Assists from All Sides
In the grand hall of the Zhang family manor in Tianhai, a large group of people had gathered.
Sitting at the center was a stern-looking middle-aged man, flanked by a young man in his twenties.
These two were none other than the current head of the Zhang family, Zhang Jianyuan, and his son, Zhang Lingtian.
Surrounding the father and son were a dozen men and women, while across from them, a man who appeared to be in his thirties was roaring in fury.
"Big Brother, Lingfeng may not be much of a success, but he's still your nephew! Just say it—are we avenging him or not?" the man bellowed.
Zhang Jianyuan rubbed his temples with a headache and said, "Jiancheng, calm down first. I didn't say we wouldn't avenge Lingfeng, but we need to discuss it properly."
"What's there to discuss? He's my only son, and now he's been crippled! How am I supposed to calm down?" Zhang Jiancheng roared.
Zhang Jianyuan frowned. "A fifteen-year-old boy who not only crippled Lingfeng but also one-shot two of his Heavenly Origin realm bodyguards—doesn't that strike you as odd?"
"What's so odd about it?" Zhang Jiancheng snapped, neck stiff with defiance. "I think the Jinling Zhangs are just scared of the fallout and exaggerated the story to cover their asses."
"But you saw the surveillance footage they sent. It was definitely that Wang Yue who did it," Zhang Jianyuan said helplessly.
"Big Brother, have you been out of touch with the mundane world too long?" Zhang Jiancheng shot back, eyes bloodshot. "With today's tech, faking a video is child's play."
At his words, many in the hall nodded subtly, finding his logic sound.
After all, killing two Heavenly Origin realm bodyguards meant the culprit was at least Heavenly Origin peak, if not a full Return to Truth realm powerhouse.
A fifteen-year-old at Heavenly Origin peak? Impossible.
Zhang Jianyuan turned to the man at the far end of the table. "Zhang Hong, what do you think?"
"Family Head, I've crossed paths with that Wang Yue. He doesn't seem like a Heavenly Origin realm powerhouse at all, so I support Second Master's view," a burly middle-aged man stood and declared. It was none other than Zhang Hong, whom Wang Yue had encountered on that island.
Zhang Jiancheng didn't take kindly to the support. He lunged forward, grabbing Zhang Hong's collar. "You saw Wang Yue—why didn't you kill him then? If you'd done it, my son wouldn't be crippled now!"
With Zhang Hong's strength, he could have flung Zhang Jiancheng off effortlessly, but their status gap made it impossible. He could only smile wryly. "As I said before, they were live-streaming, and the footage of our encounter spread everywhere. Killing them then would have screamed to the world that we did it."
"So what? Some pissant from a minor Jinling family—kill 'em and be done. You think the Martial Alliance would bother us over that?" Zhang Jiancheng sneered. "You're just a coward hiding behind 'family interests'."
"Second Uncle, you're wronging Uncle Hong," Zhang Lingtian interjected. "I ordered him not to touch the Jinling group that day. Blame me if you must."
"I wasn't blaming him—just venting frustration," Zhang Jiancheng released Zhang Hong with a sullen mutter. He knew his brother well: a little tantrum and scapegoating a subordinate? Tolerable. But offending Zhang Lingtian, his brother's prized heir? Suicide.
"Thank you, Young Master," Zhang Hong bowed with a martial salute. Seeing Zhang Lingtian's smile, he sighed inwardly.
This young master lacked Zhang Lingfeng's outright stupidity but had only petty cunning. Narrow-minded, he knew how to buy loyalty, but his methods were crude.
Like last time: his order to act, overridden by Zhang Hong. He'd faced plenty of flak then, yet now shouldered the blame himself.
Carrot and stick—decent in theory, but clumsy to a veteran like Zhang Hong.
Loyal to the Zhangs, Zhang Lingtian could berate him all he wanted; Zhang Hong saw it as fair after defying orders.
But this show of magnanimity screamed distrust, potentially alienating him from the family.
Zhang Hong wouldn't betray over this, but the young master? Deeply disappointing.
Zhang Jianyuan scanned the room, silencing murmurs. "If the Jinling Zhangs sent fake footage, the waters there run deeper than we thought. We must investigate thoroughly. Who volunteers for Jinling?"
