Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2218 - 539: An Unexpected Visitor 4

Yu Suxin reached for the door and pulled it open wide.

To her astonishment, no contingent of armed enforcers was waiting.

Behind the household servant stood a solitary figure. He was not particularly imposing in height, and his head was tilted slightly downwards, obscuring his countenance.

Nevertheless, the instant her gaze fell upon him, her heart gave a powerful, rapid leap.

"Mr. Wang, Miss Yu, I shall leave the two of you to your conversation," the servant remarked with a knowing smirk before gracefully departing.

Once they were secluded, Wang Yue finally raised his head. He offered Yu Suxin a wide grin. "Greetings, lovely lady. We meet once more."

"It truly is you!" Yu Suxin exclaimed, her voice betraying a tremor as she attempted to regain her composure. "What brings you here?"

"You jest, surely you are aware," Wang Yue stated, entering the chamber as if he held dominion over it.

Having conferred with Li Yingying earlier, he was fully cognizant of Yu Suxin's abrupt departure upon hearing of his approach towards the Yang estate. The knowledge that she had risked her safety to clear his path touched him profoundly, intensifying his resolve to possess her.

"Keep the door ajar!" Yu Suxin commanded as she observed him reaching for the latch. She understood that the moment the door sealed shut, they would be confined to a private space. Should Wang Yue decide to act… she genuinely doubted her capacity to refuse.

"And why is that? Do you desire an audience observe us?" Wang Yue inquired playfully.

"It is a matter of propriety!" Yu Suxin attempted to inject a tone of coolness and professionalism into her voice. "When a man and a woman are alone in a room, whispers are inevitable."

"A valid concern," Wang Yue acknowledged with mock seriousness, then a sly smile played on his lips. "However, that predicament shifts if we were to establish a more formal connection, wouldn't it?"

Her pulse quickened erratically. What sort of connection did he have in mind? A part of her dreaded the utterance of “husband and wife,” yet a clandestine, deeply buried segment of her being fervently hoped for it.

"My decision remains undecided," Wang Yue declared with a grin. "Might I propose an alternative? I shall become your disciple. Society seldom scrutinizes the interactions between a master and her student."

"A disciple?!" Yu Suxin was utterly taken aback. Such an approach was entirely unforeseen.

"Precisely. This notion has occupied my thoughts since you imparted the Maiden’s Heart Sutra to me," he chuckled. "You have already shared your wisdom; formalizing this bond is the natural progression."

"I… suppose that arrangement could suffice," Yu Suxin conceded, nodding pensively. It appeared to be an ideal resolution.

Once they were formally master and disciple, he would surely cease his advances. Yet, concurrent with a surge of relief, a sharp twinge of disappointment pierced her. Henceforth, their connection would be strictly that of mentor and pupil.

"My gratitude, Master," Wang Yue expressed, his demeanor radiating genuine delight. He promptly summoned Yang Guang and the others to bear witness to the formal induction ceremony.

By the conclusion of the proceedings, darkness had completely enveloped the surroundings. Wang Yue declined the Yang family's offer of separate accommodations, citing pressing "sect affairs" that required discussion with his master, and subsequently escorted Yu Suxin back to her chambers.

The Yang family regarded this arrangement as entirely conventional; within their social paradigms, a master and disciple sharing quarters was commonplace.

This time, Yu Suxin offered no objection when he secured the door. However, the instant the lock engaged, Wang Yue grasped her hand. "Master, now that we are alone, allow us to reconnect in earnest."

Yu Suxin flinched, her eyes widening in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"I am claiming you, naturally," Wang Yue retorted with a low chuckle. He moved closer, his lips grazing her ear as he murmured, "My cherished Master, it has been an age. Has your delicate blossom yearned for your disciple’s substantial endowment?"

"You incorrigible rogue!" Yu Suxin spat, struggling to free her hand. "I have yet to settle accounts for your transgressions in Tianhai, and now you return to pester me? Absolutely not!"

Even as she resisted, her mind flickered back to the intense, exquisite pleasure of his prior embrace. Her face flushed a profound crimson.

"You did not resist me, Master. Were you not reveling in the experience that day? Yingying herself was present; she can attest to how fervently your delicate mouth clasped onto me."

Wang Yue's language was coarse, yet his grip was unyielding as he drew her voluptuous, alluring form against his own.

"Do not… what transpired previously was an error. And now I am your master! Wang Yue, I implore you, release me!" She writhed within his hold, her hands making weak, futile pushes against his chest.

"Precisely because you hold the position of my master, I ought to demonstrate the utmost reverence," he whispered, his voice laden with impish intent.

"My desire is to ensure your contentment of spirit—and an even greater bliss within your body." He began guiding her towards the expansive sofa positioned centrally within the room.

"You can’t! That time in the city was... excusable, in a way. But not today!" Deep down, her heart was already screaming yes, but the taboo of their new roles held her back. If she allowed him to touch her now, wouldn’t it be scandalous?

"Yingying told me to take good care of you," Wang Yue stated, his eyes gleaming with a wicked light as he positioned himself on the sofa and pulled her onto his lap.

"And I’m a man of my word. When I take care of someone, I ensure they are thoroughly satisfied in every possible way."

"No, no... I’m Yingying’s master! For her sake, I cannot let this happen. Please, don’t ruin her happiness!"

The mention of her disciple sparked a sudden surge of resistance within her. She genuinely did not want to betray the girl whom she loved as a daughter.

"Do you know what Yingying told me on the phone just now?" Wang Yue secured her hands behind her back with one hand.

With his other hand, he reached up, his palm encompassing one of her heavy, braless breasts through her delicate silk dress. He could feel her nipple hardening into a tight little bud beneath his touch.

"What did she say?" Yu Suxin inquired, her voice failing her. She was aware of Yingying’s stance—the girl had been attempting to orchestrate this for months.

The contact sent a jolt of electricity through her entire being. Ever since that afternoon in Tianhai, the "gate of desire" within her had been forcefully thrown open.

Her nights were spent replaying the sensations of him within her. The more she attempted to suppress it, the more the craving intensified.

Noticing her quickening breaths, Wang Yue understood her "protests" were merely a facade.

"She said... I should take care of you. She mentioned she wants you to discover ultimate happiness." He underscored his point by rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Ah! Be gentle... that hurts!" she gasped, yet she did not pull away. "She merely meant to look after me! We cannot do this. I don’t want to break her heart!"

"Why would she be sad? She’ll be thrilled," Wang Yue whispered, his hands exploring her soft, trembling form.

"Look, I have many women. I even have mother-daughter pairs. A master and disciple duo won’t alter anything between you and Yingying. If anything, it will forge a closer bond."

Upon hearing this, Yu Suxin finally became pliant. Her most significant psychological hurdle—the dread of hurting Yingying—had been eradicated.

As for the "master-disciple" taboo, she realized Wang Yue had merely desired the title for the thrill derived from the transgression.

Yu Suxin felt her defenses rapidly deteriorating. Wang Yue’s presence exerted a magnetic, almost enchanting pull on her.

Ever since he had claimed her body, she found herself unable to think of anyone else. She had spent weeks subtly extracting information about him from Yingying, her obsession escalating with every detail revealed.

"But... I’m your teacher. How could you possibly harbor such thoughts about me?" she whispered, enacting the role of the reluctant master for one final time.

In reality, she was desperate for him to ravage her, but her pride prevented her from openly admitting it. It was preferable this way—if he were to "force" the situation, her guilt would be easier to bear.