One Emperor Battles Four Queens
She'd come up with the perfect excuse: everyone had been drunk. Sure, Wang Yue had ravaged his own cousin, but it wasn't intentional, so the sin wasn't all that grave.
But Wang Yue said firmly, "No, I did it on purpose!"
"What?" The four women froze, Su Jiaojiao included.
Wang Yue knew shoving all the blame onto the booze would be the easy way out, but it might leave his cousin feeling hurt or unwanted.
So he'd shoulder it all himself.
"Sis, I'm sorry. Truth is, I've had impure thoughts about you all for ages. That good-boy act I put on around you? Total fake. That's why I took advantage last night when you were drunk and..." Wang Yue trailed off. "You can curse me, hit me, even hand me over to Aunt Su. I'll take it. But if I had to choose again? I'd do the exact same thing."
Su Jin'er stared at him in shock, forgetting her own naked state. "Why?"
"Because I love you. All of you. And it's been that way for a long, long time. Back then, I swore if I ever got the chance to be with you, I'd never let you leave my side." Wang Yue's tone was dead serious—not entirely a lie, since his "long time" meant his previous life.
In that secret realm, the beauties of the three great families had been his sole reason to keep fighting. They'd etched themselves into his very bones, a bond beyond love or even blood.
Love was putting it mildly.
"Us?" Su Jin'er latched onto the key word.
"Yeah. You, Sis Xiuer, Jiaojiao, and Mo Mo. I love every one of you." Wang Yue met her eyes without flinching.
"Pah, shameless!" Su Xiuer spat, already shy at the sight of Wang Yue tangled naked with her sister. His words made her heart flutter sweetly, though: So he likes me too.
But why them three... and not me?
Su Xiuer's mind tangled again.
Of them all, Chu Mo was handling this best—besides Su Jiaojiao. She'd long prepared to share Wang Yue; adding her two besties changed nothing.
Only snag: they were blood cousins. And Su Jiaojiao? Double-cousin material—same paternal and maternal lines as Wang Yue.
"You were just a kid back then, already eyeing your cousins? Guess you're not lying—that innocent act was bullshit." Chu Mo teased to cut the tension, flashing a smile.
"I can vouch: guy's a total faker. Far from innocent." Su Jiaojiao raised her hand like in class. "You don't know the half. He didn't just fuck us—he railed my mom, his own aunt."
Wang Yue inwardly winced. Good call holding off on mother-daughter dual cultivation; these loose-lipped girls would blab it everywhere.
"Jiaojiao, don't spout nonsense!" Su Jin'er snapped. Her own slip-up? Blame the booze. Cousin incest? Taboo, but tolerable—hell, it was common back in the day.
Wang Yuyao? Straight-up aunt. If word got out... Wang Yue was done for.
"Not nonsense!" Su Jiaojiao pouted. "Saw it myself yesterday morning. Mom loved every second."
She shot Wang Yue a pout. "Cuz, you're evil. Fucked me while I was wasted—no thrill for me."
"My bad," Wang Yue chuckled. "What'll make it right?"
"Make it up to us proper." Su Jiaojiao grinned. "Sis Jin'er, Sis Mo Mo—let him fuck us again? He's amazing. You'll cum buckets."
Su Jin'er and Chu Mo flushed crimson.
"Great idea!" Wang Yue laughed, eyeing the woman beneath him. "Sis Jin'er, ladies first. Don't worry—I'll take full responsibility."
Su Jin'er squeezed her eyes shut, cheeks burning. She'd always liked Wang Yue; now deflowered by him, resistance was futile. She gave silent consent.
Wang Yue got the hint, heart soaring. He started thrusting.
Though freshly broken last night, Su Jin'er's bun pussy had stretched around his massive cock all night. No pain now—just waves of bliss.
The lone virgin, Su Xiuer, gaped as they fucked right in front of her. She bolted upright to flee.
But she yelped, collapsing back down.
"Xiuer, you okay?" Chu Mo asked, concerned.
Even Wang Yue paused, glancing over.
Su Xiuer's cheeks pinked. She stood again. "Fine. Keep going—I'll step out."
She took a step.
