"I... no!" Moral constraints made Chen Rong, whose gentle nature rarely allowed her to refuse others, utter a struggle of resistance.
"Of course you won't open the door for me?" Wang Yue asked.
"No!" Chen Rong continued to resist, but her tone immediately softened as she pleaded, "Yue'er, Auntie begs you. We can't go on like this. If you really want to, you should go find your Yan's mom. She loves it so much—you should spend more time with her."
"I just came from Mom Yan's place. If I slink back there now, wouldn't that be embarrassing?" Wang Yue chuckled. "So, dear Auntie, please open the door for me. If you let me in, I'll give you the best gift in the world. How about it?"
What could be the best gift in the world?
Chen Rong's curiosity flared, but reason ultimately prevailed. She refused, "I don't want any gifts. You should go back."
"Alright." Wang Yue sighed. "If you won't open the door, I'll have to go find Sister Xin and Sister Yue."
"What are you planning to do?" Chen Rong's heart skipped a beat. Could this little rascal be planning to harm her two daughters?
If that were the case, no matter how timid she was, Chen Rong was prepared to fight Wang Yue to the death.
Women are gentle by nature, but become fierce when they become mothers!
Wang Yue chuckled. "Of course, I'll show them something special. Let them discover their mother's hidden side."
Hearing Wang Yue wasn't targeting his own daughters, Chen Rong's newly summoned courage deflated instantly, replaced by overwhelming worry and dread.
Xue Yan had recorded her climaxing beneath Wang Yue last night. If that brat really showed that footage to Wang Xin and Wang Yue, how could she ever show her face again?
"You... you're bullying me!" Chen Rong desperately wanted to curse Wang Yue out, but having lived a life of weakness, she simply couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, the words that came out, trembling with tears, were this pitiful plea.
The outcome of this accusation was predictable—it worked like the legendary "criminal's excitement punch," striking exactly where it hurt most.
"Yeah, I'm not just bullying you—I'm going to fuck you soon. Otherwise, I'll send the footage of you begging me to fuck you to Sister Xin, Sister Yue, and the whole family!" Wang Yue snarled.
Originally, he held nothing but respect for his aunt, who had doted on him since childhood. Even after fucking her last night, he still treated her with reverence.
But now, Wang Yue discovered that tormenting her was surprisingly entertaining, sparking a twisted sense of amusement.
Should she endure being fucked by him alone—or at most with Xue Yan knowing—or let him broadcast the scene, forcing his daughters and the entire family to witness him fucking her?
Which should she choose?
Though Chen Rong knew clearly that even if she refused, the likelihood of him actually doing it was extremely low.
Yet years of cultivated weakness and habitual compromise still led her to choose the first option. Tears streaming down her face, she said, "I... I'll open the door for you now."
Wang Yue smiled faintly, ended the call, and leapt into Chen Rong's small courtyard.
Just as he reached the doorway, Chen Rong opened the door from inside.
Sliding inside, Wang Yue casually locked the door behind him. His gaze immediately fell upon Chen Rong's stunningly beautiful face, now streaked with tears like pear blossoms in rain.
"Auntie, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. To make it up to you, I've decided to give you that incredible gift after all," Wang Yue said, as if coaxing a little girl.
"What is it?" Chen Rong lifted her tear-filled eyes to look at him, momentarily forgetting her tears—that darn curiosity!
"Come on, let's go to the bedroom. I'll show it to you." Wang Yue took hold of one of Chen Rong's delicate hands and led her toward her bedroom.
Chen Rong possessed the classic model's figure—slender yet tall at 5'8", slightly taller than Wang Yue.
When a man and woman stood together, even if they were the same height, the man would appear much shorter than the woman. This was especially true since Chen Rong towered over Wang Yue.
Add to that his boyish, almost childlike features, and to an outsider, they would look like an adult leading a child.
Yet this seemingly harmless child was quite the troublemaker—and possessed a cock that put most grown men to shame.
