Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 1949: 278: The Valiant Mother and Daughter 3

The moment Wang Yue’s palm brushed against his cousin’s private area, a visceral spark ignited, prompting him to swiftly tug the fabric of her shorts out of the way.

He began massaging her velvety, delicate folds. Utilizing the natural slickness there, he carefully guided a finger into her untouched rear entrance.

It felt as though his finger held a unique enchantment; the sensation was worlds apart from when Su Jiaojiao had explored herself. That unfamiliar wave of ecstasy overwhelmed her defenses instantly.

In that haze of pleasure, Su Jiaojiao couldn't help but speculate: If a mere finger from her cousin felt this incredible, and if sexual gratification was truly relative to the size of a man’s member… then wouldn't the experience be absolutely divine if he inserted something so substantial into her?

Her mind was made up: As soon as her mother and cousin finished their business, she would demand her turn with him.

This was the secret vow Su Jiaojiao made within her heart.

However, reality rarely follows a script. Before the tryst between the nephew and his aunt could reach its conclusion, the communication device strapped to Wang Yuyao’s wrist began to chime.

Wang Yue froze immediately. Wang Yuyao glanced at the screen and saw that Su Mengyun was the one calling.

“Jiaojiao, you take this,” Wang Yuyao whispered. Still breathless from the intensity of their encounter, she feared Su Mengyun would detect the arousal in her voice, so she signaled for her daughter to intervene.

Su Jiaojiao proved her worth in this tense moment. She reached out, took her mother’s arm, and tapped the accept button on the device.

“Yuyao, what is taking you two so long?” Su Mengyun’s voice echoed through the speaker.

“It’s me, Jiaojiao,” the girl replied, a playful smirk dancing on her lips as she stared at the point where her mother and cousin remained physically joined.

“Oh, Jiaojiao. Where is your mother? Why isn't she speaking?” Su Mengyun questioned. “And how is your cousin? Is everything alright?”

“Everything is fine. Mom is just ‘disciplining’ my cousin right now,” Su Jiaojiao said, barely holding back a giggle. “She’s got a tight grip on him; he looks like he’s about to gag. But my cousin is stubborn and keeps talking back to her.”

Wang Yue and Wang Yuyao were both stunned. They shot warning glares at Su Jiaojiao, worried that the girl’s nonsense would tip off the sharp-witted aunt and land them all in deep trouble.

Luckily, Su Mengyun didn't suspect a thing. She merely replied, “Tell them to stop bickering. I’ll be over there in just a moment.”

“No, there's no need for that! They’re just messing around. Just wait a bit longer; I’ll settle them down and then we’ll walk over,” Su Jiaojiao added quickly.

Once the call ended, Su Jiaojiao stuck her tongue out at the pair.

Wang Yuyao, still gasping for air, ignored the gesture and urged Wang Yue, “Dear nephew, your aunt will be here any second. We need to hurry. Finish what you’re doing right now.”

Nodding, Wang Yue hoisted his aunt’s curvaceous, rounded hips and resumed his vigorous assault. In less than sixty seconds, he drove her to another shivering peak.

As his aunt’s climax subsided, Wang Yue immediately circulated his internal **Qi** to incinerate every trace of her fluids and the semen he had released. Every physical sign of their passion was wiped away.

Even the lingering scent in the air was completely neutralized.

In this age, when the powerful indulged in such illicit affairs, it was nearly impossible to find proof unless one was caught red-handed, much like Su Jiaojiao had witnessed.

Seeing that both her mother and cousin had restored their composure and straightened their attire, Su Jiaojiao pouted in disappointment. “Auntie is such a buzzkill… I really wanted to see my cousin reach his limit too.”

“That’s what you get for talking too much!” Wang Yuyao remarked with a smug grin. Even though she wasn't fully satisfied after three consecutive orgasms, she felt revitalized and deeply pleased.

To ensure Su Mengyun didn't come looking for them, the trio made a hasty exit toward the main residence.

Along the path, Wang Yue unfastened his communication device and stashed it inside his storage ring.

He knew the software Su Jiaojiao had installed was third-party; even if deleted, it wasn't truly secure. He decided not to use it again until Yan Fangfei could overhaul the system.

When they reached the main house, Su Mengyun was nowhere to be seen. It was obvious she hadn't actually believed Wang Yuyao would be truly harsh with Wang Yue.

“Grandma, Auntie, Sister Jin, Sister Xiu.” Wang Yue greeted the four women in the living room with a charming, respectful tone.

Similar to the Chen family, the Su household was currently composed of seven women. The difference was that all seven shared a direct blood connection with Wang Yue—a bond even his own Wang family couldn't boast.

Because of this, Wang Yue felt a deeper sense of comfort here than he did with the Chens.

“Yue, come over and sit by me,” Chen Lingwei said, her face lighting up with a smile as she beckoned him.

Su Mengyun, however, squinted at Wang Yuyao. Her sister’s complexion was unusually radiant, looking more beautiful than ever, which caused a flicker of suspicion to cross her mind.

As Wang Yue took his seat beside his grandmother, his pulse quickened.

Usually, a grandson feels a simple sense of warmth and reverence toward his grandmother, rooted in a generational bond.

However, Wang Yue found it difficult to maintain purely platonic feelings for her. It wasn't a lack of love or Chen Lingwei’s devotion to him; it was simply that she was far too alluring.

Like many high-level female warriors, Chen Lingwei possessed the vitality and appearance of a woman in her prime thirties, standing at the summit of feminine grace and power.

As the mother of the three legendary Su sisters, her breathtaking beauty and perfect physique were almost beyond comprehension.