Wang Yue smirked, spotting it. No stopping her. Instead, he slammed deep, battering Su Jin'er's sensitive core.
"Ahh!" Twin moans escaped the sisters. Su Jin'er shuddered in ecstasy; Su Xiuer's legs buckled, nearly toppling.
Gotcha.
Wang Yue grinned wildly, gripping his big cousin's ass. He pounded her bun pussy relentlessly, each thrust harder.
Su Jin'er melted into bliss. Su Xiuer slumped, panting in sync, hand drifting to her belly unbidden.
Even Chu Mo and Su Jiaojiao clocked it now.
"Sis Xiuer—does cuz fucking Sis Jin'er make you feel it too?" Su Jiaojiao squealed, thrilled.
"I... don't know." Su Xiuer blushed furiously.
"Easy test." Su Jiaojiao beamed. "Cuz, hold up."
Wang Yue paused, eager to confirm.
Su Xiuer's moans cut off; her trembling stopped.
"Whoa! Mind-blowing—you two share the pleasure!" Su Jiaojiao gushed.
Wang Yue marveled. He'd always sensed his twin sister Wang Xin'er's thoughts. These twins? No mental link—but physical, sexual sync? Wild.
Good thing he and Xin'er lacked it—fucking her while feeling fucked? Weird as hell.
But for these cousins... fuck one, lick the other? Double ecstasy?
His cock throbbed. "Sis Xiuer, c'mere."
"W-what? Don't get ideas about me." Su Xiuer huffed, half-hearted.
"Sis Xiuer, you're dense!" Su Jiaojiao rolled her eyes.
Everyone called tomboy Jiaojiao "dumb" for her impulsiveness.
Getting called dumb by her? "How am I dense?!"
"You ditching cuz for some rando?"
Su Xiuer—smitten with Wang Yue—couldn't stomach another man. But cornered: "So what if I do?"
"Then Sis Jin'er'd feel it too. Cuz'd dump her ass." Su Jiaojiao giggled.
"Huh?"
"You're slow today," Chu Mo laughed. "Shared sensations? Fuck someone else, Sis Jin'er feels it. They'd bail."
Made sense. Still stubborn: "Then I stay single. Can live without dick."
"Dumber!" Su Jiaojiao crowed. "You feel him fucking her—basically getting railed. Why not get the real massive cock? You're half-fucked already!"
"I..." Su Xiuer faltered. "Then Sis Jin'er just stops too."
Chu Mo grinned. "Ask her."
Su Jin'er—silent since the pounding started—had to speak. "Xiuer... I know you love him too, like me. Stop fighting it."
Su Xiuer went quiet.
She did—desperately. Just too shy, a tad jealous.
Seeing her waver, Wang Yue pressed: "Sis Xiuer, I've loved you forever. I swear—I'll cherish you both, no pain, ever."
Silence. Then: "Fine. Why them three last night... but not me?"
Wang Yue laughed. "Drunk off my ass. Fucked Sis Jin'er, passed out cock-stuck inside her all night."
"Stop!" Su Jin'er squeaked, mortified at the image.
Jealousy evaporated. Su Xiuer coughed, feigning cool: "Alright. For Sis—not feeling randos. And so you don't cheap out on me. I'll... reluctantly do it."
"Thanks for the mercy, sis." Wang Yue beckoned. "C'mere."
"For?" She approached, eyeing her sister's gaping bun pussy and the thick shaft protruding—intimidating.
"Double the fun." Wang Yue yanked her close, true qi shredding her clothes. He dove tongue-first into her dripping slit.
Waist pumping, he railed Su Jin'er.
As expected: one fucked, one licked—shared overload.
Like both pussies pleasured at once. Total bliss.
Sisters moaned in unison.
Su Jin'er crested first. Su Xiuer teetered.
Shared pleasure was close—but not quite. She hung on the edge.
Perfect for breaking her in—pain minimal at peak arousal.
Wang Yue eased out slowly.
"So huge!" A gasp rose as his cock fully emerged.
First full view for most (save Jiaojiao). Terrifying majesty.
"Big's what makes it good. Mom loves cuz's huge dick," Su Jiaojiao bragged. "She's experienced—trust her."
