Filial Offspring
Su Jin'er suddenly recalled the last time she and her sister, along with Chu Mo, had appeared before him in their fitness clothes. She couldn't help but ask, "Little brother, be honest—last time here, were you sneaking peeks at us?"
"Sneaking peeks? Hell, back then, I wanted to grab you all and fuck you senseless," Wang Yue chuckled. "Especially seeing the outline of your sisters' bun pussies—my big dick got so hard it nearly exploded. I had to clamp my legs together just to keep from embarrassing myself in front of you."
Su Jin'er, Su Xiuer, and even the tomboyish Su Jiaojiao had all fretted plenty over their bun pussies in the past. Going out meant wearing skirts to hide them, which wasn't exactly pleasant.
But now they realized Wang Yue actually loved it, and a wave of relief washed over them.
Su Jiaojiao even asked outright, "Cousin, you really like bun pussies that much?"
"Of course. It's the sexiest pussy shape in the world, and fucking one feels incredible," Wang Yue nodded. "That fat, soft grip wrapping tight around your big dick—it's unreal. Too bad you girls will never know what it's like."
"But we get to experience yourbig dick, cousin," Su Jiaojiao shot back. "If there's a next life and I can choose, I'll still be your cousin—and you'll fuck my bun pussy again."
Su Xiuer and Su Jin'er weren't as bold as Su Jiaojiao, but their thoughts clearly mirrored hers.
Only Chu Mo sighed in disappointment. "Out of the four of us, I'm the only one without a bun pussy."
"But you've got the best figure," Wang Yue said at once. "Besides, I like you—the whole package, not just the pussy. If she's not a woman I want, even a perfect pussy wouldn't turn my head."
This wasn't just Wang Yue consoling her. The Su sisters were stunning, sure, but Chu Mo edged them out.
Fitness training didn't do much for martial artists, but it had its perks. Chu Mo's constant workouts had honed her body to perfection for her age: perky breasts—not huge, but firm—an A4 waist, a round and perky ass, and legs that could rival his little aunt's.
Wang Yue's praise melted away Chu Mo's gloom. She immediately led the Su sisters through the calisthenics routine she'd devised with Su Jin'er and Su Xiuer.
Su Jiaojiao was a quick study as a martial artist, mastering it in no time.
Calisthenics weren't much to watch—unless the performers were drop-dead gorgeous stunners.
Let alone four of them together.
This was exactly when Wang Yue's urges for his cousin sisters hit hardest.
Now they were his, fresh from writhing beneath him. How was he supposed to hold back?
But he'd just fucked his two cousin sisters. Picking them again would be playing favorites.
So with a pounce, Wang Yue scooped Su Jiaojiao into his arms. "Jiaojiao, cousin can't take it anymore. I'm fucking you right now!"
Su Jiaojiao had waited ages for this. She threw her arms around him and yelled, "Bro, fuck me! Fuck me to death!"
Wang Yue lifted her, her limbs wrapping around him like a vine. His fingers sliced open the crotch of her fitness pants, baring her pale, tender white tiger bun pussy. He lined up his big dick with her slit and eased in slow.
Even after last night, Su Jiaojiao struggled with his oversized big dick. Wang Yue worked in and out patiently until he filled her tight little pussy completely.
"Jiaojiao, start circulating the technique," Wang Yue reminded her. They synced their true qi in short order.
Now adjusted, Su Jiaojiao urged him on. "Bro, I'm good—fuck me!"
Wang Yue thrust away.
Su Jiaojiao had imagined bliss with her cousin a thousand times, but the reality short-circuited her brain with indescribable pleasure.
She could only cling to his neck, her little ass grinding wildly side to side, matching his rhythm to vent her skyrocketing ecstasy.
…
Only as noon approached did Wang Yue finally wrap up this emperor-and-four-concubines romp.
After his morning's tireless plowing, the four women weren't just sexually sated—they'd rocketed in cultivation, breaking into the Heavenly Origin Realm with exceptionally pure true qi. Experience aside, they were top-tier there.
Absorbing the virgin Yuan Yin from four beauties—and three blood cousins—pushed Wang Yue to the peak of Return to Truth Realm eighth layer, his true qi purity surging too.
After cleaning up the morning's battlefield, Wang Yue led his drained beauties from the gym. They grabbed a bite outside, then drove to the Su Family Base.
"Wang Yue, you've seen a lot. Ever met a woman who's naturally sexually frigid?" In the car, Chu Mo probed cautiously.
After a morning's marathon with Wang Yue, tasting true womanly joy, her mindset had shifted.
She'd started wanting true qi for her mom. Now? If cultivation was impossible, at least let her savor life's pleasures.