This was Wang Yue's first time entering Chen Rong's bedroom. To his surprise, the entire room was decorated in pink. The bedside tables, dresser, and surrounding surfaces were adorned with cute little dolls, creating a distinctly girlish atmosphere.
Seeing Wang Yue examining her bedroom, Chen Rong flushed slightly, though she quickly dismissed it.
After all, he'd already entered her body—what did discovering this minor, hardly secretive detail matter now?
Wang Yue hadn't expected his aunt, whose granddaughter was already a teenager, to harbor such a girlish heart.
But upon reflection, it didn't seem so strange after all. Everyone in the Wang family knew Chen Rong possessed an exceptionally strong curiosity—wasn't that also a form of youthful spirit?
"Auntie, are you ready? I'm about to give you a gift." Wang Yue turned to look at Chen Rong, only to find her beautiful eyes scanning him up and down, seemingly searching for where the gift might be hidden.
Suddenly, Wang Yue bent down and yanked his pants off. Since he wasn't wearing any underwear, his towering, menacing cock sprang free, standing proudly before Chen Rong's eyes.
"This is your gift. Do you like it, Auntie?" Wang Yue asked, pointing to his cock.
Chen Rong felt both flushed and utterly speechless.
But then Wang Yue declared triumphantly, "Mom Yan said it's the best treasure in the world for a woman. Auntie, now this treasure belongs to you too. Happy?"
The best treasure in the world? Perhaps it was.
Recalling the endless pleasure it had brought her last night, Chen Rong didn't deny the claim. Yet she refused to accept it.
For if she did, what kind of woman would she become?
As for last night, she'd merely been raped—it didn't count as betrayal!
Seeing Chen Rong's unmoved expression, Wang Yue frowned. Auntie seemed far trickier than Aunt Yan.
But...
Wang Yue's eyes darted about, and suddenly a brilliant idea struck him. "Auntie, how about we make a bet?"
Chen Rong was notoriously curious—no secret in the Wang household escaped her. Everyone loved teasing her with this tactic, and she almost always fell for it.
And betting? It was a surefire way to pique someone's curiosity.
Sure enough, Chen Rong immediately asked, "How do we bet? What's at stake?"
Wang Yue was certain that if not for the Wang family's strict upbringing and Chen Rong's inherently timid nature, she would undoubtedly become a full-fledged gambler.
With a sly chuckle, Wang Yue said, "Let's bet on whether you can make my cock go soft within half an hour. If you succeed, I'll never bother you again, and I'll delete all the footage."
"And if I lose?" Chen Rong asked.
Wang Yue replied, "If you lose, you won't have to pay anything. Just let me fuck you."
When she decided to open the door for Wang Yue, Chen Rong had already prepared herself to be fucked by him tonight. So even if she lost, it wouldn't feel like a loss.
But if she won...
Chen Rong nodded immediately. "Fine. I'll take the bet."
"Impressive!" Wang Yue praised, thrusting his cock forward. "Go ahead."
The thought of escaping her misery filled Chen Rong with sudden determination. She reached out with her right hand, gripped his thick cock firmly, and began stroking it.
"Sshhh~" The sensation of being tightly gripped by her beautiful aunt's soft, supple hand, moving back and forth, sent a wave of pleasure through Wang Yue, making him suck in a sharp breath.
Seeing his reaction, Chen Rong's confidence soared, and she stroked him with even greater fervor.
But as she continued, she suddenly clamped her legs together.
Holding Wang Yue's cock so tightly, the exquisite sensation of its firm yet supple texture, along with the heat radiating from it, deeply stimulated Chen Rong. She found herself unconsciously reliving the feeling of this massive member galloping inside her last night.
Soon, her lower body began to itch involuntarily, and wetness started to flow.
That itch that reached deep into her soul, coupled with an overwhelming sense of emptiness, made Chen Rong want to surrender immediately. She longed for his thick cock to ram hard into her pussy, fucking her until she was completely satisfied.
But to escape the threat of those images, she forced herself to resist this urge and continued jerking Wang Yue off with all her might.
Yet after nearly ten minutes of nonstop stroking, Wang Yue still showed no signs of climaxing.
