Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2179 - 500: Aunt Su Nuanyue 4

As Wang Yue spun around, Yang Cancan’s eyes widened hugely. The night appeared to light up all at once. She leaned forward without thinking, her face only half a foot away from his, staring at him closely. "Are you really a boy?" she stuttered.

"No joke!" Wang Yue shot back, irritated.

"But you’re male! How come you’re more beautiful than a girl?" she burst out.

"It’s not ’pretty,’ it’s handsome!" Wang Yue set her straight.

"Fine, now I truly get why your mom was history’s top beauty." Yang Cancan pulled back a little unwillingly, then suddenly laughed hard. "And that explains why you call me ’Cousin.’ With that face, you’re not grown up at all, right, little one?"

"Who’re you calling little? I’m sixteen!" Wang Yue fired back angrily.

"Too bad you don’t own a store. A face like yours would bring three times more customers just by showing it off," Yang Cancan remarked, her thoughts always circling back to business.

Wang Yue laughed lightly. "You could pull that off too. The ’beauty boost’ would work even stronger for you. So why do you mess up your looks all day?"

"I’m in trade, not posing. What’s the point of looking pretty?" she brushed off.

"To boost sales," Wang Yue countered. "Check out fancy hotels—they bring in teams of gorgeous hostesses to draw in crowds. No shame in that."

"I’m different from those girls." Yang Cancan let out a sudden sigh. "They’ve got bosses protecting them; nobody dares touch them. I’ve got no one watching my back. If I used my looks to sell, soon I’d be pushed to sell my body too."

Wang Yue went still, then smiled wryly inside, silently praising her guts. Typical Cancan—straight talk like that only from you.

"It can’t be that rough," he voiced.

"It’s precisely that rough. I don’t boast often, but I know my looks and figure are top-notch. A beauty like me with no backing faces just two paths: thugs make her service customers, or she gets kept as some rich guy’s plaything," she said with a mocking grin at herself.

"And how’s that any different from selling your body? Just one buyer versus a bunch."

"You could refuse... and skip the mistress gig," Wang Yue proposed.

"Refuse? That’s even worse," she sighed deeply. "No group shielding you means every local tough guy takes his turn without paying. Might as well turn pro then."

"Is it truly like that?" Even in his second life, Wang Yue had always been shielded by Jinling’s mighty clans. Bottom-rung struggles were alien to him.

"You think I’m inventing this? I’ve witnessed it tons of times." Yang Cancan dismissed it. "Never mind. You’re still a child; why dump this on you?"

"I said I’m no child," Wang Yue replied in exasperation.

"Really? Prove it—do you even grasp what ’selling pussy’ means?" she poked fun.

After glimpsing Wang Yue’s real face, an itch to tease this stunning young "shota" surged in her. The booze made the urge hard to fight.

"You threw out tons of terms. Which one’s the quiz?" Wang Yue’s brain whirred. He chose to feign ignorance.

No goody-two-shoes here; he wouldn’t waste a prime chance.

Plus, fixing Aunt Nuanyue’s core meant dual cultivation with her down the line.

Nabbing Yang Cancan first would score him the ideal "mother-daughter pair."

That idea sparked, Wang Yue started leaking his inner force gently. Not overpowering, but plenty to fan Yang Cancan’s lust flames.

"Fine, let’s chat ’selling pussy,’" Yang Cancan said, blind to her "innocent" cousin turning predator. She kept stoking the blaze. "Hey kiddo, got any clue what that is?"

"Sure I do. Means whoring," Wang Yue declared boldly.

"Is that so? Explain how it goes then," she pressed.

"A guy pays cash, you bed him overnight. Quit pretending I’m dumb," Wang Yue proclaimed firmly.

"And the action in that bed?" she kept on. His fake-expert vibe, knowing just scraps, charmed her.

"They get close. Hugs, kisses, that sort of thing," Wang Yue stuck to his "expert" act.

Yang Cancan giggled uncontrollably. Wang Yue’s aura was sinking in now, slamming her with a rush of horny heat.

Like guys, gals crave it too. Wang Yue’s killer face already dazed her, and sparked lust made her want to dive deeper.

"Only hugs and kisses?" she chuckled. "You naive boy, clueless as can be! Let sis school you. Kissing’s baby play. Real deal’s the fucking."

"Fucking?" Wang Yue faked bewilderment.

"Yep. Why ’selling pussy’? ’Cause you sell your pussy to get fucked," she explained. Market grit made dirty words easy for her. "Kid, know what a pussy even is?"

"I got that. Woman’s private spot below," Wang Yue replied gladly.

"Ever laid eyes on one?" she quizzed.

"I..." Wang Yue pretended to stumble.

"Closer, kid. Big sis’ll teach you proper today." Yang Cancan laughed, crooking her finger.

Wang Yue bent forward, and she lifted her right leg fast, draping it over his shoulder to yank him right into her crotch.

Now his face pressed between her legs, nose tip mere inches from her untouched pussy under the panties.

"Kid, describe to sis... what’s in view?" she demanded, buzzing strangely at her cousin’s up-close stare.

"Your panties," Wang Yue answered straight.

"Dummy! Nobody said check the panties!" she snapped at his "obliviousness." "Shift ’em! Peek in!"

"Got it." Wang Yue followed orders, fingering her panty crotch aside.

At once, Yang Cancan’s pink, soft virgin pussy unveiled fully before him.

"There it is—my pussy. Pretty, huh?" she nearly groaned. Wang Yue’s force-driven lust had her soaked from his look alone. Little juices started leaking.

Wang Yue stayed silent, extending his tongue for a long, deliberate lick along her soft lips.

"Ohhh..." Yang Cancan moaned drawn-out, thighs squeezing tight on reflex, locking his head in her silky white legs. "What’s that for?"

"Cousin, forgive me... your pussy’s too gorgeous, too tempting. Couldn’t resist," Wang Yue said, voice shaky with fake fear.

"Just ’sorry’? Never let anyone touch there my whole life, and you lick it?" she whined like she’d suffered huge.

"Then what’s the fix?" Wang Yue asked warily.

"You peeked and licked my pussy, so pay up with your dick!" she ruled, setting his "penalty."

"Alright," Wang Yue agreed meekly.

Yang Cancan rose to strip his pants but halted. "Too dim here. Let’s head in."

She seized him wordlessly and dragged him to her tiny side chamber.

Simple setup in her room—a bed, cabinet, desk—but pristine clean, unlike her sloppy outer image.

In the room, she shoved him onto the bed and, wild like a starving fox, ripped his pants off.

Out sprang an iron-hard rod, sized like an adult’s pinky though.

Odd quirk—Wang Yue mastered every body cell, yet couldn’t tame erections fully. Size on command, hardness not.

Ditched those tight specialty briefs; too annoying.

Kept his dick tiny normally, so random hard-ons stayed discreet in public.

"How’s it that tiny?" Yang Cancan exclaimed. She grabbed it softly anyway. First man-part ever for her. Smaller than film ones, but heart-pounding still.