Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 1908 - 237: My Second Cousin Wang Yueyue

This was a highly peculiar hall, lined with countless spectator seats encircling a central combat arena roughly ten meters wide.

In truth, this facility was specifically crafted for martial arts bouts intended for public viewing.

Naturally, such a confined stage was only appropriate for commoners to trade blows; a genuine martial artist would find their capabilities severely restricted here. Furthermore, given the inherent dignity of martial artists, they would typically refuse to participate in public skirmishes merely for the sake of amusement.

At its core, this location was nothing more than a replica of an underground boxing gym from several centuries ago.

Currently, however, a legitimate martial artist was honing her crafts within the ring. The only person capable of maintaining such diligence after the group training session with Wang Yue was, without question, his second cousin, Wang Yueyue.

As Wang Yue stepped inside, Wang Yueyue halted her movements. She cast a glance at his completely bare body and his rigid, erect penis before scoffing, "How could you just come out like this? Are you some kind of exhibitionist?"

"This way, it saves time," Wang Yue replied with a smirk. He wasn't actually an exhibitionist; he was simply utilizing this tactic to erode the modesty of the women present and set a psychological precedent for them.

Wang Yue vaulted onto the platform. Looking at Wang Yueyue in her athletic training gear, he remarked, "Good sister, you’ve picked an excellent spot. Let’s do it here."

"You want to fight me?" Wang Yueyue blinked with a playful glint in her eyes. "Sure, but you’ll have to beat me first."

"Beat you?" Wang Yue was left momentarily speechless. What kind of condition was that? It was essentially handing her a victory on a silver platter.

Wang Yueyue shook her head and clarified, "Of course, it’s not that simple. We’ll both suppress our cultivation level to the first stage of the ’Cultivation Body’ realm before fighting."

"Okay," Wang Yue agreed, immediately dialing back his cultivation level. He was in a rush and couldn't afford to dally; he needed to subdue his sister as quickly as possible.

Wang Yueyue suppressed her own power in kind, and the two shadows began to clash.

Because of their recent joint training, Wang Yueyue’s vital energy had been refined. Since she shared a common lineage with Wang Yue, the purification process was even more potent than it would have been for a woman with no blood relation to him.

Nevertheless, compared to Wang Yue himself, her vital energy was still merely ten times more powerful than that of a standard martial artist.

Had they restricted their power to a lower tier, such as the ’Concentration’ or ’Qi Refinement’ realm, the massive disparity in the purity of their vital energy would have handed Wang Yue a decisive advantage.

But since they were both capped at the first stage of the ’Cultivation Body’ realm, the influence of energy purity was negligible.

This was because, at the initial stage of the ’Cultivation Body’ realm, only a minuscule amount of vital energy can be mobilized; its quality matters little when the quantity is so restricted.

As the duel commenced, both utilized the traditional martial arts of the Wang family, meaning they were intimately familiar with each other's techniques and openings.

In the realm of these ancestral forms, Wang Yueyue—being the more studious of the two—possessed greater mastery than Wang Yue.

Furthermore, because this was Wang Yue’s first time engaging in combat while completely naked, his movements were somewhat awkward.

Consequently, Wang Yue found himself on the defensive at first. Were it not for the fact that his innate reaction speed remained sharp despite the cultivation suppression, he likely would have been pinned down instantly.

"Brother, no matter how high your cultivation level is, you are still flawed without the mastery of martial arts techniques. You really need to apply yourself more in this field," Wang Yueyue advised seriously while nimbly evading his strikes.

Wang Yue acknowledged his cousin’s point, but he countered with a grin, "I have what I need."

With those words, he thrust his penis forward. Throughout the skirmish, his member had not softened in the slightest, remaining turgid and defiant.

Wang Yueyue let out a weary sigh. "That can only assist in raising our cultivation level; it’s useless in a martial arts fight."

"But you’re here, aren't you? From this moment on, I’ll be your ’charging station.’ I’ll ’charge’ you every single day, and once you become powerful enough, I won't need to lift a finger," Wang Yue joked.

"Do you honestly intend to live off your sisters?" Wang Yueyue asked with an annoyed huff.

"Sister, I’m still a child. It’s only right that you protect me. How can you call that living off you?" Wang Yue retorted.

"Pfft! There’s no such thing as a child with a penis that massive!" Wang Yueyue exclaimed. Suddenly, her hand, which had been aimed at Wang Yue’s chest, darted downward to grasp his erect penis.

Damn! He was being toyed with!

Wang Yue couldn't let that slide. He immediately shifted his stance, employing the ’Light Smoke Step’—a lightness technique he had acquired from Li Chonghe.

The Wang family’s legacy did not include any lightness techniques, so the moment Wang Yue activated this skill, he became a blur that Wang Yueyue could no longer track.

Wang Yue began his counter-teasing. Utilizing his superior mobility, he circled his cousin, playfully squeezing her breasts, fondling her rear, and occasionally pressing his penis against her buttocks from behind.

After a few moments of this, Wang Yueyue gave up and stood still. "Fine, you win." With that, she reached for the fasteners of her training clothes.

"Sis, keep them on; don’t take them off," Wang Yue intervened. He sat down behind her, pulling her into his lap, and only partially loosened the trousers of her uniform.