And no one fit the bill like Wang Yue—only his monstrous stamina could withstand her mom's special aura.
Sharing a man with her mom? She didn't care anymore. Nothing mattered more than Mom's happiness.
Besides, learning of Wang Yue's women, Chu Mo thought: So what if it's mother-daughter?
Wang Yuyao and Su Jiaojiao were aunt-niece—blood-related, even—and they shared him. Why not her and Mom?
Wang Yue saw right through her intent. And Xu Yanran, that prime mature beauty? He'd lusted after her plenty. No way he'd pass up this gift.
He feigned hesitation, then said, "Yeah. And worse ones who affect others too."
"How?" Chu Mo pressed.
"Anyone close to her gets hit by her aura—sex drive tanks, no arousal possible," Wang Yue explained.
Just like Mom!
Chu Mo never suspected he meant her mother—Wang Yue couldn't know that secret.
She just wanted to know if he could overcome it. "So you gave up on her?"
"Hell no," Wang Yue grinned. "Pure Yang body here—her yin aura? No effect. Instead, my yang qi flipped her. Frigid to slutty. Sluttier than you girls this morning."
"You little perv, shut up! We weren't slutty!" Su Jin'er flushed, spitting. But remembering their morning—fucked senseless in every position, moaning filth under his lead—she burned with shame.
Su Jiaojiao, unfazed, asked curiously, "Who is she, anyway?"
"Can't say," Wang Yue said seriously. "You're all my women, but I respect your privacy. Bedroom secrets stay between us—unless she tells you, or... heh, you join us."
He dodged their curiosity, but they approved.
Chu Mo's heart leaped: If he tamed that woman, he could tame Mom—maybe even dual cultivate her into a martial artist.
"Can you dual cultivate with her?"
"Yep. Effects are even better," Wang Yue bullshitted. "First time bumped her to mid-Heavenly Origin—more than you girls."
So she was already a martial artist. Not like Mom.
Still, just the pleasure would be bliss for her.
Chu Mo resolved: Hook them up ASAP.
Chu Mo's devotion to her mom was filial gold—offering her boyfriend's big dick to please her. Twenty-fifth paragon of filial piety!
At the base, Su Quan—the boss—greeted them. The Su generation had only Su Jin'er, Su Xiuer, and Su Jiaojiao as girls; Wang Yue, the prized nephew, rounded out the heirs.
They got the red-carpet treatment.
"Jin'er, Xiuer, Jiaojiao—it's been ages," Su Quan said casually, no formality needed.
"Quān Grandma, we're here for you," Su Jin'er hugged her arm, grinning. Technically "great-aunt," but Su naming customs made her "aunt-granny."
Su Quan chuckled. "Xiuer, sweet as ever after all this time."
"Grandma, I'm Xiuer—that's Jin'er," Su Xiuer pouted.
Su Quan blinked. The twins were identical—even their mom struggled. Jin'er was the gentle one, Xiuer the bubbly sweet-talker. Now reversed?
Su Jin'er stuck out her tongue. "Just joking, Grandma. Don't tell me you're shocked."
"Jin'er rarely jokes. Spill—what's got you so happy?" Su Quan smiled.
Happy? She'd confessed to her beloved cousin, been fucked to heaven, cultivation soared. Ecstatic!
But not for Su Quan. Su Jin'er glanced at Wang Yue. "Super happy! We found little brother a great wife."
Su Quan eyed Chu Mo.
"Great-aunt, meet Chu Mo—my girlfriend," Wang Yue said.
"Hello, Quān Grandma." Chu Mo bowed martial-style.
"Good girl, such a beauty—great vibe. Good eye, Yue'er," Su Quan beamed. "Chu Mo... sounds familiar. One of Jinling's Twelve Beauties with the twins?"
"Grandma, don't bring up that embarrassing nickname," Su Jin'er flushed. "Just bored people talking."
"Why not? It's recognition," Su Quan said. "Young folks should flaunt it. Don't be like your second aunt—Jinling's top Absolute. Too low-key, no socializing... she could've married better, skipped the hardship."
Wang Yue's face darkened. "Great-aunt, c'mon. If Mom married 'better,' no me or Xin'er."
Su Quan apologized with a smile but pressed: "Just unfair to her. With her looks, top man in the world. Instead, that bastard Wang Jing ruined her life."
Wang Yue sighed. Elder—Mom called her aunt. He endured the "bastard" dad jab.
And he agreed: Dad didn't deserve Mom.
But hey, he was here. "She got me—the world's best son. Don't worry, Great-aunt. I'll make her happier than ever, compensate thirty years' loss. Happiest mom, most blissful woman."
