Jealous Mom
Sex drive was like the devil—lurking quietly most of the time, no big deal. But once ignited, it was damn near impossible to suppress.
Yesterday, thanks to Wang Yuyao's vivid description, Su Mengyun's long-buried lust had already started to flare up, and it hadn't gotten any release.
Now, hearing her daughters' words, she suddenly felt like Wang Yuyao and the girls weren't entirely wrong. Hell, she was even a little envious of them.
Right then, Su Jin'er dropped another bombshell: "Mom, you know that technique our little brother taught us? He didn't actually tell us the whole thing. The way we were doing it before—palms pressed together like that—we could never have succeeded in cultivating it."
"Then what does it take?" Su Mengyun asked instinctively.
"It's a dual cultivation technique. You have to be joined together, man and woman as one, to practice it," Su Jin'er explained. "Not only does it boost your cultivation at an insane speed, but it multiplies the pleasure tenfold too."
"Yeah, yeah! After little brother fucked us all morning, Sis and I are already at the Heavenly Origin Realm!" Su Xiuer boasted proudly.
Su Mengyun's heart jolted. She suddenly said, "Come on, tell Mom exactly how that brat bullied you two. Every detail."
The sisters exchanged a glance, both seeing the spark of triumph in the other's eyes: Success!
That was why they'd gone all out praising Wang Yue's sexual prowess and describing their own ecstasy after Mom caught them—they wanted to chip away at her defenses, spark her curiosity and arousal, all to help their little brother conquer her.
And damn, the results were better than expected.
Su Xiuer was the better talker, so she took the lead, with Su Jin'er chiming in. They started from how their little brother had them change into tight outfits so he could admire the outline of their bun pussies, then detailed his massive cock—how powerful it was, how incredible it felt thrusting inside their saucy pussies... They painted every filthy moment with words, laying it all out for their mom.
Meanwhile, after dropping Chu Mo off at home, Wang Yue didn't go into her little villa.
Not that he didn't want to—it was Chu Kuo who shooed him away at the door.
He wasn't thrilled, but Wang Yue didn't hold it against the man. From Chu Kuo's standpoint, cutting ties made sense.
After all, he'd publicly crippled Zhang Lingfeng last night. To anyone watching, the three great families were doomed. Associating with them would just drag others down too.
For Chu Mo's sake, Wang Yue let it slide and drove off from the Chu family villa district.
Back inside, Chu Kuo told Chu Mo, who was chatting with Xu Yanran in the living room, "Go to your room. No seeing Wang Yue again without my permission."
Xu Yanran frowned. "You still planning to lock her up?"
"Damn right. And that Wang Yue's banned from the house from now on." Chu Kuo's tone was ironclad, but he paused and added, "The kid's stirred up a shitstorm. If Mo Mo sticks with him, the whole Chu family could go down in flames!"
Chu Mo hadn't wanted to argue—Wang Yue had predicted this reaction and told her not to make waves with her dad. Once he handled things, it'd blow over.
But hearing that, she couldn't hold back. She said coldly, "You saw with your own eyes, heard with your own ears why Wang Yue broke the sky open. And now you want me to cut ties? Is that what a man's supposed to do?"
"You..." Chu Kuo fumed, but he had no comeback.
Xu Yanran, unaware of last night's events, asked, "Mo Mo, what the hell happened?"
Chu Mo didn't hide it. She recounted everything from the Zhang family resort.
Xu Yanran was even more impressed with her almost-son-in-law. Like her daughter, she scorned Chu Kuo's cowardice: Wang Yue had crippled Zhang Lingfeng to stand up for Chu Mo, yet the Chu family was shrinking back, leaving him to face it alone.
Seeing their disdain, Chu Kuo sighed. "If it was just us three, I'd stand with Wang Yue without a second thought, fight side by side. But I've got the whole Chu family behind me—the rise and fall of dozens of lives hangs on my call. I can't be reckless."
"Gilding the lily is easy; sending charcoal in the snow is hard. I've said my piece—your choice." Chu Mo headed upstairs. "I'll go to my room. Don't trouble yourself."
