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 the 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. The 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 the Zhang Family was easy; the fallout messy. It'd give Tianhai a pretext for all-out war. Unlike crippling Zhang Lingfeng—that was a personal grudge. If Tianhai pursued Jinling's families after his escape, the 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 a 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—it's not time to hit the Zhangs yet," Liu Ruoshi said. "No ideas? How about the whole family heads downtown for a stroll? Relax a bit?"
Wang Yue inwardly gave a thumbs-up to Grandma. A simple outing? A masterstroke.
Couldn't strike the Zhangs yet, but a carefree Wang family in public? A crushing blow. It worked whether foes knew of Tianhai's snag or not, acting as a slap to Zhang sympathizers and taking interest on the debt. Best of all: it boosted family bonds and harmony.
All agreed enthusiastically; the little girls cheered wildest.
Most surprising: Su Mengyan joined. Unthinkable.
Since marrying into the Wangs sixteen years ago, she'd never left the estate—not even for the Su Family. Her 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 was going along mostly for him, sure—but her true self was emerging. Keep it up, and she'd drop the mask for good.
Living in disguise was exhausting; only one's 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 the Wangs lounged carefree, the Zhangs and their allies felt Mount Tai crushing down.
The dawn arrival from Tianhai? A no-show. Queries to headquarters returned only: "Wait." Nothing more.
The Jinling Zhangs panicked—Is Tianhai washing their hands of us?
If so, doom. Three families dwarfed Tianhai, and dismantling the Jinling Zhangs was trivial.
Traitors sweated bullets—especially former partners. Betrayers were hated more than foes.
Neutrals sighed in relief. With no Zhang support, future deals favored them, with perks aplenty.
While martial factions fretted or rejoiced, Jinling's civilians feasted visually.
Rumors of the three families' beauties abounded, but known faces were limited: Liu Xinru (Wang), Su Mengyun (Su), Ling Xueyan (Chen)—the public representatives. Others were reclusive, unseen even in photos.
Today? All seventeen Wang beauties were out. Mature or loli—each a celestial fairy.
The crowning glory: the "Foremost Beauty Through the Ages," Su Mengyan.
Su Mengyun and Su Mengqing topped human limits—or so people thought. Su Mengyan redefined it.
Beauty beyond words. The other sixteen immortals were dim stars to her moon. Her allure transcended humanity—no man, however lecherous, dared profane her; only worship stirred.
Su Mengyun had built a queenly aura over years. Su Mengyan? Appearance alone sufficed.
Luckily, she was aloof to all but a few, ignoring gazes. Otherwise, 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 and fear, clearing space instantly.
They shopped from noon till dusk, reluctant to leave, arms full of random trinkets—even Liu Ruoshi and Su Mengyan bought some.
A woman's nature: the Wangs lacked nothing, and better versions existed, meaning most junk would be tossed aside post-purchase. But the thrill? Irresistible.
Outbound: eighteen. Inbound: nineteen. Su Mengqing rushed over after Wang Xin'er spilled the news about Su Mengyan's outing.
All afternoon, the improving duo chattered nonstop about unknown secrets.
Back home, Su Mengqing invited Liu Ruoshi, Ling Xueyan, Wang Yalan, Wang Ya'ning, and Wang Yarou to Su Mengyan's place.
The 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 were present. Wang Jingjing was too young; Huang Yuexiang was too sharp—she needed another shot. These? Ripe.
Boundary-pushing Wang Yue had long eyed Grandma and his blood sisters. No chance till now, but Little Aunt and Xin'er had delivered. No refusal.
Per her cue, he fetched more Immortal Drunk from his spatial ring. Prime stuff—need more.
Servants prepped the feast and were then dismissed. Family only.
"Cheers, everyone," Su Mengqing toasted first. "Seeing Sis like this thrills me. Thanks to you all."
"Nonsense, Mengqing—we're family," Liu Ruoshi said. Curious why Su Mengyan had thawed, but seeing it as good news, she offered full support.
All raised mini-jugs, pouring personal shares, and clinked with Su Mengqing.