"Scary, though." Su Xiuer quailed—next up. "Maybe get me drunk first?"
"I'll go slow. Barely hurt." Wang Yue flipped her under him.
Deflowering? Smooth. Sober, he minimized pain better than drunk.
She transitioned girl-to-woman with little ache.
Hilted at her core, Wang Yue paused, sitting up with her astride—lotus position. "Gonna share a secret. Lips sealed—especially you, Jiaojiao. No blabbing."
"Me? Loose lips? Pfft." Su Jiaojiao huffed.
Sisters eyed her.
"...Fine, I'll try."
"No try—must." Wang Yue stern. "Leak this? Three families become humanity's pariahs. Endless hell."
"That bad?!" Su Jin'er paled. "Don't say it then. Safer unknown."
"Ties to you directly. Gotta know."
"I swear—die before spilling." Chu Mo vowed, touched. Trusting her with the families' fate? Everything.
"Me too." Su Jiaojiao solemn for once.
Wang Yue nodded. "Remember the dual cultivation technique I taught?"
Su Jin'er sharp: "Real practice... is this?"
"Bingo."
Su Xiuer gasped: "So every successful cultivator... fucked you?"
"Yup."
"Holy shit!" Su Jiaojiao reeled. "Three families—all in?"
"Plan, yeah. You're my soulmates. Irreplaceable."
"Uh, explain?" Chu Mo ventured, lost in cousin-speak.
Su Jin'er recapped the technique—nearly half the families' women already "successful."
"Thought I nabbed a sweet guy. Boarded a pirate ship instead." Chu Mo joked through shock.
Now she got it: one boy, family-wide incest? Scorn, attacks incoming.
But no regrets. Traditional to the core—husband's her world. And post-last night? Blindly his.
Su Xiuer fretted: "All of us? You'll wear out."
"Another secret: I'm eternally hard."
Su Xiuer snorted. "Bull. You came quick with Sis."
"But instant recharge. Feel." Wang Yue gripped her ass, grinding his rigid shaft inside. "Hard? Hard?"
"Rock-hard, lil bro... fuck, so good." Su Xiuer moaned. Sensation beat shared echo.
His stir made fresh-orgasmic Su Jin'er whimper too, her still-gaping bun pussy leaking anew.
After teasing, Wang Yue halted.
"Why stop?!" Su Xiuer whined, mid-bliss.
"Patience, sis. Run the technique—bliss x10." He guided her qi-link.
Seamless. He laid her back, legs over shoulders—missionary pounding.
"Way better... faster, bro? Love it..." Su Xiuer soared, greedy for more.
Miracle: her cultivation spiked Su Jin'er's shared pleasure too. Legs clenched, hips bucking like phantom-fucked.
Teaching Chu Mo? Handed to Jiaojiao—Su Jin'er too wrecked for words.
Su Xiuer—edging from Sis's echo—crested hard under Wang Yue's assault.
He amplified: torrents of cum blasted her climaxing core. Peak pleasure few ever taste.
Post-afterglow, Su Xiuer felt him soften. "Pull out—test the eternal hard-on."
"Sure." Slow withdrawal: flaccid shaft ballooned rigid.
Pop~
Turtlehead free with a lewd pop—full menacing glory, skyward and steel-hard.
"Cuz rocks!" Su Jiaojiao clapped.
Su Jin'er worried: "Bro, don't push. Even strong cultivators burn out overdoing it."
"Hey!" Su Jiaojiao bristled, dropping "Sis." "He fucked you once, Xiuer once—you got double bliss. Me and Mo Mo? Or doubt him?"
Chu Mo sided: "Jin's right. Hurts the body long-term."
"Sis, Mo Mo—sweet, but I'm different. Unlimited rounds, no drain."
"For real?" Su Jin'er eyed him—truthful, but...
"Ask Lil Aunt. Yacht days."
"How?" Su Jiaojiao perked.
"Cock buried 24/7. Hundreds of loads daily. Still kicking."
"24/7 nonstop? God-tier!" Su Jiaojiao idolized. "Sea trip soon? Take me!"
Su Jin'er skeptical—commed Su Mengqing.
"Jin'er? What's up?"
