Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2141 - 462: The Peak of Mortal Shedding 1

Regardless of her insistence on indifference, a woman who had devoted half her existence to being a chaste wife and mother could not simply eliminate her inherent modesty.

Upon close inspection, the age disparity struck Zhuang Wenxian with the force of a locomotive. Wang Yue was remarkably young—perhaps only a year or two older than her own child. Under any other circumstances, she would be old enough to be his mother.

Zhuang Wenxian held no particular interest in younger men, yet much like older men often harbor a weakness for youthful women, being faced with a boy who could be her own son left her feeling a strange amalgamation of social awkwardness and a peculiar, illicit thrill.

Engaging in such a taboo act for the first time in her rigid, moralistic life triggered a significant surge of forbidden adrenaline. Her perspective on Wang Yue began to undergo a subtle transformation.

Having witnessed that gaze a thousand times, Wang Yue did not let it inflate his ego. He merely kept his demeanor casual: "Let us converse for a moment first."

"Very well," she replied with a nod.

An uncomfortable silence ensued. Because they had met only once before, they were essentially strangers. Diving directly into the most intimate of acts made idle conversation feel as agonizing as pulling teeth.

"Listen, since you are my senior, I will simply call you Sister Xian," Wang Yue said, successfully breaking the tension. He had hundreds of other women waiting; he could not afford to waste the entire day on lengthy introductions.

"No, absolutely not!" Zhuang Wenxian waved her hands in a panic. "Grand Leader, please just call me by my name. I am not worthy of the title of 'Sister' from someone such as yourself."

"It is just a name, pay it no mind," Wang Yue remarked with a smirk. "Let us be direct; are you completely certain that you wish to proceed with this dual-cultivation?"

Her face flushed a deep crimson as she offered a short, twitchy nod. "I am."

"And what is the hidden agenda? What do you expect to gain from this arrangement? You may speak freely. Even if you choose to withdraw this very instant, I have no intention of using force," Wang Yue stated. While he possessed confidence, he was not delusional enough to believe she was participating solely for his charming disposition.

"I desire strength," she declared, her voice suddenly resolute and sharp. "The strength to eradicate more pirates. The strength to ensure my daughter’s safety!"

Women are gentle, but mothers are forged from steel, Wang Yue mused internally. He smiled. "You are a dedicated mother. You remind me of my own."

"You are too kind, Grand Leader," she conceded politely, though an internal thought flickered: Does this man suffer from a maternal fixation? Is that the reason he pursues 'mature' women like me?

She could not suppress the suspicion. Because Hong Ling and the others had handled the recruitment process for everyone individually, she was unaware that there were three hundred other volunteers. She believed she was his sole target. (And to be fair, she wasn't entirely wrong—Wang Yue’s preference for motherly figures was legendary.)

"I shall grant you that power. While I cannot specify the exact amount, it will be more than sufficient for your pirate-hunting endeavors. As for your daughter, whether you bring her with you or place her in a city for a mundane life is entirely your decision." As he continued, Wang Yue began to channel his Qi.

He had come to realize that his ability to charm was not his strongest asset. With a stranger like her, the dialogue was becoming increasingly cringe-inducing. It was far more efficient to simply begin the process and let the Qi facilitate the connection. 'Familiarity through friction' was much more aligned with his style.

This time, he chose not to employ the 'gentle' touch he utilized with his relatives. Instead, he escalated the intensity of his Qi.

In a heartbeat, Zhuang Wenxian’s composure vanished. Her breath hitched, her cheeks burned, and her vision grew unfocused.

The sudden surge of carnal desire impacted her more severely than it had the previous four leaders. Even through the fog of her senses, she stammered, "The girl stays with me. I will care for her myself."

She was not ready to disembark from the vessel, and she certainly did not trust this 'Grand Leader' to serve as a nursemaid. He was a savior, undoubtedly, but he was also transparently driven by his own lust.

"That is acceptable," Wang Yue replied, reaching out to undo the buttons of her clothing.

Zhuang Wenxian did not hesitate. Her hands reached for his belt, her actions driven almost entirely by the Qi-fueled fervor coursing through her veins. Moments later, they were both exposed.

Wang Yue appraised her and nodded. For a commoner, she had maintained herself in impressive condition. Her face was beautiful, and her figure was top-tier.

Her chest was firm and prominent, and while her waist lacked the narrow definition of the martial artists he typically engaged with, she possessed a voluptuous elegance. With her rounded hips and sturdy thighs, she exuded pure maternal allure.

Zhuang Wenxian, by contrast, stared at the massive, throbbing evidence of Wang Yue’s arousal in sheer disbelief.

Normally, a woman in her state might be delighted by such physical potency. But Zhuang Wenxian? She was paralyzed with terror.

As a 'virtuous wife' who had never even encountered such material, she had never witnessed anything of that magnitude. It was easily twice the size of what she considered humanly possible.

If he attempts to enter me, I shall surely snap in two, she thought. For a brief moment, she wondered if the entire 'dual-cultivation' charade was merely a cover, necessitated because he could find no one else willing to handle such a monster.

Wang Yue remained oblivious to her internal crisis. Noticing her gaze fixed on his lower region, he assumed she was merely impressed. He pinned her to the mattress, widened her stance, and pressed the tip of his member against her dampened folds.

"Do not simply observe," he whispered teasingly. "Taste it."

Before she could offer a protest, he initiated a slow, deliberate thrust inward.

Zhuang Wenxian panicked, fully convinced that she was about to perish. Yet, as a normal human, she lacked the strength to offer resistance. She squeezed her eyes shut and silently prayed that the Grand Leader would at least possess the decency to look after her daughter following her accidental death.

"Begin circulating the technique the leaders instructed you in," Wang Yue’s voice pierced through her thoughts of impending doom.

She snapped back to the present, realizing she felt... completely full. Remarkably so. But the tearing pain she had anticipated? It was absent. There was merely an intense pressure, and rather inexplicably, it felt exquisite.

Wait, has he even entered yet? she queried internally. She looked down at their union and observed that he was already more than halfway inside. Though her body felt stretched to its limits, she was holding together perfectly.