Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Chapter 2161 - 482: A Goddess Descends to the Mortal Realm 1

Haa... haa... haa...

Heavy, ragged breathing shattered the usual deathly silence of the meditation chamber.

Inside her ice-blue palace robes, Su Mengchenʼs sultry body writhed uncontrollably. She fought to stop, but the sensations were too violent to resist; only by moving like this could she find even a shred of relief.

”Ungh... ah...”

As the feelings intensified, Su Mengchen began to let out soft, broken moans. Her legs clamped together instinctively, rubbing against one another with desperate friction.

If anyone could have seen through her robes at that moment, they would have witnessed a pair of crystalline, jade-like thighs squeezing her peach-plump mound. Under the friction, her exquisite flower shifted and folded, pressing out droplets of sweet nectar from that deep, hidden crevice.

Unfortunately, she was alone in the quiet room. No one was there to witness the magnificent sight.

This pleasure, born of a psychic resonance, was ultimately one layer removed from the real thing. Thus, while the ecstasy was immense, it was impossible for Su Mengchen to reach a true peak through mere sensory connection alone.

However, her unique anatomy provided a distinct advantage. As the daughter of Chen Lingwei and the twin sister of Su Mengyan, Su Mengchenʼs pussy was every bit as lush and plump as theirs.

When she clamped her legs shut, the stimulation she received was far more intense than that of an average woman.

After more than half an hour of dual stimulation—the resonance from afar and her own frantic rubbing—her entire body suddenly jolted. She went stiff as a board for a heartbeat before collapsing into a soft, trembling heap.

”Haa... haa...” Post-orgasmic breath came in shallow gasps. Her mind was a blank slate. Subconsciously, she slid her right hand under her skirt, touching the source of her recent joy.

Having just peaked, she was at her most sensitive. The moment her palm pressed down, Su Mengchen shuddered again. Her instinct was to press harder and keep the pleasure going.

But decades of cultivation had given her extraordinary willpower. She suppressed the urge and pulled her hand away, only to find her jade-white palm coated in a shimmering, sticky fluid.

Though she didnʼt fully understand the mechanics of what had happened, she felt a wave of instinctive shyness, yet she couldnʼt stop replaying the feeling in her mind. It was simply too wonderful. Even experiencing it once had left her addicted, craving an immediate encore.

The thought startled her: If I sink into this, will I ever have the heart to cultivate again?

This wasnʼt just a mental demon; it was more likely that someone was sabotaging her.

Yet, after that release, she felt remarkably light. The negative emotions accumulated over twenty-odd years of non-stop cultivation had actually dissipated. Humans are creatures that long for freedom; anyone stuck in a repetitive grind for years will eventually feel suppressed.

For Su Mengchen, cultivation was her ”job,” and she had been at it for nearly thirty years.

Over the last two decades, aside from handling occasional palace affairs as the Mistress, she spent at least sixteen hours a day in meditation.

Once her cultivation reached the point where she no longer needed food or sleep, that number climbed past twenty hours.

The sheer volume of suppressed emotion from such high-intensity ”work” was staggering. Normally, her only outlets were her ironclad faith, monitoring the three great families of Jinling, and missing her kin. But those things only buried the pressure—they didnʼt dissolve it.

That single release, however, had unexpectedly cleared some of that darkness.

As long as I donʼt become obsessed, releasing it at the right time might actually be beneficial in the long run, she thought. If someone were trying to harm me, why would they use a method like this?

Just as she was puzzling over it, the feeling surged back—stronger than before. She tried to resist, but her body was no longer listening to her.

...

This ”torture” hounded Su Mengchen for several hours. By the time it finally ended, she had been forced to use the leg-clamping method to reach the peak three more times.

By now, she was completely captivated by the sensation.

The continuous release had cleared so much of her built-up mental fatigue that her body felt lighter than ever. This was a good thing, but if it happened every day, sheʼd never get any work done.

Something clicked in her mind. She gritted her teeth and hissed to herself, ”Battle Goddess girl... it has to be you playing tricks!”

The ”Battle Goddess” she referred to was the current successor of the War God Temple. The War God Temple and the Profound Maiden Palace had always shared a relationship of both cooperation and competition.

As the representatives of their respective factions, Su Mengchen and this ”Battle Goddess” embodied that dynamic perfectly.

Privately, they were best friends who shared everything. Publicly, they were fierce rivals. Most importantly, per tradition, they were scheduled to duel in six months. While the outcome wouldnʼt change their fortunes, it was a matter of supreme honor for their sects.

So, something that was beneficial in the long run but would disrupt cultivation in the short term? That screamed ”Battle Goddess prank.” Besides, the War God Temple had plenty of bizarre techniques; it was exactly the kind of move she would pull.

People often mistake ”War Gods” for brainless brutes, but anyone who thinks that about the War God Temple is halfway to being played to death. They master the art of war, which is based on military strategy. And as the saying goes: All warfare is based on deception.

When it came to schemes, the War God Temple was second to none. For a duel of honor between friends, it wasnʼt strange at all for her ”sister” to throw a curveball.

Just as Su Mengchen was gnashing her teeth at her imaginary foe, the door to the quiet room opened. A beautiful woman in white palace robes stepped inside.

She looked to be in her late thirties. While not quite as peerless as Su Mengchen, she was only a hairʼs breadth behind.

She radiated a mature aura, and even the loose robes couldnʼt hide her voluptuous figure. She looked like a perfectly ripe peach—downright criminal.

Upon entering, the woman sniffed the air. Her elegant brows furrowed slightly as she looked at the slumped Su Mengchen. ”Chenʼer, whatʼs wrong?”

”Master,” Su Mengchen called out weakly. ”I think... I think Iʼve been cursed by the War God Temple.”

”What happened?” the woman asked quickly. She wasnʼt overly shocked; the War God Temple pulled pranks like this all the time. They were never malicious, just annoying.

Su Mengchen didnʼt hide anything. She recounted the hours of indulgence and the four peaks she had reached, concluding with, ”That girl Jinglan must have cursed me!”

Hearing her discipleʼs story, the older woman sighed inwardly.

Her disciple was thirty-six, but since arriving at the palace before the age of eight, she had been a ”focus project.”

She knew everything about cultivation and administration, but her knowledge of the birds and the bees was non-existent—worse than a ten-year-old in the secular world. She was a blank sheet of paper.

This had been the plan agreed upon by the Master and the elders: to raise a ”Nine Heavens Profound Maiden” who was untainted by the mortal world, a being entirely without carnal desire.

Su Mengchen had played the part perfectly. She had love—for her family—but she never had lust. Until now.

The Master didnʼt know if the War God successor was truly behind this, but one thing was certain: the ”Goddess” they had spent thirty years cultivating had finally been stained by the dust of the mortal realm.

Perhaps we were wrong, she thought. A human is a human, not a god. You canʼt fully discard desire. Given the slightest opening, it will explode.

And an explosion after such long-term suppression would be far more violent than usual. If handled poorly, it could ruin Su Mengchen entirely. They had tried to raise a pure goddess, but by defying the laws of nature, they had almost created a disaster.

The Master composed herself. ”I came to tell you that Jinglan has entered the final stage of her secluded meditation.

With her talent, sheʼll likely break through the bottleneck to the Void-Sprinting Realm in about three months.”

”That fast?!” Su Mengchen gasped. She only expected to break through within a year; she couldnʼt even guarantee sheʼd be ready for the duel in six months. She hadnʼt expected her rival to pull ahead.