Little Aunt's Crisis
The captain leading the squad of soldiers furrowed his brow and asked, "From Jinling?"
"Yeah, yeah, the Wang family of Jinling." Wang Yue nodded hurriedly.
The captain hesitated for a moment before nodding. "You can pass. Be careful—if you can't win, prioritize survival. We're needed to guard the fortress, so you're on your own this time."
"Thanks." Sensing the captain's genuine concern, Wang Yue thanked him sincerely, though he was puzzled by the cryptic words. But he couldn't ask; that would give him away. Instead, he drove through the fortress, tailing the military hovercraft.
From what the captain said, it sounds like someone ran into trouble in beast territory. That's why the Jinling military mobilized, Wang Yue thought as he floored the accelerator.
Those who ventured into beast territory were usually adventurers.
Adventurers were a group of people who hunted beasts for profit.
After the spiritual qi revival, secret realms popped up sporadically around the world, but more than half appeared in beast territory rather than human lands.
Beasts didn't cultivate inheritances like humans did. When they got treasures or inheritances from secret realms, they swallowed them whole or hoarded them, using the spiritual power radiating from the items to strengthen themselves.
Humans who killed these treasure-swallowing beasts or found their hoards could claim those secret realm spoils.
That's why human martial artists were obsessed with adventuring. Even ordinary folks joined in—it was one of the only reliable ways for them to advance to martial artist, maybe the most reliable.
Put simply, it was like grinding mobs for loot drops in a game: strength mattered, but luck was huge.
The other path? A secret realm had to appear right next to some ordinary person, suit them perfectly, and stay undiscovered while they explored it. Too many coincidences—worse odds than winning the lottery.
Jinling's three great families had started as ordinary adventurer groups.
Wang Yue's great-grandfather and the founders of the Su and Chen families had all been mortals back then.
They'd adventured into beast territory as ordinary people and lucked into an empty beast lair, hauling out a massive trove—three full sets of cultivation methods and martial techniques.
Classic "lucky player" stuff.
One set per family, though the Chen brothers split theirs—making the Chen the strongest of Jinling's three.
By then, all four ancestors were middle-aged; they couldn't make much of the techniques themselves but passed them to their descendants.
The Chen brothers: the younger had one daughter who married into the Su family—Wang Yue's maternal grandmother. The main line passed through the elder brother, including Wang Yue's fiancée, Chen Xi.
Wang Yue sometimes wondered how Jinling's three families—which had risen just decades ago with little foundation—got tangled up with powerful, mysterious martial holy lands.
Anyway.
Following that logic: Jinling adventurers in trouble bad enough to draw military intervention meant they were big shots.
And Wang Yue's little aunt, Su Mengqing, was president of the Jinling Adventurers' Association.
He also recalled something: in his previous life, around this time, he hadn't seen his little aunt for a long stretch.
And now, she was at peak Earth Palace realm. With cultivation talent rivaling his mother's—not aloof like her, but passionate and driven—she should've broken through to Heavenly Origin long ago.
Yet in the cataclysm three years later, she was still stuck at Earth Palace. That didn't add up.
Did something happen to Little Aunt? Did she get gravely injured here, damaging her foundation and blocking her future breakthroughs?
The thought ignited panic in Wang Yue. He slammed the accelerator to max, hugging the military hovercraft's tail.
But that was his limit—he had no idea where the trouble was. Rushing ahead blindly would waste more time.
The military craft and Wang Yue's hovercar tore forward at over five hundred kilometers per hour for half an hour, reaching a barren expanse.
Before the great cataclysm, this had been a small village. The planet had ballooned a hundredfold, sprawling the surface; clustered buildings now dotted sparsely, most ruined.
In what had been the village square, five humans battled a pack of ferocious beasts.
The humans were cornered on three sides, backs to a thick earthen wall, relying on the frontmost figure to hold the line.
A woman—tall, with a killer figure.
Her black skintight combat suit hugged every curve: massive tits straining the tough fabric, threatening to burst free; a wasp waist you could wrap with one hand; then hips exploding outward into fat, perky, perfectly shaped peach cheeks that stretched the suit obscenely. But her legs stole the show—long, straight masterpieces. Golden ratio perfection.
She wielded a long spear two-handed, effortlessly batting back charging beasts. Long black hair whipped in her true qi surge, an invincible beauty that made onlookers whisper: Battle goddess!
"Little Aunt!" Wang Yue's heart leaped at the face—seventy percent like his mother's stunning visage. Worry mixed with relief.
Good—he wasn't too late. She wasn't hurt yet.
The military handled beasts best. Hovercraft landed nearby; soldiers disembarked, forming a thousand-man battle array.
"President Su, hold on! Reinforcements are here!" the lead officer bellowed to boost morale, then charged.
Wang Yue didn't join immediately. He circled wide, sneaking closer.
