Starting with a Family System to Become an Immortal Official-Chapter 50: Two Sides of Icy Aunties

Fenghuang Peak.

There is the Peak Master Hall.

A huge structure of scarlet jade and golden beams.

Deep within its innermost hall, Song Yan sat slumped upon her ornate phoenix throne.

It was for prestigious occasions.

Now it served as a drunken perch.

Empty jade wine bottles rolled across the polished floor like fallen soldiers.

Shattered flasks glittered in the corners where they had been hurled.

The air reeked of peach blossom wine so strong it could knock out a Core Formation cultivator.

Song Yan’s usually impeccable crimson robes were very untidy.

One sleeve slipped off a snow-white shoulder.

Her miniature golden hair crown sat crooked as strands of silken white hair escaped to shape a face that was still breathtakingly beautiful even when she looked like a drunk waste you’d find on the roadside.

She raised another full cup to her lips and drained it in one savage gulp.

"Get out!"

She suddenly roared as two trembling maidservants tried to approach with fresh tea.

"All of you—OUT!"

The servants fled like startled cranes.

From behind a pillar near the entrance, Gu Jiayue watched with folded arms as her hidden ample chest rose and fell in a quiet sigh.

The closest disciple to Song Yan.

Even she knew better than to try her luck.

Song Yan had been acting like this ever since her recent trip to the Lower Heaven Realms.

Patriarch Song had always been soft on his sweet daughter and rarely scolded her.

However...

Heavenly General Song Yuhua was nothing like that.

He was a strict war god with a hard personality.

He bluntly told his junior sister that Li Qingmu needed to take the Immortal Official examinations as soon as possible and pass them. Only then would he be eligible to participate in the Venerable Lord’s Trial by Fire in the Central Heartland.

He also explained that many powerful and prestigious families in the Lower Heaven Realms were already choosing talented people in the Mortal Realm. These people would later become important political figureheads for them after ascending to the Lower Heaven Realms.

In the Song family’s eyes, Li Qingmu was the perfect and only choice.

Outstanding talent and a shameless nature.

Song Yan tried to explain that she was no longer on speaking terms with Li Qingmu.

Song Yuhua cut her off and warned her not to mix her personal love problems into this. She tried again to explain that it had nothing to do with love at all, but Song Yuhua threatened to smack her if she denied it one more time.

Normally, she’d have shouted back at him.

But her father shook his head and she swallowed her anger and accepted the disrespect calmly.

『This is all that bastard’s fault!』

Song Yan hurled the empty cup against the far wall.

It exploded into glittering dust.

"A grand elder of the Golden Sun Pavilion... daughter of the Song Heavenly Clan has now been reduced to this because of one ungrateful little brat!"

She poured another cup with shaking hands.

"I, Song Yan, whose eyes can pierce fate and see hidden dragons among mortals... I lifted him up! I gave him resources, status, protection! And what does he do? Ignores me for nearly two years!"

She downed the wine like it was water.

Her throat worked elegantly even in rage.

"Does he think I can’t punish him? Hmph! One word from me and the entire Lower Heaven Realms would crush him like an ant! My brother alone could turn him into ash with a wave of his spear!"

Her fingers clenched the armrest.

"But nooo... Father says be patient. Yuhua-ge says ’don’t bring your love matters into family business.’ Love matters!? As if I’d fall for that child—"

She cut herself off with a growl as she quickly refilled the cup yet again.

"I don’t need him."

She wiped wine from the corner of her perfect lips with the back of her hand.

"I don’t care anymore. Let him rot in the Mortal Realm with his little peaks and his little wives. I, Song Yan, have survived a thousand years without Li Qingmu and I’ll survive a thousand more."

A hidden Gu Jiayue clicked her tongue.

"So it’s him again."

She felt irritated.

"That man really is a curse."

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Meanwhile on Fragrant Flower Peak!

Madam Chen’s chambers.

The pretty elder stood guard outside.

When Li Qingmu’s tall figure appeared she felt her face light up with relief.

"Junior Brother Li! You came on time."

He ignored her and walked inside.

Madam Chen stood in the center of the chamber in a thin silk nightdress of pale blue.

The fabric clung to her matured, overflowing figure.

Her breasts had swollen to obscene proportions from her rampaging constitution.

So heavy, so perky, that the front of the nightdress hung forward instead of down.

Her fat and succulent nipples poked visibly through the silk like ripe purple grapes that twitched faintly with every anxious breath.

She clasped her hands demurely in front of her crotch as she averted her soft eyes.