Chu Kuo gave a wry smile. He knew damn well siding with the three families now would be true loyalty. If they won, the Chu family's rewards would be massive.
But could they win?
Maybe—nothing was absolute. But the odds? Less than one percent.
He couldn't bet the entire Chu family on that. So he steeled himself, watching as Chu Mo entered her room and locked the door before he left.
Xu Yanran sighed, sitting frozen.
She wanted to back her daughter, but as a non-martial artist, she was powerless in this world.
"Mom, what're you thinking?" Chu Mo's voice suddenly whispered in her ear.
"Nothing, just spacing out." Xu Yanran replied casually, then froze. She turned. "How'd you get out? That lock's busted?"
Chu Mo sat beside her mom, hugging her neck affectionately with a giggle. "It's fixed... but I broke it again."
Xu Yanran blinked. "Wasn't it supposed to take Earth Palace Realm strength to break?"
Chu Mo just smiled, dodging the question. "Mom, I'm with Wang Yue now. For real."
"I know. You said—he announced it in front of everyone."
Xu Yanran was pleased. She'd only hinted at her daughter's feelings, and he'd made it official. He clearly cared. That was the son-in-law she wanted.
"No, I mean really together." Chu Mo said coyly.
Xu Yanran wasn't worldly, and her special constitution kept her detached from sex. She blinked. "What do you mean?"
Chu Mo had planned to ease in, but Mom was clueless. She went blunt: "I mean we fucked! Your daughter got railed by him last night!"
"What?!" Xu Yanran gasped. "That fast?"
She adored Wang Yue, but losing her twenty-year-nurtured daughter stung a bit.
Chu Mo shrugged. "It was gonna happen sooner or later. Better early than late."
Seeing her blissed-out face, Xu Yanran's pang faded. She teased, "Look at you—must've been you chasing him."
"How'd you know?" Chu Mo asked. She'd begged him to stay last night—spot on.
Xu Yanran laughed. "He's just a kid, so innocent. If not for you..."
"Hmph, innocent my ass." Chu Mo snorted. "He fakes it. He's a total pro in bed—ten of me couldn't match his experience."
"Ah!" Xu Yanran flushed scarlet.
Yesterday, she'd boldly touched him twice, figuring his purity meant he wouldn't notice her ulterior motives.
But if he was the bedroom veteran Chu Mo described, he'd spotted it for sure.
A mom using her daughter's boyfriend for orgasms? Fine if secret, but if he knew...
How could she face him? Would he think her slutty and look down on her daughter too?
"Mom, you okay?" Chu Mo asked, seeing her color shift.
Xu Yanran snapped back, brushing her hair to hide her fluster. "Nothing. Just surprised he's like that."
"Surprised? Mom, that bastard's got more than just me and Chen Xi—probably a dozen women!" Chu Mo piled on his "crimes."
"What?!" Xu Yanran yelped. "So he tricked you?"
Her heart sank. She'd thought her girl found a keeper; turns out, a player worse than her own luck.
Chu Mo grinned. "Maybe. But I don't blame him. If he hadn't, we might never have gotten together."
"Silly girl, why?" Xu Yanran sighed helplessly.
"'Cause I love him. And he loves me. That's enough."
Xu Yanran sighed wistfully. "Love alone ain't enough. Take the bedroom fun—he's got a dozen women now, maybe more later. Even one a day, how long till your turn? You're not like me, kid—no constitution to kill desire. Can you handle that life?"
"If it's weeks or a month? Yeah, no." Chu Mo nodded, then grinned. "But no worries—we can team up with the close ones. Five or six a day, even ten sisters together. Even with dozens of women, a full rotation's quick."
"Five or six, ten a day? You think he's made of iron?" Xu Yanran laughed at her naivety.
"Dunno about iron, but he's got an iron dick that never quits." Chu Mo steered the talk deliberately. "He stays hard no matter how much he shoots, and it doesn't drain him at all."
"For real?" Xu Yanran knew little of sex, but basics: lust scraped the bone like steel. Overindulgence wrecked anyone.
