Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2062 - 391: Training the Two Elder Sisters 4

Wang Yaning grinned and replied, "Oh, is that so? I'll try it out later then."

Abruptly, Wang Yaru posed the question, "Brother, after bedding so many women, which one felt the best to you?"

"What exactly do you mean by 'the best'?" Wang Yue inquired.

"It refers to the most pleasurable sensation during the act," Wang Yaru clarified. "Every woman's vagina differs, so the experience upon entering naturally changes. Who provided the greatest comfort?"

At these words, Wang Yalan and Wang Yaning perked up their attention. Though they had no desire to rival each other, curiosity burned about their brother's top choice.

Wang Yue chuckled and responded, "Naturally, they're all just as enjoyable for me. If you push for the top one, it's merely the vagina that brings the utmost ease to my penis."

"What?" Wang Yaru found this reply lacking.

Yet Wang Xin’er had anticipated her brother's words. Via their mental link, she even sensed his deepest craving lay with their mother's vagina, untouched so far. Following that were his aunts' and her own.

Of course, he'd never voice it aloud. Thus, Wang Xin’er beamed and shifted the topic, stating, "Asking him that way, he likely can't rank them. Better to inquire about the one who etched the strongest memory in him."

Wang Yaru swiftly rephrased her query, "Right, brother, who made the deepest mark on you?"

"Without a doubt, it's Mom Yan," Wang Yue answered promptly.

"Our mom?!" Wang Yalan and Wang Yaning gasped in shock, then probed eagerly, "Why her?"

"Mom Yan was my initial partner. I surrendered my virginity to her," Wang Yue explained. "She guided me through numerous intimate skills."

Their mother had truly been their brother's inaugural lover!

Wang Yalan and the rest marveled at the revelation. A twinge of jealousy stirred over their mother claiming his first time, but it faded quickly since the identity didn't truly matter. As long as his affection endured post-intimacy, all was well.

Still, Wang Yaru remarked, "Our mom surely never foresaw you'd employ her taught methods to claim all three of her daughters."

"Actually, Mom Yan often voiced her wish to keep you unmarried and close by. She even suggested I become your shared partner," Wang Yue revealed.

"Mom truly considered our futures," the three sisters murmured in awe.

Had they learned of their mother's intentions prior to developing feelings for Wang Yue and yielding their bodies, they'd have dismissed it as absurd. Yet now, profound thanks filled their hearts toward her.

"Do you wish to show gratitude to Mom Yan?" Wang Yue queried with a sly grin.

The three sisters affirmed with nods.

Wang Yue pressed on, "In that case, we'll arrange a moment to tend to her jointly, letting her bask in our familial devotion fully."

Wang Yue's suggestion brimmed with audacity—he aimed not just to bed all four, but to have them join in pleasuring him collectively.

Nevertheless, Wang Yalan and her two sisters consented.

"Brother, I yearn to assist in caring for our mom alongside you," Wang Xin’er whispered tenderly.

"Rest assured, that moment approaches swiftly," Wang Yue assured with assurance. Given their mother's readiness to strike back at him, a bit of compliance on his part would hasten its arrival.

Though their conversation flowed amid the thrusting, the motions remained gentle. Still, the thrill of delving straight into the uterus proved overwhelming. For Wang Yalan's debut, climax struck her anew in short order.

With her sibling's uterus and vagina gripping him fiercely, Wang Yue climaxed mere moments later.

No sooner had the siblings' peaks subsided than Wang Xin’er and Wang Yaru surged ahead.

Wang Xin’er seized the root of her brother's shaft and withdrew it from her sister's depths. Parting her lips, she engulfed it, heedless of the blend of semen and her fluids coating it.

Wang Yaru displayed even bolder intent. She pressed her mouth to her sister's entrance, drawing out the semen her brother had deposited within, mingled with her sister's essence. She devoured it greedily, requiring three hearty pulls to consume it all.

Wang Xin’er thoroughly cleansed her brother's member with her tongue, then faced Wang Yaning and urged, "Second sister, your moment now. Proceed."

"But what of you and Xiao Ru..." Wang Yaning eagerly craved to welcome her brother's penis into her void and savor the profound entry to her core.

Having already indulged alongside her sister, she refrained from vying with her juniors.

Wang Xin’er grinned reassuringly, "No concerns for us. The night prior to last, Xiao Ru and I endured this rogue's advances through much of the darkness. Recovery eludes us still. Thus, today he’s yours and your sister's to claim."

Wang Yaning blinked in astonishment. The bliss of uniting with her brother was such that a lifetime wouldn't dull it. Why claim exhaustion for Xin’er?

Yet with Xin’er's offer extended, she accepted the generosity without hesitation. Once her sister yielded space, she hiked her cheongsam and mounted her brother, guiding his penis back into her awaiting vagina.

...

The three siblings, joined by their two observing sisters, intertwined in thrusts and chatter, relishing the tender bonds of family and the fiery thrill of passion. Their play stretched from midday clear to almost three in the afternoon.

By then, Wang Yalan and Wang Yaning grasped fully their sisters' sentiments.

After seven or eight rounds with their brother, desire lingered, yet their forms ached with fulfillment.