"Is this... acceptable?"

Li Qingmu shook his head.

"Your sense of style is truly hopeless."

He held his face in his palm.

"At least you’ve started wearing those stylish panties I picked for you, yes—but this?"

He gestured at the modest dress.

"It’s undesirable."

Madam Chen’s ears turned pink.

She lowered her head further.

"Forgive this old woman... I’ve spent my life dressing decently to set an example for my daughters. I truly don’t know how to... look sexy."

Li Qingmu stepped closer.

He reached out and gently grasped her tiny chin then tilted her face up to meet his eyes.

"You’re also a mother having a secret affair with a man young enough to court your daughter."

His thumb brushed her lower lip.

"That deserves a little indecency, don’t you think?"

She hid her tomato-red face.

"I... I’m sorry."

He pulled her chin higher.

"Don’t be."

Then he kissed her.

A wet, sloppy kiss with no restraint.

His tongue invaded her mouth like he owned it.

Madam Chen kissed back with closed lips.

So timid.

Her movements were stiff and proper.

She is a lady even in sin.

Li Qingmu broke the kiss just long enough to deliver a sharp spank to her plush rear.

She gasped and stumbled forward into his chest.

"Kiss me the way I taught you."

She tried again, tongue darting out shyly.

But still too neat. Not a drop of sloppy passion.

He sighed against her lips.

Smack!

The silk-clad cheek jiggled under his palm.

Madam Chen whimpered in pain.

He held her face back by the chin to admire the sight.

Tears threatening to spill.

Her elegant lips smeared with his saliva.

Her eternally youthful, baby-smooth face.

"I’m doing it the way you taught me..."

"No. You’re not."

She didn’t argue.

She nodded like a gentle, passive soul.

This is what you expect from an old lady like her.

"I’ll guide you."

His fingers massaged her delicate chin.

"Gather saliva in your mouth."

Madam Chen obeyed.

Her small, petal-like lips pursed cutely as she worked her tongue while her cheeks hollowed slightly. It looked almost funny—how hard this refined, centuries-old beauty was trying to do something so lewd.

"Good. Now stick your tongue out."

Her shiny, pink tongue peaked out.

"Wrap one arm around my waist. And make sure to grab me down there."

Tongue still out, she hesitated.

"B-, But—"

"No buts. Don’t hesitate."

She nodded again then slid one arm around him while her free hand slipped beneath his robes. The moment her soft fingers closed around the thick, throbbing snake hidden there she nearly let go in shock.

『So big...』

She thought dizzily.

『My late husband was... adequate. But this... do men come in different sizes?』

Her hand couldn’t contain his shaft.

『Is Li Qingmu... superior in this way too?』

Just holding him made her mouth water harder.

Her stomach fluttered.

She mumbled around her extended tongue.

"I... I’m feeling it again. The urge to get very, very pregnant... I think we should stop. I can almost feel my belly swelling already..."

Li Qingmu chuckled.

"Control yourself for now, Madam."

She nodded meekly.

Then they kissed again.

This time it was messy from the start.

She massaged his thing with confidence.

She also kissed him well and drank his saliva while he drank her hot one too.

Her breathing turned hot and ragged against his face.

The longer they kissed, the more lost she became.

Her huge breasts pressed against his chest.

Pssht!

A warm spray of milk burst through the silk to splatter lightly across both their chests.

Madam Chen’s knees buckled.

Pleasure from the sudden release nearly sent her to the floor like an exhausted cow.

Li Qingmu caught her firmly.

"Gotcha!"

One strong arm around her waist.

She clutched her overflowing breasts with both arms.

"How much lifespan did you lose this week?"

He wiped a bead of milk from her collarbone.

"Almost half a jiazi..."

Her voice is small and dismissive.

"But... my Nascent Soul realm can keep up."

Li Qingmu stepped back and brought his crotch level with her face.

When she tried to rise, his hands settled firmly on her shoulders to press her down.

"Yuxuan..."

This is the first time he’s called her like that.

"Are you truly willing to do anything to be free of this constitution’s chains?"

She stared at the floor in shame.

"If I weren’t... I wouldn’t be on my knees in secret with a young man I feel nothing romantic for."

"Ouch. Straight to the heart."

He smirked.

His hands stayed firm on her shoulders.

"Have you ever seen a man’s penis before?"

She shook her head, mortified.

"They use it to pee..."

She licked some of her milk off her mouth.

"Why would I want to see that?"

Li Qingmu almost laughed.

This woman was truly, adorably sheltered.