Martial artists especially—normals just got weak; cultivators lost progress.
"Totally. I didn't believe it either, but facts don't lie. Four on one—we thought he'd tap out. End of the day? We couldn't stand, but he was still raging hard."
Xu Yanran frowned. "Four?"
"Yeah—me, Jin'er, Xiuer, and Jiao Jiao." Chu Mo spilled freely. She knew her mom: homebody, books and shows, no gossip. Secrets were safe.
More importantly, she wanted to drill this in: Sex is no big deal. If it feels good, go for it.
Wrong for most women, but Xu Yanran? Her condition blocked it—except maybe Wang Yue.
Xu Yanran jolted. "Aren't they cousins?"
"Yep. So what? Mutual consent—that's all."
"Mo Mo, where'd this mindset come from? You're not like this before." Xu Yanran barely recognized her. This wasn't open—it was reckless. One step from slutty.
Chu Mo read her worry and smiled. "Relax, Mom. I only get like this with Wang Yue."
"He that magnetic?" Xu Yanran marveled.
"Hell yeah. You haven't felt it—that thick, long big dick pounding inside, it's like floating to heaven. And when climax hits with his hot cum blasting deep? I'd die happy." Chu Mo reminisced. "So I get Jin'er and them. If I were them, same choice. In that corrupting bliss, ethics, taboos—fuck 'em. Even once makes life worth it."
Her words stirred Xu Yanran's memory of yesterday's peaks. Nice, but not that cosmic. Was it different with Wang Yue?
A flicker of lust rose—then her body's cool aura crushed it.
Chu Mo, arms around her, sensed it and smirked. "Mom, I felt that."
"Felt what?" Xu Yanran puzzled.
"That chill inside you. Ain't random." Chu Mo grinned. "Only one reason: you're horny!"
Xu Yanran blushed crimson. "Like hell! It's you—reliving your fun with Wang Yue, getting wet, blaming me."
Chu Mo chuckled. Mom fighting dirty too.
She knew her own state: fucked senseless that morning, lust zeroed. No way she'd trigger Mom's condition.
Mom was hooked—time to strike. "Mom, wanna taste what I described?"
"What're you saying?" Xu Yanran's heart skipped.
"Let Wang Yue fuck you too." Chu Mo laughed. "One ride on that big dick, and you'll get why I'm hooked."
"Nonsense! I'm your mom!" Xu Yanran reeled.
"So? Jiao Jiao's mom got railed too." Chu Mo shrugged. "Wang Yuyao—his blood aunt. Mother-daughter for them, why not us?"
"Wang Yuyao too...?" Xu Yanran gaped. Cousins? Fine. But blood aunt?!
"Yep. Told ya—no woman resists his big dick. Not even his aunt's a saint."
This circle's a mess!
Xu Yanran thought. But in the mess, her own fling suddenly seemed... normal.
"Mom, ain't I filial?" Chu Mo grinned mischievously.
"You are. But why bring it up now?"
"This exact thing! Sharing my man's big dick with Mom? That's filial piety level twenty-five!"
"Getting filthier." Xu Yanran huffed. "Even if I wanted—which I don't—what then? You know my condition."
"What if Wang Yue fixes it? You in?" Chu Mo pressed.
Xu Yanran's heart raced, recalling last night. Maybe he could—without her aura affecting him.
But no admitting that. "Impossible."
"Bet then." Chu Mo said. "Call him over sometime. If he fails, I shut up. If he succeeds, we both become his women."
"No way I'm betting that!" Xu Yanran snapped. What daughter pimps her mom to her boyfriend?
"Dead serious, Mom." Chu Mo turned earnest. "Besides max pleasure, he's got this wild power: fucking boosts both cultivators massively. Wanna see if it makes you a martial artist too."
Xu Yanran stunned. "For real?!"
"Yep. How else'd I bust that lock? Truth: I'm Heavenly Origin Realm now." Chu Mo said. "Mom, if you become one, we stay together longer."
That hit home.
As a mortal, no matter her care, age would claim her.
Her passive celibacy didn't faze her looks, but leaving Chu Mo alone? Unbearable.