"Lil Aunt, I..." How to ask can he fuck nonstop 24/7?
Su Jiaojiao snatched: "Lil Aunt—Sis Jin'er asks: cuz says days of nonstop family-fucks, hundreds loads daily. True?"
Su Mengqing laughed. "True. Monster—unbreakable."
"Heard? Trust her." Wang Yue smirked.
"Brat, don't gloat—pace yourself." Su Mengqing warned. "Hurt 'em? Big Sis and Aunt'll tag-team you."
"No tag-team. Big Aunt's mine now."
"Nice. Push for Big Sis next—fuck freely then."
"Lil Aunt!" Sisters chorused. Wang Yue's "all women" was abstract.
Moms? Insane.
"Xiuer too? Always together." Su Mengqing teased. "Clear? Wang Yue fucks your moms too—big dick filial piety."
"No way!" Sisters synced.
"Why not? Hogging bliss? Unfilial—share the joy."
Su Jin'er cut the call, pensive.
"Lil Aunt's right," Su Jiaojiao mused. "Mom snuck dick, hid it—selfish. I'm young; Big Aunt? Mature needs. Nights alone while I get fucked? Sad."
"Enough." Su Xiuer sighed. "We stay out. Your conquest—your problem."
"No pimping moms." Su Jin'er added.
Silent Chu Mo: "Wang Yue—can your technique empower non-cultivators?"
Her mom, Xu Yanran—forty but thirty-ish beauty. Mortal. Aging inevitable.
Wang Yue pondered: "Jumped a newbie to Spirit Condensation. Untested on uncultivables—rare."
Chu Mo deflated. Greatest wish: mom cultivates, lives longer. Mother-son sharing? Fine.
But... mom's aura killed libido instantly. Cock limp on contact—how dual cultivate?
"Mo Mo Sis—want cuz's huge dick for your mom too?" Su Jiaojiao teased.
Chu Mo shook head. Freshly deflowered drunk—no real taste yet.
"Enough chatter—keep going." Su Jin'er grinned. "Jiaojiao griped I ignored you two. Proven? Your turn!"
"Yeah—can't just watch us sisters get railed." Su Xiuer voiced the subtext.
"Right, cuz! Drunk-fucks—no memory. Compensate proper." Su Jiaojiao bounced.
"No feel? You bucked like a pro—'harder, fuck me senseless!'" Wang Yue teased. "Mo Mo wrapped me tight."
Chu Mo blushed beet-red.
"Don't remember!" Su Jiaojiao shrugged.
"Fine, compensation." Wang Yue smiled sly. "But doubters? Punished."
Su Jiaojiao jumped. "Cuz! I backed you—no doubt!"
"True. Reward."
"What?" Eyes sparkling. "Fuck me first?"
Wang Yue shook head. "Punish with them."
"Lame reward." Su Jiaojiao sulked.
"Spill—what punishment? No freaky shit." Su Xiuer pressed.
"Freaky how?"
"Backdoor, S&M—nope."
"Xiuer knows her kinks," Wang Yue ribbed. Others nodded—Jiaojiao indifferent.
He roared laughing. "Relax—not my thing. Won't force."
Relief. Love made refusal hard—but good he skipped.
Unbeknownst: Wang Yue dug fun kinks—if consensual. Lil Aunt loved ass-spanks with fucks—pain-pleasure mix.
"Punishment: gym clothes. Aerobics show."
"That's it?" Su Jiaojiao griped—hoped wilder. Her wild streak craved novelty.
Sisters relaxed. Standard gym wear—even worn before him.
Chu Mo's gym stocked all sizes—even for Jiaojiao.
They changed privately, emerging one-by-one.
Su Jin'er, Su Xiuer, Chu Mo: black sets hugging curves—fit and sexy.
Su Jiaojiao: white loli-highlight, pure vibe. Personality? Opposite. But visuals slayed—beauty rules.
Wang Yue's gaze glued, lingering on Su sisters' crotches.
Tight pants + bun pussies? Perfection!
Those bulging mounds? Hotter than bare.
"Pervert—staring like that?" Su Xiuer pouted. Naked-fucked earlier? Still shy clothed.