The Lewd Family Banquet
Wang Yuyao didn't project a mere photo, but a vivid holographic image.
In an instant, light flashed, and Wang Yue's illusory figure appeared before the three women.
The projected Wang Yue stood there utterly naked, completely casual. He wasn't particularly tall, nor did he look especially muscular—quite ordinary, in fact. But precisely because of that, the ferocious, massive cock jutting from his crotch stood out all the more imposingly.
Chen Lingwei's beautiful eyes widened in shock as she stared disbelievingly at the boy in the projection. This is my grandson? He's clearly a monster!
Only after a moment did Chen Lingwei snap back to reality. She hurriedly said, "Turn it off quick—Jiaojiao's still here!"
Su Jiaojiao giggled. "Grandma, I'm all grown up now. It's time I learned about these things. And what's the point of turning it off now? I saw the real thing this morning, and I even took a photo with Cousin."
"What kind of photo?" Chen Lingwei asked instinctively. Cousins taking pictures together was perfectly normal, but the way Su Jiaojiao said it made it feel... off.
Su Jiaojiao grinned mischievously and activated her communicator, projecting her own image.
In the projection, Wang Yue lounged half-reclined on the bed, still naked. Su Jiaojiao lay beside him, her chin resting on his thigh root, her face just two or three centimeters from his cock, which pointed straight toward the ceiling.
By comparison, Wang Yue's cock was even longer than Su Jiaojiao's entire little face—and the contrast only made it look even more monstrously thick and powerful.
"A photo like this. I've got one too." Wang Yuyao seemed eager to one-up her daughter. She shut off the standing projection of Wang Yue and opened a new one.
Hers was similar to Su Jiaojiao's, but with an extra figure: herself. She lay in the same pose on Wang Yue's other side, chin on his thigh root just like her daughter, both of them leaning their faces toward his massive cock from either side, making it the undeniable star of the shot.
In the image, the mother and daughter's beautiful smiling faces framed a central pillar of throbbing veins and savage girth. It was bizarre... yet strangely harmonious.
Chen Lingwei stared, transfixed. Her eyes took in the whole scene, but her gaze locked solely on that impossibly majestic cock.
It's so huge! What would it feel like buried inside me?
Chen Lingwei couldn't help fantasizing—not about her grandson specifically, but purely about that magnificent cock.
A moment later, she finally regained her composure, coughed dryly, and said, "Turn it off now."
Wang Yuyao and Su Jiaojiao obliged, shutting down the projections. But though the image vanished, that tantalizingly huge cock was seared deep into Chen Lingwei's mind.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Lingwei summoned her elder's authority. "Yuyao, how could you take photos like that with Yue'er?"
"What's wrong with it? I even tested out Yue'er's abilities," Wang Yuyao laughed.
Chen Lingwei was aghast. "How could you..."
"What's the big deal? Yue'er and Jiaojiao are both grown up. Consider it a sex ed lesson from your auntie and mommy."
"That's not the point! You're his aunt—how could you personally test his... abilities?" Chen Lingwei said, shocked and furious. This was incest, happening right in the Su family.
She even wondered if there was something wrong with her or her husband's genes. First her brother-in-law back then, now Wang Yue—both drawn to taboo.
Wang Yuyao burst out laughing. "Mom, you didn't think I actually rode him, did you? Of course not—I just tested it another way."
"Really?" Chen Lingwei asked skeptically. It wasn't distrust of her daughter-in-law; putting herself in those shoes, faced with a cock like that up close, she doubted she'd hold back. And Wang Yuyao was the impulsive type who rarely considered consequences.
"Of course. I recorded the whole process. If you don't believe me, I'll send it over—you can watch it later." With that, Wang Yuyao transferred a hefty batch of files to Chen Lingwei's communicator.
"I've got some too—sending them your way, Grandma." Su Jiaojiao followed suit, beaming.
"No need, no need—I trust you," Chen Lingwei said hastily, but she didn't stop the transfer. It wasn't doubt; she desperately wanted another look...