Zhang Jiancheng opened his mouth, then closed it. Lazy in cultivation, he was barely Heavenly Origin peak, propped up by pills. Jinling might be backwater to him, but it hid Return to Truth bigshots.
Revenge mattered, but survival more. Even a whiff of danger? No thanks.
The others stayed silent too. Jinling? A backwater waste of time.
Moments later, Zhang Hong stood. "Family Head, Young Master Lingfeng's mishap is partly my fault. Let me investigate Jinling."
"This..." Zhang Jianyuan hesitated. He distrusted Zhang Hong.
From a distant branch line, nearly out of kinship range, yet his talent and wits shone. From a flawed core manual, he'd reached Return to Truth.
His prestige among branches was immense— a call, and followers would swarm.
A threat to the main line, however small.
Worse, in his forties, he clung to "principles." Dirty jobs? Half-hearted: kills spared, roots untorn. Unreliable.
Reject outright? Risk exposing distrust, sparking trouble.
As Zhang Jianyuan wavered, the hall doors burst open with a bang. A man in his twenties strode in.
"Second Ancestor!" The crowd rose, bowing respectfully—no rebuke for rudeness.
The Zhangs stood firm in Tianhai as one of four great families thanks to three Mortal Shedding realm powerhouses.
The strongest: Mortal Shedding 5th layer mid-stage, the Old Ancestor.
Second: this "youth," over a century old, Mortal Shedding 2nd layer early-stage—Second Ancestor.
Third: Mortal Shedding 1st layer late-stage.
These three outranked even the family head.
"Why wasn't I told about Lingfeng?" Second Ancestor waved them up, frowning.
Zhang Lingfeng was a playboy few liked, but Second Ancestor? He saw his younger self in the boy.
Plus, the kid knew how to please: fresh virgins delivered discreetly.
No more kid? No more girls.
Couldn't hunt himself—other families, or even Old Ancestor, would pounce.
"Second Ancestor, we're discussing it now. We'll report once Lingfeng's retrieved," Zhang Jianyuan said deferentially.
"Second Ancestor, you must avenge Lingfeng!" Zhang Jiancheng knelt, hugging his leg, sobbing snot and tears.
Second Ancestor kicked him away in disgust. "No need to discuss. I'll fetch Lingfeng and avenge him myself."
"This..." Zhang Jianyuan hesitated again. Second Ancestor was a pillar; Jinling trip safe, but handle exploitable.
"Enough. It's settled." Second Ancestor waved impatiently. "Who comes with me?"
"Second Ancestor, I'll go!" Five stood: two Return to Truth, three Heavenly Origin.
Alone to Jinling? No gain. With him? Thigh-hugging gold.
"Fine, you five. We leave now!"
"Can't wait till morning—thinking of Lingfeng suffering in Jinling pains me," Second Ancestor waved, leading them out.
Outside, fury vanished; a lewd grin replaced it.
Jinling? Beauty haven, especially three families—beauties galore.
Martial Alliance blocked before; now, perfect excuse.
Soon, six boarded a flyer toward Jinling: three Heavenly Origin, two Return to Truth, one Mortal Shedding.
Sweeping Jinling? Trivial.
Yet mere fraction of one great family's power. Gap between normal and super cities? Stark.
Ten thousand li away, but flyer speed meant Jinling by dawn latest.
Three families faced potential doom.
Meanwhile, Wang Yue played with Su Jin'er and the others till evening, then drove the two cousins and one cousin back to the Su Family Estate before taking Chu Mo downtown alone.
No sooner had Su Jin'er and Su Xiuer arrived home than their mother, Su Mengyun, summoned them.
"Mom, what is it?" Entering her residence, they saw her seated sternly in the living room, hearts uneasy.
They revered her; today's mischief didn't help, though they doubted she'd notice. Still, guilt gnawed.
Su Mengyun eyed her daughters, mind drifting to yesterday afternoon...
After solitary reflection, she'd visited Wang Yuyao.
"Big Sis, what brings you?" Wang Yuyao led her to the living room, puzzled. Good terms, but rare visits.
"Nothing much. Free this afternoon, thought we'd chat," Su Mengyun smiled. "Yue'er finally grown, so strong. I can breathe easy."
Yeah, grown huge—even his aunt can't contain it.
