Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2122 - 442: Screwing the Transcendent Realm! 2

"Oh my god, Master is reacting!" Yingying exclaimed, her tone blending surprise with utter joy.

"Of course she is. My Dual Cultivation art never fails," Wang Yue grunted, maintaining his consistent pace. "If we deliver a strong burst of arousal, she’ll come to quickly."

"How? Tell me what to do!" Yingying demanded eagerly.

Wang Yue grabbed another scoop of jam and spread it generously across Yu Suxin’s swollen clitoris, which pulsed at the peak of her folds. "Lick her right there," he ordered.

Observing her brother-in-law’s enormous shaft thrusting in and out of her Master’s snug entrance had already tested Yingying’s sense of propriety to its limit.

And now he expected her to use her tongue in that spot? It was quite a demand. Yet, for her Master’s survival, Yingying pushed aside her embarrassment. She bent forward, extending her delicate tongue to savor the jam from the tender bud.

Witnessing the young woman attend to her Master’s most intimate area ignited a new rush of excitement in Wang Yue. "Keep going, Yingying. Show some affection to your brother-in-law as well. Lick my shaft while it’s inside her."

Yingying was completely convinced at this point. Having sampled his "spirit" earlier, she didn’t pause. She moved nearer, her tongue igniting sparks along the visible section of his member as it plunged into her Master.

She was clever about it—whenever Wang Yue withdrew, pulling the rosy inner walls along with him, she’d slip her tongue in to sample her Master’s nectar.

The view of Yingying’s rosy tongue dancing over Yu Suxin’s similarly reddened skin proved to be the perfect stimulant. Wang Yue’s movements became fierce; his drives intensified, turning more urgent.

Though Yu Suxin remained unconscious, her form had thoroughly "awakened."

A untouched woman of her caliber possessed extreme sensitivity. Ordinary arousal would suffice to overwhelm her, much less being penetrated by a "Divine Grade" instrument such as Wang Yue’s. Paired with the amplifying impact of their harmonious methods, the bliss approached its breaking point.

Following several hundred more forceful plunges, her alluring body convulsed uncontrollably. Her "naughty" entrance gripped like iron jaws, challenging Wang Yue’s member. Seconds later, a torrent of viscous Yin-Essence gushed from her depths, soaking Wang Yue’s tip right as he reached full depth.

That connection shattered his restraint. With a deep bellow, Wang Yue unleashed his own powerful release.

In their mutual peak, the Dual Cultivation achieved maximum potency. Wang Yue sensed a massive shock through his body—his cultivation broke through once more, leaping from the 4th level’s pinnacle directly to the initial stage of the 5th level in the Mortal Shedding Realm.

Yet Yu Suxin benefited even more substantially. The enormous surge of Qi bypassed her vacant Dantian, targeting the injuries first. In an instant, the harm from her self-destructive outburst was entirely repaired.

The rapid recovery pulled her from the coma just before the orgasm’s aftershocks faded.

She regained awareness amid the rush of Wang Yue’s essence flooding her center in warm, copious spurts.

Upon her mind’s return, the initial sensation Yu Suxin experienced was a bliss so profound it almost plunged her back into darkness. The impact of that potent seed striking her vulnerable core prompted her to instinctively embrace the man holding her in place. Her ample hips lifted, matching his every motion as she pursued an intoxicating rapture beyond her imagination.

"Master! You’re really awake!" Yingying’s elated shout pierced the haze at last.

Yu Suxin stiffened. The real world rushed in.

Wang Yue had ceased his pulses, yet his girth remained fully embedded, holding her newly breached passage stretched and overly filled. For a fleeting moment, she yearned to remain so. Then pride surged, and she unleashed a piercing, broken scream: "What are you doing?! Get the hell off me!"

"Senior, that’s harsh. I just rescued you from death. Don’t ruin things so soon," Wang Yue grinned. Rather than withdrawing, he flexed his rigid length upward on purpose, pressing deep into her tender depths once more.

"Oh...!" A soft groan slipped from her lips. Still buzzing from climax, her nerves were acutely responsive. That single flex sparked a bolt of electricity down her back.

However, her resolve was unmatched. She refused to yield. Following the groan, she started struggling, her tone quivering with fury. "You bastard! Remove that revolting thing from me!"

Her resistance rang empty. She had been a Transcendent expert, indeed, but her prior wounds lingered partially, and her Qi was occupied with self-mending. Wang Yue, elevated to 5th-level Mortal Shedding, held her fast like a pinned butterfly.

"Revolting? Senior, this ’thing’ is why you’re alive," Wang Yue laughed. "Plus, you appeared quite engaged moments ago. You held onto me as if you couldn’t bear to release."

"I was not!" Her beautiful features flushed a vivid red as the memory of her reflex surfaced.

"Having memory issues? Lucky for us, there’s a witness," Wang Yue glanced at Yingying. "Yingying, you observed it, didn’t you?"

Yingying nodded deliberately. She had witnessed everything—her Master’s tight embrace, her arched form welcoming his full length. It was the expression of someone utterly ravished into ecstasy.

Yu Suxin wished for death from humiliation. "Just kill me," she murmured, her words heavy with defeat. "Kill me now!"

"Master, don’t say that," Yingying begged. "Examine your condition—is the wound healed?"

"Yeah, I put in too much effort to save you just to end you. That’d be pointless," Wang Yue chimed in.

"I didn’t ask to be saved! Kill me! Just do it!" Losing her innocence and having her disciple see the disgrace proved unbearable. She genuinely sought escape.

"Fine," Wang Yue consented, but rather than drawing a weapon, he thrust his hips forward and resumed pounding into her.

As his rhythm resumed, Yu Suxin sensed those "heavenly" waves emanating from her essence once again, softening her frame to liquid. One corner of her thoughts urged surrender—to cease resistance and savor the journey.

Yet she embodied the "Black Widow." She had endured years of pursuit by the holy lands. Her mental fortitude was unbreakable. She clenched her jaw against the mounting delight and snarled, "You son of a bitch... what are you doing now?"