Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple! - Chapter 158: Deceiving Everyone, Even Haotian

My name is Fang Fan, a fifteen-year-old, introverted third-year middle school student in Rongcheng. My unremarkable life is overshadowed by my mother, Su Zihan—a stunning, ambitious woman in her mid-thirties who has risen to become the city’s deputy mayor. Admired and desired by many, my mother’s beauty and authority make her the center of attention wherever she goes.As I come of age, I am unwillingly drawn into this world, experiencing jealousy, shame, and a growing, illicit attraction to my mother. The boundaries between mother and son blur as our lives spiral into an intense, erotic struggle for control, affection, and identity. Our story is one of psychological torment and sexual awakening, exploring the darkest corners of desire, family, and power.NTR, Netorare, Netori, Adultery, Group Sex, BDSM, Humiliation, Sex Slave, Sex Toys, Incest, MTR, Married, Cheating Mother, Seduction, Objectification, Infidelity

At long last, Fu Zhi, the mysterious heiress who had developed countless technologies was given two guardians by the country! Initially, the Lu Brothers shut her out when she joined the Lu Family. However, after spending some time with her, they began to warm up to her and took turns showing their brotherly love for her by throwing money at her.

Celestial Martial Continent, where powerful individuals gather like clouds, and sects are found everywhere.The anger of a strong individual can burn the heavens and boil the seas, overturn the skies with a wave of their hand, and change the sun and moon with a flick of their finger.Huaxia Martial Arts Grandmaster Chu Ming, equipped with the Sword God System, unexpectedly arrives in this world. He becomes an outer disciple of the Cyan Yang Sect, possessing extraordinary comprehension, photographic memory, and the ability to traverse the Violet Micro universe, dominate starry rivers, and conquer the myriad realms across heavens.

What is love after all, and where does it come from?I can't quite understand it. Perhaps love is just a colorful butterfly, beautiful to look at but forever out of reach.If you try to hold onto it tightly, it will struggle, and in that struggle, it will rub off all its colors and become pale.