Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2068 - 397: The Art of Language 2

"What exactly counts as one time?" Wang Zhiting countered with her question.

"It refers to the number of times he ejaculates," Huang Yuexiang explained. Yet she quickly saw that this might lack clarity, so she clarified further, "I'm talking about the duration he can thrust within you."

"It's tough to pin down," Wang Zhiting responded.

"Well, he always manages to climax alongside me. When my own climax takes more time, his movements inside me last longer. If I peak swiftly, his thrusting shortens accordingly. Typically, each round averages around five minutes."

"Such stamina falls short," Huang Yuexiang remarked.

If it were just you alone, that would suffice. Adding Chen Xi into the mix might make it marginally feasible. However, with additional women, it simply wouldn't hold up. Consider that for any man, managing two or three consecutive ejaculations is already substantial.

Even for a youthful fellow capable of five or six in succession, satisfying numerous women remains out of reach. Moreover, prolonged indulgence like this gravely harms his well-being. Therefore, Tingting, heed your mother's words.

End this affair with him right away. If not, once he gathers more women later on, won't you be left neglected like a widow? As his cousin, you'd lack any leverage against the others."

"Mom, you're lowballing my brother once more," Wang Zhiting protested, her lips pursing in annoyance. "He's far from inadequate. He could release hundreds of times daily and remain full of vigor."

Huang Yuexiang found herself chuckling involuntarily.

"Foolish girl, I get your longing to stay with your brother, yet that claim stretches credibility too far. Hundreds of times each day? Even if he were expelling urine rather than semen, it wouldn't suffice."

"I'm speaking the truth. If you doubt me, then drop it," Wang Zhiting insisted obstinately.

Huang Yuexiang felt astonishment. She understood her daughter intimately. Lies would prompt endless justifications under scrutiny. Truth, met with skepticism, would yield no further defense.

Her demeanor plainly showed she spoke honestly.

Yet the notion of hundreds of daily ejaculations defied belief. Thus, she pressed on, "Alright, I'll accept it. But tell me, how does he manage that?"

Noticing her mother's acceptance, Wang Zhiting relaxed and explained, "Brother mentions it ties to his cultivation techniques. He transforms the pure yang energy drifting through the cosmos into boundless personal power, accelerating his sexual recovery by thousands of folds. Something along those lines, I suppose."

"Do such cultivation techniques truly exist?" Huang Yuexiang expressed wonder.

"Indeed, and here's a major revelation," Wang Zhiting confided. "Actually, the cultivation techniques my brother imparts to us only succeed through intercourse with him."

"Oh?!" Huang Yuexiang gasped. Could that imply every woman who's mastered these techniques has shared intimacy with Wang Yue...

Heavens, that would mean throughout the Wang family, aside from herself, her mother-in-law, and a handful more, all others have turned into Wang Yue's lovers, much like her own daughter!

"Mom, feeling enticed yet?" Wang Zhiting inquired abruptly.

"Enticed by what?" Huang Yuexiang, still reeling from the shock, replied on reflex.

"By my brother, of course," Wang Zhiting giggled.

"Imagine it—intimacy with him not only boosts cultivation at a rapid pace but delivers the ultimate ecstasy for any woman. Mom, you've endured solitude for three years now. Don't you crave experiencing my brother's impressive manhood? If you're inclined, I wouldn't stand in your way."

"What nonsense is this!" Huang Yuexiang rebuked, her cheeks flushing crimson.

Still, denying any temptation would ring hollow, particularly after discovering Wang Yue's connections with nearly every female in the household. After all, "the law doesn't punish the majority".

A shrewd woman by nature, she discerned from Wang Yue's behaviors his intent to claim every woman in the family. She undoubtedly ranked among his pursuits. Refusal might not deter him; he'd likely devise some enticement.

Perhaps her daughter shared these details intentionally, advancing his allure.

Yet Wang Zhiting continued, "If you're not interested, so be it. But perpetual isolation isn't viable. Here's an idea: tomorrow and the next day, I'll present you with a surprise. It should at least ease your tedium, sparing you such prolonged suffering."

"What sort of surprise?" Huang Yuexiang queried.

"A secret for now!" Wang Zhiting grinned playfully, rising to her feet. "Mom, I'm heading back. Catch you tomorrow."

With those words, she departed without awaiting approval, abandoning Huang Yuexiang to her lingering unrest for quite some time.

The following morning, Wang Yue lingered in affectionate embraces with his mother, savored a hearty breakfast, and then ventured out solo from Wang Family Manor.

His aim was the Su Family outpost on the city's western edge, where he intended to detail the sword's attributes to Yan Fangfei, enabling her to craft an effective blade promptly.

Passing through the bustling downtown, Wang Yue recalled Li Yingying. Ages had slipped by since their last encounter. Why not seize the moment for a visit?

She counted as his sister-in-law, after all, and her sibling carried his inaugural offspring. Expressing care seemed appropriate.

Thus, he altered course toward Li Yingying's academy.

Morning classes hadn't commenced, leaving throngs of students milling beyond the gates. To sidestep undue notice, Wang Yue stationed his hovercar afar and proceeded on foot to the quaint eatery named "Yu Yan".

Li Yingying ought to be present there presently.

Strolling the modest plaza near the entrance, observing the unburdened pupils, Wang Yue sensed a twinge of jealousy. Despite his elite lineage and current prowess at the Transcendent Mortal Realm, at their age, he'd lacked such lightheartedness.

Naturally, Wang Yue recognized the irony: while he yearned for their ease, they coveted his status intensely. Human nature often fixates on the unattainable as supreme, overlooking existing blessings.

That said, drawing from his prior existence, Wang Yue differed. He respected these youths yet valued his own possessions deeply.

In truth, he'd once envisioned immersing in such schoolbound freedom. Circumstances had delayed it thus far. With summer break looming, the endeavor might defer to post-vacation.

"Hey, Young Master Wang?!" As he neared the dining hall's doorway, an astonished call echoed from behind.

Wang Yue pivoted to find a smiling young woman. Attractive enough, yet her face stirred no recognition.

"It's really you! What wind blows you here?" Her delight intensified upon confirming his identity.

"And you are?" Wang Yue gazed puzzled, pondering if she hailed from his former life, a peripheral acquaintance faded by memory.

The girl hesitated momentarily, then recalled something and suggested, "Let's chat indoors."

Thereupon, she approached Wang Yue, and together they entered the cafeteria.