At Earth Palace first layer, against beasts even peak Earth Palace Su Mengqing couldn't break, he'd just be cannon fodder.
So he'd play surprise troop—save Little Aunt at the clutch. He masked up with black cloth to stay anonymous.
As for the others: save if possible, abandon if not. He wasn't a saint willing to die for strangers.
The army's array split the beasts' focus; Su Mengqing's pressure eased.
But as she exhaled, a leopard-like beast—far bulkier—leapt from the pack's center, pouncing midair.
"Heavenly Origin?!" Su Mengqing's heart sank. A Heavenly Origin beast hidden among them?
It'd waited for the perfect moment—classic cat instinct, unchanged despite power.
Sneaking Wang Yue jolted too, but he was dozens of meters out. Too far.
The mega-leopard struck full-force, claws flashing at her face in a blink.
Su Mengqing thrust her spear to block, but exhausted from prolonged battle—and outrealmed—she was done.
Spear flew on contact. Second claw slammed her chest.
"Pff!" Blood sprayed as she rocketed back, smashing the earthen wall. A female teammate caught her fall, sparing a third hit.
Still, near-fatal. Consciousness blurred.
Wang Yue, now ten meters out, saw it. Rage exploded.
"Die!" He roared, leaping from afar. Cold Moon Blade unsheathed, raised high—slamming down at the pursuing leopard.
Boom!
Earth Palace power, tenfold purer true qi, Eight-Level Gale's sixteenfold amp—all unleashed. Hit the leopard's hasty claws dead-on.
The beast wailed, flung airborne like Su Mengqing, crashing hard.
One strike crippled it, but Wang Yue ignored the kill. He snatched Little Aunt from the woman, cradling her tight, bounding to his hovercar.
Only thought: get her to Jinling fast.
Previous life said this wouldn't kill her—but it'd ruin her foundation, halting advances.
He had to fix that.
The military had spotted him early but welcomed aid. Now? Joy at Su Mengqing's save and the Heavenly Origin beast's mauling.
When did Jinling get another powerhouse? They eyed the hovercar plate—Wang family ties, for sure.
Wang Yue reached the car, laid her in back, gunned it toward Jinling.
"Hang on, Little Aunt!" He urged silently, max speed.
After a hundred-plus li, Su Mengqing groaned in agony behind him. Blood gushed from her mouth—mixed with organ bits.
Her aura chaotic, qi deviation brewing.
"No way—she won't make Jinling like this. Foundation wrecked, even immortals couldn't save her. Could kill her." Panic surged. He gritted teeth, yanking the wheel off-road into dense woods.
One way to save her life and foundation: dual cultivate. Use his qi to straighten hers.
Nothing else—unless he could teleport to a martial hospital.
Consequences? Screw it.
Deep in the woods, he stopped, unleashed Eight-Level Gale—slashing the ground full-force.
Deterrent: beasts sensed danger keenly. This rivaled Heavenly Origin; none below would approach.
Bordering human lands, Heavenly Origin beasts rarely came this far—Su Mengqing's shock proved it.
Back in the car, he flattened the rear seat into a 1.5-meter bed.
Too short for her 1.78m frame—even stretched, cramped.
No time. He stripped her combat suit and undies lightning-fast.
Even in crisis, his heart stirred.
Xue Yan and Chen Rong were perfect—but this jade body topped them.
Earth Palace auto-cleaned; flawless despite battle.
Chest first: tits matching Xue Yan's proportion but larger from height. Upright even flat—no sag. Tiny pink nipples/areolae—his favorite. Cultivators kept skin tight; big tits, fat ass stayed perfect.
Between them, a shocking bruise from the leopard—adding demonic allure.
Waist slimmer than Xue Yan's—his hands could almost encircle.
Flat belly, then mound: bald, puffy hill.
Legs endless, straight—thick thighs, slim calves, ivory-smooth.
Resisting the urge to worship those legs, he lifted, spread them.
Breath caught.
White tiger! Bun pussy! One-line slit!
Extreme specimen. Breathing ragged, cock hardened sans effort.
Ninety-nine percent worry, yet this body aroused him hard. Temptation immense.
Stripped himself, shouldered her legs, gripped cock, parted fat lips.
Pink slit gleamed—ruby-carved minora, plump meat. Drool-worthy.
"Sorry, Little Aunt!" He pressed glans to virgin hole—couldn't enter.
Too big a curse now. Forcing would trigger her injuries via pain.
No lube. Desperate, he jerked fast—shoot semen for slick.
Boosting: stroked her body, kneading trembling tits.
Soft-elastic, virgin-firm. Addictive; wanted to crush them.
Laid-back plus her allure—he peaked quick.
Yanked bun wide, stroked furiously, mashed tip to hole—roared, erupted.
Thick ropes filled her tight cunt, overflowing—smeared in.