Recalling her nephew's monster, unsatisfied after three orgasms that morning, Wang Yuyao's core stirred.
But she shook her head. "Grown? Still a kid, tons to learn."
"True, his burdens heavier than mine," Su Mengyun sighed. "Take the Zhangs stirring, possibly colluding with Tianhai forces. Tough hurdle."
"No sweat. With Yue'er and your cousin-in-law aunt, Zhangs are nothing," Wang Yuyao dismissed.
Her "cousin-in-law aunt": Shen Siying, Chen Lingwei from Chen family, her husband's cousin's wife.
Su Mengyun less optimistic. "What if Tianhai sends Return to Truth peak, or stronger?"
"Impossible. Martial Alliance isn't decoration," Wang Yuyao said. "If Jinling worth that, big powers would've moved by now."
Su Mengyun agreed inwardly—paving for laxity.
Wang Yuyao and Yue'er felt off, especially her post-glow that morning: freshly fucked.
"Fair point. Maybe overthinking," Su Mengyun smiled, shifting. "Yuyao, girl talk: Su family owes you."
"Nonsense. Great here—mom-in-law and you treat me well. Content," Wang Yuyao smiled.
"We're women; can't fulfill everything," Su Mengyun said. "My brother, even before vanishing, never home. Couldn't grasp then; these three years, I get it. How'd you endure?"
"Just did," Wang Yuyao flushed. Half-month ago, she'd rage: Damn right, your brother's the asshole.
Now, cheating with nephew? Guilty.
Face betrayed her; Su Mengyun's suspicions solidified.
"True, men optional. Self-satisfy," Su Mengyun winked conspiratorially. "Yuyao, you're experienced—show me your stash?"
"Stash?" Wang Yuyao blinked.
"Y'know, lonely nights, toys."
Enlightened: "Oh, fake dicks."
"Yeah. Bet you got plenty. Share?" Su Mengyun urged. "No shame—I've some too these years."
"Pfft, no biggie." Wang Yuyao led to bedroom, opened nightstand bottom drawer: toys galore.
"Whoa~ This big?!" Su Mengyun grabbed largest dildo, gasping. Dusty—long unused.
Wang Yuyao scoffed. "This? Big?"
"Not? Seventeen-eighteen cm!" Su Mengyun gawked. "Shoved in? Splits you!"
"Meh, average." Wang Yuyao pitied her admired sis-in-law: gorgeous, stacked, yet dildo-bound.
Eying it, then Wang Yuyao's disdain: "Yue'er's bigger?"
"Duh. Maxed, twenty..." Wang Yuyao caught herself, panicking at Su Mengyun.
"You and Yue'er..." Su Mengyun sighed gravely. "As aunt, how could you?"
Outed, Wang Yuyao shrugged. "Didn't plan to, but his throbbing monster... Couldn't resist, seduced him."
"That big?" Su Mengyun blurted.
Animated, Wang Yuyao gestured: "Rock-hard iron rod, this thick, this long—fucks your saucy pussy to death."
Bluntness flushed Su Mengyun. "Drop it. I'll keep quiet—for Yue'er, you, stop. Can't hide forever."
Wang Yuyao shook head. "Sorry, Yun-jie. Know it's wrong, but no Yue'er-fucked pussy forever? Can't live."
"Nonsense. Endured years sans man," Su Mengyun incredulous. Men? Meh, toys better.
"Pre-Yue'er, yes. Post? No. Without him, unbearable."
"That magical?"
"Yun-jie, ever felt pussy stuffed full, cock in womb?"
"No."
"Fucked senseless, piss-continent?"
"No."
"Endless orgasms till blackout?"
"No."
"Cumming while creampied womb-deep till flooded?"
"No." Su Mengyun skeptical. "Womb-full? Impossible volume."
"Yue'er does. Try yourself."
"Absurd!" Blushing furiously, but aroused. Woman in prime, craving peak pleasure denied.
Wang Yuyao's tales transcended imagination—ecstasy unimaginable.
If Yue'er delivered... Understood.
"Not absurd. That's it," Wang Yuyao said. "Told you 'cause you're kind. Fucked by Yue'er? Lucky as women."
"Me with Yue'er...?" Su Mengyun's heart raced.
