Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2132 - 453: Pain Isn’t the Point 4

Zhou Yifei had fully embraced her role as her daughters’ sex educator now, and her bashfulness had mostly vanished. She pointed to the thick shaft Pingping was still gripping and said, "Pingping, what you’re holding right now is your Brother Tiezhu’s big cock. This is something unique to boys; girls don’t have one."

The lollies might have been innocent, but they were sharp. They immediately put two and two together. "I get it! So the place where Brother Tiezhu’s big cock was poked into just now is Mom’s pussy."

"That’s right, this is Mom’s pussy. You two actually have them, too," Yifei said.

Pingping nodded. "Yeah, but ours aren’t like Mom’s. We don’t have hair, and we’re not as ’pro’ as Mom yet—she can let Brother Tiezhu’s big cock inside and make it feel good."

"Forget about it feeling good, it bleeds every month, too. Such a pain," Tingting grumbled, venting her own frustrations.

"Silly child, didn’t Mom tell you? That’s called a period. Every girl goes through it," Yifei laughed. "But there’s something else I haven’t mentioned: once a girl starts her period, it means she’s grown up."

Pingping’s eyes lit up instantly. "We’re grown up? Does that mean we can play the ’Poke-the-Flower’ game with Brother Tiezhu, too?"

Zhou Yifei let out a silent sigh in her heart, but she quickly composed herself and nodded. "Yes. You’re grown up now. You can enjoy the pleasure of being fucked."

"Yay! Awesome! We want to play, too!" The two lollies clapped their hands in excitement. Even though Brother Tiezhu’s massive equipment still looked a little scary, they trusted their mother implicitly. If Mom said it didn’t hurt and felt great, then it had to be true.

Yifei didn’t agree immediately. She turned serious. "You can, but Mom has to make one thing clear: you don’t just play this game with anyone. A good girl only plays this game with one man for her entire life. No one else is allowed."

As she said this, Yifei felt her face heat up. She didn’t regret not staying "faithful" to her past, though; she felt incredibly lucky to have met Wang Yue.

"So, once we play with Brother Tiezhu, we can’t play with anyone else?" Pingping asked.

Yifei nodded. "Exactly. So you have to be absolutely sure. You have to find a boy you really love before you play."

"We don’t need to look! The boy we love most is Brother Tiezhu," Tingting chirped.

Pingping nodded along vigorously.

Yifei knew that the "love" her daughters felt wasn’t that kind of love yet, but she was certain that even when they matured, Wang Yue would be the one. Setting aside his countless charms, that massive cock alone was enough to make any woman who experienced it addicted for life.

Decision made, Yifei said, "Alright then. Take off your clothes and get in bed."

The twins cheered, peeled off their cartoon pajamas, and hopped onto the bed, swiftly kicking off their matching cartoon-print panties. In their minds, there was no such thing as "modesty" between genders yet, so stripping in front of Wang Yue didn’t feel embarrassing at all.

Watching his two little cousins, Wang Yue’s breathing grew heavy. While his personal preference leaned toward the "thick and curvy" mature types, this hyper-delicate lolly aesthetic held a massive draw for him.

Especially Pingping and Tingting—they were so incredibly "pink"!

Their skin was white as cream, their slender bodies already showing the faintest hints of curves. Their budding breasts were about the same size as Wang Xin’er’s—no real areolas yet, just two pink little beans for nipples. Between their legs, everything was porcelain-white and tender; those plump, hairless "bun" pussies made Wang Yue marvel once again at the strength of his grandmother’s genes.

"Which one of you is first?" Wang Yue asked. His aunt was far from satisfied, but he decided to save her for last. The twins were too fragile and it was their first time; he knew he wouldn’t be able to go full-throttle with them. In fact, he’d probably end up more frustrated if he didn’t have his "durable" and mature aunt to finish the job later.

Zhou Yifei wasn’t going to compete with her daughters. She had to act as the instructor anyway, so she watched with a smile.

"Let Tingting go first," Pingping said. Even though she was only older by a few minutes, she always played the big sister role, letting her sister have the "fun" stuff first.

"Okay, Tingting it is," Wang Yue smiled. He wasn’t in a rush. He pulled Tingting’s tender body into his arms, kissing her small mouth while his hands wandered over her frame, paying special attention to her sensitive spots.

The little girl quickly got lost in the novelty of the "game." By the time the kiss ended, her body was flushing with heat, and her life’s first real wave of desire had been teased out.

"Mom, I feel so weird," Tingting said, her face bright red—not from shyness, but from a rising tide of lust.

"Do you feel hot? Like there’s an itch inside your body, but you can’t tell where?" Yifei asked.

"Yeah!" Tingting nodded.

Yifei laughed. "That means your body has a ’need’."

"Need what?" Pingping asked from the side.

"Need a cock," Yifei giggled. "You can’t scratch this kind of itch. Only by letting a man’s big cock inside your pussy and riding it to a climax can you let it out. Don’t believe me? Look—your sister’s pussy is already leaking water."