To Su Quan, it was sweet—proud of Mengyan's boy. "World's best son"? Fair—fifteen-year-old Return to Truth boss.
But the girls gaped, horrified.
They'd glossed over Su Mengyan in his "all women" boast—his mom.
Now? "Happiest mom" fine, but "most blissful woman"?
This little perv wouldn't...
Su Quan missed it, saying to Wang Yue, "You know about thirty years ago, then. Sigh—if I hadn't been away, I'd have talked sense. Don't hate your grandpa too much—he did it for the family."
"I get it, Great-aunt." Wang Yue nodded. Past was past. Boost strength, check on second aunt—priority.
Chat wrapped, Su Xiuer asked, "Grandma, is Aunt Yan busy? We need her."
"Knew you wouldn't visit this old hag otherwise," Su Quan huffed.
Su Xiuer hugged her quick. "Wrong, Grandma! Brother could've come alone—we missed you. And you're not old—strangers would call you our sister. Right, brother?"
"Spot on. I call you Great-aunt to your face, but in my heart? Quān-sis. Scared of a beating," Wang Yue grinned.
"Quān-sis? Cheeky brat—deserves a smack!" Su Quan scolded, inwardly blooming. Unmarried, all-in on Su family. Dreamyun, Mengyan grew under her; these grandkids? Grandkids' kisses hit hardest. She loved their sass.
"Fangfei’s in the lab, probably free. Go," Su Quan said. Busy base boss—enjoyed the kids, but duty called. She shooed them after a bit.
"Smooth talker," Su Xiuer whispered en route to the lab. "Quān-sis? Next, lover-sis?"
"What's wrong with that? Great-aunt's hot, killer figure, mature, adores me. Normal to fall for her," Wang Yue admitted shamelessly.
"Horny dog—every beauty's fuck-toy?" Su Xiuer griped. She accepted his harem, but endless growth? As big sis, curb the slutting.
"Men want all beauties," Wang Yue joked, then serious: "Relax. Won't fuck every pretty face—needs feelings. Outside our three families, I won't chase many."
Su Jin'er recalled his Su Quan words, brow furrowing. "Brother, honest: you eyeing Mom too?"
No lies. Wang Yue nodded solemnly. "Yep. Even without her ancient-modern top beauty driving me mad, even if plain? I'd still do it."
Su Jin'er, Su Xiuer, Chu Mo stared like he was a freak.
Su Jiaojiao nodded understandingly. "I'd do the same."
"Jiaojiao!" Su Jin'er glared—too indulgent, spoils him.
"Sis, hear me out," Su Jiaojiao said rarely serious. "You're smart, just fucked cousin—can't see the obvious?"
"What?" Su Jin'er puzzled. Sure, fucking him was peak joy—but mother-son? No.
Chu Mo got it. "Jin'er, your cultivation now?"
Su Jin'er jolted. Right—fucking him boosted cultivation fast. Higher realm, longer life.
If he skipped Mom, decades on: all young, her dead from low cultivation. Unacceptable.
Su Jiaojiao grinned. "Get it, sis? Cousin's no perv—true filial son."
"I see, brother—sorry." Su Jin'er flushed guiltily.
Su Xiuer felt it too—same thoughts as sis.
Not their fault—overcare hid the lifespan key.
Wang Yue laughed. "No worries, sis. Just don't spill my wolfish ambitions to Mom."
"Never," Su Jin'er vowed.
Su Xiuer: "And if needed, we'll smooth-talk second... third aunt."
Habit—twenty years "second aunt," now third.
"Nah, I'll handle," Wang Yue declined. To claim Mom fully? True qi spark her lust. But he savored the slow burn—didn't want to rush.
The sisters nodded, but pondered: Little aunt's idea... viable.
Wang Yue filial to his mom; they'd be to theirs—no early death from low cultivation.
And curiosity stirred: Mom writhing under him? Begging like them?
They idolized/feared Mom growing up. Youthful rebellion: queen to slut, fucked begging by cousin's big dick?
In Yan Fangfei's lab, she pondered alone, oblivious to their entry.
They waited silently.
Finally, she surfaced, eyes flickering at Wang Yue—then flat. "You're here."
Knowing her, straight to purpose.
"Simple," Yan Fangfei nodded. "You girls out. Wang Yue stays—assist."
Tech guru her. Girls removed wrist comms, set on bench, exited.
Wang Yue pulled his from spatial ring, handed over. "Aunt Yan, what do you need?"
Yan Fangfei turned, hiked lab coat to waist, bent over bench, ass up. " Fuck pussy."
Wang Yue's breath hitched. Under the coat: black pantyhose, no panties.
Crotchless—ten-cm hole baring skin and her mature, tender saucy pussy.
