid it and passed out on the mats.
Wang Yue, slamming pure stuff, hit seventy percent drunk fast—wobbling.
Amid the spins, a hot body snuggled in. Peering down, he made out Su Jiaojiao.
"Jiaojiao, whatcha doin'?" he slurred.
She burrowed deeper, hands roaming wildly. "Cousin... fuck pussy. Wanna fuck pussy with you."
"Yeah, fuck pussy!" Alcohol fueled lust; as a super pervert, how resist? Clumsily, he stripped them bare, rolled atop her.
Brain fogged near blackout, but subconscious recalled: virgin cousin. His deflowering muscle memory kicked in—no brutality. His drunk-yet-iron-hard massive cock teased her tender white tiger bun pussy.
Chu Mo, less hammered than the twins, stirred. Seeing the odd sibling wriggle, she crawled over. "Whatcha doin'?"
"Fuckin' pussy, Sister Mo Mo. Join—feels so good," slurred Su Jiaojiao. Slow-witted drunk, but the grinding was bliss. Generous invite too.
Chu Mo giggled dopily. "You two are cousins—no pussy fuckin'. I'm Wang Yue's girlfriend. Wang Yue, fuck my pussy too."
"Sure, after Jiaojiao." He turned to her, easing his cock into Su Jiaojiao's now-soaked virgin slit.
Booze dulled pain; her hymen long self-broken by fingers. Agony cut seventy percent.
"Cousin, hurts a bit—gentle!" Only as his glans kissed her core did she register.
Instinct said she was ready. Ignoring her whine, he thrust in rhythm.
Sure enough, pain fled fast—replaced by ecstasy. She bucked her hips. "Cousin, your cock fuckin' my pussy feels amazing. Now I get why Mom says she can't live without you."
Immortal Drunk's kick intensified; Wang Yue's mind blanked further, pounding on autopilot.
Minutes later, Su Jiaojiao climaxed from her blood cousin—life's first.
Wang Yue shuddered, flooding her young womb.
Sliding free, another hot body dove in.
In those minutes, Chu Mo had stripped nude.
Bare beauty offering? Even subconscious couldn't refuse. Cock teased her pussy slick, then slid home.
Older, riper Chu Mo adapted faster. First taste of fucking bliss, her long legs hooked his waist, hips grinding.
Minutes on, mutual peak.
Not sated, but sensing her fresh deflowering fragility, he withdrew.
"Jiaojiao! Where? Still wanna fuck your pussy." He groped blindly—wrong way, away from sleeping Su Jiaojiao.
Soon, soft flesh in arms.
"Jiaojiao, why dressed?" Off came the clothes; legs spread, massive cock plunged another plump, hairless white tiger bun pussy.
Blackout drunk, but subconscious knew: not Jiaojiao—one twin cousin. Else, why treat "her" like fresh virgin?
No designs on the stunning identical twins? Sobriety might've crept in.
But he'd long craved them—no resistance, pure eagerness. No clarity brake.
Under his assault, the sleeping beauty responded instinctively—clinging tight, virgin pussy clenching his cock wildly. Control gone from booze, Wang Yue blew before her peak.
His prior work paid off; she teetered on edge. Hot seed triggered her orgasmic flood.
Full drunk crash hit. Cock still buried, Wang Yue slept deep.
Room hushed—save distant chirps, mourning three beauties' hazy virgin losses.
"Ahh—what are you doing?!" Dawn's first rays pierced as Su Xiuer's scream shattered silence.
First awake—drunk, not the frenzy— she gawked at the lewd scene: naked Chu Mo and Su Jiaojiao asleep, blood crusted on Chu Mo's thigh; Wang Yue nude atop equally bare sister, her legs splayed, his crotch jammed between, seemingly linked below.
Her shriek roused the rest.
Martial artists, memories fuzzy—but truth dawned quick.
Chu Mo and Su Jiaojiao took it fine: announced girlfriend, long-desired deed.
Su Jin'er? She'd secretly loved him, but unprepared to yield her body.
Worse: him atop her, that fullness below confirming what.
Shame and panic overwhelmed. Eyes welled; tears streamed.
Seeing beloved cousin cry, Wang Yue panicked, heart aching. "Sis, don't—my fault! I'm sorry, no tears."
"You didn't mean it, right? Drunk, mistook me for Mo Mo?" Su Jin'er choked. Even now, first thought: excuse him. Mom and aunt would learn eventually; he'd suffer.