Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 1869 - 198: My Auntie’s Illogical Views 1

With a pained expression, Wang Yue asked, "Auntie, why is it that you're constantly attempting to involve my mother in these matters?"

"It is unavoidable. She is my biological sister—who else would I prioritize?" Su Mengqing let out a heavy sigh.

Wang Yue replied with a sense of futility, "So your wish is for my mother to enter an incestuous bond with her son? Do you truly believe that is what's best for her?"

"Naturally," Su Mengqing countered with a defiant air. "What does a word like 'incest' even signify? They are merely hollow labels. In the days of old, it was standard for siblings to wed and for sons to take over their fathers' roles. Future generations only turned against such traditions because they realized it hindered healthy reproduction. That is how those moral boundaries eventually formed."

"There is some logic to that," Wang Yue admitted, nodding as he considered her words.

Su Mengqing pressed on, "Therefore, as long as no offspring are produced, the identity of one's partner is irrelevant—all that matters is mutual happiness. You possess the capability to grant any woman the ultimate bliss. If it is acceptable for others, why should your own mother be excluded? To deny her that would be truly unfilial, wouldn't it?"

"Oh, so you are suggesting that performing such acts is actually a way to show my filial piety?" Wang Yue was left speechless by his auntie’s bizarre line of reasoning.

Su Mengqing gave a firm nod. "Exactly. True filial piety means ensuring your mother's joy. Can you honestly stand to let her live out her days in solitude, never experiencing the pleasures of sex?"

"By that logic, my grandmother is also your mother. If you want to be filial to her, shouldn't you be looking for a partner for her as well?" Wang Yue snapped back in a fit of irritation.

To his astonishment, Su Mengqing simply nodded once more. "Indeed, but that partner cannot be a stranger. We must remain mindful of our reputation and what society thinks. We can't just select someone from the outside. Looking at the options, you are the most appropriate choice. The same logic applies to your auntie. If it were possible, I would want both of them to taste your... well, that thing of yours."

"I'd prefer it if your damn auntie was the one experiencing it!" Wang Yue growled, pulling his auntie into a tight embrace to silence her.

Even though her arguments were fundamentally flawed, he found himself disturbingly swayed by some of her points, which left him feeling conflicted.

Ultimately, Su Mengqing didn't get to "taste" Wang Yue’s member at that moment, as the other women emerged from the cabin after a brief scuffle, having finished changing their attire.

Releasing his auntie, Wang Yue leaned in and whispered before she walked away, "Tonight, wait for me in our room wearing stockings!"

Just then, Wang Jingjing came running toward them and caught his words. She looked up and asked, "Uncle, what was that about stockings?"

"It’s nothing. My mouth has a virus; I was just talking nonsense," Wang Yue said quickly, trying to cover his tracks. "Actually, my mouth was just 'hacked.'"

"What does that mean?" Wang Jingjing looked puzzled, but her youthful curiosity was fleeting, and she soon ran off to continue playing.

By now, the afternoon sun was high, and the yacht began moving again at a leisurely crawl. No one on the vessel was in any hurry for the excursion to conclude.

After observing the deck for a moment, Wang Yue noticed his second cousin, Wang Yue, was missing. Realizing she was likely expecting him, he slipped away into the cabin and made his way to her private quarters.

Wang Yue had not bothered to put on clothes; she had discarded her swimsuit and was waiting for him on the bed in her natural state.

As soon as he entered, she bolted the door, reclined, and said bluntly, "Hurry up, let's begin."

At twenty years old, Wang Yue’s physique was still in its peak developmental phase. While she lacked the seasoned allure of her older aunts, her body was already quite striking—she possessed a lean, toned frame, pale and firm breasts of a perfect size, and delicate, pink nipples that were incredibly enticing.

Unable to hold back, Wang Yue lunged forward, pressing his face into his cousin’s chest and taking one of her nipples between his lips to suckle.

"Oh..." A sharp shiver of pleasure forced a moan from Wang Yue, though she quickly pouted, "You promised we would engage in 'Mutual Cultivation.' Why are you kissing my chest instead?"

Feeling her nipple grow firm and sensitive against his tongue, Wang Yue secretly laughed at her feigned protest. He moved his hand to her other breast, gently kneading it before letting go, and said with a grin, "Preparation is required before 'Mutual Cultivation' starts; otherwise, the process will be painful."

He then lowered his head to capture the other nipple.

Wang Yue relished the electric sensations as her cousin fondled and tasted her, yet she remained stubborn, saying, "You're just a kid; how could you possibly cause me pain?"

Despite her words, she made no move to stop his wandering hands, instead closing her eyes to savor the growing heat.

After dallying with her breasts for a time, Wang Yue moved down to her lower body, spreading her legs to gaze at her vulva.

Her pubic hair was less dense than Wang Xin’s, but the color and shape were nearly identical—a small, pink, butterfly-like form inherited from their mother.

Even with her bold personality, Wang Yue felt a flush of shame being scrutinized so intensely by her cousin. "Stop looking at it!" she urged.

"I'm going to be inside it soon; I need to see where I'm going. What if I miss? My, what a stunning little butterfly!" Wang Yue complimented her. He then pressed a kiss to her vulva, exhaling a breath of pure masculine Qi to ignite her passion.

"Mmm... Ah... That feels so good," Wang Yue sighed, finally grasping why her sister didn't mind this annoying brat. He might be young, but his technique was masterful; his tongue was working wonders on her.

While Wang Yue held back the full force of his masculine Qi, the combination of his breath and his tongue was potent. In no time, Wang Yue was drowning in lust, and the slick fluids of her arousal began to coat her untouched flower.

Sensing the moment had arrived, Wang Yue stood up and shed his garments.

"How is it that big?!" Wang Yue cried out in alarm, her eyes widening as she stared at her cousin's massive member, feeling a sudden surge of trepidation.

"Are you really going to put that inside me?" she asked softly, fearful of the discomfort.

"You're just a kid; how could I possibly cause you pain?" Wang Yue teased, throwing her own words back at her.

"How was I supposed to know a kid like you would be carrying something so huge?" Wang Yue snapped back, her irritation masking her nerves.

"Don't worry; once you've had a taste, you'll be wishing it was even bigger," Wang Yue whispered, pressing his heat against her slick, delicate entrance. "Right now, even your mother would fall in love with this."