Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 1970: 299: The Filial Daughter 4

“What are you implying?” Su Jin-er remained puzzled. Even though she had to acknowledge that intimacy with Wang Yue provided the most profound pleasure she had ever experienced, she couldn't simply ignore their familial bond for the sake of physical gratification—they were mother and son, after all.

However, Chu Mo grasped the situation and prompted her, “Jin-er, consider your current level of Cultivation.”

The realization hit Su Jin-er instantly. Beyond the sheer ecstasy, engaging in dual cultivation with her brother served as a catalyst for her rapid advancement. Furthermore, as a warrior’s Cultivation increases, so does their longevity.

If Wang Yue only shared these bonds with other women and excluded his mother, a tragic future awaited them. While the rest might maintain their youth for centuries, Su Mengyan would eventually succumb to old age and die due to a lack of Cultivation. Such an outcome was unthinkable.

Su Jiaojiao smiled and added, “Sister, do you see now? My cousin isn't some deviant; he is actually being a truly filial son.”

“I understand now, brother. Please forgive me,” Su Jin-er whispered, her face flushing with shame.

Su Xiu-er, who had been quiet, shared that sense of embarrassment, as her own doubts had mirrored her sister’s.

In truth, they weren't to blame. Their deep affection for Wang Yue and Su Mengyan had blinded them to the practical necessity of the situation.

They had been so focused on the potential scandal that they overlooked the vital benefits involved.

Wang Yue offered a reassuring smile. “It’s fine, Sis. I get it. Just as long as you don't reveal my 'sinister' plans to my mom, everything is okay.”

“No, we won't do that,” Su Jin’er promised immediately. Su Xiu’er was even more supportive: “If you require any assistance, we could even try to persuade Second… I mean, Third Auntie.”

They stumbled over the title; after twenty years of calling her “Second Auntie,” it was difficult to adjust to the new family ranking.

“That won't be necessary; I can manage this on my own,” Wang Yue said, declining their help.

To truly reach his mother’s heart, he only needed to stimulate her desires using his internal Qi.

However, he preferred the slow, steady process of deepening their connection; he wasn't in a rush to force the issue.

Su Jin’er and her sister nodded in agreement, though they both secretly felt that their cousin’s plan was the only way forward.

Wang Yue was being filial to his mother, and they felt the same towards theirs; they certainly didn't want their own mother to pass away prematurely because of a low Cultivation level.

Furthermore, a spark of curiosity ignited within them: What would it look like to see their normally dignified mother acting playfully and sensually with their brother?

Since childhood, they had held their mother in the highest regard, viewing her with a sense of awe and reverence.

But youth often carries a streak of rebellion.

Having always known her as a powerful, authoritative figure, they felt a sudden, strange anticipation at the thought of seeing her act vulnerable or even beg for mercy under their cousin’s dominant pursuit.

Meanwhile, inside Yan Fangfei’s laboratory, the scientist sat alone, submerged in deep thought. She didn't even register Wang Yue and the others as they walked in.

Not wanting to interrupt her focus, they stood silently to the side, waiting for her to return to reality.

After some time, Yan Fangfei finally emerged from her trance.

The moment her gaze fell upon Wang Yue, her usually stoic eyes flickered with a brief light before regaining their composure. “You’ve arrived,” she said softly.

Familiar with Yan Fangfei’s direct nature, they skipped the small talk and explained the purpose of their visit.

“That’s simple,” Yan Fangfei replied with a nod. “The rest of you wait outside; Wang Yue, stay here and assist me.”

Though confused by her request, they trusted her technical expertise. The four of them unstrapped their communication devices from their wrists, set them on the workbench, and exited the lab.

Wang Yue retrieved his own device from his storage ring and handed it over. “Aunt Yan, what do you need me to do?”

Yan Fangfei turned around, hiked her white lab coat up to her waist, and bent over the workbench. Presenting her provocative curves to Wang Yue, she commanded, “Fuck me.”

Wang Yue’s breath caught in his throat. Beneath that lab coat, Yan Fangfei wore nothing but a pair of black stockings—she had completely foregone underwear.

With the coat raised, her shapely buttocks and long legs were fully exposed to his view.

Most shocking of all was the design of the stockings; they featured a large opening at the crotch, revealing her pale skin and mature, delicate anatomy.

The contrast between the dark fabric, her snowy skin, and her flushed intimacy created a visual feast that made Wang Yue’s heart hammer against his ribs.

In his memory, Yan Fangfei had never been so bold; she had clearly prepared this display specifically for him. Her readiness and her posture left him highly satisfied.

The only jarring detail was her voice—it remained as flat and mechanical as ever, as if she were requesting a mundane task rather than a sexual encounter.

“Be careful—my device was infected with malicious software; I’m worried there might be a lingering trace of it,” Wang Yue cautioned, his protective instincts overriding his lust for a moment.

He was incredibly protective of his women and refused to let any outsider catch a glimpse of what belonged to him.

“It’s a shielded signal,” Yan Fangfei stated briefly, swaying her hips in a deliberate temptation. “Please, hurry.”

She explained that her laboratory utilized a unique frequency that blocked external transmissions.

Relieved, Wang Yue quickly discarded his clothes.

He stepped up behind her, guiding himself as he began to friction against her, asking, “But didn't you say this would distract you from your work?”

“Just be gentle; the sensation helps me focus,” Yan Fangfei answered, her hands already flying across the interface of Wang Yue’s device.

As he moved against her, her body began to react instinctively, producing a natural slickness. Her mind and body seemed to operate on two entirely different tracks—a remarkable display of her unique mental discipline.

Accustomed to her eccentricities, Wang Yue finally pushed inside her, beginning a slow and steady rhythm.