Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2161 - 482: A Goddess Descends to the Mortal Realm 1

Haa... haa... haa...

The deathly quiet of the meditation chamber was pierced by heavy, labored breaths.

Beneath her ice-blue palace robes, Su Mengchen’s alluring body twisted wildly without control. She battled to cease the motions, but the fierce waves of sensation overwhelmed her; only writhing thus offered the faintest ease.

"Ungh... ah..."

Sensations mounting higher, Su Mengchen released faint, fractured moans. Her thighs instinctively squeezed tight, grinding desperately together.

Had anyone glimpsed beneath her robes then, they’d see jade-like, crystalline legs compressing her plump peach mound. The rubbing made her delicate folds shift and bunch, forcing beads of sweet nectar from the hidden depths.

Regrettably, the quiet room held her alone. No eyes beheld the glorious view.

Arising from psychic resonance, this bliss stayed one remove from true contact. So, immense rapture notwithstanding, Su Mengchen couldn’t achieve full climax by sensory link alone.

Still, her special build granted a clear edge. As Chen Lingwei’s daughter and Su Mengyan’s twin, Su Mengchen’s pussy rivaled theirs in juicy plumpness.

Thighs clamped firm, her thrill dwarfed that of typical women.

Past half an hour of twin torments—remote resonance and her own feverish grinding—her frame convulsed sharply. Board-stiff for a moment, she crumpled into quaking softness.

"Haa... haa..." Climax’s afterpants were faint. Mind blanked out. Unthinkingly, her right hand delved under her skirt to caress the bliss’s origin.

Peak-fresh, sensitivity soared. Palm’s press triggered fresh tremors. Drive pushed to grind deeper, extend the ecstasy.

Yet cultivation’s decades honed unbreakable resolve. She crushed the impulse, yanking hand free—only to spot her pale jade palm slick with glossy fluid.

Uncomprehending the process fully, innate bashfulness washed over her, but the thrill looped endlessly in mind. Utterly divine. One hit addicted her, hungering for instant repeat.

Shocking realization: Dive in, and cultivation resolve crumbles?

Beyond heart devil; sabotage loomed likely.

Release left her buoyant. Twenty-plus years’ gloom from relentless cultivation evaporated. Freedom-seekers all, humans; monotonous toil years breed suffocation.

Cultivation equaled Su Mengchen’s "job," nearly three decades running.

Last two decades, save Mistress palace duties, sixteen hours daily meditating.

Cultivation freeing her from meals and slumber pushed it beyond twenty hours.

Such grueling "labor" amassed vast repressed turmoil. Outlets? Steadfast belief, eyeing Jinling’s three clans, kin nostalgia. They masked pressure, never purged it.

That lone climax shockingly banished haze.

No obsession, timely vent proves boon long-term, she pondered. Saboteur choosing this way? Doubtful.

Puzzling thus, the surge returned fiercer. Resistance failed; body disobeyed.

...

Hours of this "torment" assailed Su Mengchen. When it ceased, thigh-clamping yielded three more peaks.

Sensation fully ensnared her.

Endless vents swept mental weariness; body felt airy as never before. Positive shift, but daily? Cultivation halts.

Epiphany dawned. Teeth grinding, she snarled inwardly, "Battle Goddess girl... you’re the one pulling strings!"

Her "Battle Goddess" meant War God Temple’s heir. Profound Maiden Palace and War God Temple mingled alliance with rivalry eternally.

As faction champions, Su Mengchen and the "Battle Goddess" mirrored it ideally.

Close confidantes sharing all in secret, cutthroat enemies in public. Key: six-month duel by custom. Stakes pure honor for sects, not fate.

Long-haul gain short-term cultivation snag? Pure "Battle Goddess" gag. War God Temple brimmed with weird arts; her style exactly.

"War Gods" branded as mindless thugs? Dismiss Temple thus, and death by ploy nears. War mastery stems from tactics. Warfare thrives on deceit, as proverbs note.

Scheming prowess unmatched at War God Temple. Friendly honor clash? "Sister" curveball hardly shocks.

Chewing her foe in imagination, quiet room’s door parted. White palace-robed beauty glided in.

Late-thirties seeming. Inches shy of Su Mengchen’s unmatched allure.

Mature vibe pulsed; loose robes failed to conceal bountiful curves. Prime peach personified—wickedly enticing.

Inside, she inhaled deeply. Fine brows creased eyeing limp Su Mengchen. "Chen’er, what’s happened?"

"Master," Su Mengchen whispered faintly. "I think... the War God Temple’s cursed me."

"What took place?" the woman urged. Mild surprise only; Temple antics routine, harmless pests.

Su Mengchen held nothing back. Hours of rapture, four summits detailed, ending, "That girl Jinglan’s the curser!"

Disciple’s account prompted silent sigh.

Thirty-six now, palace-bound pre-eight, she’d been elite nurture focus.

Cultivation and governance mastered; carnal matters? Blanker than secular child. Pristine canvas.

Master-elders’ design: forge "Nine Heavens Profound Maiden," world-unsoiled, lust-free existence.

Su Mengchen excelled. Family love yes, desire no. Till today.

War God heir guilty? Uncertain. Sure: thirty years’ "Goddess" now mortal-dusted.

Wrong path maybe, she reflected. Humans stay human, gods no. Desire rejects full purge. Tiny gap, massive eruption.

Prolonged pent-up blast hits hardest. Botch handling, Su Mengchen destroyed. Pure goddess push defied nature, birthing near-tragedy.

Master regained poise. "Came to say Jinglan nears secluded meditation’s end.

Her aptitude promises Void-Sprinting Realm breakthrough in three months or so."

"That quick?!" Su Mengchen gasped. Her own year timeline; six-month duel prep shaky. Rival’s lead unforeseen.