Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2062 - 391: Training the Two Elder Sisters 4

Wang Yaning grinned and replied, "Oh, really? I'll try it out later then."

All of a sudden, Wang Yaru inquired, "Brother, after sleeping with so many women, which one felt the best to you?"

"What exactly do you mean by 'the best'?" Wang Yue questioned.

"It refers to the most pleasurable sensation during the act," Wang Yaru clarified. "Since every woman's vagina differs, the experience upon entering naturally changes. So, who provided the greatest comfort for you?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Yalan and Wang Yaning leaned in attentively. Though they had no desire to rival each other, curiosity burned about whom their brother considered superior.

Wang Yue chuckled and responded, "Naturally, each one brings equal pleasure to me. But if you push for the top choice, it's just whichever vagina my penis finds most at ease within."

"What?" Wang Yaru found this response lacking.

Yet Wang Xin’er had anticipated her brother's words. Via their mental link, she realized his deepest craving was for their mother's vagina, untouched so far. Following that were his aunts' and her own.

Of course, he kept that silent. Thus, Wang Xin’er beamed and shifted the topic, stating, "Asking him like that, he likely can't rank them. Better to inquire about the one who made the strongest mark on him."

Wang Yaru swiftly adjusted her query, saying, "Right, brother, who impressed you the most deeply?"

"Without a doubt, it's Mom Yan," Wang Yue answered promptly.

"Our mom?!" Wang Yalan and Wang Yaning gasped in shock, then probed eagerly, "Why is that?"

"Mom Yan became my initial lover. I surrendered my virginity to her," Wang Yue explained. "She guided me through numerous intimate skills."

So their mother had truly been their brother's debut partner!

Wang Yalan and the rest marveled at the revelation. A hint of jealousy stirred over their mother granting him his first time, but it faded quickly since the giver didn't truly matter. As long as his affection followed the encounters, all was well.

Still, Wang Yaru remarked, "I'm certain our mom never envisioned you'd apply her lessons to claim all three of her daughters."

"Actually, Mom Yan often expressed she didn't wish to see you wed and hoped to keep you close. She even suggested I become your shared partner," Wang Yue revealed.

"Our mom truly considered our futures," the three sisters uttered in awe.

Had they learned of their mother's intentions prior to developing feelings for Wang Yue and yielding their bodies, they'd have dismissed it as absurd. Now, however, deep thanks filled their hearts toward her.

"Do you wish to show your appreciation to Mom Yan?" Wang Yue inquired with a grin.

The three sisters affirmed with nods.

Wang Yue pressed on, "In that case, we'll arrange a moment to tend to her jointly, letting her sense our full devotion as her offspring."

Wang Yue's suggestion brimmed with audacity—he aimed to claim all four and have them unite in pleasuring him.

Yet Wang Yalan and her two sisters consented.

"Brother, I yearn to assist in caring for our mom alongside you," Wang Xin’er murmured gently.

"Rest assured, that moment approaches swiftly," Wang Yue declared assuredly. With their mother poised to strike back at him, a bit of alignment on his part would hasten its arrival.

Though their discussion unfolded amid the act, the motions remained gentle. Still, the thrill of delving into the womb proved overwhelming. For Wang Yalan's debut, climax struck her anew in short order.

With her sibling's womb and vagina gripping him fiercely, Wang Yue climaxed soon thereafter.

Once the siblings' peaks subsided, Wang Xin’er and Wang Yaru surged ahead.

Wang Xin’er seized the root of her brother's member and withdrew it from her sister's depths. She parted her lips and engulfed it, heedless of the blend of seed and her fluids coating it.

Wang Yaru displayed even greater boldness. She pressed her mouth to her sister's entrance and drew out the essence her brother had deposited, mingled with her sister's secretions. She devoured it entirely, requiring three hearty pulls to complete.

Wang Xin’er cleansed her brother's shaft with her tongue, then faced Wang Yaning and urged, "Second sister, your moment now. Proceed."

"But what of you and Xiao Ru..." Wang Yaning ached to welcome her brother's length into her void and savor the plunge toward her core.

Yet having relished their turns already, she couldn't vie with her junior sisters.

Wang Xin’er smiled reassuringly, "No concerns for us. The night prior to last, this rogue had his way with Xiao Ru and me through much of the darkness. We're yet to fully recuperate. Thus, today he’s yours and your sister's."

Wang Yaning blinked in astonishment. The bliss of union with her brother felt endless, timeless even. Why claim exhaustion for Xin’er?

Nevertheless, with Xin’er offering thus, she accepted the generosity without hesitation. Once her sister yielded space, she hiked her cheongsam and mounted her brother, guiding his firmness back into her awaiting folds.

...

The three siblings, joined by the two observing sisters, intertwined in thrusts and chatter, basking in tender familial bonds and fiery thrills. Their indulgence stretched from midday till almost three in the afternoon.

