Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Chapter 557 - 587: Bliss Amidst Buddhaʼs Chants (2)

Seeing his expression, Miao Chanʼs heart ached. She bit her lip and said, ”Alright, but please hurry.” She thought that if he finished quickly, she could endure the overwhelming pleasure.

”Thank you!” Ye Fei said, wasting no time. He swiftly undressed her and positioned her delicate body.

Placing his member at her moist entrance, Ye Fei said, ”It might hurt a little at first. Youʼll need to bear with it.”

”Mmm,” Miao Chan nodded, her face flushed not from embarrassment but from the intense sensations Ye Feiʼs touch evoked.

With her consent and her body ready, Ye Fei pushed forward, penetrating her tight entrance in one swift motion.

”Ah!” Miao Chan cried out in pain, her limbs instinctively wrapping around Ye Fei.

”Shh, itʼll pass soon,” Ye Fei soothed, gently caressing her body to ease her discomfort.

After a while, the pain subsided, replaced by a strange, pleasurable itch. Miao Chanʼs body began to move involuntarily.

Seeing her discomfort fade, Ye Fei began to move, gently thrusting into her while caressing her sensitive areas.

Miao Chan was overwhelmed by the conflicting sensations—the pleasure of Ye Feiʼs member rubbing against her inner walls and the guilt of indulging in such worldly desires.

”Namo Amitabha…” Miao Chan began chanting Buddhist scriptures amidst her pleasure.

Ye Fei paused, puzzled. ”Whatʼs wrong?”

Miao Chan opened her eyes, looking troubled. ”I feel like this is blasphemous. I need to chant to repent.”

”Didnʼt you say the body is just a vessel? As long as your heart remains pure, itʼs fine,” Ye Fei said, somewhat exasperated.

Miao Chan, unable to lie, admitted, ”But I also enjoy this feeling. Itʼs a sign of corruption.”

”If you enjoy it, then embrace it for now. You can repent later,” Ye Fei suggested.

Miao Chan thought for a moment and agreed, stopping her chanting. ”Then continue.”

”Good,” Ye Fei resumed his movements.

With her guilt temporarily set aside, Miao Chan fully embraced the pleasure, her body moving in sync with Ye Feiʼs thrusts as she moaned softly.

”Tell me, how does it feel? Does your pussy feel good? Do you like me fucking you?” Ye Fei whispered in her ear.

Miao Chan, now understanding the terms, nodded. ”My pussy feels so good when you fuck me!”

”Then whoʼs better—me or Buddha?” Ye Fei teased.

Miao Chan was startled. In the throes of pleasure, she had momentarily forgotten her devotion. ”I… I donʼt know,” she stammered.

Ye Fei increased his pace, hitting her sensitive spot with each thrust. ”Tell me, how do you really feel?”

Miao Chan, unable to lie, confessed, ”Youʼre better. I love it when you fuck me. It feels so good!”

”Then Iʼll fuck you every day, okay?”

”Yes, please fuck me every day…” Miao Chan murmured, her body convulsing as she reached her climax. Ye Fei released inside her, filling her with his essence.

Miao Chanʼs orgasm was intense, leaving her utterly spent. She had no energy left to chant or even speak, her mind consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.

When she finally recovered, she knelt and began chanting Buddhist scriptures, her heart torn between her devotion and her newfound desires.

Ye Fei, realizing it would take time to fully change her, decided to be patient. After all, she was with him now, and even if she returned to her sect, Nun Mieyin would likely send her back. He had plenty of time to guide her.

Unbeknownst to Ye Fei, Miao Chanʼs heart was already wavering. The intense pleasure had shaken her resolve, and she was increasingly drawn to him. Her chanting was more out of habit than true repentance.

Miao Chanʼs rapid change might seem surprising, but it made sense. Though she had grown up in a strict sect, her innocence made her more susceptible to worldly temptations. Unlike those who had experienced and transcended such desires, she was easily swayed.

Ye Fei, unaware of his imminent success, stayed with Miao Chan for a while. When she seemed absorbed in her chanting, he dressed and left the tent, knowing his mothers would have questions.

Sure enough, as soon as he stepped out, he saw Liu Yiru, Shui Ying, and Chen Yourong waiting for him. The others were nowhere to be seen, likely sent away for privacy.

”You little rascal, explain yourself,” Liu Yiru said with a smile. ”Whatʼs the story with the pretty little nun?”

Ye Fei, unwilling to hide anything from his mothers, recounted the events of the previous day. ”I knew Nun Mieyin would send her.”

”I shouldʼve guessed,” Liu Yiru laughed. ”Youʼd never let that old nun off so easily. It was all for the little nun, wasnʼt it? Such a beauty wasted in the Buddhist sect.”

”Thatʼs why I had to save her,” Ye Fei said with a grin, relieved that his mother didnʼt disapprove.

”Save her? Donʼt make yourself sound so noble,” Shui Ying teased. ”We all know itʼs just your lust.”

Ye Fei laughed. ”Shui Ying knows me best. But one little nun isnʼt enough to satisfy me. Iʼm still pent up. How about you show me some mercy?” He lunged at Shui Ying, pulling her into his arms and groping her breasts.

Shui Ying, extremely sensitive from Ye Feiʼs previous attentions, melted at his touch. However, remembering that Shui Rou and the others were nearby, she resisted the urge to give in. She slipped out of his grasp with a laugh and pushed Liu Yiru toward him. ”Let your real mother take care of you. Sheʼs the one who loves you most.”

Liu Yiru, unbothered by the audience, kissed Ye Fei before pulling away. ”Itʼs broad daylight. Go play with Zhilin and the others. Weʼll handle your little nun.” With that, she entered the tent, followed by Shui Ying and Chen Yourong.

Relieved of his duties, Ye Fei followed his motherʼs advice and sought out Shui Rou and the others.

The next day and a half were filled with Ye Fei being ”tormented” by his ”aunt” Ye Zhilin, who bossed him around and caused no end of amusement for the others. Fortunately, the nights were spent with his mothers and Chen Yourong, making up for the dayʼs frustrations.

Finally, on December 1st, the long-awaited martial arts conference began.