This puzzled Chen Rong. Last night, he'd barely lasted inside Xue Yan's pussy or her own before ejaculating. Why was he so enduring today?
Could it be insufficient stimulation? After all, the sensation from a hand versus a pussy was vastly different.
Just as Chen Rong suspected, Wang Yue's stamina wasn't particularly strong. Every time he fucked Xue Yan to climax, her tight pussy sucked his cock, and her cervix clamped down hard on his glans, causing him to inevitably shoot his load.
His advantage lay in the fact that no matter how many times he came, he could get hard again immediately.
This advantage was far superior to mere endurance.
For men, while the process brings pleasure, the absolute peak is always those few seconds of ejaculation. Being able to cum repeatedly and stay hard nonstop naturally feels better than just thrusting without release.
For women, it's the same. Being filled with his seed inside her, especially during her own climax, delivers the most intense pleasure imaginable.
That said, even if Wang Yue's stamina wasn't exceptional, it certainly wasn't something a mere handjob could easily drain.
Seeing that a third of the half-hour had already passed without Wang Yue ejaculating even once, Chen Rong grew impatient. Then, a sudden idea struck her. She crouched down before him, parted her lips, and took him into her mouth.
Chen Rong had considered letting him fuck her outright—essentially using her pussy to milk him dry. That way, he'd cum faster, and she'd get pleasure too. But if she did that, what would be the point of her resistance?
Last night, she could still claim she'd been raped, not consented. But if she actively let him fuck her, the nature of things would change entirely.
So Chen Rong settled for the next best option: using her mouth.
The pleasure of his cockhead entering her aunt's soft, warm mouth sent waves of ecstasy through Wang Yue's body, accompanied by an indescribable mental satisfaction.
The so-called bet was one he was destined to win from the start. The very purpose of making it was precisely this outcome.
He could have simply demanded oral sex from his aunt, and given her submissive nature, refusal was virtually impossible.
But that wouldn't have been nearly as satisfying as her doing it willingly.
Wang Yue wasn't some pervert. Unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn't fuck a woman who wasn't into it.
That's why he made this bet with Chen Rong. This way, he didn't have to lift a finger. To win, Chen Rong would willingly try every trick to please him.
And after winning, she'd gladly let him fuck her. It was a win-win.
Unfortunately, though Chen Rong knew the basics of oral sex, her technique was even worse than Xue Yan's. She couldn't even fit the entire glans in her mouth, managing only to take half of it with her rosy lips. Her sucking lacked any skill, while both hands gripped his shaft, jerking it rapidly.
Still, for Wang Yue, it was more than enough that his aunt could manage this much. He decided to give Chen Rong a taste of victory, letting her glimpse hope of winning.
The stimulation from Chen Rong's soft hands and tender mouth was decent enough. Wang Yue couldn't hold back any longer. In less than a minute, he reached climax.
An experienced woman would have sensed the swelling of Wang Yue's glans in her mouth and immediately realized he was about to ejaculate.
But Chen Rong lacked such experience. She continued sucking diligently, oblivious, until Wang Yue's first burst of semen shot into her mouth.
Startled, Chen Rong jerked her head back, spitting out Wang Yue's cock.
But spitting it out only made matters worse. As she pulled away, his cock began jerking wildly from side to side, continuing to spurt. Wave after wave of thick, white semen sprayed all over her stunningly beautiful face.
"Mmm..." Chen Rong let out an intensely embarrassed moan, scrambling to her feet and dashing toward the bathroom. In her panic, she even resorted to using her lightness skills.
The sound of rushing water and Chen Rong's dry retching soon filled the bathroom, yet Wang Yue remained frozen in place, his mind still consumed by the image of his semen covering his aunt's exquisite face.
Facial!
He'd seen the term in his research materials, even looked at pictures of women covered in cum, but it hadn't stirred anything in him then—it had even felt somewhat repulsive.
Yet now, witnessing his beloved aunt, whom he'd admired since childhood, covered in his own ejaculate, he felt an inexplicable surge of excitement. So intense was it that despite having just ejaculated copiously, his cock hadn't even softened. Instead, it instantly returned to its peak state.