Their vaginas, ravaged to numbness and slight swelling from the fervor, offered no further delight even should he attempt another plunge.

Besides bodily satiation, their spiritual practice surged ahead markedly.

Now at the Mortal Shedding Realm, Wang Yue harnessed feminine yin energy with greater efficacy.

Consequently, though the women's yin essence remained partly untapped, they leaped from Qi Refining Realm straight to Tianyuan Realm's mid-stage.

Further advances promised they'd soon attain the Gui Zhen Realm, a height once beyond their wildest aspirations.

Wang Yue reaped ample rewards too. Post-absorption of his two sisters' yin energy, his cultivation shifted from early first-layer Mortal Shedding to mid-stage, edging close to late-stage.

Furthermore, as blood kin sharing origins, the purity of his true qi escalated to forty-threefold the standard.

Post their heated exchanges, separation never crossed their minds; they lingered entwined, conversing on diverse matters. The four sisters collaborated to quench their cherished brother's urges, prompting his periodic releases, which they divided and savored as delectable nectar.

Meanwhile, Zhang Hong and Li Gang ventured into rigorous training, joined by Li Gang's boyhood companion Wu Li.

In Jinling City's southern district, beyond the three great families' sway, chaos reigned as one of the urban sprawl's wildest zones. The city's sole underground fighting ring resided here.

"Uncle Zhang, fighting truly holds no appeal for me," Li Gang confessed, eyeing the two combatants clashing in the octagonal ring amid the thunderous roars of thousands watching.

"This barrier demands your conquest!" Zhang Hong declared gravely. "Lest you linger as a mere surface-level fighter, fit only for feeble foes, and fail the young master's faith in you."

The nod to the young master's hopes steeled Li Gang's resolve, and he agreed, "Alright, I'll step up."

"Fear not, Uncle Zhang and I stand ready to root for you," Wu Li bolstered Li Gang's spirits.

Through diligent learning, she grasped much of the martial realm and recognized Wang Yue's extensive aid to Li Gang. Thus, she wisely aided in convincing him.

Next, the trio donned masks and headed to the rear registration counter.

Warriors carry esteemed names. Even cash-strapped ones seeking arena earnings shun public knowledge of their bouts.

Here, crowds not only spectate warrior clashes but wager on results. Many fear identification after cashing winnings.

As such, masks abound commonly. At least sixty percent of attendees conceal their faces.

The venue boasts its own combatants, yet they emerge solely sans registrants.

After all, arena-exclusive fighters would invite result rigging, eroding spectator trust without mortal combats.

Yet warriors differ from mere produce, unfit for slaughter after single bouts.

The ring couldn't sustain such losses.

Hence, most combatants hail from willing sign-ups.

"We're here to enter a bout," Zhang Hong announced in a gruffer tone than normal upon reaching the desk.

"Who's competing?" The attendant skipped formalities. Noting the trio, he queried straight.

"He is," Zhang Hong indicated Li Gang trailing him. "Alias: Bear Big."

"Bear Big? Suits him perfectly." The attendant appraised Li Gang's towering two-meter-plus frame, mountain-like build, and brown bear mask. Without further probes, he processed the entry, issuing a numbered tag. "Await your call by tag number. Victory or defeat yields one million credit points as participation reward. Wagers available at the booth, but self-bets limited to your triumph, not defeat."

Zhang Hong appeared well-versed in the routine, posing no queries. Tag in hand, he led Li Gang and their companion to the numbered fighter's waiting area.

"Uncle Zhang, does signing up prove this straightforward?" Li Gang wondered aloud. "Why skip checks on cultivation bases?"

"That's the ring's way. No inquiries into fighters' cultivations. Purely down to prowess. Face a vastly superior base, and fate decides," Zhang Hong elucidated.

"Doesn't that breed injustice?" Li Gang pressed.

"Fairness? A myth in this world," Zhang Hong scoffed.

"Lower cultivators versus superiors cry foul. But even juniors outmatch mortals—deem that unjust? Among common folk, fortunes and ranks vary wildly. Some inherit riches, others toil endlessly. Fair?"

Zhang Hong's tone carried profound resonance here.

Indeed, from the Tianhai Zhang lineage, gifted and diligent, yet as a side branch scion, he garnered no clan nurturing and endured commands from wastrels like Zhang Lingfeng. Where lay equity there?

Li Gang, though straightforward, lacked folly. Absorbing Zhang Hong's insight, he nodded pensively and fell silent.

From the fighters' prep room, arena spectacles unfolded visibly. Warriors mounted the platform ceaselessly for fierce contests.

Some clashes resolved in flashes, others stretched endlessly.

Regardless of duration, the vanquished departed battered—often gravely wounded. One ill-fated fighter met death right there.

The graver the warriors' harms, the wilder the crowd's jubilation. Mostly everyday folk, they bowed meekly to fighters normally.

Yet beholding these almighty figures pummeled like ragdolls sparked a visceral, shadowy glee.

Such lurks in humanity's core.

Gambling's presence only stoked the frenzy to stake fortunes. Victors bellowed triumph, losers spat venom. Here, sentiments flowed unchecked.