Dilution varied by cultivation—Wang Yue's tweak. Undiluted, the sisters would be down after one sip. Now? Reactions without blacking out.
Meal, chat, sips—warm vibes. Even Su Mengyan smiled faintly. She knew her son craved her true self; it was tough short-term, but she was trying. Kin around relaxed her.
Three rounds in, a tipsy buzz set in. Wang Yue subtly released True Qi, stoking desires. Drunk and filled with lust, they felt excited, not mindless.
"Boring just drinking. Riddle time?" Su Mengqing proposed.
"Yay! Love riddles!" Wang Yarou, her girly heart aflame, was the first to agree.
All were aboard.
"Red flower crown, multicolored robe—like the family head, rouses at dawn," Su Mengqing said.
"Rooster!" Wang Yarou waved.
"Tiny flyer, glowing tail—a night lantern. Ancients borrowed it for a study lamp."
"Firefly!" Wang Yarou again.
"Xiaoru, stealing Tingting's little genius crown?" Wang Xin'er teased.
Wang Yarou stuck out her tongue. "Tingting here? No contest."
"Can't all be you, Xiaoru—no fun for others," Su Mengqing said. "New rule: each riddle targets one person. Miss? Drink and pass to the next. All miss? I reveal."
Solid—excitement rose.
"Liu Bang laughs, Liu Bei cries—what word? Xin'er, you."
Wang Xin'er pondered, pouting. "Little Aunt, biased—a hard one for me?"
"No guess? Drink and pass," Su Mengqing grinned.
Wang Xin'er sipped, pointing at Wang Yarou. "Xiaoru loves it—your turn."
Wang Yarou furrowed her brow for a long time, then sipped. "No clue. Yan-Mom—you try."
"Cui, maybe?" Su Mengyan smiled.
All were sharp—missed at first, but clear now: cui splits into feather and graduation (implying death). Famous feather users: Xiang Yu (Liu Bang laughs at death) and Guan Yu (Liu Bei cries).
Immortal Drunk + True Qi loosened Su Mengyan up—she answered and 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—with laughter and more drinks.
Su Mengqing aced Ling Xueyan's riddle and smirked wickedly. "Grows mid-waist, skin and fur, five-six inches, wraps kin inside. Yalan."
Wang Yalan blushed furiously—answer or not? She sipped, opting to pass. Too dirty—who?
Liu Ruoshi and Wang Ya'ning flushed with a dreadful realization.
Wang Yalan scanned the room and locked onto the lone male. Least awkward.
"Little Bro, you." He's grown—wonder if he's five-six inches down there?
"Tough—a 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—whose fault?" Su Mengqing rolled her eyes.
"Okay, okay," Wang Yue smoothed things over. "My turn: I'm on top, she's below—I'm thrilled, eager; she's raring to go. I'm in bliss, she bleeds and hurts. Sport. Second Sis."
Wang Ya'ning turned crimson. She wanted to keep it pure, but "sport"? Only that.
Bro's gone naughty!
Rolling her eyes at Wang Yue, she sipped. "No—Xin'er."
"Saw it online: fishing," Wang Xin'er giggled. "Sis, dirty thoughts?"
Wang Ya'ning burned, wishing for a hole to crawl into.
Wang Xin'er spared her. "My riddle: lift the hot quilt, grope the thigh; spread the legs, plop on the eye. Daily act. Grandma."
An ultra-dirty, blood-pumping scene formed instantly. Prior hints were dirty face, pure bottom.
Liu Ruoshi, half-drunk with desire flickering, was dominated by the imagery and couldn't think. She sipped and passed to Ling Xueyan—the only other "experienced" person present, making it less awkward.
Ling Xueyan, hit by True Qi but battle-tested by Wang Yue, pondered: "Putting on glasses."
Acknowledged, it was her turn: "Born seven inches, one furry end, one bald; thrust in and out, producing white foam. Daily act. Mom—you."
An even stronger image. Liu Ruoshi's bias sharpened—she gulped her wine, irked. "Whoever wants it, guess."