"So all that stuff in the materials about kinks was real after all!"
Originally, Wang Yue had dismissed those things as nonsense. But now, that door had finally swung wide open before him.
A moment later, Chen Rong returned to the bedroom and asked timidly, "Did I win?"
"How could you win? Look, it's still hard." Wang Yue pointed at his own cock.
"You're cheating!" Chen Rong pouted. "It definitely went soft just now, but it got hard again after a while."
"True, that is a bit unfair." Wang Yue pondered for a moment. "How about this? We stick to the original time limit. If you can make it go soft for one full minute, you win. Deal?"
Chen Rong thought this was perfect. Even if he was young and vigorous enough to get hard again after one or two shots, if she could make him cum multiple times within this half hour, she didn't believe he could get hard again so quickly.
Without another word, she immediately resumed attending to Wang Yue.
This time, she'd learned her lesson. Instead of wasting effort with futile hand movements, she squatted down and took Wang Yue's cock into her mouth.
After the previous attempt, Chen Rong had gained some experience and finally managed to take the entire glans into her mouth.
This unexpectedly gave her a peculiar sense of accomplishment, shifting her focus from merely wanting to make Wang Yue come to genuinely enjoying the process.
Wang Yue didn't disappoint Chen Rong. This time, after only about five minutes of her sucking and stroking, his glans swelled up again.
Having learned her lesson, Chen Rong hurriedly tried to pull away from the cock to avoid the impending explosion.
Unexpectedly, Wang Yue grabbed her head, pinning her in place, and said, " "Auntie, catch it with your mouth, and I'll give you ten more minutes!"
The hardest part is always the first time. Once you've done it once, no matter how many times follow, it becomes less daunting.
Chen Rong was no exception. Having already taken Wang Yue's release into her mouth once, when he made this request again, it didn't seem so terrible after all.
Besides, she'd been worried half an hour wouldn't be enough. So she obediently wrapped her lips around his cock again, sucking while stroking him with both hands.
"Oh..." Wang Yue groaned in pleasure, his body convulsing as thick streams of semen erupted, filling Chen Rong's mouth completely. The force of the jets was so strong that some shot straight down her throat, flowing into her stomach.
It was Chen Rong's first time doing something like this, and naturally, she felt a bit queasy. But for the sake of those ten minutes, she forced herself to hold back the urge to vomit until Wang Yue finished. Then she tried to get up to go to the bathroom to spit it out.
"Don't spit it out. Keep it in your mouth. Ten more minutes!" Wang Yueshuang watched his aunt's sensual lips filled with his thick, white semen, some of it even trickling down the corners of her mouth. The sight sent him into an uncontrollable frenzy of excitement.
After all, it was already inside her mouth. Whether she spat it out now or later made little difference. Plus, it meant ten more minutes of pleasure. Why not?
Reasoning this way with herself, Chen Rong followed Wang Yue's instructions. Instead of rushing to the bathroom to spit it out, she held the small pool of semen in her mouth.
Truthfully, the stuff wasn't that bad. It was just a bit salty and fishy. The nausea was mostly psychological—once you got past that, it wasn't so hard to handle.
Wang Yue, flushed with excitement, urged again, "Swallow it! Ten more minutes!"
Some had already slipped down her throat anyway, and they say this stuff is good for beauty and skin.
The "what the hell" mentality took hold once more, and Chen Rong swallowed the entire mouthful with a gulp.
Swallowing semen! Senior Che Guo truly didn't lie to me!
Watching this beauty swallow his own semen—especially since she was the aunt who'd watched him grow up—was an indescribable thrill.
Wang Yue's excitement made the veins on his forehead bulge. He thrust his hips forward, presenting his rock-hard cock to Chen Rong's lips and demanded, "Good auntie, keep going!"
Having gained a solid thirty minutes, Chen Rong, now certain of victory, worked with renewed vigor.
Using both hands and mouth, she worked him until he shot again in under ten minutes.