Without cultivation, decades on: she'd age, die, orphaning her girl.
Permitted pawn in Xu family, stranger in Chu's—her only anchor was Chu Mo.
And Chu Mo clung only to her, not Chu Kuo.
True kin, against the world.
Wang Yue was new, but a flirt with a harem—dozens, hundreds maybe. Would he prioritize her girl?
Touched, Xu Yanran nodded. "Fine. Mom agrees."
Victory! Chu Mo grinned cheekily. "That's my girl. Trust me—even sans dual cultivation, you'll crave his pussy-pounding."
"More nonsense. Mom's just for cultivation—to care for you longer. Not... that." Xu Yanran flushed.
Chu Mo smirked silently. Mouth hard now. One big dick fuck, and your mouth'll be softer than your pussy!
As Wang Yue drove back to the Wang Family Estate, in Liu Ruoshi's main residence, she and Liu Xinru sat face-to-face, both grim.
"Grandma, this intel solid?" Liu Xinru asked.
Liu Ruoshi nodded. "Straight from your Shen Grandma in Chen family—and she got it from Tianhai's Hua family. Ironclad."
She explained Shen Siying's Hua ties to Liu Xinru.
Liu Xinru barely registered the surprise—worry dominated.
The news was bombshell: Wang Yue crippling Zhang Lingfeng had drawn a Mortal Shedding Realm powerhouse from Tianhai Zhang family. Due in Jinling by morning.
"Grandma, what now?" Liu Xinru panicked. "Yue'er's strong, but not against Mortal Shedding yet."
Liu Ruoshi nodded. "Yeah. So we fight to the death."
"That's suicide!" Liu Xinru urged. "With Shen Grandma's Hua links, can they help?"
Liu Ruoshi shook her head bitterly. "No chance. Hua don't give a shit about Jinling's three families. Warning Shen was just courtesy—'hide,' not 'fight.'"
"Call Yue'er? Strategize?"
Liu Ruoshi pondered, sighed. "Nah. We keep it between us for now. Kid's still recovering from last scare—let him have one last peaceful night."
Liu Xinru knew the "scare" was bullshit, but agreed: Mortal Shedding was unstoppable. Telling Wang Yue early? Just stress, no fix.
Fleeing Jinling entirely? Unthinkable.
Tianhai Zhang was a colossus—no hiding. Wang Yue hit their heir; revenge was righteous. Martial Alliance wouldn't blink.
Hand him over? They'd die first.
They hid it to spare him worry—and prevent rash heroism.
He was their cherished love. Better die with him than sacrifice him.
Jinling's three families... gone by tomorrow.
Both sighed, glancing Tianhai-ward, as if spying a massive demonic shadow hurtling closer.
Meanwhile, Zhang family's flyer had crossed most distance—Jinling neared.
Second Ancestor itched at Jinling's beauties, especially the ancient-modern top beauty. Urgency mounted.
Under his prodding, full throttle. Midnight arrival—earlier than planned.
"Second Ancestor, nav's jammed! Strong signal jammer nearby!" a Heavenly Origin martial artist reported.
He frowned. Wilderness jammer? Action afoot—maybe treasure birth.
Lust-brained, he barked, "Ignore. Full speed."
No defiance. Flyer blasted on toward Jinling.
Hundreds of li away, in a massive flyer, five women watched a virtual screen.
Odd attire: classical Hanfu, each a stunning beauty rivaling Jinling's Twelve Beauties—save maybe Su Jin'er and Su Xiuer. Ages? Mid-twenties to thirties—martial artists defied looks.
"Martial Aunt, no stop. Revenge-burn's real." A moon-white Hanfu woman said.
Central white-clad woman nodded casually. "Accelerate. Intercept."
"But Palace Lord said no intervening unless critical?" Moon-white pressed.
"This is critical. They've got a Mortal Shedding Layer 2. Three families and Yue'er can't handle. If they reach Jinling, we can't show. End it now."
Moon-white nodded, tweaking controls. The giant flyer streaked like a meteor, blocking Zhang's before they cleared the jammer.
