Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2193 - 514: The Filial Daughter 4

Cancan considered that her mother didn’t need to hold back.

However, she spoke aloud, saying, "I hear you, Mom. But listen—you’ve gone so long without it, don’t you ever feel... restless down there?"

"Don’t be crass!" Nuanyue’s face flushed with heat, but her arousal had been fully ignited. She reasoned that her daughter was a grown woman now; discussing such topics wasn’t the end of the world. "Of course I do sometimes. I’m not dead, and I’m at that age."

"I get it. They say a woman in her thirties is a wolf, and in her forties, she’s a tiger," Cancan nodded, guiding the conversation deeper. "Have you thought about finding a man? I wouldn’t mind if you did."

"At my age? What’s the point?" Nuanyue shook her head, a faint smile on her lips.

"What do you mean ’at your age’?" Cancan pressed. "You’re barely forty. With your face and your body, people would easily believe you’re thirty. If you wanted to, you could land an amazing man."

"Forget it," Nuanyue sighed. "If I pick the wrong one, I’m the one who suffers. Or worse, he could end up hurting you." She had read far too many cautionary tales about stepfathers and daughters. It might be uncommon, but she was unwilling to take that gamble.

"True," Cancan agreed, then let out an exaggerated sigh. "It’s a shame I’m just a girl. If I had been born a boy with a penis, I’d be the one taking care of you, ensuring my mom felt good every night."

Nuanyue burst into laughter. "Silly girl! Even if you were a boy, you’d still be my son. A son can’t do those things with his mother."

"Why not? As long as it feels good," Cancan stated resolutely. "As long as no one finds out, who cares?"

"Well, you are not a boy, so it’s a moot point," Nuanyue chuckled.

"But if I were a boy, would you let me?" Cancan teased.

Nuanyue, believing it was all a jest, decided to play along. "Fine. If you were my son and you possessed the necessary equipment, I would let you." She wasn’t typically inclined towards crude discussions, but in the spirit of the joke, she allowed the words to escape.

"Why didn't the universe make me your son?" Cancan sighed, then abruptly changed the subject. "Well, if you don’t have a son, a nephew should serve just as well, right?"

"What do you mean by that?" Nuanyue froze, her heart skipping a beat.

"Consider this—Wang Yue," Cancan said with a smile. "He’s family, so you don’t need to worry about his character. He’s young, incredibly handsome, and his martial arts skills are astonishing. I bet his 'drive' is absolutely lightning fast!"

"Stop that! He’s just a child!" Nuanyue scolded, her voice sharp. While dirty jokes between mother and daughter were one thing, involving a relative crossed a significant line.

"He’s sixteen! That’s hardly a child," Cancan laughed. "He grew up in the lap of luxury, well-fed, and developed early. I’m sure he’s already packing like a grown man. Besides, teenage boys are full of raw energy. I bet he’s rock-hard. Don’t tell me you don’t want a young, potent stallion to chase away all those years of loneliness?"

As her daughter’s mischievous whispers permeated her ears, Nuanyue felt an overwhelming wave of desire sweep over her.

Just as men are drawn to beautiful women, women are equally captivated by handsome men—and Wang Yue certainly stood out from the crowd. Combined with the simmering heat already coursing through her veins, she couldn’t help but indulge in a fleeting fantasy.

However, she was not a woman of loose morals. She quickly snapped herself back to reality. "I told you to stop! Enough!"

"Just girl talk, Mom. It’s not like I’m announcing it in the streets," Cancan replied playfully. Noticing her mother's resolute expression, she understood it was best not to push further for now.

"Alright, alright. Let’s discuss your health instead. If there was a method to mend your foundation and even elevate you to the status of a high-level martial artist, would you pursue it?"

"Of course, I would. But a damaged foundation cannot be reversed," Nuanyue sighed dishearteningly. "I no longer care about becoming a martial artist. I simply wish to live long enough to witness you married and with children of your own."

"Don’t get all sentimental on me now," Cancan said, experiencing a brief twinge of guilt for the deception she was weaving against her mother.

Yet, she reminded herself that this was ultimately for her mother’s own benefit. She desired for Nuanyue to experience the potent power of Wang Yue's 'gift' as swiftly as possible.

