Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2121 - 441: Screwing the Transcendent Realm! 1

With the True Qi successfully connecting and enduring the first fierce outburst, the deadliest obstacle had been overcome.

Now, Wang Yue simply needed to gradually blend his essence with Yu Suxin’s, subduing the ferocious, turbulent energy inside her. He pulled her disordered Qi into himself to refine it via his Dual Cultivation method, then sent it back into her to mend her injured meridians and organs using the equilibrated Yin-Yang energy.

Because of his latest advancement in cultivation, Wang Yue avoided the fatigue that had overwhelmed him previously. Rather, he sensed an odd surge of vitality as he seized complete command of the procedure.

As the method entered its automatic phase, the psychological pressure lessened, allowing him to finally unwind.

"Yingying, it’s working. Our True Qi is fused. Just a bit more Dual Cultivation and your Master will return to us," Wang Yue announced, promptly relaying the positive update to Li Yingying, who waited nervously beside the bed.

Yingying felt overjoyed, yet that joy was swiftly overshadowed by intense humiliation. Before, she had lingered to assist her brother-in-law in inserting his cock into her comatose Master purely to preserve her life. However, with the threat gone, remaining would position her as a direct witness to her admired man thrusting into her revered teacher.

She rose, shifting uncomfortably. "I... I should probably leave now."

"Hold on, stay," Wang Yue halted her at once. "Your brother and the rest are just beyond the door. If you exit now, they’ll witness it all. Plus, I require your assistance for the upcoming stage."

"My assistance? For what?" Yingying inquired, truly intrigued.

"For arousing your Master," Wang Yue smiled. "The essence of this Dual Cultivation approach is that it flourishes through ecstasy. The stronger the delight for both, the superior the outcomes. It accelerates the recovery immensely."

Yingying appeared doubtful, yet she placed absolute faith in Wang Yue. "But Master remains in profound unconsciousness. She can’t sense anything, right?"

"No need to fret. Once her Qi stabilizes, she’ll shift from deep coma to light slumber. She won’t be fully conscious, but her form will recover sensations and respond on instinct," Wang Yue clarified.

"Oh..." Yingying acknowledged, grasping it partially, but she remained in place.

Wang Yue stayed embedded deeply within Yu Suxin, maintaining a consistent rhythm while directing the energy circulation. Her meridians continued in disarray; he couldn’t yet rely wholly on the method’s self-guidance.

As their energies merged, they formed one unified, unbreakable power. Beneath their joint effect, the "feral" Qi in her slowly shattered and "tamed," integrating into the loop and enhancing the Dual Cultivation True Qi’s strength progressively.

As a Transcendent Realm expert, Yu Suxin offered Wang Yue enormous gains through cultivation. Even during this initial balancing period, his personal cultivation was visibly advancing.

Yu Suxin gained equally. Rather than brute force, the energy concentrated on revitalizing her fractured meridians, her Dantian, and her severely damaged inner organs.

Following thirty more minutes of vigorous circulation, the turbulent energy was at last subdued. Precisely then, Wang Yue’s frame trembled faintly.

He broke through the late fourth level of the Mortal Shedding Realm, reaching its pinnacle with ease, and the surge persisted onward.

"Okay, now’s the moment. Let’s begin," Wang Yue instructed Yingying.

Without pausing for her action, he initiated his own tempo. After nearly three hours of being gripped firmly inside her, he finally commenced sliding his girthy cock in and out of Yu Suxin’s snug, superior pussy.

Yingying had never witnessed such a sight. She froze in place, eyes bulging, seeking guidance from Wang Yue.

Wang Yue offered a comforting grin. He bent forward, grasping one of Yu Suxin’s full breasts, squeezing and shaping the yielding tissue. He drew close, capturing a nipple between his lips to suck and flick his tongue over it. "Come along, Yingying. She’s your Master—don’t hold back."

Observing him sparked Yingying’s interest. She copied his actions, seizing her Master’s remaining breast, rubbing it before bowing to nurse on the opposite nipple.

Shortly after, Wang Yue grabbed a small container he’d placed nearby beforehand. "If merely sucking feels too basic, we can spice it up," he quipped.

He uncapped the jar, extracted a portion of the dense, sticky material, and spread it across Yu Suxin’s nipple prior to resuming his attentions.

Curious, Yingying examined the surrounding jars and vials. They contained creams, honey, and assorted fruit preserves. These weren’t meant for "healing" at all, nor as lubricants—their sole intent was to be savored from her Master’s skin.

Yingying started questioning Wang Yue’s real intentions. "Does this... actually aid Master?"

"Absolutely. See? Her nipples are hardening already," Wang Yue murmured, his voice obscured by the bosom against his face. "Her pussy’s responding as well. It’s moistening, and she’s squeezing my cock deliberately. Damn, it’s incredible!"

He spoke true. Yu Suxin’s passage was inherently narrow, but with her body now instinctively engaging, it throbbed with each plunge. The velvety, tight channel clung to his length like a suction, turning every motion into an exquisite challenge.

Wang Yue detected another detail: beyond his technique, a different force within her had stirred and started flowing—a force apparently endowed with its own inherent Dual Cultivation traits.

Though Yu Suxin’s personal inner method was only about a tenth as potent as Wang Yue’s advanced Dual Cultivation skill, their combination yielded a tremendous enhancement.

It not only almost doubled the healing’s total effectiveness but also amplified the bodily ecstasy of every penetration to soaring heights.

Despite Yu Suxin’s ongoing unconscious state and inability to join actively, the pure thrill Wang Yue experienced during their coupling rivaled—or surpassed—the encounters with his most skilled, eager companions.

Upon hearing Wang Yue, Li Yingying’s eyes lowered to their connection point. Indeed, with each withdrawal of Wang Yue’s enormous rod from her Master’s compact, firm entrance, a copious, creamy fluid emerged.

This wasn’t the earlier lubricant she’d assisted with; the hue differed, and the quantity was excessive. Though still a virgin, Yingying wasn’t naive—particularly post her "experience" on the bus. She recalled the embarrassing gush of her own juices from that mere friction.

Her Master’s evident leakage confirmed she was immersed in identical overwhelming rapture.

No, Yingying reflected, Master must be sensing it far deeper. On the bus, she’d only been rubbed externally. Her Master was presently penetrated to the core.

Briefly, Yingying experienced a twinge of jealousy for her Master, but it soon gave way to gladness. Her Master wasn’t just reveling in ultimate delight; she was channeling it to heal her ravaged form. A flawless mutual triumph.

Thoroughly persuaded by Wang Yue’s reasoning, Yingying acted without delay. She selected her preferred fruit jam, took a hefty spoonful, and applied it generously over her Master’s pale, flawless breast and its vivid, sheer nipple. She approached, lapping it away gradually like an eager feline.

Through their joint ministrations, the dormant Yu Suxin’s breaths grew labored. Her alluring, advanced-cultivation body started to twist naturally, her rounded hips lifting and pushing up to greet Wang Yue’s forceful member with each pounding beat.