"Grandma—easy: brushing teeth!" Wang Yarou snatched the answer.
Liu Ruoshi blinked. Duh, teeth. But her? She had been in the Ground Palace for decades—no need after reaching her level of cultivation.
Her granddaughters, with their recent or low Qi Condensation, still maintained daily hygiene—it was obvious to them. It wasn't Ling Xueyan's fault; it was meant to be a common-sense gimme.
Liu Ruoshi was buzzed and excited—she secretly liked the erotic vibe after long repression. But being strict and traditional, with kids present, her instinct was to halt it. "Enough dirty ones. Something else."
"Emperor Game!" Wang Xin'er piped up.
"How?" Liu Ruoshi asked.
Wang Xin'er produced nine cards. "2 to 10. 2 is the peasant, 10 is the emperor. 3 to 9 are 7th to 1st rank officials. Low commands low; higher adds rules. Use them up, then redraw."
Intriguing—everyone was in. First draw.
"Peasant?" Once the cards were dealt, Wang Xin'er asked.
Ling Xueyan flashed a 2 pitifully. "Me."
"7th rank?"
Wang Yue held a 3. "Me."
"Bro—command Yan-Mom," Wang Xin'er said.
"Anything?" Wang Yue asked.
"No forcing. If it's too much, she can refuse. But if it's mild, play along—or it's boring," Wang Xin'er reminded.
"Fine... Yan-Mom, dance for us. Your singing is famed, but your dances are graceful too."
"Yes!" Acclaim rang out before Ling Xueyan could even speak.
Post-Wang Jing, Ling Xueyan had quit the stage for home. Rare family shows were cherished, and everyone was eager for ex-top-star flair—especially the sisters, who had only seen old stage videos. Wang Yarou had caught a glimpse on the yacht, but she had been distracted by her brother at the time. Regret had lingered.
With everyone cheering, Ling Xueyan agreed and rose to an open space for a three-minute solo.
Professionally trained, even in casual clothes, fluid grace oozed feminine allure and seduction.
Bravo! Thunderous applause followed. Wang Yarou chimed in: "Mom, teach me sometime. I wanna... perform for Bro."
She bit her tongue—wrong crowd.
"Who's 4?" Wang Xin'er covered quickly.
Wang Ya'ning spoke up. "Me."
"Sis—command Yan-Mom or Bro, separate or together."
"A dance without a song? Lacking. Mom, sing. Bro, be her dance partner."
Usually icy, Wang Ya'ning smirked playfully. "Little Bro, accompany her."
"Eh? I can't dance."
"Just flail around. No outsiders here—who's going to laugh?" Su Mengqing teased.
"Fine."
Ling Xueyan cleared her throat and sang a soft love ballad. A cappella, it was enchanting.
Wang Yue stood beside her, knowing the song was for him. Moved, he swayed along. He had no formal training, but his martial coordination shone through, creating a raw, majestic beauty. His sturdy form was like a mountain; her voice was a winding breeze. Perfect.
At the end, cheers erupted. Liu Ruoshi even thought to herself: Ling Xueyan suits Yue'er more than Jing'er does!
Next: 5—Su Mengyan. "Yan has danced and sung—time to rest and drink. Yue'er, Ya'ning—dance."
Wang Yue gallantly offered his hand.
Wang Ya'ning shed her icy exterior and became sisterly soft—she smiled, placed her hand in his, and rose.
An instant frown and a blush exploded on her face.
Her crotch was soaked—her panties drenched.
With her Qi Condensation level, there was no auto-cleaning. Uncomfortable? Mildly. Embarrassing? Mortally so.
Dreading detection, she steeled herself, followed him to the open space, and danced under his lead.
At a similar height of around 1.7 meters in flat shoes, they were in a face-to-face embrace.
Up close, Wang Yue took in her floral face and the wafting scent of her virginity, feeling intoxicated. Added to that was a unique aroma—a seasoned Wang Yue knew it immediately: arousal nectar.
A pure virgin fragrance mixed with a lewd, slick scent? A lethal lure. He craved burying his face in her crotch to sniff and taste her virgin pussy.