Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Chapter 2141 - 462: The Peak of Mortal Shedding 1

No matter how much she claimed not to care, a woman who had spent half her life as a virtuous wife and mother couldnʼt just flip a switch on her primal modesty.

Up close, the age gap hit Zhuang Wenxian like a freight train. Wang Yue was so young—maybe only a year or two older than her own daughter. In any other context, she was old enough to be his mother.

Zhuang Wenxian wasnʼt into the ”shota” thing, but just as older men have a thing for young girls, facing a boy who could be her son left her feeling a bizarre mix of awkwardness and a very specific kind of thrill.

Doing something this taboo for the first time in her straight-laced life triggered a massive surge of ”guilty pleasure” adrenaline. The way she looked at Wang Yue started to shift.

Wang Yue had seen that look a thousand times; he didnʼt let it go to his head. He just kept it chill: ”Letʼs talk for a minute first.”

”Okay,” she nodded.

Then came the awkward silence. Theyʼd met exactly once before—they were basically strangers. Jumping straight into the most intimate act possible made finding small talk feel like pulling teeth.

”Ahem, look, youʼre older than me, so Iʼll just call you Sister Xian,” Wang Yue said, breaking the ice. He had three hundred more women waiting in line; he couldnʼt spend all day on the preamble.

”No, no!” Zhuang Wenxian waved her hands frantically. ”Grand Leader, just call me by my name. I donʼt deserve to be called ʼSisterʼ by someone like you.”

”Itʼs just a name, donʼt sweat it,” Wang Yue smirked. ”Letʼs get real—are you 100% sure you want to go through with this dual-cultivation?”

Her face turned a deep shade of crimson as she gave a small, jerky nod. ”Yes.”

”And whatʼs the catch? What do you want out of this? You can be honest. Even if you back out right now, Iʼm not going to force you,” Wang Yue said. He was confident, but he wasnʼt delusional enough to think she was doing this just for his charming personality.

”I want power,” she said, her voice suddenly steady and fierce. ”The power to wipe out more pirates. The power to protect my daughter!”

Women are soft, but mothers are made of steel, Wang Yue thought. He smiled. ”Youʼre a good mom. Reminds me of mine.”

”You flatter me, Grand Leader,” she said politely, though a thought crossed her mind: Does this guy have a mommy complex? Is that why heʼs into ”mature” women like me?

She couldnʼt help the suspicion. Since Hong Ling and the others had recruited everyone separately, she didnʼt realize there were three hundred other volunteers. She thought it was just her. (And to be fair, she wasnʼt wrong—Wang Yueʼs mommy complex was legendary.)

”Iʼll give you the power. I canʼt say exactly how much, but itʼll be more than enough for pirate-hunting. As for your daughter, you can keep her with you or send her to a city for a normal life. Itʼs your call.” As he spoke, Wang Yue started letting his Qi flow.

Heʼd realized that ”spitting game” wasnʼt his strong suit. With a stranger like her, the conversation was only getting more cringey. Better to just get to work and let the Qi do the talking. ”Familiarity through friction” was more his speed.

This time, he didnʼt use the ”gentle touch” he used with his relatives. He dialed the Qi intensity up to eleven.

In an instant, Zhuang Wenxianʼs composure evaporated. Her breathing hitched, her face flushed, and her eyes went glassy.

The sudden spike in lust hit her harder than it had hit the four leaders earlier. Even through the haze, she gasped out, ”The girl stays with me. Iʼll look after her myself.”

She wasnʼt about to leave the sub yet, and she sure as hell didnʼt trust this ”Grand Leader” to babysit. He was a lifesaver, sure, but he was also clearly a horn-dog.

”Fine by me,” Wang Yue said, reaching out to unbutton her clothes.

Zhuang Wenxian didnʼt hesitate. She reached for his belt, her movements driven almost entirely by the Qi-fueled desire coursing through her. Moments later, they were both bare.

Wang Yue took her in and nodded. For a ”normie,” she had kept herself in incredible shape. Gorgeous face, and her body was top-tier.

Her breasts were full and defiant, and while her waist wasnʼt as snatched as the martial artists he usually handled, she had a ”thicc” elegance to her. Curvy hips, sturdy thighs—she was pure ”mami” energy.

Zhuang Wenxian, however, was staring at Wang Yueʼs massive, throbbing erection in total shock.

Usually, a woman in her state would be thrilled to see a piece of hardware like that. But Zhuang Wenxian? She was terrified.

As a ”virtuous wife” who had never even seen a porno, sheʼd never seen anything that size. It was easily double what she thought was humanly possible.

If he puts that in me, Iʼm going to snap in half, she thought. For a second, she wondered if the whole ”dual-cultivation” thing was just a cover because he couldnʼt find anyone else willing to take on a monster like that.

Wang Yue had no clue she was having a crisis. Seeing her eyes glued to his junk, he figured she was just a fan. He pinned her to the bed, spread her legs, and pressed the head of his shaft against her soaking-wet folds.

”Donʼt just stare at it,” he teased. ”Taste it.”

Before she could protest, he began a slow, steady push inward.

Zhuang Wenxian panicked, convinced she was about to die on that bed. But as a regular human, she didnʼt have the strength to fight back. She just shut her eyes and prayed that the Grand Leader would at least be a ”nice guy” and take care of her daughter after he accidentally killed her.

”Start running the technique the leaders taught you,” Wang Yueʼs voice cut through her ”dying” thoughts.

She snapped back to reality and realized she felt... full. Incredibly full. But the ”tearing-in-half” pain sheʼd expected? It wasnʼt there. It was just a massive amount of pressure, and—strangely enough—it felt amazing.

Wait, is it even in yet? she wondered. She glanced down at their junction and saw that he was already more than halfway in. Her body was stretched to the limit, but she was holding together just fine.