No matter how much she claimed not to care, a woman who had spent half her life as a virtuous wife and mother couldnât just flip a switch on her primal modesty.
Up close, the age gap hit Zhuang Wenxian like a freight train. Wang Yue was so youngâmaybe only a year or two older than her own daughter. In any other context, she was old enough to be his mother.
Zhuang Wenxian wasnât into the "shota" thing, but just as older men have a thing for young girls, facing a boy who could be her son left her feeling a bizarre mix of awkwardness and a very specific kind of thrill.
Doing something this taboo for the first time in her straight-laced life triggered a massive surge of "guilty pleasure" adrenaline. The way she looked at Wang Yue started to shift.
Wang Yue had seen that look a thousand times; he didnât let it go to his head. He just kept it chill: "Letâs talk for a minute first."
"Okay," she nodded.
Then came the awkward silence. Theyâd met exactly once beforeâthey were basically strangers. Jumping straight into the most intimate act possible made finding small talk feel like pulling teeth.
"Ahem, look, youâre older than me, so Iâll just call you Sister Xian," Wang Yue said, breaking the ice. He had three hundred more women waiting in line; he couldnât spend all day on the preamble.
"No, no!" Zhuang Wenxian waved her hands frantically. "Grand Leader, just call me by my name. I donât deserve to be called âSisterâ by someone like you."
"Itâs just a name, donât sweat it," Wang Yue smirked. "Letâs get realâare you 100% sure you want to go through with this dual-cultivation?"
Her face turned a deep shade of crimson as she gave a small, jerky nod. "Yes."
"And whatâs the catch? What do you want out of this? You can be honest. Even if you back out right now, Iâm not going to force you," Wang Yue said. He was confident, but he wasnât delusional enough to think she was doing this just for his charming personality.
"I want power," she said, her voice suddenly steady and fierce. "The power to wipe out more pirates. The power to protect my daughter!"
Women are soft, but mothers are made of steel, Wang Yue thought. He smiled. "Youâre a good mom. Reminds me of mine."
"You flatter me, Grand Leader," she said politely, though a thought crossed her mind: Does this guy have a mommy complex? Is that why heâs into "mature" women like me?
She couldnât help the suspicion. Since Hong Ling and the others had recruited everyone separately, she didnât realize there were three hundred other volunteers. She thought it was just her. (And to be fair, she wasnât wrongâWang Yueâs mommy complex was legendary.)
"Iâll give you the power. I canât say exactly how much, but itâll be more than enough for pirate-hunting. As for your daughter, you can keep her with you or send her to a city for a normal life. Itâs your call." As he spoke, Wang Yue started letting his Qi flow.
Heâd realized that "spitting game" wasnât his strong suit. With a stranger like her, the conversation was only getting more cringey. Better to just get to work and let the Qi do the talking. "Familiarity through friction" was more his speed.
This time, he didnât use the "gentle touch" he used with his relatives. He dialed the Qi intensity up to eleven.
In an instant, Zhuang Wenxianâs composure evaporated. Her breathing hitched, her face flushed, and her eyes went glassy.
The sudden spike in lust hit her harder than it had hit the four leaders earlier. Even through the haze, she gasped out, "The girl stays with me. Iâll look after her myself."
She wasnât about to leave the sub yet, and she sure as hell didnât trust this "Grand Leader" to babysit. He was a lifesaver, sure, but he was also clearly a horn-dog.
"Fine by me," Wang Yue said, reaching out to unbutton her clothes.
Zhuang Wenxian didnât hesitate. She reached for his belt, her movements driven almost entirely by the Qi-fueled desire coursing through her. Moments later, they were both bare.
Wang Yue took her in and nodded. For a "normie," she had kept herself in incredible shape. Gorgeous face, and her body was top-tier.
Her breasts were full and defiant, and while her waist wasnât as snatched as the martial artists he usually handled, she had a "thicc" elegance to her. Curvy hips, sturdy thighsâshe was pure "mami" energy.
Zhuang Wenxian, however, was staring at Wang Yueâs massive, throbbing erection in total shock.
Usually, a woman in her state would be thrilled to see a piece of hardware like that. But Zhuang Wenxian? She was terrified.
As a "virtuous wife" who had never even seen a porno, sheâd never seen anything that size. It was easily double what she thought was humanly possible.
If he puts that in me, Iâm going to snap in half, she thought. For a second, she wondered if the whole "dual-cultivation" thing was just a cover because he couldnât find anyone else willing to take on a monster like that.
Wang Yue had no clue she was having a crisis. Seeing her eyes glued to his junk, he figured she was just a fan. He pinned her to the bed, spread her legs, and pressed the head of his shaft against her soaking-wet folds.
"Donât just stare at it," he teased. "Taste it."
Before she could protest, he began a slow, steady push inward.
Zhuang Wenxian panicked, convinced she was about to die on that bed. But as a regular human, she didnât have the strength to fight back. She just shut her eyes and prayed that the Grand Leader would at least be a "nice guy" and take care of her daughter after he accidentally killed her.
"Start running the technique the leaders taught you," Wang Yueâs voice cut through her "dying" thoughts.
She snapped back to reality and realized she felt... full. Incredibly full. But the "tearing-in-half" pain sheâd expected? It wasnât there. It was just a massive amount of pressure, andâstrangely enoughâit felt amazing.
Wait, is it even in yet? she wondered. She glanced down at their junction and saw that he was already more than halfway in. Her body was stretched to the limit, but she was holding together just fine.