Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 1970: 299: The Filial Daughter 4

Previously on Urban Seduction: Housewives Club...

Wang Yue charms his elder, Su Quan, with flattery and promises to make his mother, Su Meng Yan, the happiest woman in the world. While Su Quan is touched by his devotion, the other young women present become increasingly suspicious of his ambiguous phrasing regarding his mother. As the group heads toward the laboratory, Wang Yue openly admits his desire to pursue all the beautiful women within the three major families. Tensions rise when he finally confirms his scandalous intentions toward his own mother, leaving his sisters shocked by the depth of his obsession.

“What are you implying?” Su Jin-er remained puzzled. While she privately conceded that her intimate encounters with Wang Yue provided the most profound pleasure she had ever experienced, she couldn't simply ignore their familial bond for the sake of physical gratification—after all, they were mother and son.

However, Chu Mo grasped the underlying logic and offered a reminder, “Jin-er, consider your current Cultivation level.”

The realization hit Su Jin-er instantly. Beyond the sheer ecstasy, dual cultivation with her brother acted as a catalyst for her rapid advancement. Furthermore, higher tiers of Cultivation directly correlated to an extended lifespan.

If Wang Yue only shared these bonds with other women while excluding his mother, a tragic disparity would arise years later. While the rest of them maintained their youthful vigor, Su Mengyan would eventually succumb to old age and death due to her stagnating Cultivation. Such an outcome was unthinkable.

Su Jiaojiao smiled knowingly, “Do you see now, sister? My cousin isn't some depraved pervert; he is being a truly filial son.”

“I understand now, brother. Please forgive my misunderstanding,” Su Jin-er whispered, her face flushing with shame.

Su Xiu-er, who had been quiet, shared that same sense of guilt, as her earlier suspicions had mirrored her sister’s exactly.

In truth, their reaction was understandable. They had failed to see the strategic necessity because their deep affection for both Wang Yue and Su Mengyan had clouded their judgment.

They had fixated on the taboo nature of the act while overlooking the long-term benefits.

Wang Yue offered a reassuring smile. “It’s alright, Sis. I get it. Just as long as you don't reveal my 'sinister ambitions' to my mom just yet, everything is fine.”

“No, we won't,” Su Jin’er promised immediately. Su Xiu’er went a step further, adding: “In fact, if you require assistance, we could try to persuade Second… I mean, Third Auntie.”

They stumbled over the address; after twenty years of calling her “Second Auntie,” adjusting to the new hierarchy was proving difficult.

“That won't be necessary; I can manage her on my own,” Wang Yue said, declining their help.

To truly win his mother over, he only needed to stimulate her desires using his internal Qi.

However, he preferred the slow, methodical process of deepening their connection; he wasn't in a rush to force the issue.

Su Jin’er and her sister nodded in agreement, though both were privately thinking that their cousin’s plan was remarkably sound.

Just as Wang Yue was filial toward his mother, they felt the same towards theirs; they certainly didn't want to lose their mother prematurely because of a lack of Cultivation.

Furthermore, a spark of mischievous anticipation ignited within them: what would it be like to see their dignified mother behaving playfully and sensually with their brother?

Since their childhood, they had looked up to her with a mixture of immense respect and reverence.

Yet, young people often harbor a rebellious streak.

Having always known her as a pillar of authority, they felt a sudden, curious desire to see her act feminine and vulnerable—perhaps even pleading for mercy under their cousin’s relentless pursuit.

Inside Yan Fangfei’s lab, the woman sat in solitary contemplation, so immersed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the group enter.

Unwilling to interrupt her flow, they stood silently to the side, waiting for her to return to reality.

After a period of silence, Yan Fangfei finally emerged from her trance.

Upon spotting Wang Yue, her usually stoic eyes flickered with a brief light before regaining their cool composure. “You’ve arrived,” she said softly.

Familiar with her direct personality, they skipped the small talk and explained the purpose of their visit.

“Simple enough,” Yan Fangfei nodded. “The rest of you wait outside; Wang Yue, stay here and assist me.”

Though confused by her request, they deferred to her technical expertise. The four of them unstrapped their communication devices, left them on the workbench, and exited the room.

Wang Yue retrieved his own device from his storage ring and handed it over. “Aunt Yan, what do you need me to do?”

Without a word, Yan Fangfei turned around, hiked her white lab coat up to her waist, and leaned over the desk. Presenting her provocative curves to him, she commanded, “Fuck me.”

Wang Yue’s breath hitched in his throat. Beneath the lab coat, Yan Fangfei wore nothing but black stockings; she had completely discarded her underwear.

With the coat raised, her shapely buttocks and long legs were fully exposed to his gaze.

Most shocking of all was the design of the stockings—they featured a wide opening at the crotch, revealing her pale skin and mature, delicate anatomy.

The contrast of the dark stockings against her snowy skin and rosy flesh created a visual that sent Wang Yue’s pulse racing.

In all his memories of her, Yan Fangfei had never dressed so provocatively; she had clearly prepared this encounter specifically for him. Her intent and her posture left him deeply satisfied.

The only jarring detail was her voice—it remained clinical and detached, as if she were giving a technical instruction rather than inviting him into her body.

“Be careful—my device was compromised with abnormal software; I’m worried there might be lingering traces,” Wang Yue cautioned, despite his growing arousal.

He remained fiercely protective; he would never allow another man to catch even a glimpse of what belonged to him.

“A special signal is active here,” Yan Fangfei replied curtly, her hips swaying slightly to entice him. “Please, hurry.”

She explained that the laboratory used a unique signal frequency that blocked ordinary transmissions from leaking out.

Relieved, Wang Yue quickly stripped off his clothes.

He positioned himself behind her, taking his hardened length and rubbing it against her entrance. “Didn't you once say this would distract your thinking?”

“Just be gentle; the stimulation will help me focus,” Yan Fangfei replied, her hands already flying across the interface of Wang Yue’s device.

As he continued the friction, her body responded by secreting a heavy flow of moisture. Her mind and body seemed to operate on two entirely different planes—a unique talent that belonged solely to her.

Accustomed to her eccentricities, Wang Yue finally pushed himself inside her and began a slow, rhythmic pace.