Perhaps out of habit, this time Chen Rong didn't wait for his permission. She simply caught every drop of his ejaculation in her mouth and swallowed it...
The hour passed quickly. Chen Rong finally realized she'd been wrong—terribly wrong.
This kid was inhuman. In that hour, she'd made him come seven times. Yet after each release, he didn't need even half a minute to harden again—let alone a full minute.
Several times, he never even softened.
And the volume each time was staggering. After six rounds, she'd swallowed enough to feel half-full—and she hadn't even eaten dinner.
She couldn't fathom how his body was built to produce such fluids at such a rapid pace.
"Okay, Auntie, time's up." Wang Yue chuckled as he pulled Chen Rong up. He gazed at her slightly swollen lips, reddened from sucking his cock for so long, and said, "You lose, so take off your clothes and lie down on the bed."
Chen Rong obediently stripped off her clothes and climbed onto the bed.
After playing with Wang Yue's cock for so long, her desire had already reached a fever pitch. Her tender pussy was soaking wet, and she desperately wanted Wang Yue to thrust his cock inside her right then and there.
Yet moral constraints had held her back from making such a decision.
Now, however, Wang Yue had given her the perfect excuse—the loser pays.
She had merely lost a bet; it wasn't voluntary. Just like yesterday when he'd raped her, this couldn't be considered betraying her husband.
Completely convinced herself, Chen Rong lay naked on the bed. She bent her knees, spreading her legs wide to form an M shape, fully exposing her already dripping wet pussy to Wang Yue.
Wang Yue climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her slender, graceful legs. He cupped her knees with both hands, thrusting his hips forward to rub his glans along her slippery slit. "So your pussy's already this wet, Auntie?" he teased. "Been waiting for your nephew to fuck you for ages, huh?"
Chen Rong kept her eyes closed, turning her face away, feigning an expression of "I'm not doing this willingly, I only lost a bet and had no choice but to let you fuck me."
Wang Yue smiled faintly, in no hurry to thrust inside. Instead, he gripped his cock with his right hand and pressed it against Chen Rong's pussy. First, he rubbed the tip of his glans against the small, swollen clit at the top of her tender slit. Then, he slid his cock along her pussy lips, stroking firmly from top to bottom.
The sensation made Chen Rong shudder, her sensual body involuntarily arching.
Her pussy was already thoroughly drenched in wetness, the flesh soft and tender. Wang Yue felt his cock glide against it, the sensation utterly exquisite.
Unable to resist, he lifted his cock and repeated the earlier motion.
This technique had a name: "Slicing the Clam to Extract the Pearl." It meant the man used his cock to part her pussy like slicing open a clam, letting the rough ridge of his glans grind across her entire tender slit. It was incredibly intense, something most women couldn't endure.
Though Chen Rong was a master at the Spirit Focus Realm, far from an ordinary woman, she couldn't withstand it either.
When Wang Yue "cut" her the first time, she still felt pleasure.
But by the second "cut," discomfort set in. She felt as if tiny insects were crawling inside her pussy, an unbearable itch.
As Wang Yue relentlessly rubbed his glans back and forth across her entire slit, the agonizing sensation of being teased by his cock—that unbearable itch that refused to be truly satisfied—nearly drove her mad. Instinctively, she tensed her legs, thrusting her little cunt upward again and again. Even if she couldn't swallow the rubbing cock, at least she could make the friction heavier, hoping to scratch that itch.
But each time she did, Wang Yue deliberately pulled away, denying her every attempt.
Chen Rong couldn't take it anymore. "Yue'er," she pleaded, "please, stop teasing me."
"How could your nephew dare to tease you?" Wang Yue replied with a smile. "I'm just hesitating."
"Hesitating about what?" Chen Rong demanded.
"I want to fuck your pussy, but I'm afraid you won't let me, so I've been struggling and wavering." Wang Yue continued his "pearl-seeking" while speaking.
"Don't hesitate anymore, Auntie agrees!" Chen Rong now only wanted Wang Yue's big cock inside her, to give her a satisfying release. Nothing else mattered.