Pingping immediately spread her sister’s legs and used her fingers to pry open the tightly sealed "bun." Between the pale pink folds, she saw beads of crystal-clear "dew" seeping out. She gasped. "So weird! Brother Tiezhu didn’t even touch her there, and it’s already leaking."

"That’s called ’love juice.’ When a girl is turned on and wants to be fucked, the juice flows out," Yifei taught her daughter. "And it acts as a lubricant, so the cock can slide in smoothly."

While Yifei was teaching, Wang Yue lifted Tingting’s slender legs and wrapped them around his waist. He still didn’t shove it in; instead, he used his thick cock to rub up and down against her narrow slit.

Seeing this, Pingping got impatient. "Mom, why hasn’t Brother Tiezhu poked his big cock into Tingting yet?"

"Doing this makes more juice flow, so it’ll go in easier," Yifei explained. She asked Tingting, "Tingting, does it feel itchy now? Do you want him to poke you?"

"Yes," Tingting nodded. "Brother Tiezhu, hurry up and poke it in."

Sensing she was wet enough, Wang Yue didn’t hesitate. He began to apply slight pressure, wedging his large, egg-sized glans into her impossibly tight virgin passage.

"Oh! It’s so full... but it feels good, too." As her narrow walls were slowly stretched open by the massive head, Tingting began to taste the pleasure of the game.

At the same time, Pingping subconsciously squeezed her own legs together. She felt as if something was being stuffed into her pussy, too—stretching, itchy, and wonderful. But since Wang Yue and Yifei were focused on Tingting, and Pingping didn’t say anything, they didn’t notice her reaction.

After a bit of teasing, Wang Yue had shoved the majority of the glans into Tingting’s tight canal. He felt the head hit a wall of resistance.

"Tingting, it’s going to hurt a little bit next. But don’t be scared—just bear with it for a second, and then it’ll feel amazing," Wang Yue warned her.

"I’m not scared of pain, Brother Tiezhu," Tingting said firmly.

Wang Yue caught Yifei’s eye. She understood immediately, grabbing her daughter’s hand. "Tingting..."

Tingting looked at her mom, curious to hear what she was going to say. In that split second of distraction, Wang Yue lunged forward. His cock tore through the barrier and buried itself halfway inside.

"AH—!" Tingting let out a sharp cry.

Next to them, Pingping gave a muffled groan and clutched her own lower abdomen.

Feeling her daughter’s hand tighten around hers, Yifei said soothingly, "Tingting, it’s okay. It’ll pass in a moment."

"Mom, Brother Tiezhu, you’re liars! It hurts so much! I don’t want to play anymore!" Tingting sobbed.

"It’s okay, it’s okay. It only hurts for a second, I promise," Yifei consoled her. Wang Yue added, "Tingting is so cute, Mom and I would never lie to you. The pain is almost gone."

Trust in her mother and Brother Tiezhu eventually won out. Tingting nodded through her tears and stopped crying.

"Tingting, I’m going to teach you a special technique. Run it along with me; once the energy flows, the pain will disappear." Wang Yue took the chance to pass the dual-cultivation method to her.

Meanwhile, Yifei noticed her older daughter’s strange behavior. "Pingping, what’s wrong?"

"Mom... when Brother Tiezhu poked Tingting just now, my pussy felt a sharp pain, too," Pingping said with a pained expression.

"This..." Yifei had never heard of such a thing. She was stumped.

"It’s fine. It’s just a special connection between twins. Don’t worry about it," Wang Yue comforted her.

Their situation reminded him of his twin cousins back home, Su Jin’er and Su Xiu’er. They had the same link—external teasing was fine, but if one was penetrated, the other felt it. The common denominator was Grandmother’s genes. He and his sister Xin’er had a link too, though theirs was mental, not physical.

It made him wonder: did all twin descendants of his grandmother have a link? Physical for same-sex twins, mental for opposite-sex?

But his mother and second aunt were twins, too, with even closer blood to Grandmother. Did they have it? Second aunt had been sent to the Yang family as a child bride and was surely married by now, but his mother had never felt a thing. Was the ability missing, or was the distance just too great?

If it was the latter... even if the second aunt was happy and loved her husband, Wang Yue decided he’d have to snatch her back anyway. He couldn’t risk his mother feeling what she was feeling. He simply wouldn’t allow it!

The thought made his urge to visit the Yang family even more urgent. But for now, the priority was taking care of the little cousin he’d just deflowered.

A moment later, their Qi synchronized.

"How about now, Tingting? Still hurt?" Wang Yue asked.

"It doesn’t hurt anymore! Mom and Brother Tiezhu really didn’t lie to me." Tears still brimmed in her large eyes, but her face was blooming into a smile.

"The goal isn’t just ’no pain.’ The goal is to make Tingting feel good—to show you that this game is pure happiness," Wang Yue said, beginning to slowly move in and out.