After some time had passed, Cancan’s breathing gradually settled into a calm, consistent rhythm. She appeared to have drifted off to sleep.

Nuanyue, on the other hand, found her eyes wide open, unable to find rest. Her daughter’s words echoed persistently in her mind. She began to think of Wang Yue—that young man with his slender physique and strikingly handsome features. Her own nephew.

A sixteen-year-old boy at the zenith of his youthful vigor... he must be fully developed by now. Could he truly be as substantial as an adult? Perhaps not, but he would undoubtedly be firm, and his thrusts would be powerful...

She knew these thoughts were inappropriate, yet her mind steadfastly refused to comply. The internal fire was consuming her from within, transforming her suppressed desires into a volcanic eruption.

Just as Nuanyue was about to reach down, Cancan abruptly sat up, causing Nuanyue to nearly leap out of her skin. If her daughter discovered her in such a state, she would be utterly mortified. Squeezing her eyes shut, she held her breath, listening intently.

Unaware, Cancan slipped out of bed and quietly exited the room. Nuanyue let out a breath of relief, assuming her daughter was simply heading to the restroom.

However, less than a minute later, voices drifted in from the courtyard.

"My beautiful sister, you've finally emerged! I've missed you terribly!"

"We were only apart for two hours. What's there to miss?"

"Everything. I miss you every single second."

"You little rascal, do you miss me, or do you just miss my body?"

"Hehe, both. But mostly, I yearn to be holding you while I'm deep inside you."

"Didn't you have enough this afternoon? Are you seeking more tonight?"

"That was merely the warm-up. Tonight, I'll be taking you all night long!"

"Absolutely not. My mother always said that young men should practice moderation, lest they exhaust their reserves."

"That's only because Auntie is unaware of my true capabilities."

"Oh really? Would you like my mother to discover precisely what you're capable of?"

"Never... of course not! I wouldn't dare. Sister, please stop teasing; I can no longer restrain myself."

"Heehee, wow. You're truly rock-hard."

"Naturally. Merely gazing at you ignites my desire."

"Is it because of me, or because we were discussing my mother? Don't assume I'm oblivious—for a young man like you, a mature and stunning woman like her represents the ultimate temptation."

"Stop it! I... I wouldn't!"

"Still playing innocent? If you continue to be coy, I won't permit you to have me!"

"Very well! I confess. I desire both of you. Particularly Auntie—she possesses such mature sensuality, and that delicate aura she carries? Just seeing her sends a powerful surge through me, leaving me instantly aroused."

"Hehe, at least you're being honest now. Come closer."

Slap—Squelch—

"Ah! Gently! You're so large—if you thrust in like that, you'll break me!"

"I won't. I didn't break you this afternoon, did I?"

Pound—Pound—Pound—

"Ah... Oh god..."

The more Nuanyue listened, the greater her horror grew. Her instinct screamed at her to intervene and put a stop to it.

Yet, she remained utterly immobile. Her body felt as heavy as lead, completely weak and devoid of strength. She couldn't even muster the energy to wiggle a finger.

This was the work of Wang Yue. He had employed his Qi to erect an invisible sound barrier around the courtyard, ensuring that all sounds within were perfectly clear while remaining completely silent to the outside world. Furthermore, he had subtly obstructed Nuanyue's meridians, rendering her paralyzed.

Should she attempt to rise and interfere, or even succumb to her own escalating desires, his meticulously crafted plan would be ruined. He needed to maintain her in a constant state of heightened anticipation.

Unaware of the magical intervention, Nuanyue attributed her immobility and shock to her own failing health and the overwhelming circumstances. Unable to move or block out the sounds, she was involuntarily subjected to the entire spectacle.

The conversation in the courtyard grew increasingly explicit. When she heard Wang Yue confess his fantasies about her—that the mere sight of her could cause him to become erect—her heart pounded erratically. A portion of her was utterly repulsed by her nephew's inappropriate thoughts about his aunt.

Yet, another part of her—the woman who had felt undesired for so many years—experienced a defiant surge of primal pride. Even at forty, she could still make a young stallion tremble at her feet.