Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2192 - 513: The Filial Daughter 3

The former Wang Yue was utterly unremarkable, the type of person who faded into any background. But now? He was strikingly handsome. How could a single afternoon bring about such a dramatic alteration?

"Yes, this is my actual appearance," Wang Yue clarified. "The person you encountered earlier was a skillfully crafted disguise using a mask technique."

"A mask technique?" Su Nuanyue's confusion deepened. Her understanding of martial arts was limited, and such advanced methods were exceptionally rare, even among seasoned practitioners. She had only encountered such tales in fictional media, never imagining they could exist in reality.

Realizing that mere words were insufficient, Wang Yue decided to demonstrate. Before their very eyes, his handsome facial features began to contort and blur. In mere moments, his face transformed back into the rugged, ordinary visage of "Wang Tiezhu."

Su Nuanyue was finally convinced. A sigh of wonder mixed with relief escaped her lips. "I never knew such unbelievable skills were possible. If Cancan could do that, she wouldn't need to spend all her time making herself look so plain."

"It's not too late for her to learn, though she likely won't need it much longer," Wang Yue remarked with a playful glint in his eye. He had already pledged that by day's end, she would attain Heaven Element expert status—powerful enough to safeguard her own beauty without the need for concealment.

The trio engaged in conversation until the sun descended below the horizon. As Wang Yue and Cancan had brought back prepared food, there was no need for cooking. Following dinner and a brief further exchange, they retired to their separate chambers.

This evening, Cancan did not secretly visit Wang Yue. Instead, after her shower, she proceeded directly to Su Nuanyue's room, declaring her intention to sleep with her mother.

The season was early autumn. Although the air was growing cooler, the oppressive heat of the "Autumn Tiger" phenomenon still lingered. Given that both women lived modestly and lacked air conditioning, their room was exceedingly warm.

Under such sweltering conditions, heavy pajamas were out of the question. Since it was only her daughter present, Nuanyue felt no need for modesty. Her attire was minimal: a delicate camisole worn without a bra, paired with simple white panties.

The sheer fabric offered little to the imagination—the dark contours of her breasts and the alluring outline of her feminine form were discernible. Combined with a figure even more voluptuous than Cancan's, the subtle yet potent temptation was enough to make any man's nosebleed.

Even Cancan was taken aback. She hadn't shared a bed with her mother since childhood, and Nuanyue typically favored loose, unassuming clothing. It was only now she realized that beneath her mother's seemingly fragile and elegant facade lay a body of almost scandalous curves.

That fortunate fellow is in for a real treat, Cancan mused to herself. Shedding her towel, she climbed into bed clad only in her underwear, settling down beside her mother.

Su Nuanyue, in turn, was discreetly admiring her daughter's figure, though a shadow of sadness flickered within her. In their current circumstances, the more beautiful and developed a young woman became, the greater the dangers she faced.

"Did you have a good time today?" Nuanyue inquired. It was still early, and she understood her daughter's usual bedtime was much later.

"It was amazing! We even met the Demon Buddha," Cancan exclaimed, rolling onto her side to face her mother. "He truly is a master of enlightenment."

"In what regard?" Nuanyue asked, her tone somewhat dismissive. She held no particular religious beliefs and had scant interest in monks.

"His mental fortitude is on an entirely different plane, and his martial prowess is astounding," Cancan explained. "He can genuinely fly. Like, he flew from the city all the way to the Yellow River."

"That capable?" Nuanyue responded with surprise. "But how can you be sure? Did he put on some sort of display?"

Cancan chuckled. "No display whatsoever. I witnessed the entire event because my cousin brought me along, and we flew alongside him."

"What? Your cousin can fly too?" Nuanyue's curiosity surged at the mention of Wang Yue. He was her nephew, and that familial connection evoked a deep sense of care, despite their recent reunion.

"Indeed. He even engaged in a sparring match with the Demon Buddha," Cancan added. "You should have witnessed it. They battled over the Yellow River, and the resulting shockwaves fractured the water's surface. It was as if celestial beings had descended to the mortal realm."

"Is that so?" Nuanyue rolled onto her side, facing her daughter.

"Mom, your breasts are poking me," Cancan stated bluntly. Given the limited space on the bed, they were positioned quite closely. As they faced each other, the ample bosoms of mother and daughter pressed and nudged against one another.

A flush spread across Nuanyue's face. "And yours aren't poking me?"

"Because yours are larger!" Cancan giggled. "Mom, I never realized it before, but yours are enormous. And remarkably firm, with no sign of sagging. How do you maintain such a figure?"

Nuanyue seldom discussed such matters with her daughter, but tonight felt distinct. A subtle, warm agitation simmered within her, lending her an uncharacteristic boldness and a hint of exhilaration. "I haven't the faintest idea. Perhaps genetics? You are quite similar, after all."

Unbeknownst to her, this was Wang Yue's subtle influence. During their evening meal, he had artfully infused the surrounding atmosphere with a delicate wisp of Qi. It wasn't potent enough to overwhelm her senses, yet it sustained a constant, mild state of arousal.

"It's true. But yours possess a gentler quality," Cancan remarked. Abruptly, she reached out, her fingers closing around one of her mother's breasts. They sank into the incredibly soft, yielding flesh.

"Oh~" A soft moan escaped Nuanyue's lips as she swiftly batted her daughter's hand away. "You naughty girl, cease this at once!"

"Mom, with them being so ample and soft, Dad must have adored them, mustn't he?" Cancan teased. Her hand grew even more adventurous, venturing behind her mother to caress her voluptuous, rounded posterior. "My, your backside is wonderfully large and tender too!"

Visibly flustered, Nuanyue attempted to evade her daughter's touch. "I've told you, stop it!"

Cancan persisted, her hands exploring her mother's curvaceous form. "Come now, Mom. Be truthful. When Dad was still with us, did you two... engage daily?"

"Don't speak such foolishness! Of course not!" Nuanyue's face flushed a deep crimson.

"That scarcely makes sense. You are so stunning, and your figure is incredibly alluring. Were I a man, I doubt I could restrain myself. How did Dad manage it?" Cancan mused. "Was he perhaps... inept at it?"

At this, Nuanyue's demeanor shifted to one of gravity. "Cancan, take this to heart: when you eventually marry, ensure your husband understands restraint. Otherwise... alas."

Her thoughts drifted back to her younger days. In that era, her husband had possessed boundless vitality, desiring intimacy every single night, never content with a solitary encounter. It was frequently two or even three times within a single night. She had been young then, her own needs not yet fully awakened, and her body was delicate—she could scarcely keep pace with his ardor.

However, as she matured and her own desires intensified, he began to falter. By the time he reached his thirties, his passion had completely waned. Even medicinal aid proved ineffective. A considerable span of time had passed since she had last experienced true carnal pleasures.

Her daughter shared her striking beauty, possessing a form that was even more captivating. Should Cancan's future husband fail to exercise moderation, she might suffer a fate similar to her own—widowed prematurely, or worse, bound to a man incapable of fulfilling his marital duties. In Nuanyue's estimation, the distinction between these outcomes was negligible.