By then, Wang Yalan and Wang Yaning grasped their sisters' sentiments fully.

After seven or eight rounds with their brother, desire lingered yet their forms brimmed with fulfillment.

Their entrances, ravaged to numbness, even swelled slightly. Further attempts at entry would yield no delight.

Besides bodily satiation, their spiritual paths advanced remarkably.

Now at the Mortal Shedding Realm, Wang Yue harnessed feminine yin energy with greater efficacy.

Consequently, though the women's yin essence remained partly untapped, they surged from Qi Refining Realm straight to Tianyuan Realm's mid-stage.

With ongoing gains, the Gui Zhen Realm—once an unattainable fantasy—loomed near.

Wang Yue reaped ample rewards too. Post-absorption of his sisters' yin, his progress leaped from early first-layer Mortal Shedding Realm to mid-stage, edging close to late.

Furthermore, as blood kin sharing origins, his true qi purity soared to forty-threefold the standard.

Post-passion, they lingered entwined, conversing freely. The four sisters collaborated to quench their cherished brother's urges, prompting his releases at intervals, which they divided and savored.

Meanwhile, Zhang Hong and Li Gang ventured into training, joined by Li Gang's boyhood companion Wu Li.

In Jinling City's southern zone, beyond the three great families' sway, chaos reigned as one of the urban wilds. The city's sole underground fighting ring resided here.

"Uncle Zhang, fighting truly holds no appeal for me," Li Gang uttered, eyeing the duo clashing in the octagon amid the thunderous roars of thousands watching.

"This barrier demands your crossing!" Zhang Hong stated gravely. "Lest you linger as a mere surface fighter, fit only for feeble foes, betraying the young master's faith in you."

The young master's hopes stirred resolve in Li Gang, who nodded firmly. "Alright, I'll step up."

"Fear not, Uncle Zhang and I stand ready to root for you," Wu Li bolstered Li Gang.

Through diligent learning, she grasped martial realms well and appreciated Wang Yue's aid to Li Gang. Thus, she wisely aided in motivating him.

Next, masked, the trio headed to the rear signup counter.

Fighters carry names. Even cash-strapped ones seeking arena earnings shun public knowledge of their bouts.

Here, crowds not only witness clashes but wager on results. Many fear identification after cashing wins.

Hence, masks abound—over half the visitors don them.

The venue boasts its own combatants, deployed only sans registrants.

After all, arena-only bouts invite rigging suspicions, eroding trust sans mortal risks.

Yet warriors endure beyond single scraps, unlike mere produce slain casually.

The ring couldn't sustain such losses.

Thus, voluntary signups dominate the matches.

"We're entering a bout," Zhang Hong growled, voice deepened, nearing the desk.

"Who's competing?" The attendant skipped fluff. Noting three, he queried straight.

"This one," Zhang Hong indicated Li Gang trailing. "Alias: Bear Big."

"Bear Big? Suits him perfectly." The worker eyed Li Gang's towering two-meter frame, mountain-like build, and bearish mask. No further probes; he logged the entry, issuing a tag. "Await your call by tag number. Victory or defeat nets one million credits as signup bonus. Wager at the booth, but solely on your triumph—not defeat."

Zhang Hong navigated the routine smoothly, query-free. Tag in hand, he led Li Gang and companion to the numbered waiting area.

"Uncle Zhang, signup proves this straightforward?" Li Gang wondered aloud. "No queries on cultivation base?"

"That's the ring's way. No cultivation checks. Pure prowess decides. Face a far superior foe? Blame fortune," Zhang Hong detailed.

"Doesn't that breed injustice?" Li Gang pressed.

"Fairness? A myth in this realm," Zhang Hong scoffed.

"Low-tier versus high—you cry foul. But low-tiers crush normals; is that just? Even among civilians, fortunes and ranks vary. Some inherit riches, others toil endlessly. Fair?"

Zhang Hong's tone carried profound resonance here.

Indeed, from Tianhai Zhang lineage, gifted and diligent, yet as a side branch, he gained no clan support—instead bullied by wastrels like Zhang Lingfeng. Where lay equity?

Li Gang, though straightforward, grasped depths. He pondered Zhang Hong's insight, falling silent.

From the fighters' prep room, arena action unfolded visibly. Warriors mounted ceaselessly for clashes.

Some ended swift; others stretched endlessly.

Regardless of duration, vanquished departed battered—often gravely wounded. One hapless soul perished outright.

The graver the harm, the wilder the crowd's acclaim. Mostly common folk, they cower before warriors daily.

Yet beholding these 'unbeatables' pummeled like ragdolls sparked dark glee.

Such is humanity's shadowed facet.

Gambling's presence only stokes betting frenzy. Victors bellow joy; losers hurl vitriol. Emotions run raw, unchecked.