Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2141 - 462: The Peak of Mortal Shedding 1

Even if she insisted she was indifferent, a woman who lived her life as a reserved wife and mother couldn't easily discard her core sensibilities.

Standing so close, the reality of their age difference struck Zhuang Wenxian like a heavy blow. Wang Yue was remarkably young—hardly older than her own child. In any other situation, he could have been her son.

Zhuang Wenxian wasn't particularly interested in younger men, but much like men who prefer youthful partners, engaging with a boy who could be her offspring stirred up a chaotic blend of shyness and a distinct sense of excitement.

Venturing into something so forbidden for the first time in her orderly life ignited a powerful wave of transgressive thrill. The way she perceived Wang Yue began to undergo a subtle transformation.

Wang Yue had witnessed that expression far too often to let it feed his ego. He kept his tone indifferent: "Let us converse for a few moments first."

"Of course," she replied with a nod.

A stifling silence descended. They were essentially strangers who had only crossed paths once. Attempting to engage in small talk felt incredibly grueling after setting expectations for such an intimate encounter.

"Listen, you are my senior, so I shall refer to you as Sister Xian," Wang Yue said to break the mounting tension. With hundreds more women awaiting his attention, he had no time to waste on formalities.

"No, please!" Zhuang Wenxian waved her hands in panic. "Grand Leader, simply use my given name. I am not worthy of being called 'Sister' by someone of your stature."

"It is merely a title, do not fret over it," Wang Yue said with a smirk. "Let us be direct—are you entirely certain about proceeding with this dual-cultivation?"

Her face flushed a deep red as she gave a slight, hesitant nod. "I am."

"What is your objective then? State your desires plainly. Even if you choose to retreat now, I will not coerce you," Wang Yue noted. He was confident in his abilities, yet not so blinded by his status that he expected her to be here for his personality alone.

"I seek strength," she declared, her voice suddenly sharpening. "The strength to eliminate more pirates. The strength to ensure my daughter's safety!"

Women may be gentle, but mothers are forged from tempered iron, Wang Yue reflected. He offered a small smile. "You are a devoted mother. You remind me of my own."

"You are too kind, Grand Leader," she said masked in etiquette, though a flicker of doubt danced in her mind: Does this man possess a maternal fixation? Is this the reason he seeks out mature women like me?

Her cynicism was inevitable. Since Hong Ling had handled recruitment individually, she had no idea that three hundred other candidates were involved. She believed she was his sole target. (And to be fair, her intuition regarding his specific preferences was fairly accurate.)

"I will grant you that power. I cannot promise the exact extent, but it will suffice for your task. As for your daughter, whether you bring her or settle her in a secure city is entirely your choice." As he spoke, Wang Yue began to circulate his Qi.

He realized conversation was not his strongest asset. With someone unfamiliar, the dialogue was only becoming stiffer. It was more efficient to allow the Qi to facilitate their connection. 'Familiarity through friction' was far more his style.

This time, he did not exercise the 'gentle touch' he reserved for his kin. He escalated the intensity of his Qi.

In an instant, Zhuang Wenxian's composure shattered. Her breathing grew shallow, her complexion ignited, and her vision became clouded.

The sudden surge of desire impacted her more severely than the other leaders. Struggling through the haze, she gasped, "The girl stays by my side. I shall see to her upbringing myself."

She had no intention of departing the submarine yet, nor did she trust this 'Grand Leader' to serve as a guardian. He was a savior by trade, but clearly a man driven by his appetites.

"That suits me," Wang Yue responded, reaching out to start unfastening her attire.

Zhuang Wenxian displayed no hesitation. She reached for his belt, her movements guided almost exclusively by the Qi fueling her desires. Moments later, their bodies were exposed.

Wang Yue assessed her with an approving nod. For a woman without cultivation, she had maintained a remarkable physique. Her features were lovely, and her form was exceptional.

Her curves were abundant, and while her waist lacked the athletic definition of the warriors he usually encountered, she possessed a lush, elegant beauty. Her hips and thighs spoke of a radiant, maternal vitality.

Zhuang Wenxian, however, was staring at Wang Yue’s impressive, engorged member in sheer astonishment.

Ordinarily, a woman in her heightened state might find such a sight arousing. But Zhuang Wenxian was gripped by genuine terror.

As a 'virtuous wife' who had never been exposed to such explicit sights, she had never witnessed anything of that scale. It stretched far beyond her comprehension of human biology.

If he attempts full penetration, I might truly be torn apart, she thought to herself. For a brief moment, she pondered if this 'dual-cultivation' was merely a facade to mask his inability to find a partner who could accommodate his size.

Wang Yue remained oblivious to her internal panic. Interpreting her wide-eyed gaze as admiration, he pinned her to the mattress, parted her legs, and pressed the tip of his member against her sensitized threshold.

"Do not simply observe," he whispered with a taunting edge. "Experience it."

Before she could offer a word of protest, he initiated a slow, deliberate insertion.

Zhuang Wenxian felt a wave of alarm, convinced of her impending demise. However, lacking any defensive cultivation, she had no means to resist. She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed that the Grand Leader would at least prove honorable enough to watch over her daughter after the fatal accident.

"Ensure you are circulating the technique the leaders shared with you," Wang Yue’s voice cut through her premonitions of death.

She returned to the present, surprised to find herself feeling... profoundly full. Yet, the catastrophic pain she feared failed to manifest. It was replaced by an intense, overwhelming pressure that, quite unexpectedly, felt exquisite.

Wait, has he even entered yet? she wondered. Casting a glance downward, she saw he was already halfway inside. Her body was tested to its capacity, yet she remained perfectly intact.