Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2068 - 397: The Art of Language 2

"What do you mean by one time?" Wang Zhiting shot back with a question.

"It refers to the number of times he releases," Huang Yuexiang explained. Yet she quickly saw that explanation might lack clarity, so she clarified further, "Actually, I'm talking about the duration he can thrust within you."

"It's tough to pin down exactly," Wang Zhiting responded.

"Well, he always manages to climax when he's with me. If it takes me more time to climax, he'll keep thrusting longer. If I climax fast, the thrusting lasts shorter. Typically, each session averages around five minutes."

"Such stamina falls short," Huang Yuexiang commented.

"For just you alone, it would suffice. Adding Chen Xi might make it marginally okay. However, with additional women involved, it simply won't hold up. Remember, for any man, managing two or three consecutive releases is already impressive.

Even a youthful guy capable of five or six in succession couldn't satisfy a crowd of women. Moreover, prolonged activity like that harms his well-being severely. Therefore, Tingting, heed your mother's words.

End this affair with him right away. If not, once he gathers more women later on, you'll be left neglected like a widow. Plus, as his cousin, you hold no advantage in vying against the others."

"Mom, you're doubting my brother too much once more," Wang Zhiting complained, her lips pursing in annoyance. "He's far from weak. He could release hundreds of times daily and remain full of vigor."

Huang Yuexiang found herself chuckling uncontrollably.

"You foolish girl, I get your longing to stay with your brother, yet that's an outrageous stretch. Hundreds of times each day? He'd run dry even if it were urine pouring out instead of semen."

"I'm speaking the truth. If you won't trust me, just drop it," Wang Zhiting insisted firmly.

Huang Yuexiang felt a jolt of astonishment. She understood her daughter inside out. A lie would prompt endless justifications under scrutiny. But genuine honesty met with skepticism would lead to no further defense.

Her demeanor plainly showed she spoke facts.

Releasing hundreds of times daily sounded utterly implausible. Thus, she pressed on, unable to resist, "Alright, I'll take your word. But tell me, how on earth does he manage that?"

Noticing her mother's acceptance, Wang Zhiting relaxed and explained, "Brother mentions it's tied to the cultivation techniques he follows. He transforms the pure yang energy drifting through the cosmos into boundless personal power, boosting his sexual recovery speed by thousands of folds. Something along those lines, I suppose."

"Do such cultivation techniques truly exist?" Huang Yuexiang marveled in disbelief.

"Absolutely, and here's a huge secret for you," Wang Zhiting confided. "Truth is, the cultivation techniques brother imparts to us succeed only through intercourse with him."

"Oh?!" Huang Yuexiang gasped. Could that imply every woman mastering these techniques has shared intimacy with Wang Yue...

Good heavens, that would mean across the whole Wang family, aside from her, her mother-in-law, and a handful more, all others have turned into Wang Yue's lovers, much like her own daughter!

"Mom, feeling the urge now?" Wang Zhiting inquired abruptly.

"Urge for what exactly?" Huang Yuexiang, still reeling from the revelation, replied without thinking.

"The urge for my brother," Wang Zhiting giggled.

"Imagine it—intimacy with brother accelerates cultivation progress swiftly while delivering a woman's ultimate bliss. Mom, you've endured solitude for three years. Aren't you curious about brother's impressive manhood? If you are, I fully support it."

"Nonsense!" Huang Yuexiang rebuked, cheeks flushing crimson.

Yet denying any temptation would ring untrue, particularly after discovering Wang Yue's bonds with nearly every family woman. After all, "the law doesn’t punish the majority."

A sharp-minded lady, she discerned from Wang Yue's moves his intent to claim every female in the household. She ranked among his aims for sure. Refusal might not deter him; he'd likely devise some enticement.

Perhaps her daughter shared this on purpose to aid his pursuit.

Then Wang Zhiting continued, "If you're not interested, no matter. But isolation like this offers no fix. Here's an idea: tomorrow and the next day, I'll present a special gift. It'll ease your loneliness at least, sparing you such tough endurance."

"What kind of gift?" Huang Yuexiang wondered.

"Can't spill it yet!" Wang Zhiting grinned playfully, rising to her feet. "Mom, I'm heading back. Catch you tomorrow."

With those words, ignoring any approval from Huang Yuexiang, she spun away and departed, abandoning her mother to wrestle with turbulent thoughts for quite a while.

The following morning at dawn, Wang Yue lingered in tender embraces with his mother, savored a hearty breakfast, and then ventured out solo from Wang Family Manor.

His aim was the Su Family outpost on the city's western edge, where he'd detail the sword's desired traits to Yan Fangfei, enabling her to craft an effective blade promptly.

Passing through the bustling downtown, Wang Yue recalled Li Yingying. Ages had flown by since their last encounter. Seizing the chance, why not drop by?

She counted as his sister-in-law too, and with her sibling carrying his debut offspring, concern seemed appropriate.

Thus, he veered off and steered toward Li Yingying's academy.

Morning lectures hadn't commenced yet, leaving crowds of pupils strolling beyond the campus entrance. To dodge excessive notice, Wang Yue stationed his hovercar afar and strolled over to the quaint eatery named "Yu Yan."

Li Yingying ought to be present right then.

Strolling across the modest plaza by the gate, observing the lighthearted pupils, Wang Yue sensed a twinge of jealousy. Born into prestige and now wielding Transcendent Mortal Realm might, at their years, he lacked their easygoing spirit.

Naturally, Wang Yue recognized the irony: his envy paled against others' greater longing for his lot. Human nature works that way—coveting the unattainable as priceless, while overlooking possessions at hand.

Still, shaped by prior-life wisdom, Wang Yue differed. He respected these youths yet valued his own blessings deeply.

In truth, he'd once intended to savor such unburdened school days. Circumstances delayed it till now. As summer break loomed, that ambition appeared destined for post-vacation pursuit.

"Hey, Young Master Wang?!" A startled call echoed from behind just as he neared the dining hall door.

Wang Yue pivoted to spot a smiling young lady. Attractive enough, yet her face stirred no memory.

"It's really you! What wind blows you here?" Her delight swelled upon confirming his identity.

"And you are?" Wang Yue gazed puzzled, pondering if she linked to some past-life acquaintance, dimly recalled from scant interactions.

The girl hesitated a moment, then recalled something and suggested, "Better to chat indoors."

Thereupon, she approached Wang Yue, and side by side, they entered the dining hall.