Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2124 - 445: Screwing the Transcendent Realm! 4

A whirlwind of sensations twisted into a deadly brew of bliss, shaking her whole form with quakes.

If the earlier rubbing had been just bodily ease, this delved straight into her spirit. It no longer seemed like Wang Yue was simply within her; it was as if he pounded right at her core. That profound thrill was so complete it drove her toward madness.

Yingying observed with eyes bulging in astonishment. She realized her Master’s small build couldn’t normally contain all of him—typically, a few inches of that enormous shaft stayed outside. Yet now, Wang Yue had plunged the full length deep inside.

"Brother-in-law, go easy! You’ll shatter her!" the compassionate sister-in-law begged once more.

"Let her shatter," Wang Yue grinned, his grip fastening on Yu Suxin’s slim waist to block any retreat. He jerked his hips with fierce purpose, starting a barrage of brutal, spirit-shattering pumps. "She wished for death, didn’t she? Fine, I’ll grant it—I’ll screw her until she dies from within!"

Smack... Smack... Smack...

The rhythmic, savage clash of skin against skin echoed. Each collision of his lower body against her plump pale buttocks drove his tip crashing into her cervix like a battering ram.

Yu Suxin melted into a puddle. The overwhelming rush of delight erased all urges to resist; she managed only fractured, breathless cries.

In her mind, she despised her frailty, yet her form betrayed her utterly. All her cherished morals dissolved in the haze, overtaken by an urgent, shadowy hunger to stay immersed in his unyielding onslaught.

Beneath such strain, she couldn’t hold out. Her frame convulsed as she reached a fierce orgasm.

Wang Yue delivered one last mighty plunge, locking against her depths and unleashing a blazing flood of essence straight into her womb. Her eyes flipped upward as the raw force of it wiped her thoughts clean.

Normally, Yu Suxin would reclaim some sense after climaxing—like her prior attempt to flee. But Wang Yue offered no respite.

Right after releasing, he withdrew, rolled her sideways, and draped one of her elegant legs over his shoulder. Before she could grasp the lingering tremors, he thrust back in, igniting another frenzy of intense ravaging.

Still surfing the remnants of the previous surge, a new blaze ignited. Her thoughts yelled for defiance, but her body curved eagerly toward him.

Through the following hours, Wang Yue handled her as a lifeless plaything, shifting into every conceivable stance.

His member acted like an endless engine, a piston locked in ceaseless frenzy. Yu Suxin lay ruined, able only to accept.

Wave after wave of climaxes crashed upon her. As her psyche recoiled more from the obscenity, her body craved the thrill deeper.

Yingying beheld the chaos, her initial horror morphing into an odd sympathy. She felt her brother-in-law was excessively harsh, toying with her Master so deliberately and savagely. Yet witnessing her Master’s instinctive reactions, she couldn’t urge him to halt.

The Dual Cultivation wrought wonders. Each mutual peak broke through another limit in Wang Yue’s cultivation, while Yu Suxin’s inner harms faded away. Even her broken foundation mended gradually, bit by bit.

When Wang Yue broke into the early 7th level of the Mortal Shedding Realm, Yu Suxin’s form stood flawless. The wounds had vanished; her foundation rebuilt.

The downside? Her meridians and Dantian lay utterly spent, empty of any trace of True Qi. She remained a Transcendent force in utter depletion.

Following endless sessions, Yu Suxin at last gained some tolerance against the bliss. Her wits sharpened even amid the exploitation of her body.

This time, she refrained from struggling; she allowed him to position her in a "Lotus" pose, perched on his lap as he lifted and dropped her on his legs, her snug passage gripping him tightly while he feasted on her breasts with ravenous lips.

As the energy flowed, new Qi started budding in her meridians. With no injuries left to heal, the power began accumulating. It amounted to scarcely 5% of her maximum, but for a Transcendent, that fraction could shift mountains.

Following a thousand more ferocious drives, Yu Suxin exploded once more, and Wang Yue overflowed her completely one last time.

Yet as he drew back to alter positions anew, the fog in Yu Suxin’s gaze sharpened abruptly. In a flash, she lashed out with her hand, smashing a palm strike into Wang Yue’s chest.

BOOM!

The blow hurled Wang Yue through the air, crashing him into the fortified wall hard enough to bend metal.

A Transcendent stays formidable, even at 5%. Without his recent advance to the 7th level with refined Qi, that hit might have slain a weaker foe. He slid down the wall, wheezing for breath, though his pride held firm.

"Damn," he rasped, pretending greater harm than felt. "Plotting to kill your husband?"

"I’ll kill you!" Yu Suxin ignored her nudity. She sprang from the bed, her palm targeting Wang Yue’s brow directly.

"Master, no!" Yingying cried out.

The palm halted mere millimeters from his flesh.

The plea didn’t halt her. Incapability did. He had taken her innocence, true, but he’d dragged her from death’s edge and mended a foundation she deemed irretrievable forever. In mere weeks, she’d reclaim her peak—a genuine Transcendent anew. It bound her with a life debt.

Yet she couldn’t view him as a rescuer. This youth had devoted the prior hours to pounding her into submission, disregarding her cries and methodically molding her intimate areas into his private domain. Worse, he’d enacted it all before her disciple.

How could she meet Yingying’s eyes henceforth, aware her pupil had seen her wail in rapture during forced ravishment?

Powerless to slay him and unable to confront her student, Yu Suxin unleashed a prolonged, tormented wail of sorrow and fury. She grabbed her garments, dressed in a whirlwind, and punched a gap in the rear wall with one blow before fleeing into the darkness.

"Master!" Yingying pursued through the breach, but only chilly gusts lingered.