Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2139 - 460: A Ridiculous Idea 3

Zhou Yifei felt somewhat dazed, her fingers instinctively grazing the areas still tender and swollen from the previous evening's intense encounters, much like the bodies of her two daughters.

Meanwhile, Wang Yue surged through the depths, moving through the water with effortless speed. He covered hundreds of miles in one continuous dash, eventually catching sight of a colossal shadow resting in the murky abyss ahead.

Swimming rapidly toward the underside of the vessel, he sent a signal to Hong Ling and the girls. A small hatch located in the belly of the submarine hissed open instantly.

Once Wang Yue entered the airlock, the outer door sealed shut, barring the river water, and the inner hatch swung upward for him.

Wang Yue sprang out of the chamber, greeted immediately by Hong Ling, Lu Bo, Zi Yun, and Bai Yan. Their faces were illuminated with pure, unadulterated excitement.

"Young Master Wang!" Bai Yan, clearly the boldest, used her superior agility to lunge forward, immediately wrapping her arms around him.

He caught her with ease. Her petite frame served to bolster his own sense of dominance, even though his physical form remained in a state of development.

"You have all exerted yourselves quite a bit while I was away, sisters," Wang Yue murmured, embracing Bai Yan while casting a smirk over the other three. "I wonder, what kind of reward is in store for me?"

"Is that even a real question? We only crave that massive member of yours!" Bai Yan chirped. She hooked her legs around his waist and reached down, skillfully working his pants aside to reveal the beast standing underneath.

The eyes of the trio watching locked onto his form, their breathing growing jagged and heavy.

Interacting with Wang Yue was the pinnacle of pleasure for any woman, yet it functioned like a double-edged sword; once you had experienced it, your libido became insatiable.

Deprive them for too long, and they would spiral into the agony of withdrawal.

Even the most refined woman could not resist. His member served as a high-grade tool for absolute indulgence.

Of course, they reserved this exclusively for him. Before the world, they remained the unattainable elite—dignified ladies and cold, distant goddesses.

As the eldest, Hong Ling attempted to restore a modicum of order. "This is merely the lower gangway," she reminded them. "Let us retreat to the living quarters first."

Bai Yan ignored her entirely. To welcome Wang Yue home, she had donned a tiny miniskirt, requiring no effort to reveal her readiness.

She simply slid her panties aside and thrust her hips downward, swallowing his rigid length into a passage stimulated by the mere anticipation of his arrival.

Knowing they were famished, Wang Yue did not interrupt her haste. He clasped her hips and proceeded down the hallway with the others trailing behind.

With every rhythmic step he took, his member slid against Bai Yan’s tight intimacy, and every deliberate, heavy thrust caused the petite beauty to moan in delight.

By the time they reached their private quarters, not a single person had crossed their path—the women had clearly cleared the deck to ensure they remained undisturbed.

Because the four of them shared this space, the room was vast, dominated by an exceptionally wide bed. It was the perfect arena for their total surrender.

A war of five against one erupted within the cabin.

Five hours later, the room fell into a heavy, quiet exhaustion.

Four distinct, sensual beauties lay sprawled across the bed like abandoned dolls, too drained to lift their heads.

Nevertheless, they clung to Wang Yue. Bai Yan and Zi Yun draped themselves over his legs, fingers tightly gripping the very thing that had punished them for hours, unwilling to let go.

Wang Yue reclined, arms encircling Hong Ling and Lu Bo as they nestled into his chest. As he traced their silky skin and firm breasts, he turned his focus to their affairs. "So, what does the harvest look like lately?"

"The number of women willing to join us has climbed to nine hundred," Bai Yan reported, still toying with his lingering arousal. As the data specialist, she had the metrics at her fingertips.

"Their morale is peaking because of their shared hatred for the pirates. We’ve been quite aggressive—wiping out seventeen small crews and acquiring vast supplies. However, since our actual combat strength is restricted, we haven't engaged the medium or large organizations. We are losing out on significant, high-end loot."

Wang Yue nodded, understanding the dilemma. Only the four of them possessed true Cultivation. Despite being in the Tianyuan Realm, four individuals could not be everywhere at once.

The submarine was a beast after its recent upgrades, yet the larger pirate syndicates possessed modern heavy weaponry and their own experts.

If they could not overwhelm the enemy with the vessel's systems alone, the girls would have to depart the ship to board, leaving fifteen hundred defenseless women vulnerable should the enemy attempt a counter-boarding.

"The nine hundred sisters are currently training, and our raid resources are sufficient," Bai Yan continued. "Realistically, we won’t see substantial results until next year, and even then, the gains will be modest."

Wang Yue nodded again. Cultivation required time. Even with massive resources, six months might only push an average individual to the Body Refining stage. Most would struggle to reach even that.

This was where his absurd plan entered the fray. It was so unorthodox that he wasn't certain how to introduce it.

Suddenly, Hong Ling spoke up. "Young Master, we had a proposal. I am not certain if it is overstepping..."

Wang Yue gave her breast a playful squeeze. "You are my women. We are family. There is no concept of overstepping here—speak your mind."

The group exchanged glances before Hong Ling finally confessed. "We were wondering... could we utilize your dual-cultivation technique to accelerate the progress of the other women? We could forge a formidable strike force that way."

The four of them cast their eyes downward, feeling a sense of guilt. They realized they were essentially asking Wang Yue to serve as a stallion.

While the women on the sub were attractive, they were not on the same level as the top-tier beauties Wang Yue typically kept.

It was like asking a man who dined on the finest cuts of wagyu to consume hundreds of cheap burgers just for the sustenance. They feared he might feel repulsed.

They did not realize their proposal perfectly aligned with his own wild scheme.

Wang Yue had already been contemplating mass-cultivation with the women aboard. The only distinction was his true motive: he wasn't just performing this for the ship’s defense—he needed to power-level his own Cultivation. He required the strength to assault the Yang family.

Knowing his mother and his second aunt might be experiencing a synchronization of their cycles, every heartbeat felt like a blade in his gut.

Everything had remained stable for years, but what if they were only out of sync due to the distance? If the Second Aunt returned home and her husband grew intimate with her... Wang Yue would be the one forced to suffer the consequences.

As for the women on the ship—in a normal life, he would never consider such a thing. He was no monster. But these women had committed to a life beneath the waves, warring against pirates. They had accepted that they would never return to the surface, meaning no lovers, no husbands—only a lifetime of celibacy.

To speak plainly, they were destined to become lonely souls. Dual-cultivating with Wang Yue was not an insult; it was a profound upgrade. It offered them the world’s greatest pleasure while amplifying their power. It was the definition of a mutual victory.