The files finished quickly. Chen Lingwei stood. "Lunch is about ready. Let's head to the dining room."
She led the way out, but as she took her first step, her face flushed crimson. Unbeknownst to her, her crotch had grown slick and sticky.
She hurriedly circulated her True Qi to clean between her legs, but the blush on her cheeks lingered. So embarrassing—I got wet just from seeing my grandson's cock. Good thing no one knows, or I'd die of shame.
A little past noon, Wang Yue returned to the Wang Family Estate. As soon as he entered the residential area, cheers rang out.
Curious, Wang Yue followed the sound to Grandma's main residence.
Inside, the whole family was gathered—the cheers came from the little girls.
Wang Xin'er shared a mystical spiritual link with Wang Yue. The moment he entered, she sensed him and turned. "Bro, where've you been all morning?"
"Big Aunt needed me, so I went to the Su Family Estate. Didn't Mom tell you?" Wang Yue glanced at his mother, quietly seated to the side.
Right now, Su Mengyan wore her usual aloof mask—no trace of the warmth and openness she showed alone with her son, even among her closest family.
Wang Yue sighed inwardly. Getting Mom back to her true self will take time and effort.
"Anyway, what're you all celebrating?" he asked after a beat.
"Grandma Shen just messaged—the Mortal Shedding Realm expert from Tianhai Zhang Family yesterday vanished mysteriously before even reaching Jinling. They sent a second wave today, but it's just that Zhang Hong we met leading them," Wang Xin'er explained. "They've clearly misunderstood something. No top experts for a while—crisis averted!"
Wang Yue got it, relieved. No chance to test himself against a Mortal Shedding powerhouse, but at least his family could relax.
It confirmed his hunch too: Jinling was shrouded by some mysterious, potent force.
Likely from his second aunt, Su Mengchen—only she had that kind of power.
But it didn't fully add up. If she could shield Jinling's three great families in secret, why not show herself?
Even with lingering Su Family issues, her bond with Mom should've brought her for a visit.
No use dwelling. At least, so far, that force showed no malice toward the families.
The women chalked it up to luck—they lacked Wang Yue's past-life insight, so a deliberate guardian force never crossed their minds.
With hearts unburdened after a tense night and morning, Liu Ruoshi was in high spirits, a rare smile gracing her face before the family. "This calls for celebration. Ideas?"
All eyes turned to Wang Yue.
He grinned. "How about I wipe out the Zhang Family for fun?"
The women rolled their eyes. Martial Alliance turned a blind eye to intra-tier squabbles—like Jinling vs. Gusu, or internal Jinling feuds—but annihilation needed justification. Couldn't just do it.
Only Wang Qianqian cheered. "Uncle—I'll go with you!"
"Don't stir trouble," Liu Xinru scolded her daughter, then turned to Wang Yue. "Big day like this—no need for bloodshed."
Wang Yue had only been half-serious. Crushing Zhang Family was easy; fallout messy. It'd give Tianhai a pretext for all-out war.
Unlike crippling Zhang Lingfeng—that was personal grudge. If Tianhai pursued Jinling's families after his escape, Martial Alliance would intervene.
Full clan war? No such rules if allies jumped in.
He was 90% sure of a secret protector for Jinling's families—and 90% sure his own hidden deterrence would keep Tianhai at bay regardless.
But no risks. For success's sake, a little family worry was fine—but true danger, even 0.01% chance? Unacceptable.
He couldn't afford to lose. These thirty-one beauties, big and small, across the three families—they were his whole world. Losing one would shatter him.
"Xinru's right—not time to hit Zhangs yet," Liu Ruoshi said. "No ideas? How about the whole family heads downtown for a stroll? Relax a bit?"
Wang Yue inwardly thumbs-upped Grandma. Simple outing? Masterstroke.
Couldn't strike Zhangs yet, but carefree Wangs in public? Crushing blow.
Worked whether foes knew of Tianhai's snag or not.