But Wang Yue wouldn't let her off the hook. He grinned and asked, "What exactly did you agree to? Auntie, you need to be more specific. Your nephew doesn't quite understand."
"I agreed to let you fuck me!" Chen Rong was so flustered she was on the verge of tears. Finally, she uttered that word she considered so vulgar.
The moment the words left her mouth, Wang Yue thrust his hips forward. His cock slid deep into her pussy with a wet pop, the head slamming straight into her cervix.
"Ah—" Chen Rong let out a long cry, unable to tell if it was from pain or pleasure.
Even though this was her second time, her pussy still struggled to accommodate Wang Yue's massive cock. Being thrust all the way in like this caused a sharp, throbbing ache inside her.
But compared to the pain, the pleasure far outweighed it. That unbearable itch that had been gnawing at her insides vanished instantly, replaced by an indescribable wave of bliss. She desperately wished Wang Yue would start moving already, making her feel even better.
Yet Wang Yue remained still, his cock pressed firmly against her wetness. He whispered in her ear, "Auntie, I'll explain a qi cultivation technique. Remember it, and follow my lead when we practice."
He then explained the dual cultivation technique to her.
The dual cultivation method Wang Yue had devised wasn't overly complex. With him personally guiding her, Chen Rong—despite having no interest in learning any qi cultivation techniques at that moment—mastered it instantly and began coordinating her movements with his.
As soon as the dual cultivation technique began to flow, the pleasure they derived from fucking each other instantly doubled. Already unable to bear it, Chen Rong couldn't help but urge him again, "Yue'er, move faster, fuck me!"
With the dual cultivation technique now learned and flowing between them, it was time to enjoy.
Wang Yue immediately began thrusting, driving his cock deep into Chen Rong's pussy with rapid strokes.
Compared to Xue Yan, Chen Rong's pussy wasn't as plump and juicy, but it was tighter, gripping Wang Yue's cock more firmly.
Each had her own unique appeal, both incredibly satisfying to fuck.
To fully conquer his aunt, Wang Yue launched his most intense assault from the start. His massive cock plunged in and out of Chen Rong's pussy like a piston, driving her body into convulsive tremors. Her hips instinctively thrust upward in rhythm.
The only flaw was that even though she was enjoying it immensely, Chen Rong still refused to vocalize her pleasure like Xue Yan did, managing only a few low moans at most.
For Wang Yue, this felt like missing a crucial element of excitement.
Still, he understood this couldn't be rushed. Once he conquered her, he could train her slowly over time.
Besides, fucking his aunt while watching her bite her lips tightly to stifle her moans—her shy, restrained expression despite the obvious pleasure—had its own unique charm.
Such fierce thrusting was too much for Xue Yan, and Chen Rong was even less able to endure it. After only a few hundred strokes, she let out a muffled groan, her pussy clenching tightly as she came.
With Chen Rong's pussy gripping him so tightly, Wang Yue couldn't hold back either. His cock swelled, and he shot his load inside her.
As both reached climax simultaneously, their dual cultivation technique automatically accelerated to its peak.
Boom!
Wang Yue felt his entire body tremble. His cultivation, which had previously plateaued at the peak of the Spirit Concentration Realm with no apparent path forward, suddenly shattered through the barrier, propelling him into an entirely new realm.
This left Wang Yue utterly stunned.
Earth Gate Realm!
Had he truly broken through so easily? What happened to the formidable barrier everyone spoke of?
Simultaneously with Wang Yue's breakthrough, Chen Rong also surged past two levels, leaping directly from the fifth tier of the Spirit Concentration Realm to the seventh tier. The quality of her true qi also significantly improved.
After the climax, Chen Rong—who should have been utterly satisfied—suddenly burst into tears.
Wang Yue, too preoccupied to contemplate the differences between Earth Gate and Spirit Focus realms, urgently asked, "Auntie, what's wrong?"
"I... I'm sorry to your uncle. I'm sorry to the Wang family. I don't want to live anymore, waaah..." Chen Rong sobbed.