Reaching between her thighs, he discovered she was sans underwear, and her vagina was already dripping with moisture. Without a second thought, he drove his erect penis inside her.

"Oh..."

The sensation of having her yearning, wet heat filled by his member caused Wang Yueyue to release a moan of pure satisfaction.

However, she couldn't help but ask, "These training clothes are so baggy; they must be in the way. Why keep them on?"

"Because it feels even better for me when you’re wearing them," Wang Yue admitted bluntly, rhythmically thrusting his penis deep into her vagina.

Wang Yueyue caught his meaning instantly and teased, "You little devil! Tell the truth, back when we used to train together in the family courtyard, were you already fantasizing about having sex with me?"

"Yes, and it wasn't just you. Every one of you at the training ground was a star in my fantasies," Wang Yue confessed without a shred of shame.

"Even Sister Yalan and Sister Yaning?" Wang Yueyue asked, smiling.

"Of course. I said all of you," Wang Yue confirmed boldly.

"Well, just you wait until I tell them about this when we get home," Wang Yueyue threatened playfully, her hips swaying to meet his thrusts.

"Their precious little brother spends every day dreaming about bedding them! I wonder what they'll think when they find out?"

"And what are you thinking right now?" Wang Yue reached under her clothes to grip her breasts, slightly increasing his pace.

"I’m not thinking at all. Blood ties, incest—none of those taboos matter. I just want to be filled by your penis like this forever," Wang Yueyue whispered, lost in the waves of pleasure.

"It won't be long before they feel the same," Wang Yue thought, picturing his gentle eldest sister and his second sister, who acted icy but was actually very protective of him.

A surge of excitement raced through him, but instead of speeding up, he slowed his tempo.

Sharing casual conversation with his cousin while engaged in such profound intimacy was a uniquely delightful experience for them both.

They reminisced about various childhood stories while locked in the deepest embrace. It took over twenty minutes before Wang Yue finally pushed his cousin over the edge into orgasm, flooding her vagina with his semen.

Following their passionate tryst, Wang Yue held his cousin for a while before resuming his quest to "conquer" her.

They scouted every corner of the first floor but found it deserted. The second and third floors were equally empty; not a soul was in sight.

Just as Wang Yue began to suspect everyone had moved to the yacht outside, the sound of cheering erupted from the broadcast hall on the fourth floor.

Was Yan’s mother reliving her glory days again? Wang Yue wondered as he pushed the doors open.

Upon entering, Wang Yue was stunned by the sight. On the stage, Xue Yan was performing with intense passion, dressed in a breathtaking gown.

However, the holographic audience below was different from the one Wang Yue had previously selected.

This new crowd was far more fervent, screaming "Goddess Yanyan" incessantly. The projection also looked slightly off, as if it were a cropped segment of a much larger video.

Amidst the frenzied fans, Wang Yue spotted a girl in a charming princess dress standing front and center in the first row, cheering along with the virtual spectators.

Wang Yue smiled and walked toward her.

The projection technology was highly advanced; if a virtual avatar overlapped with a real person, the avatar would vanish instantly.

This feature was meant to prevent the visual awkwardness of a real person merging with a hologram, especially for attendees who wanted to feel part of the crowd.

As it turned out, the prime seat Wang Yaru had occupied previously wasn't actually vacant; she had simply claimed it.

"Mom must have been incredibly famous back then," Wang Yue noted, approaching Wang Yaru with a look of respect.

Wang Yaru finally noticed her brother. At the sight of his naked form and his prominent, erect penis, a blush crept onto her face, but she nodded. "Yes, this is actually footage from Mom’s most famous concert. I was stunned when I first turned it on."

Wang Yue now understood why the scene looked like a fragment.

Given Xue Yan’s peak popularity, her biggest concert would have drawn hundreds of thousands of people.

A small broadcast hall couldn't possibly fit such a massive crowd, so only a portion of the recording could be rendered.

Wang Yaru then pointed excitedly. "Brother, look! Isn't that Uncle Shi from the Shi family? And over there, that’s Uncle Zhang! I had no idea they were all Mom’s fans back in the day."

"Mom wasn't just any star; with her looks and her pure reputation, it’s no surprise so many powerful men were after her," Wang Yue said with a grin.

"Too bad for them, they all failed... In the end, our dad was the one who won her over."

Suddenly, Wang Yue paused as an idea struck him. His eyes brightened, and he told Wang Yaru to wait a moment before sprinting toward the backstage area.

Both Wang Yaru and Xue Yan, who was still on stage, were baffled by his sudden departure.

Seeing him arrive naked with a hard-on, Xue Yan had assumed the naughty boy was going to "tease" her again in front of the "audience."

She was actually looking forward to it; otherwise, she wouldn't have waited for him there, even with their daughter watching.

It was clear that Xue Yan had been thoroughly corrupted by Wang Yue. She now enjoyed the thrill of being "played with" in public and seemed perfectly fine with him doing the same to their daughter in front of a crowd.

While mother and daughter speculated on his whereabouts, the environment in the broadcast hall shifted. The room remained packed with spectators, but the noise died down.

This new virtual crowd appeared much more sophisticated; though they watched Xue Yan with intense fascination, they remained silent, respectfully taking in her performance.