Black silk, snow skin, rosy slit—erotic glow. Heart raced.
Past Yan Fangfei wasn't like this—prepped for him.
Intent and pose? Perfect. Pity her robotic tone—like fucking someone else.
"Careful—my comm has anomaly software. Might linger," Wang Yue cautioned. Paranoid on this—his women untouchable.
"Special signal." Yan Fangfei terse, ass wiggling. "Fuck me quick."
Lab signal unique—normals blocked.
Reassured, Wang Yue stripped below, pressed behind, rubbing big dick on her slit. "Won't this mess your focus?"
"Gentle fuck—sharpens mind." She dove into his comm, fingers flying virtual keys.
Her pussy wept juices from his grind. Body/mind split—her specialty.
Wang Yue shrugged, slid in, slow thrusts.
Yan Fangfei focused screen, hands blurring.
Body auto-wriggled, perfectly angling for deepest itch-scratch.
Amused, Wang Yue stilled—arms crossed, human post. Watch.
She rocked back/forth, saucy pussy milking leisurely, eyes/hands unchanged.
Wang Yue chilled, full-auto bliss.
Short-lived. Final code in, she shut comm, glanced back. "Random thrust now safe."
"Theirs?" Wang Yue nodded at girls' comms.
"Program in yours. Transmit install." More words. "Fuck hard! Now!"
Done—no focus worry. Wang Yue gripped her silk-sheathed fat ass, pounded fierce.
Half-hour: six positions, six squirting orgasms—five-min pace, nonstop—till she broke.
They exited together, grabbing Wang Yue's custom gadgets.
Girls rushed up. "Done?"
"Trivial for Aunt Yan—couple minutes," Wang Yue grinned.
"Then why so long?" Su Jiaojiao blinked.
Wang Yue deadpanned Yan-style: "Fuck pussy."
"Aunt Yan too...?" Su Xiuer gasped hand-to-mouth. Sisters stunned.
Yan Fangfei: emotionless robot, ignored all but Su Mengyun.
Now his.
Under stares, Yan Fangfei unchanged—no blush—but nodded greeting.
Huge. Integrating into his family.
Wang Yue thrilled. Effort counted—heart mattered.
Su sisters thumbs-upped inwardly. Even Su Mengyun couldn't shift her.
But fucked to ecstasy? No woman resists.
Returned comms, sent anti-prox software.
Installed, Su Jiaojiao: "Aunt Yan, remote spy version? Monitor others?"
Yan pondered. "Possible."
"Really?" Wang Yue perked. "Remote by number—auto-install?"
Ponder. "Time needed."
"How long?"
"Full effort: two years."
Wang Yue deflated—two years, it'd leak publicly, firewalls follow.
Useless.
Still, awe for her.
That leaker's team? Months/years in. Big group.
Her solo? Same time. Top tech otaku earned it!
"Forget it. Better uses for two years," Wang Yue mused. "Aunt Yan, focus defensive gear."
Stronger he got, stronger foes. Not alone—protect them. Defense gear priority.
Best defense offense? Too risky for his women.
Shield them; he attacks.
Yan Fangfei robotic outside, wifey inside—obeyed.
Su Jiaojiao teased, "Cousin, still 'Aunt Yan'? This close?"
"We're close too—why cousin?" Wang Yue countered.
"You are," she giggled. "Mom and I? Fucking blood cousin amps thrill. Husband? Less."
Su Jin'er/Su Xiuer blushed—same rush when he called "sis" mid-fuck.
Less bold, unspoken.
Wang Yue: "Same. Fucking sis/aunt/niece? Extra kick."
Chu Mo sighed—lost again. No bun pussy, no blood tie.
Seeing it, Wang Yue whispered, "You could. Play daughter mid-fuck, call me Daddy—huge turn-on."
"Pah! No way!" Chu Mo blushed crimson. But: hook Mom, she becomes stepdaughter? Viable.
Firmed: Drag Mom in.
Done, Yan sated—research hermit, no company needed. Wang Yue's crew bid farewell to her and Su Quan, left base.
Pre-2 PM, no rush home. Wang Yue took cousins and Chu Mo sightseeing nearby.
The suburban views were mediocre at best, but since she was satiated with love, she remained glued to his side. If he wanted to sit in a wasteland for the entire afternoon, she would be perfectly fine with it.
While Wang Yue frolicked happily, Tianhai's Zhang family boiled.
Zhang Lingfeng beaten—confirmed: crippled. Meridians shattered, true qi gone. No martial future.
Not heir's son, but core blood—dad was current patriarch's brother.
Zhang face: crippled in podunk Jinling? No thunderous revenge, no Tianhai standing.