Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2131 - 452: Pain Isn’t the Point 3

While Wang Yue directed his internal Qi, the lewd noises from the bedroom leaked through the door's gaps, wafted through the living room, and slithered into the guest room where the twins were bunking.

In there, Zhou Pingping and Zhou Tingting were just about to nod off when the weird sounds snapped them fully awake.

"Pingping, did you hear that?" The older twin propped herself up and murmured to her sister.

Zhou Tingting sat up too, giving a nod. "I did. It seems to be coming from Mom’s bedroom."

Slap... slap... slap...

"Ah... ah... you little scamp... take it easy... too rough... Auntie can’t handle it... ah... Auntie’s gonna... get fucked to death by you..."

The slick, pulsing clash of bodies and Zhou Yifei’s panting cries became sharper and sharper.

"Mom sounds like she’s in pain," Pingping remarked, her forehead creasing at her mother’s apparent distressed tone.

"Yes, and what’s with that smacking noise?" Tingting chimed in.

The two girls exchanged glances, then gasped together: "Is someone attacking Mom?!"

Terror gripped them. Sleep forgotten, they jumped from the bed, raced out of their room, and bolted to the main bedroom.

Normally, Zhou Yifei secured the door with a bolt to avoid any unintended entries, but tonight it stood unlocked. The twins charged straight inside.

The sight that greeted them was utterly shocking.

Their mom lay there fully bare, her legs lifted high and slung over a man’s shoulders. The man, equally nude, knelt in front of her, thrusting his body into hers with powerful, steady pushes that drew repeated "screams" from her.

Viewed from behind, the man resembled their beloved "Big Brother Tiezhu" perfectly.

"Brother Tiezhu! Why are you striking my mom?" Pingping called out, her voice quivering with outrage.

Zhou Yifei, immersed in waves of ecstasy, almost leaped from the bed at her daughters’ voices. Her body tensed up automatically.

Wang Yue pretended to be startled, halting his motions and glancing over his shoulder. His muscles flexed as well—not out of fright, but from the intense restraint needed. His aunt’s abrupt scare made her "little flower" grip like a clamp, sucking his cock tight, while her cervix latched onto his glans like an eager tiny mouth. The powerful contraction almost pushed him over the edge instantly.

"Ah! Who are you?" Tingting cried out. With Wang Yue back to his real, strikingly handsome features, she failed to identify him.

Wang Yue offered them a soft, calming smile. "No need to fear. It’s me, Brother Tiezhu."

The two pure souls could intuitively detect a person’s core nature. That recognizable aroma and his distinct voice immediately assured them that this stunning newcomer was truly their Tiezhu.

Yet they lacked the moment to question his altered appearance. Pingping restated her query: "Brother Tiezhu, why are you striking Mom?"

"I’m not striking her. We’re only engaging in a game," Wang Yue laughed lightly.

Zhou Yifei pressed her distinctive big eyes closed, her cheeks flushing a red so intense it seemed she might bleed from her skin.

"Liar! You’re pounding her so fiercely she’s weeping!" Pingping snorted, marching to the bed’s edge alongside her sister.

All at once, Tingting broke into sobs. "Sister! Brother Tiezhu is murdering Mom!"

Pingping paused. "He’s not."

"See!" Tingting indicated the spot where their bodies connected. "He rammed that huge, fat thing into her!"

Pingping peered down, her eyes bulging. Brother Tiezhu had indeed forced something massively wide into their mom. Its length was hidden, but the thickness was alarming. Both children began crying for real.

Wang Yue felt helpless. He understood his young cousins were naive, but he hadn’t expected such innocence. They were witnessing the act up close and mistaking it for a violent assault.

The twins were already cute, but their "pear-blossoms-in-the-rain" tears tugged at the heart. Wang Yue hurried to clarify. "Stop crying! I’m truly not striking her, and I’m absolutely not killing her!"

They refused to believe him. Through their tears, Pingping extended her tiny hand, seized the root of Wang Yue’s member, and yanked hard—pulling the almost eight-inch beast nearly free from her mother’s depths.

"It’s that lengthy?!" Witnessing the item pull out—not merely thick, but appearing bottomless—the girls bawled louder. In their innocent minds, no one could endure something so enormous being inserted.

Wang Yue saw explanations weren’t working. He turned to Zhou Yifei for aid. "Auntie, assist me here. Speak up."

Yifei refused to let her daughters suffer from a misconception, so she pushed down her embarrassment and pried her eyes open. "Pingping, Tingting... Mom is fine."

"Mom? You’re not gone?" they exclaimed.

Yifei forced a faint, uneasy grin. "Foolish darlings, naturally I’m not gone."

Relief flooded them, and they dabbed at their eyes. Yet Tingting remained wary. "But Brother Tiezhu inserted that enormous thing into you."

"Exactly! It must ache! Brother Tiezhu is a mean bully!" Pingping echoed, her small features twisting in fury once more as she recalled him "stabbing" her mom with that massive rod.

Zhou Yifei was clever as a whip. Initially dazed, she now grasped that Wang Yue had orchestrated this deliberately. Having already resigned herself to her daughters one day being his, she decided this moment suited a "lesson" well.

"No need to fret," she murmured gently. "Brother Tiezhu spoke truly. We’re playing a game. It doesn’t pain Mom—in fact, it feels incredibly, incredibly wonderful."

The twins adored games, but this one was unfamiliar. "What game? Why didn’t you show us how to play?"

"It’s named the ’Poke-the-Flower’ game, and typically, only adults participate," Yifei described, her visage aflame. "That’s when a man inserts his ’joystick’ into a woman’s ’flower’ and shifts it in and out. It brings great joy to both."

The two girls widened their large eyes, appearing completely baffled.