"Why not? I'm auntie, you're auntie—widowed. God's gift: monster dick for us."
"Ridiculous!" Burning, she fled. "Busy—bye."
Meant to probe/confront; fled first. Chaos reigned.
Nights, words haunted, disrupting cultivation, soaking thighs.
Till morning's shocking news restored crisis-focus.
Back to present, eyeing fidgety daughters: "Always with Yue'er?"
"Yeah, why?" Cautious.
Sigh. "Together, why not stop him?"
"Drunk. Didn't want to," Su Xiuer bold. Out anyway.
"Yue'er's young, fine. You two over twenty—immature?" Su Mengyun anguished. "Trouble for three families? Cataclysm!"
"Careful, secret—no one knows," Su Xiuer mumbled.
Su Mengyun laughed bitterly. "Public act? Jinling unified secret-keepers?"
Su Xiuer dazed: Private gym fuck—public?
Su Jin'er tugged: "Mom, Zhang resort?"
"Yes. Else?" Nod.
Relief flooded—not cousin-fuckery.
Su Xiuer eased: "Mom, Zhang Lingfeng's arrogance—vomit-worthy. Bro spared him."
"Invites Tianhai revenge," Su Mengyun helpless.
Su Jin'er: "Colluding already—wouldn't spare sans cripple."
"True, but provokes—no buffer," Su Mengyun. "Done. Remember: curb Yue'er's impulses."
"Got it, Mom." Relief: "Bye?"
"Wait!" Suspicious. "Nervous first, relaxed on resort? Hiding worse?"
"No! None!" Frenzied denial.
Heightened doubt. Replay: Drunk, no-stop—not resort. Post-incident impropriety.
Post-wine romp!
Pre-Yuyao intel, unthinkable—Yue'er pure fifteen.
Now? Aunt-fucker. Cousins next?
"No-spread fine"—shameful indeed.
Scrutinizing: Virgin-loss changes subtle, fresh even less.
But stance off: Normally ramrod, legs tight—perfect stems.
Now parted—Jin'er half-foot.
Yue'er's fault: Identical bun pussies thrilled him; morning 1v4, pounded hardest. Swollen, afternoon-unhealed.
Jin'er: overnight impale, worse.
"Lift skirts—show."
Thud hearts: Busted.
Obey: Inch up hems.
Legs divine: lithe, jade-smooth, ivory-sculpted.
No halt: Full lift.
As suspected: Thigh-gap, panties taut over overripe white tiger bun pussies—inherited.
Familiar intimately—even bed-sharing.
"Swollen?"
Caught: Su Xiuer confessed. "Bro-fucked."
Su Jin'er nodded.
Guessed, but voiced? Shock. "How dare you!"
Gentle Su Jin'er stepped up: "Mom, wrong—but love him forever."
"He's brother!"
"Cousins fine private—no marriage," Su Xiuer defiant.
Firmness headacheed Su Mengyun. "No! Calling Yan'er—rein her son!"
"Mom, no!" Su Jin'er. "Our initiative."
"You? Too pure—wouldn't initiate," Su Mengyun. "He bullied. Drunk, couldn't stop—right?"
"No." Plan-risk: Su Jin'er. "Truth: Saw him with Jiaojiao, tipsy, horny—joined."
"Jiaojiao too...?" Bitter: Su girls trio conquered. "You four with him..."
"Five—Chu Mo," Su Xiuer spilled.
Knew friend: Sigh. "So foolish."
"Smart! Prime man—miss, regret lifetime," Su Xiuer.
"A fifteen-year-old kid... a man?!" She was irked at Yue'er; her obedient daughters were ruined, now defying her.
"Age irrelevant. Strong, tender, bed-beast—manliest," Su Xiuer caressed bun pussy reminiscing.
Yuyao-echo: Fury to curiosity. This kid that potent?
"Jin'er: Shadow-relation beyond love?"
Blush: "Xiuer said."
"Youth conquered by sex?" Helpless—star daughters fangirls?
"Not us—too blissful," Su Xiuer dreamy. "Stuffed full, pounding waves—unimaginable pre. No more? Life joyless."
Su Jin'er nodded.
Silence. Second "can't live sans Yue'er sex"—trusted three.
Strongwoman, but flesh-blood: ripe, peak-needy, intense.