Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2123 - 443: Screwing the Transcendent Realm! 3

"Kill you?" Wang Yue chuckled, keeping his steady pace unbroken. "Wasn’t that precisely what you desired? I honor my promises, Senior. I’ve resolved to end you—by screwing you until you perish!"

"You scoundrel! Release me! Release me!" Yu Suxin shrieked, her form writhing in frantic resistance. Fortunately, the room’s soundproofing was impeccable; if not, Zhang Hong and Li Gang beyond the door would have caught every filthy moment.

"Your words protest, yet your flesh responds eagerly," Wang Yue grinned. "Yes—continue that wriggling. Allow my shaft to rub every part of your inner depths as it plunges. We’ll both savor this."

Fury and despair shook Yu Suxin to her core. With her torso and limbs held fast by Wang Yue, her sole option was to rock her pelvis to and fro—which, from any onlooker’s view, appeared just as if she were aiding his deep entry.

Resistance made it seem like involvement. Stillness suggested surrender.

Caught in this hopeless dilemma, tears filled her eyes. This warrior, who had evaded capture for half a lifetime and stared down death countless times without a drop, was now being driven to weep by Wang Yue’s relentless thrusting.

Witnessing her Master in such a state, Yingying experienced a stab of remorse. "Brother-in-law... perhaps it’s time to halt. Her wounds seem mended now."

"The fresh hurts have vanished, but the lingering damages run profound," Wang Yue replied, adopting a voice laced with "grave expert worry." "Unless I seize this moment while the ancient injuries flare to mend her core, full recovery will elude her. This is truly for her benefit."

His words held some truth. This offered the prime opportunity to eradicate her chronic afflictions completely. Halting now would demand several additional rounds for equivalent gains. Yet crucially, Wang Yue understood her nature—if released presently, she’d bar him forever, even at the cost of permanent disability.

Victory over her demanded action in this instant. He possessed absolute faith in his "tool"; be she ordinary mortal or divine Transcendent, after a thorough ravishing, she’d crave his member eternally.

Through the fog of her cries, Yu Suxin caught their exchange. Reluctantly, she recognized his accuracy. She even began to suspect his intentions were genuine.

Still, her dignity rebelled against yielding her virtue to someone so much her junior. However, each thrust of his enormous length chipped away at her resolve. A sinister urge echoed in her mind: Surrender. Embrace it. Gain supreme ecstasy and flawless form. Why resist?

Her mind started to haze over. As Wang Yue ramped up his drives, long-buried cravings exploded forth. She persisted in her twists, but soon, not even she could distinguish escape from pursuit of deeper sensation.

Realizing that hip rotations caused his rod to twist against her folds for intensified bursts of delight, her flesh assumed command. Her natural urges propelled her pelvis into a steady, swirling motion.

Detecting her abrupt "zeal," Wang Yue bared a sly smile and suddenly paused during a stroke.

Yu Suxin teetered at the brink of climax once more. The abrupt cessation was exquisite agony. Her hips, previously swaying laterally, shifted instinctively—she began thrusting upward, her eager core desperately seeking to engulf his entire length.

"See that, Senior? So eager yourself. What a eager vixen!" Wang Yue hurled the taunt to shatter her will, then plunged back with greater ferocity than prior.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Each collision drew screams from Yu Suxin, but the pitch had morphed from defiance to raw, ecstatic fervor.

Wang Yue sensed her impending crest. He inhaled deeply, adopted a "pounding" cadence, and started striking her depths fully with every motion. His tip battered her tender center like an unyielding piston.

"AHHH!"

Following hundreds of fierce assaults, Yu Suxin unleashed a shrill, ultimate cry. Her lithe, alluring frame bowed upward from the sheets, creating an ideal arch. Her inner muscles clamped in fierce spasms, and a forceful gush sprayed from her midst, almost expelling Wang Yue’s shaft.

The feeling pushed Wang Yue to his threshold. He released her arms and reached below, seizing her plump, voluptuous rear and yanking her toward him with full might. He wedged his tip firmly against her throbbing depths, pressing into the yielding "entrance" of her womb, and unleashed.

The dense essence struck her like a powerful stream, surge after surge flooding her ripe, sensitive womb. The force propelled her into a subsequent, loftier summit, blanking her thoughts in utter euphoric void.

The Transcendent Realm proved formidable. Her superior tier made Dual Cultivation propel Wang Yue like a rocket. His progress leaped once more, advancing to the mid-phase of the 5th layer in the Mortal Shedding Realm.

Yu Suxin’s gains were far grander. The vital force skirted her vacant Dantian and flooded directly into her longstanding, "hopeless" wounds.

After several minutes, Yu Suxin descended from her heights. Her form slackened, collapsing onto the bed with a solid thump. Wang Yue, remaining atop her, descended too, his sturdy length delivering one final solid nudge to her center.

"Mmm..." A faint, powerless whimper escaped her.

"Well, Senior... does it feel nice?" Wang Yue inquired, gazing at her sprawled beneath, lips parted and gasping.

No response came. Once her breathing steadied, she abruptly pressed both palms to his torso and shoved hard.

Wang Yue hadn’t anticipated her remaining vigor. Qi absent, her raw power rivaled the Heavenly Origin Realm. Taken aback, he tumbled rearward, his member withdrawing from her with a slick sound.

Yu Suxin fled scrambling, rolling over and scrambling to the bed’s distant edge in a desperate, clumsy scramble. Escape from his "demonic grasp" consumed her; poise was irrelevant.

Yet sans her Qi, she couldn’t rival Wang Yue’s swiftness. Barely a crawl in, his limbs encircled her midsection from the rear.

"Senior, offering yourself in this pose... inviting me from behind?" Wang Yue’s palm glided across her pale, curved globes, a deep laugh rumbling against her spine. "This angle suits me fine. Your rear is utterly alluring."

Wordlessly, he flattened her front to the bedding, elevating her ample posterior skyward. He clutched his length, aligned it to her drenched entrance, and surged inward with utmost power.

"You fiend! Cease!" She attempted resistance, but his colossal rod stuffed her anew. Her efforts’ drag merely spun the rigid invader within, threatening to unravel her sanity afresh.

"Naughty one, Senior. Reveling in it yet fleeing still," Wang Yue remarked, delivering a crisp smack to one of her lush, lunar mounds. "I must discipline you to erase any thought of escape."

"Brother-in-law, I beg you, refrain," Yingying implored nearby. "It’s mere reflex!"

"Relax, Yingying. Your Master will adore this chastisement." Wang Yue dismissed the appeal. He drove his shaft firmly to her essence and persisted, gradually breaching the "tiny gateway" of her cervix until the head nestled profoundly within.

"Ugh... AH!" Yu Suxin’s groan was primal. As he invaded her innermost haven, a blend of pain, craving, and raw, daunting thrill coursed through her.