Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2078 - 407: The Third Leap of the Mortal Transformation Level 4

Over a decade as a widow had slowly eroded her emotions toward her late husband. Yet, with the passing years, her cravings intensified.

Her relaxed duties at the Wang household left her with ample free time to dwell on sensual fantasies. Frequently, she awoke during the night to find her undergarments drenched.

Previously, she had coped by pleasuring herself, but after Li Menglan shared tales of the young master’s exceptional prowess, solo efforts failed to quench her thirst.

Even picturing the young master in her mind as her fantasy lover proved insufficient; she yearned deeply for an actual night in his embrace.

Yet she understood the impossibility of it all.

The young master served as the only successor to the Wang lineage, one of the three great families no less.

She remained merely the chief servant in the Wang household, far from untouched purity.

What shot did she have at catching his eye?

To her surprise, Li Menglan displayed remarkable faithfulness. Once graced by the young master’s attention, she refused to hoard it solely for herself and orchestrated this opportunity. The young master, moved by the dedication of all who served the Wang family, consented to the arrangement.

For Sister Cui, this turn of events was a monumental windfall. Her long-held dream was on the verge of realization—how could her excitement not surge?

Still, upon spotting the young master reclined on the bed with his eyes blindfolded, anxiety gripped her.

After all, he was nobility incarnate, born to privilege. Could a simple woman like her taint his exalted status?

In that instant, Sister Cui nearly fled the scene. But departing now would betray the generosity extended by both the young master and Li Menglan.

Following a stretch of indecision, Sister Cui summoned her resolve and approached the bed. Silently, she extended her quivering fingers and gradually slid off the young master’s trousers.

As his garments fell away, Wang Yue’s substantial and lengthy member leaped forth, standing tall and defiant toward the ceiling.

Sister Cui clamped her hand over her lips to stifle a gasp of astonishment.

Though Li Menglan had painted vivid pictures for her, beholding the young master’s member firsthand overwhelmed her with awe. Its size was immense! Its presence commanding!

After gazing at it intently for some time, Sister Cui extended her palms and grasped it, treating it with near-worshipful care.

The scorching warmth, the unyielding firmness, and the vigorous throbbing ignited a fire in her veins.

Overcome by impulse, she drew her face nearer and nestled the young master’s member against her ripened, soft cheek, gliding it across her skin.

A short while later, Sister Cui parted her lips, eager to envelop the young master’s member within. Yet fear of impropriety held her back, causing profound reluctance.

At that precise moment, Wang Yue subtly thrust his hips forward, sliding half of his member into Sister Cui’s waiting mouth.

Shock and joy flooded Sister Cui in equal measure. She gripped the member firmly right away and sucked with fervor, lowering her head to draw in even more.

Yet Wang Yue’s member proved too vast. Despite her utmost efforts, Sister Cui managed to accommodate only half its length.

The sensation of her mouth stuffed full nearly drove her to climax. Her undergarments were thoroughly dampened.

The young master’s member held an irresistible allure. Sister Cui longed to clutch it in her hands and savor it orally without end.

But reality intruded—she could never claim the young master as her own. Numerous other women awaited their moments. Lingering too long wasn’t an option. Thus, after some devoted sucking and oral motions, she regretfully withdrew it.

Next, Sister Cui stripped away her servant’s attire piece by piece, folding it neatly aside to avoid soiling it amid her upcoming closeness with the young master.

Through his sensory perception, Wang Yue scrutinized Sister Cui with keen interest. Unlike the vibrant elder beauties in his home, Sister Cui’s advanced years showed in her slightly slackened skin, and her ample bosom hung lower. Her looks lacked sharp appeal, yet this enhanced her seasoned allure.

Already drawn to women of maturity, Wang Yue’s gaze on Sister Cui’s form caused his member to stiffen further.

Once fully undressed, Sister Cui cautiously mounted the bed, parting her thighs to straddle Wang Yue. One hand steadied his massive member while the other parted her slick folds, then she eased downward, guiding it into her depths.

Aided by her abundant wetness, Wang Yue’s full member slid completely into Sister Cui’s entrance.

Though experienced in the past, Sister Cui had gone without intimacy for more than ten years. No prior partner matched this girth. As Wang Yue’s enormous member penetrated her, an unprecedented fullness and bliss washed over her, mingled with twinges of unease and ache.