Also a slap to Zhang sympathizers—interest on the debt.
Best: boosted family bonds, harmony.
All agreed enthusiastically; little girls cheered wildest.
Most surprising: Su Mengyan joined. Unthinkable.
Since marrying into Wangs sixteen years ago, she'd never left the estate—not even for Su Family. Sisters and mother always visited her.
Today? Out with everyone. Shock all around.
Then joy—melting Su Mengyan's "ice" warmed the home. Most were already Wang Yue's women, eager for rapport with their "mother-in-law"... soon sister.
Wang Yue beamed inside. Mom going along mostly for him, sure—but her true self emerging. Keep it up, she'd drop the mask for good.
Living in disguise exhausted. Only true self brought freedom.
As her most devoted son, he yearned for that.
The family hit downtown, lunched casually at a Wang-controlled restaurant, then wandered aimlessly.
While Wangs lounged carefree, Zhangs and allies felt Mount Tai crushing down.
The dawn arrival from Tianhai? No-show. Queries to headquarters: "Wait." Nothing more.
Jinling Zhangs panicked—Tianhai's washing hands of us?
If so, doom. Three families dwarfed Tianhai, but dismantling Jinling Zhangs? Trivial.
Traitors sweated bullets—especially former partners. Betrayers hated more than foes.
Neutrals sighed relief. No Zhang support—future deals favored them, perks aplenty.
While martial factions fretted or rejoiced, Jinling's civilians feasted visually.
Rumors of three families' beauties abounded, but known faces limited: Liu Xinru (Wang), Su Mengyun (Su), Ling Xueyan (Chen)—public reps. Others reclusive, unseen even in photos.
Today? All seventeen Wang beauties out. Mature or loli—each a celestial fairy.
Crowning glory: "Foremost Beauty Through Ages," Su Mengyan.
Su Mengyun, Su Mengqing topped human limits—or so thought. Su Mengyan redefined it.
Beauty beyond words. Other sixteen immortals? Dim stars to her moon.
Her allure transcended humanity—no man, however lecherous, dared profane; only worship stirred.
Su Mengyun built queenly aura over years. Su Mengyan? Appearance alone sufficed.
Luckily, aloof to all but few, ignoring gazes. Else, crowds would've overwhelmed her sheltered self.
Still irked Wang Yue. He leaked a thread of his Return to Truth Realm 9th layer spirit pressure.
A mere wisp crushed onlookers with oppression, fear.
Space cleared instantly.
They shopped from noon till dusk, reluctant to leave, arms full of random trinkets—even Liu Ruoshi, Su Mengyan bought some.
Woman's nature: Wangs lacked nothing, better versions existed, most junk tossed aside post-purchase. But the thrill? Irresistible.
Outbound: eighteen. Inbound: nineteen. Su Mengqing rushed over after Wang Xin'er spilled Su Mengyan's outing.
Afternoon: the improving duo chattered nonstop, secrets unknown.
Back home, Su Mengqing invited Liu Ruoshi, Xue Yan, Wang Yalan, Wang Ya'ning, Wang Yarou to Su Mengyan's place.
Others? Declined, whatever Su Mengqing said.
"Little Aunt, what's the scheme?" Wang Yue cornered her.
"You're too slow. Xin'er and I are helping. Cooperate later, yeah?" Su Mengqing grinned.
Wang Yue's mind raced. Home conquests left: Third Aunt Huang Yuexiang, niece Wang Jingjing. All others present.
Wang Jingjing too young; Huang Yuexiang too sharp—needed another shot. These? Ripe.
Boundary-pushing Wang Yue long eyed Grandma, blood sisters. No chance till now. Little Aunt, Xin'er delivered. No refusal.
Per her cue, he fetched more Immortal Drunk from his spatial ring. Prime stuff—need more.
Servants prepped feast, then dismissed. Family only.
"Cheers, everyone," Su Mengqing toasted first. "Seeing Sis like this thrills me. Thanks to you all."
