Urban Seduction: Housewives Club-Chapter 2130 - 451: Pain Isn’t the Point 2
But a new question surfaced: Why the hell was the Kong family from the Capital gunning for the three families in Jinling? 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
Even if they had a beef with the Yang family, it didn’t make sense to go after these smaller clans that barely had any connection to them.
Since he couldn’t wrap his head around it, Wang Yue decided to drop it. He’d get his answers once he saw his second aunt. Besides, at Level 7 Mortal Shedding, he wasn’t far off from being strong enough to kick down the Yang family’s front door anyway.
Setting that aside, there was the matter of the Zhang family’s loot.
Just as Wang Yue suspected, Zhang Lingtian hadn’t hidden the resources "somewhere else." He was carrying them the whole time.
However, his "shipping method" was a real eye-opener for Wang Yue and the others. The guy had stashed everything in a second spatial ring, sliced open his own stomach, and tucked the ring into the gaps between his internal organs.
Talk about being hardcore.
Lingtian might have been lacking in raw power, but in terms of being a cold-blooded sociopath, he was every bit his father’s son.
Now that the intel was in and the resources were secured, Wang Yue gave a casual wave of his hand and "humanely deleted" Zhang Lingtian from existence.
Aside from the fact that the guy was a devious, ruthless snake who would be a liability if left alive, Wang Yue had one more reason to end him: Zhang Hong had mentioned that this prick had been "scouting" the beauties of the three Jinling families.
Every one of those women was precious to Wang Yue. Some bottom-feeder looking to move in on his harem? Not on his watch.
The Zhang family had been building their hoard for nearly two hundred years, so their collection was staggering. If you piled it all up, it would fill a massive warehouse.
This one small ring, which couldn’t even fill a bedroom, held 70% of that total value. That tells you everything you need to know about the quality of the loot inside. We’re talking top-tier pills, weapons, armor, and rare materials—the absolute best the secular martial world had to offer.
Most of it was useless to Wang Yue personally, so he just picked out some rare ores and minerals. He figured he’d have Yan Fangfei forge some custom self-defense weapons for the girls back home.
As for Li Gang, the only things he could use were the high-grade healing pills.
The rest was a feast for Li Yingying, Zhang Hong, and Wu Li. Even though Li Yingying’s master was a Transcendence powerhouse, she’d been a fugitive for years and was basically broke. She could teach Yingying god-tier techniques, but she couldn’t provide the raw resources needed to fuel them.
With this haul, both Yingying and the rookie Wu Li were looking at a massive power spike.
Even Zhang Hong finally had a shot at breaking into the Mortal Shedding Realm. His talent was top-tier in the Zhang clan, but he’d been stuck at the 8th level of True Return because he simply didn’t have the "fuel" to push through.
After divvying up the spoils, Wang Yue headed back to spend time with Zhou Yifei and the twins. He had a gut feeling that the Zhang family business was about to wrap up.
Sure enough, that afternoon, Zhang Hong sent word: The Zhang Ancestor wanted a private sit-down with Wang Yue. To show he was serious, he told Wang Yue to pick the time and place.
With Wang Yue’s current power, he didn’t care if it was a trap. Even if the ancestors of all four great families in Tianhai jumped him at once, he was confident he could walk away—or kill them all.
The strongest among them was only at the early 6th level of Mortal Shedding. Combined with Wang Yue’s superior Qi purity, they weren’t even in the same league.
But since the old man was playing nice, Wang Yue didn’t feel like playing games. He had Zhang Hong send back a reply: Tomorrow morning, 9:00 AM. Thirty miles west of the Yangtze River Wharf.
By giving the location in advance and picking a wide-open wasteland, Wang Yue was intentionally giving the Zhang Ancestor an opening to set an ambush.
If the old man played it straight, they’d talk. If he brought backup, they’d have a hell of a fight in a place where no innocent bystanders would get hurt.
That night, in Zhou Yifei’s room.
Wang Yue was flat on his back while Zhou Yifei rode him, her sexy body rhythmically arching up and down. Her ivory-white ass hit his thighs with a heavy thud every time she sat down, savoring the way his massive cock ground against her walls and hammered into her cervix.
After days of this non-stop "nightly music," she was completely addicted. Just a standard internal friction wasn’t enough anymore; she craved that deep, womb-piercing sensation.
Wang Yue reached up, grabbing his aunt’s heavy breasts as they bounced with her movements. As he kneaded them, he said softly, "Auntie, I’m probably heading back tomorrow. You and the girls should come back to Jinling with me."
Zhou Yifei’s movements suddenly jerked to a halt.
These last few days had been a dream—sightseeing by day and being absolutely railed by night. It was the happiest she’d ever been.
But Wang Yue’s words just popped the bubble.
Even though she knew that back in Jinling, he’d still dote on her and her daughters just the same—and that she’d still get to enjoy this boundless physical ecstasy—it wouldn’t be the same. He wouldn’t belong to just her anymore.
Besides, she wasn’t mentally ready to move into the Su family estate. It wasn’t that she was scared; she just couldn’t let go of her inhibitions.
Deep down, she was a very traditional woman. Sure, she could totally let loose and even get aggressive when it was just her and Wang Yue, but the idea of sharing him with a crowd of other women? She couldn’t wrap her head around it yet.
Over the last few nights, while Wang Yue was busy railing her into euphoria, he’d been constantly whispering in her ear about the "joys" of a group scene. The more she heard, the more a part of her felt curious—but mostly, she just felt overwhelmed with shame.
She knew Wang Yue wouldn’t force her into anything she didn’t want. But she was the newcomer here; if she didn’t play well with others, she’d have a hell of a time fitting into that massive family.
After a long silence, Zhou Yifei finally spoke. "Maybe we should head back a bit later. This trip was supposed to be a training mission for the girls, but you completely derailed my plans. I should use the remaining time to actually get some training done."
Wang Yue knew she just needed some space to process everything. Plus, once he settled things with the Zhangs tomorrow, he could leave Zhang Hong and Li Gang to watch over them. There wouldn’t be any real danger.
He nodded. "Alright, whatever you want. Whenever you’re ready to come home, just say the word. The doors to the three families are always open for you."
"Mhm," she hummed, suddenly accelerating her pace. Her movements became even more violent than before.
Savoring the sensation of his cock being vacuum-sealed and milked by his aunt’s hungry little cunt, Wang Yue laughed. "Whoa, what’s the rush all of a sudden?"
"You’re leaving tomorrow. Your aunt has to get her money’s worth tonight," she panted, her words coming out in a blur. "And I need to boost my cultivation as much as possible to protect my daughters."
She knew that after tomorrow, she’d be going through a "dry spell" without that massive cock. Naturally, she wanted to gorge herself while she still had the chance.
Wang Yue let out a boisterous laugh. "Well then, as your devoted nephew, I guess I’ll have to give it my all and serve my auntie well tonight!"
With that, he flipped her over, taking the lead. He pinned Yifei beneath him and began to pile-drive her with reckless abandon.
At the same time, a thought crossed his mind: The two little lollies shouldn’t have to rely only on you. They need to be able to protect themselves, too.
The Martial Arts Hotel was top-of-the-line, and the soundproofing was usually industrial grade. Normally, no matter how much noise they made in the master suite, not a whisper would make it to the outer rooms.
But tonight, Wang Yue was feeling a little mischievous.
