Urban Seduction: Housewives Club-Chapter 2140 - 461: A Ridiculous Idea 4

In front of his own women, Wang Yue didn’t feel the need to play coy. He leveled with them immediately, "To be honest, I was thinking the exact same thing. I just wasn’t sure if they’d be down for it."

Hearing that, the four of them lit up, trading their worries for grins. Zi Yun laughed, "Oh, don’t you worry about that. We’ve already had one-on-ones with every single one of them. As of right now, three hundred and twenty-two sisters have signed onto the plan. We even started teaching them the dual-cultivation basics already."

Wang Yue blinked, genuinely stunned. He hadn’t expected them to be this prepared—they’d already done all the legwork and handled the recruitment.

And three hundred and twenty-two? That was way more than he’d hoped for. He figured if they could talk forty or fifty girls into it, they’d be doing great.

With the primordial Yin energy from that many women, he could hit the peak of the Mortal Shedding Realm easily—hell, pushing straight into the Transcendence Realm was actually on the table now.

This wasn’t just a win; it was a massive power-up dropped right into his lap.

"You girls really hit a home run this time," Wang Yue said, beaming. "Tell me what you want for a reward. If it’s humanly possible, it’s yours."

The four women shared another look before speaking up. "We don’t need a reward. Just... come see us more often, okay?"

"Count on it. I’m not about to leave you hanging," Wang Yue promised. "Also, keep an eye out. Pick some women with solid character and real talent. Train them up to take over your roles here so you can get back to my aunt’s side."

That hit them right in the feels. Even though they were running a crew of fifteen hundred and living large on the sub, they were used to the high-stakes adventures they’d shared with Su Mengqing. Being away from their captain for this long had them aching with homesickness.

Plus, life on a submarine is boring as hell if you don’t have a burning vendetta to keep you occupied like the new recruits did.

"In that case, I’ll go get things moving," Hong Ling said, forcing her jelly-like legs to cooperate as she sat up.

Wang Yue nodded. Three hundred-plus women—even at thirty minutes a pop—was going to take a solid six or seven days to wrap up.

Back home, his mom was waiting for them to finally become a "real" couple, and he was dying to get back to her.

If it weren’t for the fact that this power boost was too good to pass up, he’d have hauled ass back to Jinling already.

He decided to hold off on teaching the Su Nu Gong (Plain Maiden Technique) to the recruits for now. It was a Mid-Grade Heaven-Tier manual—heavy stuff that wasn’t exactly "Beginner 101."

These women didn’t have a foundation yet, so trying to teach them now would be like teaching calculus to toddlers. He’d teach Hong Ling’s crew first and let them handle the trickle-down training.

Still, it gave him an idea.

While Hong Ling was out making arrangements, he used his communicator’s scanner to copy every word of the manual Li Yingying had given him. He blasted a digital copy to all his women, with a special note to his mom: Make sure you’ve got this mastered before I get home.

When the time came, the combination of their emotional fire and the double-cultivation boost would make his mom’s first real time the ultimate experience.

Even though he’d been in Tianhai, he hadn’t spent a single day without talking to her.

But talk is cheap; the more they shared their hearts, the more they craved the physical stuff.

They’d even tried "video sex" to take the edge off, but Su Mengyang’s slender fingers were no match for her son’s massive equipment. It was like trying to scratch an itch through a winter coat—it just made the frustration worse.

After one try, she’d shut that down, choosing to wait for him to return to the "first home" that had once carried him.

Just as he finished the message, his comm chirped.

It was from Zhang Hong. Li Yingying had been picked up by her Master, and he’d officially taken the reins of the Zhang family.

With the Ancestor backing him and his own solid reputation among the branch families, the transition was smooth sailing.

Attached to the message was a scan of the Zhang family’s crown jewel: the Peak-Grade Earth-Tier technique, Heaven-Shaking Palm.

With that, his Tianhai trip was a total sweep. His haul: one Low-Grade Heaven-Tier leg technique, one Peak-Grade Earth-Tier blade style, one Peak-Grade Earth-Tier palm style, control over one of the Four Great Families, one sexy-as-hell lawyer aunt, a pair of innocent twin cousins, and one drop-dead gorgeous Transcendence Realm powerhouse.

However, looking at the Heaven-Shaking Palm he’d been hyped for, he realized it wasn’t really his style. The name fit—it was powerful and grand—but it was slow.

Wang Yue didn’t need more raw power; his "Category 8 Hurricane" was already compressed down to a 0.05-second charge time with a 256x power multiplier.

That was arguably stronger than some Heaven-Tier stuff. But like he always said: it doesn’t matter how hard you hit if you can’t land the punch.

Against weaker opponents, he didn’t need it; against the big dogs, they were too fast to get hit by a slow wind-up.

He sighed. He needed to shrink that charge time even further, but as his Qi got purer, further compression was becoming a nightmare. Luckily, a massive shortcut was standing right outside his door.

Hong Ling didn’t waste time. A few minutes later, the first woman arrived.

When Wang Yue saw her, he did a double-take. He’d saved a lot of women from those pirates, and while they were all beauties, most of them blurred together.

But he remembered Zhuang Wenxian. She was the very first one who’d stood up and said she was staying to fight.

Back then, she’d struck him as the classic "girl next door" type—gentle, soft-spoken, the kind of woman meant for a quiet life.

Seeing her now, that gentleness was still there in her bones, but it was tempered by a new, steely resolve. It was a weird mix of vibes that somehow worked, giving her this unique, "mama-bear-with-a-mission" charisma.

What shocked him was that she was the first one through the door for this, too.

Usually, a "traditional" woman like her is all about loyalty and playing it safe. They don’t like change and they definitely don’t "swing."

And "boss-babes"?

They usually want to do it all on their own, not lean on a guy. But the blend of those two traits in Zhuang Wenxian was like a 1+1=3 situation. It was magnetic.

"Come on in, have a seat," Wang Yue said, gesturing to a chair.

He was actually feeling a little awkward. This was the first time he was doing this with someone who wasn’t already "in the inner circle."

The session with the maid-sisters didn’t count—he’d been a human vibrator with a blindfold on for that. Facing her now, he felt the tension.

Zhuang Wenxian felt it too. Even though she’d been prepped by Hong Ling, reality is a different beast than theory.

She wasn’t holding onto any guilt over her late husband—the "old" Zhuang Wenxian died when her family was slaughtered. Now she had two goals: see her daughter grow up safe, and kill every pirate she could find.

She’d realized early on that while hitting small crews was easy, they were dead weight when it came to the big fleets. If it weren’t for the fifteen hundred "civilians" holding them back, the four leaders could have done way more damage.

When Lu Bo told her there was a way to become a warrior and get strong fast—provided she gave herself to the Young Master—she didn’t hesitate.

They all owed Wang Yue their lives anyway. If he’d just asked for a hookup, half the ship would’ve probably said yes out of gratitude. But the way the leaders presented it as a "plan" felt a bit like joining a cult—which is why only three hundred-odd women signed up.

Zhuang Wenxian didn’t care if it was a cult. She didn’t even care about her own body anymore. She only cared about her daughter’s future and her own revenge.

That’s why she was first in line.