Urban Seduction: Housewives Club-Chapter 2139 - 460: A Ridiculous Idea 3

Zhou Yifei found herself in a bit of a daze, reflexively touching herself where she, just like her two daughters, was still swollen from the previous night’s pounding.

Meanwhile, Wang Yue was hauling ass through the water. Moving at a speed that wasn’t much slower than his pace on land, he covered hundreds of miles in one go until he finally spotted a massive shadow looming in the depths ahead.

He swam fast to the underside of the submarine and pinged Hong Ling and the girls. A small hatch in the belly of the sub hissed open immediately.

Once Wang Yue slipped into the airlock, the outer door sealed shut, locking out the river water, and the inner hatch above him swung open.

Wang Yue vaulted out of the little "puddle" and was immediately met by the four women—Hong Ling, Lu Bo, Zi Yun, and Bai Yan—all looking at him with pure excitement written all over their faces.

"Young Master Wang!" Bai Yan was the most aggressive. Using her superior agility, she was the first to lunge forward, throwing herself into his arms.

Wang Yue caught her easily. She had a petite frame, which perfectly stroked his alpha-male ego, considering his own body wasn’t even fully developed yet.

"You’ve all worked hard while I was away, sisters," Wang Yue said, holding Bai Yan while his gaze swept over the beautiful faces of the other three. He smirked. "So, tell me—what kind of reward are we looking at?"

"Is that even a question? The only reward we want is that massive cock of yours!" Bai Yan chirped. She wrapped her legs around his waist and reached down behind her own ass, expertly undoing his pants to unleash the beast.

The eyes of the other three girls locked onto his shaft instantly. Their breathing turned heavy.

Fucking Wang Yue was the ultimate peak for any woman, but it was a double-edged sword: once you’ve had it, your libido goes through the roof.

If they went too long without a fix, they felt like they were going through withdrawal.

Even the most "proper" woman wasn’t immune. That cock of his was basically a high-grade "slut-maker."

Of course, they were sluts only for him. To the rest of the world, they remained the untouchable elite—cold goddesses and dignified ladies.

As the eldest, Hong Ling tried to keep some semblance of order. "This is the lower gangway," she reminded them. "Let’s at least get back to the living quarters first."

Bai Yan wasn’t listening. To welcome Wang Yue, she had dressed up in a tiny miniskirt today, which meant she didn’t even have to take her clothes off.

She just pushed her panties to the side and slammed her hips down, swallowing his rock-hard length into a pussy that had been soaking wet since she got his message yesterday.

Wang Yue knew they were starving for it, so he didn’t stop her "dine and dash" approach. He cupped her ass and started walking down the hallway with Hong Ling and the others.

With every step he took, his cock slid in and out of Bai Yan’s tight little hole, and every now and then he’d give a deliberate, heavy thrust that had the petite beauty beaming with pleasure.

By the time they reached their quarters, they hadn’t run into a single soul—the girls had clearly cleared the deck to make sure they weren’t interrupted.

Since the four of them lived together, their room was huge, and the bed was even bigger. Perfect for a total blowout.

And so, a one-versus-four war erupted.

Five hours later, the room finally went quiet.

Four distinct, sexy beauties were sprawled out across the bed like discarded dolls, too exhausted to even sit up.

Still, they huddled close to Wang Yue. Bai Yan and Zi Yun were draped over his legs, each with a small hand tightly gripping the cock that had been punishing them for the last five hours, unwilling to let go.

Wang Yue lay back, arms around Hong Ling and Lu Bo as they snuggled against his chest. As he stroked their silky skin and full breasts, he got down to business. "So, what’s the harvest looking like lately?"

"The number of women willing to join us has grown. We’re up to nine hundred now," Bai Yan reported, still playing with his never-ending erection. Since she was the data specialist, she had the numbers ready.

"Their morale is high because they all hate the pirates. We’ve been hitting them hard—wiped out seventeen small pirate crews and hauled in a lot of supplies. But since our actual combat power is limited, we haven’t touched the medium or large organizations. We’re missing out on the high-end loot."

Wang Yue nodded. He got it. Only the four of them were actual cultivators. Even if they were in the Tianyuan Realm, four people just weren’t enough.

The sub was a beast after the upgrades, but the big pirate crews had modern heavy weaponry and their own muscle.

If they couldn’t just steamroll the enemy with the sub, Hong Ling and the girls would have to board, leaving fifteen hundred defenseless women vulnerable if the pirates managed to sneak a boarding party of their own.

"The nine hundred sisters are training now, and we have enough resources from the raids," Bai Yan continued. "But realistically, we won’t see real results until at least next year, and even then, it won’t be much."

Wang Yue nodded again. Cultivation takes time. Even with all the resources in the world, six months only gets a regular person to the Body Refining stage. Most wouldn’t even make it that far.

That was where his "ridiculous" idea came in. It was so out there that he actually wasn’t sure how to bring it up.

But then Hong Ling spoke up. "Young Master, we had an idea. I’m not sure if it’s overstepping..."

Wang Yue gave her breast a playful squeeze. "You’re my women. We’re basically family. There’s no such thing as overstepping—spit it out."

The girls traded looks before Hong Ling finally said it. "We were wondering... could we use your dual-cultivation technique to boost a group of the women? We could build a real strike force that way."

The four of them looked down, feeling a bit guilty. They felt like they were essentially asking Wang Yue to be a stud horse.

Even though the women on the sub were all attractive, they weren’t on the same level as the top-tier beauties Wang Yue usually kept around.

It was like asking a guy who eats wagyu every day to eat a hundred burgers just to get the calories. They were worried he’d be disgusted.

Little did they know, their plan was a perfect match for his own crazy idea.

Wang Yue had already been thinking about mass-cultivating with the women on the sub. The only difference was his motive: he wasn’t just doing it for the sub’s defense—he wanted to power-level his own cultivation. He needed the strength to raid the Yang family.

Knowing that his mother and his second aunt might be "pussy-synced," every second he waited felt like a knife in his gut.

Everything had been fine for years, but what if? What if they were only out of sync because of the distance? If the Second Aunt came home and her husband got busy with her... Wang Yue would be the one getting screwed over.

As for the women on the ship—if this were normal life, Wang Yue wouldn’t even consider it. He wasn’t a monster. But these women had already decided to live their lives under the waves, fighting pirates. They had already accepted they’d never go back to land, which meant no love life, no husbands—nothing but a lifetime of celibacy.

To be blunt, they were destined to be "old maids." Dual-cultivating with Wang Yue wasn’t an insult; it was a massive upgrade. It gave them a piece of the world’s greatest pleasure and boosted their power at the same time. It was the definition of a win-win.