Aware that halting midway must discomfort Wang Yue, Sister Cui pushed aside her concerns. She drew in a steadying breath and plunged down abruptly.

That action lodged Wang Yue’s member about halfway within, falling short of full immersion as anticipated.

Midway in, Wang Yue’s hands suddenly seized her rounded rear.

"Slow down, let’s get used to it first," Wang Yue murmured gently.

The young master’s concern in this intimate juncture deeply moved Sister Cui. Thus, she paused briefly, determined not to squander his thoughtfulness.

Even with merely half of Wang Yue’s member embedded, the strain and soreness multiplied intensely. Yet overshadowing that was an exquisite, wordless completeness and delight.

Soon enough, deeming Sister Cui adjusted, Wang Yue loosened his hold, permitting her to proceed further.

Grasping his intent, Sister Cui advanced cautiously this time. Inch by inch, she eased Wang Yue’s member deeper inside.

Some ten seconds passed before the mighty member touched her innermost barrier. Sister Cui sensed it not only occupying her body but also claiming her spirit.

From that point forward, her devotion was pledged solely to the young master.

Yet shortly after, she noted her depths brimmed full, but Wang Yue’s member remained partially unsheathed.

Awe at the young master’s magnificence filled her, though she refrained from descending more. Instead, she rocked her full, curvaceous hips rhythmically, tantalizing him.

That rhythm proved unstoppable for Sister Cui. Each thrust of Wang Yue’s member within sent her essence soaring. The ecstasy was so profound, she’d embrace eternal damnation for it.

It wasn’t long before Sister Cui shuddered violently, cresting into release.

Wang Yue unleashed his essence, flooding deep into Sister Cui’s core. Simultaneously, he channeled his internal energy to draw out her long-hoarded yin energy.

Already lost in rapture, Sister Cui found Wang Yue’s powerful release amplifying her bliss. This sublime sensation lingered extensively.

For both sexes, climaxes tend to be fleeting. Yet Sister Cui’s endured close to three minutes. The thrill of yielding her yin energy surpassed the peak itself.

Only after Wang Yue claimed every trace of her yin energy did he cease. Sister Cui went limp abruptly, slumping atop Wang Yue, devoid of even the strength to twitch.

The influx of potent yin energy merged with his meridians’ pure yang essence, unleashing a torrent in his true energy. His cultivation level ascended steadily.

He had assumed this unilateral yin absorption for cultivation would yield lesser gains than shared practice.

In truth, he erred. This selfish intake outperformed dual methods, as reciprocity in mutual cultivation demands sharing rewards, whereas here he reaped it all alone.

Thankfully, Wang Yue harbored no malice and possessed a measure of inner clarity. Else, the lure of such power might have twisted him into a predator.

Though superior in efficiency, this absorption offered only a single harvest. Once depleted, the woman’s yin provided no more. Over time, balanced dual cultivation held greater value.

Wang Yue processed the Yuan Yin energy swiftly. Within half a minute, he nearly fully integrated what he’d drawn from Sister Cui.

Via their joined connection, he then infused a balanced yin-yang true energy stream back into her.

Lacking dual cultivation harmony, Sister Cui absorbed and melded this energy poorly.

This modest infusion wouldn’t forge her into a cultivator, but it would revitalize her form, preserving her vitality for another decade at least—a modest gift from Wang Yue.

Bolstered by Wang Yue’s true energy, Sister Cui recovered a sliver of vigor. She dismounted him gradually, donned her garments in silence, and departed wordlessly.

Though exhaustion weighed on her limbs, an profound ease settled in, as if youth had returned in part.

Above all, the prolonged three-minute summit sated her utterly. Decades of suppressed longing erupted at once. She doubted such urges would stir again for ten to fifteen days of repose.

From roughly 5 p.m. through the following late night, spanning nearly thirty hours, Wang Yue indulged in wildly excessive acts. He coupled with sixty-nine distinct women, surpassing any prior single encounter since his first with Yan’s mother.

To his knowledge, the Wang Family Manor housed just seventy servants total. Subtracting Li Menglan left precisely sixty-nine.

Didn’t that imply every servant under his roof had shared his bed at least once? Most virgins among them. Truly, an outrageous feat.

Still, the outrageous outcomes delighted him. Empowered by sixty-nine surges of Yuan Yin energy, his cultivation leaped three stages at once, vaulting from late first layer of the Mortal Shedding Realm to mid-fourth layer of the Mortal Shedding Realm.