"Nonsense, Dreamqing—we're family," Liu Ruoshi said. Curious why Su Mengyan thawed, but good—full support.
All raised mini-jugs, pouring personal shares, clinked with Su Mengqing.
Dilution varied by cultivation—Wang Yue's tweak. Undiluted? Sisters down after one sip.
Now? Reactions sans blackout.
Meal, chat, sips—warm vibes. Even Su Mengyan smiled faintly.
She knew son craved her true self. Tough short-term, but trying.
Kin around relaxed her.
Three rounds in, tipsy buzz. Wang Yue subtly released True Qi, stoking desires.
Drunk + lust: excited, not mindless.
"Boring just drinking. Riddle time?" Su Mengqing proposed.
"Yay! Love riddles!" Wang Yarou, girly heart aflame, first yes.
All aboard.
"Red flower crown, multicolored robe—like family head, rouses at dawn," Su Mengqing said.
"Rooster!" Wang Yarou waved.
"Tiny flyer, glowing tail—night lantern. Ancients borrowed for study lamp."
"Firefly!" Wang Yarou again.
"Xiaoru, stealing Tingting's little genius crown?" Wang Xin'er teased.
Wang Yarou stuck tongue. "Tingting here? No contest."
"Can't all be you, Xiaoru—no fun for others," Su Mengqing said. "New rule: each riddle targets one. Miss? Drink, pass to next. All miss? I reveal."
Solid—excitement up.
"Liu Bang laughs, Liu Bei cries—what word? Xin'er, you."
Wang Xin'er pondered, pouted. "Little Aunt, biased—hard one for me?"
"No guess? Drink, pass," Su Mengqing grinned.
Wang Xin'er sipped, pointed Wang Yarou. "Xiaoru loves it—your turn."
Wang Yarou furrowed brow long, sipped. "No clue, Yan-Mom—you try."
"Cui, maybe?" Su Mengyan smiled.
All sharp—missed at first, but clear now: cui splits to feather (Graduation implies death). Famous feathers: Xiang Yu (Liu Bang laughs at death), Guan Yu (Liu Bei cries).
Immortal Drunk + True Qi loosened Su Mengyan—answered, joined eagerly. "Reunion—what word? Yalan, you."
"Guan?" Wang Yalan ventured.
Su Mengyan nodded.
"Mine: lotus from water—what? Grandma."
"Dried lotus," Liu Ruoshi nailed. "My turn..."
Riddles flew—tough, easy—laughter, more drinks.
Su Mengqing aced Xue Yan's, smirked wickedly. "Grows mid-waist, skin and fur, five-six inches, wraps kin inside. Yalan."
Wang Yalan blushed furiously—answer or not? Sipped, stuck passing. Too dirty—who?
Liu Ruoshi, Wang Ya'ning flushed—dread target.
Wang Yalan scanned, locked lone male. Least awkward.
"Little Bro, you." He's grown—wonder if he's five-six inches there?
"Tough—hint, Little Aunt?" Wang Yue said.
"Crop."
"Corn!" Wang Yue laughed.
"Little Aunt—why not sooner?" Wang Yalan whined.
"Didn't ask. Your dirty mind—who's fault?" Su Mengqing rolled eyes.
"Okay, okay," Wang Yue smoothed. "My turn: I'm on top, she's below—I'm thrilled, eager; she raring. I bliss, she bleeds, hurts. Sport. Second Sis."
Wang Ya'ning crimsoned. Wanted pure, but "sport"? Only that.
Bro's gone naughty!
White-eyed Wang Yue, sipped. "No—Xin'er."
"Saw online: fishing," Wang Xin'er giggled. "Sis, dirty thoughts?"
Wang Ya'ning burned, seam-seeking.
Wang Xin'er spared. "My riddle: lift hot quilt, grope thigh; spread legs, plop on eye. Daily act. Grandma."
Ultra-dirty—blood-pumping scene instant.
Prior hints: dirty face, pure bottom.