Path blocked, Zhang crew tensed.
That craft screamed elite—no markings. Trouble.
Second Ancestor opened the hatch, booming, "Friends ahead? Tianhai Zhang's Zhang Haiwen—greetings!" True Qi carried it clear.
White Hanfu ignored, coolly ordering, "Ling'er, handle them."
"Yes, Martial Aunt." Moon-white rose gracefully, stepping out.
Zhangs gawked: a fairy blocking them?
Second Ancestor lecherous, but wary now. He bowed. "Friends? Tianhai Zhang's Zhang Haiwen."
Ling'er ignored, soaring toward them.
Stunning in flight, moon-white robes fluttering—mortal fairy incarnate.
But Second Ancestor shrank pupils. "Shit—Mortal Shedding! Pull back!"
Hand waved: massive cleaver appeared. He braced for the flyer-bound beauty.
Mortal Shedding couldn't true-fly, but dozens of meters? Leapt easy.
Instantly atop, three-foot sword manifested—slashing down.
Relief: same realm, early Layer 2.
Youth wild, battle-hardened vs humans and beasts. Same level? No fear.
Cleaver up—clash!
First exchange: wrong.
Equal cultivation, her experience greener—but techniques crushed his, True Qi purer.
Three moves: he yielded ground.
"Martial holy land?!" Second Ancestor panicked. "Miss, misunderstanding? We're just passing—no ill intent."
Figured: jammer, attack—treasure hunt, silencing witnesses.
Wrong place, wrong time!
Ling'er silent, strikes fiercer.
Despite power and beauty, unremarkable in Xuan Nv Palace. Among four sisters here, third-best. Martial Aunt's task: tempering. She shone.
Tianhai Zhang tyrants, but holy land ants. Facing saintess elite, Second Ancestor faltered innately.
Handicap plus fear? Doomed. Dozens moves: no counter, barely block.
Ruthless though: seeing no mercy, roared, "No life for me? We die together!"
Ditched defense—body swelled for self-destruct.
White flash: thumb-thick hole in brow. Breath gone, swelling deflated like punctured balloon—instant husk.
"Thanks, Martial Aunt." Ling'er bowed shakily to her craft.
"Inexperience vs equal foe—not your fault." White voice echoed. "Wrap it up."
Ling'er dove into Zhang flyer.
Vs Mortal Shedding, terrified five? Slaughter. Blink—dead.
Out, jade palm on hull—True Qi quake. Massive craft, six corpses: silent dust. Wind-scattered, as if never existed.
Ground next: retrieved jammer, back aboard. Flyer vanished.
Moments later, area normal. None knew: force to upend Jinling martial world just erased here.
Back at Wang Family Estate, Wang Yue oblivious to it all.
Crushing Zhang Lingfeng? Beyond rage at his Chu Mo lechery, he'd weighed fallout.
Flush snake: Tianhai Zhang reacts—test his hunch of invisible guardian over Jinling.
Wrong? No sweat. He matched early Mortal Shedding. Couldn't win? Run.
Zhang too big to let loose Mortal Shedding rogue—Alliance deterred. Post-escape: hands off three families.
Risky play, but safe. Just scare folks.
Parked in garage, straight to Mom's place.
Now fully open: no knock, no key—face-scan entry.
No alert: slipped in. Eyes bulged.
Living room: Su Mengyan ditched eternal long skirts for Chu Mo gym-like gray tights, yoga-stretching.
Entry timed perfect: back-turned, all-fours, hands-knees, waist dipped max—huge round ass cheeks curved perfection.
Thin fabric: no bra, pure vacuum. Worse: skin-tight cling etched fat camel toe between thighs. Wang Yue blood-boiled, cock rock-hard instant.
Deep breath quelled nosebleed. Pants-off, strode up, grabbed sexy ass, grinding throbbing dick on her plump bun pussy through cloth.
Su Mengyan turned, eyeing him. "Back for more? No pussy here for you to fuck. Go rail your Chu Mo!"
Wang Yue smirked inwardly: Mom's jealous. And damn cute about it.