Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2124 - 445: Screwing the Transcendent Realm! 4

A whirlwind of sensations intertwined, brewing a deadly elixir of bliss that quaked through her every curve.

If the earlier rubbing had been just bodily easing, this delved straight into her essence. It no longer seemed like Wang Yue was simply penetrating her; it was as if he were pounding at her core. That profound arousal was so overwhelming it drove her toward madness.

Yingying observed with eyes bulging in disbelief. She realized her Master’s small build shouldn’t accommodate his full size—typically, a few inches of that enormous shaft stayed visible. Yet now, Wang Yue had sunk the whole thing deep inside.

"Brother-in-law, go easy! You’ll shatter her!" the compassionate sister-in-law begged once more.

"Let her shatter," Wang Yue grinned, gripping Yu Suxin’s slim waist tightly to block any retreat. He drove his hips forward with fierce determination, unleashing a barrage of ruthless, spirit-shattering pounds. "She wished for death, didn’t she? Fine, I’ll grant it—I’ll ravage her until she’s done for, from within!"

Smack... Smack... Smack...

The rhythmic, savage clash of skin against skin echoed brutally. Each collision of his pelvis with her plump, pale buttocks sent his tip crashing into her cervix like a battering ram.

Yu Suxin melted into a quivering mess. The immense waves of delight erased all urges to resist; she could merely whimper in fractured, breathless cries.

In her mind, she despised her frailty, yet her form had betrayed her. All her cherished morals dissolved in the haze, supplanted by an urgent, shadowy hunger to stay submerged in his unyielding onslaught.

Under such onslaught, she couldn’t endure for long. Her frame convulsed as a fierce orgasm ripped through her.

Wang Yue delivered one last mighty plunge, locking her depths and unleashing a blazing flood of essence straight into her womb. Her vision blurred as the raw force of it erased her thoughts.

Normally, Yu Suxin would reclaim a sliver of awareness post-climax—like her prior attempt to flee. But Wang Yue offered no respite.

Right after unloading, he withdrew, rolled her onto her side, and draped one of her elegant legs over his shoulder. Before she could recover from the tremors, he thrust back in, igniting another frenzy of intense hammering.

She was still surging from the previous high when the fresh blaze ignited. Her thoughts urged rebellion, but her body arched eagerly to welcome him.

Across the following hours, Wang Yue handled her as a lifeless plaything, cycling through every conceivable pose.

His member acted like an endless engine, a piston in ceaseless, wild motion. Yu Suxin became a shattered plaything, fit only for enduring.

Orgasm after orgasm crashed over her. As her psyche recoiled more from the perversion, her body craved the thrill deeper.

Yingying beheld the chaos, her astonishment gradually shifting to an odd form of sympathy. She felt her brother-in-law was excessively harsh, toying with her Master so deliberately and viciously. Yet witnessing her Master’s bodily reactions, she couldn’t muster the will to intervene.

The Dual Cultivation wrought wonders. Each mutual release shattered another limit in Wang Yue’s cultivation, while Yu Suxin’s inner wounds faded away. Even her ruined foundation mended gradually, bit by bit.

When Wang Yue broke through to the early 7th level of the Mortal Shedding Realm, Yu Suxin’s form was flawless. The damages had vanished; her base was rebuilt.

The downside? Her meridians and Dantian lay utterly depleted, without a trace of True Qi. She stood as a Transcendent force in utter depletion.

Following countless sessions, Yu Suxin had at last developed some tolerance to the bliss. Her wits remained keen even amid the exploitation of her body.

She refrained from resisting this round; she allowed him to guide her into a "Lotus" pose, perched on his lap as he lifted and dropped her on his legs, her snug passage clinging tightly while he feasted on her breasts with ravenous lips.

As the energy flowed, new Qi started budding in her meridians. With no injuries left to heal, the power began to accumulate. It was scarcely 5% of her maximum, but for a Transcendent, that fraction could shift mountains.

After a thousand additional brutal drives, Yu Suxin exploded once more, and Wang Yue overflowed her completely for the last instance.

Yet as he drew back to alter positions yet again, the fog in Yu Suxin’s gaze sharpened instantly. In a flash, she lashed out with her hand, smashing a palm strike into Wang Yue’s chest.

BOOM!

The blow hurled Wang Yue across the chamber, crashing him into the fortified wall hard enough to crumple metal.

A Transcendent remains formidable even at 5%. Had Wang Yue not freshly attained the 7th level with refined Qi, that blow might have slain a weaker foe. He slid down the wall, wheezing for breath, though his pride stayed unbroken.

"Damn," he rasped, pretending a graver wound than suffered. "Plotting to slay your husband?"

"I’ll kill you!" Yu Suxin ignored her nudity. She vaulted off the bed, her palm targeting Wang Yue’s brow directly.

"Master, stop!" Yingying cried out.

The palm halted mere millimeters from his flesh.

She didn’t halt due to the cry. She couldn’t follow through. He had taken her innocence, true, but he had yanked her from death’s door and mended a foundation she believed irretrievable forever. In mere weeks, she’d reclaim her peak—a full Transcendent anew. It was a life debt.

Still, she couldn’t view him as a redeemer. This youth had devoted the past hours pounding her into submission, disregarding her pleas and methodically molding her intimate areas into his private domain. Worse, he’d enacted it all before her disciple.

How could she meet Yingying’s eyes henceforth, aware her pupil had seen her wail in rapture under coerced ravishment?

Incapable of slaying him and unable to confront her student, Yu Suxin unleashed a prolonged, tormented wail of sorrow and fury. She grabbed her garments, dressed in a blur, and punched a breach in the rear wall with one blow before fleeing into the darkness.

"Master!" Yingying pursued her via the opening, but only chilly gusts lingered.