Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2143 - 464: A Special "Wedding" 1

Upon attaining the zenith of the Mortal Transcendence Realm, Wang Yue discovered that his mobility had shattered all previous limitations. Gliding across the water with the grace of a deity, he traversed thousands of miles of ocean in little more than an hour.

He arrived at a secluded landing point, intent on remaining inconspicuous, and successfully infiltrated the Wang Family estate like a phantom.

As shadows lengthened with the onset of dusk, Wang Yue snuck toward Su Mengyan’s personal quarters. His goal was to grant his mother the ultimate surprise—a sudden, unannounced appearance.

To maintain his ruse, he had intentionally relayed through his last communication from the submarine that his return would be delayed by several days.

Yet, as he crossed the threshold, his bravado vanished. His mother was nowhere to be found.

Occupying the center of the living area was a prominent note written in her elegant script: "Come to the back garden. Everyone is waiting!"

Wang Yue released a soft, defeated laugh. It appeared his mother had perceived his intentions perfectly, turning his surprise attempt against him. It made sense upon reflection; his sister, Wang Xin’er, shared a spiritual bond with him, likely making it trivial for her to sense his return that day.

Bubbling with anticipation, Wang Yue proceeded to the rear garden. The moment he passed through the iron gates, he came to a dead halt.

The expansive garden had been transformed into a lavish, high-end festival ground. Strings of vibrant lights interconnected above the space, while countless balloons drifted through the air.

Festive seating was arranged throughout, laden with snacks, diverse fruits, fine wine, and various drinks. At the focal point rested a towering five-tier cake. Behind this display hung a glowing LED sign that declared: HAPPY BIRTHDAY WANG YUE & WANG XIN’ER!

Birthday?!

Wang Yue stood in a stupor. Following the collapse of the three great families three years prior, birthdays and other celebrations had been neglected. At most, they might collectively consume a simple bowl of longevity noodles.

Furthermore, after existing for an eternity within the void of his previous life, trivial details such as his own birth date had long ago faded into obscurity. He barely recalled the date itself.

However, as he sifted through his memories, realization dawned. It was July 22nd.

He understood then that his mother didn't strictly require Xin’er’s psychic link to know he would return; she likely knew he would not disregard this particular day. Wang Yue felt a ripple of remorse; he had crossed the line of fortunate timing. Had he missed it, his mother would have undoubtedly been devastated.

"Big Brother is home!" Wang Xin’er was the first to notice him lingering at the gate. She dashed toward him with a radiant expression.

As a guest of honor, Xin’er was attired like a princess, appearing more breathtaking than usual. The remaining women were dressed with equal sophistication, donning floor-length evening gowns as if gracing a gala red carpet.

Though the formal attire was somewhat uniform, their natural radiance elevated the aesthetic. Each woman contributed a distinct flair to the style. Wang Yue dismissed the formality, thinking that if this was a birthday, formal was acceptable. Next time, he simply decided, he would insist they all wear different sets of lingerie.

Amidst the group, Su Mengyan served as the center of attention. She had discarded her customary light-blue wardrobe in favor of a bold, crimson-red gown.

The cinched bodice accentuated her figure with striking precision. Even though the cascading skirt concealed the rest, every inch of her form was already etched into Wang Yue’s memory; he required no visual aid to know she was perfect.

Su Mengyan observed her son from across the yard, her gaze reflecting joy, longing, and a flicker of unadulterated, primal hunger.

In truth, the sentiment was shared. All seventeen beauties present—excluding the youth Wang Jingjing—were studying Wang Yue with equivalent intensity. He had been absent for over two weeks; their deep longing was only natural.

"Our home hasn't enjoyed such vitality in years, and we haven't held a proper birthday celebration since," Liu Ruoshi remarked as Wang Yue integrated into the group.

"The previous three years were relentless for all of us. That incident cast a long shadow over this family, but we cannot remain anchored to the past. We must focus on the future. A few days ago, Yue’er neutralized the Zhang family in Tianhai, which essentially eliminated the greatest threat to the three families of Jinling. We no longer need to walk on eggshells. So today, for the sixteenth birthday of both Yue’er and Xin’er, we are laying the past to rest and securing our future together!"

"Absolutely!" the younger women cried out, while the older ladies offered relieved, warm smiles.

The past three years had been stifling. Despite Wang Yue’s recent evolution providing them with a massive boost—meaning they no longer had to endure endless, grinding Cultivation sessions like monks—that lingering weight of trauma was difficult to shed. Liu Ruoshi’s decree felt like the breaking of heavy chains. Everyone felt a sudden lightness.

Witnessing their joy brought a grin to Wang Yue’s face. "Fear not," he announced, his voice carrying clearly. "As long as I exist, no further suffering shall touch the Wang family. I will ensure you live free of concern forever. Simply remain yourselves!"

The audience offered another round of cheers. The celebration hadn't formally commenced yet, but the energy was already electric. They had cultivated independence and strength over the last three years, never expecting to rely on any man. Yet, if that man was Wang Yue? They were more than happy to lean upon him.

The staff had concluded the arrangements and departed. Now, only the eighteen of them remained in the garden.

Xue Yan, adorned in a violet evening gown, assumed the role of MC. "I officially declare the birthday celebration for Mr. Wang Yue and Miss Wang Xin’er open! Birthday duo, please perform the cake cutting."

Wang Yue and Xin’er gripped a knife together, carving through the five-tier creation.

Xue Yan continued, "Next: the birthday pair shall feed each other cake as a symbol of another year of development."

Wang Yue blinked. Feeding each other? Since when was that the custom?

But Auntie Yan was winking at him aggressively, and his mother stood by with a knowing smile. This was explicitly orchestrated. Wang Yue portioned a small piece onto a fork to offer his sister.

"Hold there," Xue Yan interjected with a teasing smirk. "You are both sixteen now. You are adults. Shouldn't you feed one another in an 'adult' fashion to demonstrate the fruits of your growth over these last sixteen years?"

"And in what manner might we exhibit that?" Wang Yue asked, deciding to indulge her.

Xue Yan laughed. "The primary distinction between a child and an adult lies in sexual maturity, so..."

"Understood." Wang Yue wore an expression of sudden revelation. Without further preamble, he lowered his trousers. His massive, eight-inch member snapped outward instantly, standing rigid like a monarch as he displayed it before the seventeen women.

The ladies’ eyes locked onto the sight immediately, their collective gaze converging on the thick shaft. Each of them studied it with naked desire. Only the young Wang Jingjing issued a bewildered cry: "Whoa! What is that?"

"That, darling, is your uncle demonstrating his 'maturity.' Doesn't it look... cute?" Tang Yuerou explained to her daughter, though she forced herself to avert her eyes to feign shyness, all while attempting to steal another glance.

"It appears terrifying. Not cute in the slightest," Jingjing retorted, entirely unconvinced by her mother’s description.

Su Mengyan scrutinized her son’s significant member for a long moment before recalling to observe the others’ reactions. This was not the first occasion he had exposed himself in the house, but the audience had grown significantly. Many were witnessing3 it for the first time, and unlike previous instances, everyone was stone-cold sober. She had doubted they could withstand the shock.

Yet, as she glanced around, she noted that while the women blushed and feigned modesty, none actually averted their gaze. Their focus remained glued to his phallus—some driven by curiosity, but the majority by the same raw hunger she herself experienced.

Instead of jealousy, Su Mengyan felt a wave of pride. I knew it. No woman alive can resist my Yue’er’s massive cock!