Enough. Cocked rehardened, thrust.
Tighter than Chen Rong's. Struggled; glans in, pained by squeeze.
Felt the barrier: thirty-year hymen.
For her life—thrust hard, bottomed out.
Tighter than mom or aunt, but deeper—perfect fit, glans kissing womb.
No wonder bun pussies are top-tier, he got it.
Whole shaft wrapped in ultimate warm-soft meat—pre-orgasm bliss sans thrust.
No time. She couldn't cooperate; he pumped qi via union, guiding dual cultivation.
Her qi a mess—hard mode.
Mistake? Both wrecked—her fatal.
No errors allowed.
Deep breath, ignored pleasure. Qi from tip, into depths, meridians.
Contact jolted him.
Worse than thought. Her peak Earth Palace qi dwarfed his first-layer—post-battle, half reserves left.
His purity superior; precise control saved it.
Hours: soothed chaos, routed via dual path. Mind-draining per step.
Like a hundred-floor hyper-speed game—one slip, doom.
Tense: even a rabbit could ruin it.
No mishaps. Three-plus hours: meridians cleared, cycle complete.
Final surge: massive Yuan Yin flooded, igniting his pure yang.
Exhausted mind blanked—collapsed atop her.
Su Mengqing stirred, half-dreaming: Heavenly Origin claw strike. Thought dead.
Then a figure blocked—like her guardian god—slashing the beast away.
Heart fluttered. Lifelong no-marriage her? First crush.
Pre-blackout: If I survive, find him. End single life if he wants.
Sensation lingered. Self-checked: no pain. Warm innards, smooth qi flow. Healed.
But... pressed down, pussy stuffed full.
Never fucked, but knew. Deflowered!
No rash shove-kill. Adventurer president: calm always.
No malice—he'd kill outright otherwise. Sleeping like this.
Healing tied to him.
Timeline: repelled beast, rescued, healed—then lust mid-process?
No swap: that roar was real concern. No abandoner.
Not ungrateful. Raped her, sure—but saved first.
No hate. Just crushed: first crush, a sleaze.
Fine. Body as thanks. Debt clear. No remarriage anyway—no one cheated.
Decision made. Before leaving: see his face.
Cradled head from tits, lifted.
"Yue'er!" Stunning, boyish face. Calm shattered—shrieked.
Her sister's son. Her nephew.
Emotions churned; thought stalled.
Wang Yue slept hours, spirit half-restored. Shriek woke him.
"Little Aunt, you okay?" Forced smile; mortified. Why faint inside her?
"You saved me?" Complex tone. Absurd, but figure/voice matched.
He nodded. "Yeah."
Awkward silence.
"G-get off first." Blush burned.
"Oh, right." Slow withdraw—cock dragging out.
Dual state hypersensitive: exit alone itched blissfully.
Pop~
Free—tight suck echoed.
Emptiness ached; craved refill.
He covered bloody cock, handed her clothes.
She dressed quietly. "Where are we?"
"Two hundred li past the fortress."
"Call home—safe."
Outside: dusk. Treatment three hours; slept three-four more. Spirit near-full.
Rush back? Late to Jinling. Family worry. He called Xue Yan: delayed, notify all.
Not mom? Guilt—cock in aunt minutes ago.
Su Mengqing called Su estate: fine, back tomorrow max.
Association: team saved. Relieved.
No mention of each other. Aunt-nephew fine publicly—but guilt hid it.
Back in car: silence.
Wang Yue checked: unknowingly jumped two layers to Earth Palace third. Purity doubled.
Not additive—total double. Pre: tenfold normal. Now twenty.
Reasons: higher realm; first dual; virgin Yuan Yin purer.
But more. Those boosted realm—not purity this much.
Answer: blood ties.
Life half mom's; aunt same source. Shared essence refined qi extra.
Su Mengqing broke quiet: "Explain. How'd you get so strong?"
No secrets from her. Half-true dream dual method tale. "Dual cultivation boosted me fast—to Earth Palace unaware."
"So... you fucked me to heal via dual?" faintly and resentfully.
Nod. "Sorry, Little Aunt. No other way—disrespected you..."
Resentment gone; complexity deepened.
Not sleaze. Crush real.
But nephew!
Silence. "Truth, Yue'er: dual just for healing? Nothing else?"
"None! Respect only—no dirty thoughts!" Swore.
She frowned. "My body that unappealing?"
"Huh?" Stunned.
"Speak plain!" Stern.
Grinned sheepish. "Tons. If not aunt... I'd..."
"What?"
"Keep you, dual daily!" Bold.
"Why?" Soul-stirring smile.
Bigger balls. "You're too beautiful, too sexy. See you, wanna..."
"Wanna what?" Brighter smile.
"Fuck you!" Roared.
She blanked. So direct, crude.
Then laughed. "Then fuck me."
"Huh?" His turn stunned.