Liu Ruoshi half-drunk, desire flickering—scene dominated, no think. Sipped, passed Xue Yan. Only "experienced" pair—less awkward.
Xue Yan, True Qi-hit but battle-tested by Wang Yue, pondered: "Put on glasses."
Acknowledged, her turn: "Born seven inches, one furry end, one bald; thrust in-out, white foam. Daily. Mom—you."
Stronger imagery. Liu Ruoshi's bias sharpened—gulped wine, irked. "Whoever wants, guess."
"Grandma—easy: brush teeth!" Wang Yarou snatched.
Liu Ruoshi blinked. Duh, teeth. But her? Ground Palace decades—no need post-cultivation.
Granddaughters, recent/low Qi Condensation, daily hygiene—obvious.
No fault Xue Yan—common sense gimme.
Liu Ruoshi buzzed, excited—secretly liked erotic vibe after long repression.
But strict, traditional—kids present—instinct halt. "Enough dirty ones. Something else."
"Emperor Game!" Wang Xin'er piped.
"How?" Liu Ruoshi asked.
Wang Xin'er produced nine cards. "2-10. 2 peasant, 10 emperor. 3-9: 7th-1st rank officials. Low commands low; higher adds. Use up, redraw."
Intriguing—all in. First draw.
"Peasant?" Cards done, Wang Xin'er asked.
Xue Yan flashed 2 pitifully. "Me."
"7th rank?"
Wang Yue's 3. "Me."
"Bro—command Yan-Mom," Wang Xin'er said.
"Anything?" Wang Yue asked.
"No forcing. Too much? Refuse. But mild? Play along—or boring," Wang Xin'er reminded.
"Fine... Yan-Mom, dance for us. Your singing famed, but dances graceful too."
"Yes!" Acclaim before Xue Yan spoke.
Post-Wang Jing, Xue Yan quit stage for home. Rare family shows—eager for ex-top-star flair.
Sisters especially: only old stage vids; Wang Yarou yacht glimpse, but brother-distracted (cock-focused mid-song).
Regret.
All cheering? Xue Yan agreed, rose to open space—three-minute solo.
Pro trained: casual clothes, yet fluid grace oozed feminine allure, seduction.
Bravo! Thunderous applause. Wang Yarou: "Mom, teach me sometime. I wanna... for Bro."
Bit tongue—wrong crowd.
"Who's 4?" Wang Xin'er covered.
Wang Ya'ning. "Me."
"Sis—Yan-Mom, Bro, separate or together."
"Dance sans song? Lacking. Mom, sing. Bro, dance partner."
Usually icy Wang Ya'ning smirked playful. "Little Bro, accompany."
"Eh? Can't dance."
"Flail. No outsiders—who laughs?" Su Mengqing teased.
"Fine."
Xue Yan cleared throat, sang soft love ballad. A cappella, enchanting.
Wang Yue beside, knew it for him—moved, swayed.
No training, but martial coordination shone—raw, majestic beauty.
His sturdy like mountain; her voice winding breeze. Perfect.
End: cheers. Liu Ruoshi even thought: Xue Yan suits Yue'er more than Jing'er!
Next: 5—Su Mengyan. "Yan's danced, sung—rest, drink. Yue'er, Ya'ning—dance."
Wang Yue gallantly offered hand.
Wang Ya'ning shed ice, sisterly soft—smiled, placed hand, rose.
Instant frown, blush explosion.
Crotch soaked—panties drenched.
Qi Condensation: no auto-clean. Uncomfortable? Mild. Embarrassing? Mortal.
Dread detection—steeled, followed to space, danced under his lead.
Same height ~1.7m, flat shoes—face-to-face embrace.
Wang Yue close-up: floral face, virgin scent wafting—intoxicated.
Plus unique aroma—seasoned Wang Yue knew: arousal nectar.
Pure virgin fragrance + lewd slick scent? Lethal lure. Craved burying face in her crotch, sniff, taste virgin saucy pussy.