Having twice initiated sex with Wang Yue, she could no longer deceive herself with excuses. She felt utterly corrupted, a thoroughly bad woman.
Faced with this reality, her habitual tendency to flee from problems surfaced again—this time, she wanted to escape through death.
Wang Yue noticed something was terribly wrong with Chen Rong and grew deeply concerned, rushing to comfort her.
But people are different. The words that had worked on Yan Mama would never sway his aunt.
Fortunately, Wang Yue's quick wit served him well. He immediately thought of a targeted solution and said, " "Auntie, put everything else aside for now. Just focus on sensing your current cultivation level."
Chen Rong instinctively circulated her qi and gasped in astonishment, "How did I break through to the seventh layer of the Spirit Condensation Realm?"
"That's all thanks to me," Wang Yue chuckled, thrusting his thick cock deeper inside her pussy.
Chen Rong instantly recalled the cultivation technique he'd taught her earlier and gasped in shock, "You mean..."
"Exactly. By practicing this technique and then fucking me, you can rapidly advance your cultivation. Auntie, you'll soon become a formidable powerhouse at the Que Realm or even the Tianyuan Realm. Then, the Wang family will be under your protection." Wang Yue declared.
He understood Chen Rong well. Though her personality was timid, it didn't mean she lacked a sense of responsibility.
On the contrary, as the eldest wife of the main branch, she genuinely desired to contribute to the family.
Thus, Wang Yue seized upon this psychological vulnerability to break down her defenses.
Sure enough, upon hearing Wang Yue's words, Chen Rong's desire to escape through death immediately faded, replaced by an unprecedented surge of resolve.
"Auntie, why don't we try again? Let's elevate your cultivation even further," Wang Yue seized the moment to suggest.
"Hmm," Chen Rong murmured, her face flushing crimson as she gave a slight nod.
Now she had a new justification to convince herself—she had indeed lost her virtue and betrayed her husband, but it was all for the sake of the family.
As long as the family prospered because of this, what did it matter if she became a sinner?
For a moment, Chen Rong felt a surge of self-importance, only to be instantly overwhelmed by the pleasure surging through her...
That night, Wang Yue fucked Chen Rong to four orgasms in one go before she could take no more. It seemed Wang Yue had been right—in this regard, Chen Rong's constitution was indeed weaker than Xue Yan's.
During the last three rounds, Chen Rong's cultivation advanced another level, reaching the eighth layer of Spirit Condensation. She beamed with joy, completely forgetting her recent suicidal thoughts.
Wang Yue, however, showed little progress. Not only did he fail to advance to the second layer of Earth Realm, but he hadn't even fully stabilized the first layer.
Nevertheless, through this experience, he had largely grasped the patterns of the cultivation technique he had created.
If the dual cultivation partner was at the same level or higher than him, he could advance rapidly. The reverse was also true—he could swiftly elevate partners whose cultivation was below his own.
However, if the partner's cultivation was lower than his, the advancement was considerably slower.
Of course, "not as fast" was relative. Compared to ordinary martial artists, even dual cultivation with a woman of a lower realm still granted him terrifyingly rapid advancement.
Moreover, the greatest benefits are gained during the first dual cultivation session with any woman.
Wang Yue understood the reason behind this—from birth to adulthood, whether martial artists or ordinary people, women accumulate a certain amount of primordial yin energy within their bodies. The only difference lies in the quantity; the higher a woman's cultivation level, the greater the accumulation of this primordial yin energy.
This yin essence normally remained hidden within their bodies, inaccessible for absorption. Some would be lost upon losing their virginity, yet a substantial portion remained trapped inside.
The pure yang essence within his body could stimulate this latent yin power, causing it to emerge from its hiding place.
This yin essence holds no value for ordinary people, yet for Wang Yue, it serves as an exceptional tonic. Moreover, through dual cultivation methods, it neutralizes with his pure yang essence. When returned to the female partner's body, it also bestows immense benefits upon her.
After several sessions of dual cultivation, the accumulated yin essence is depleted. Subsequent dual cultivation sessions then yield slower progress.
Even so, dual cultivation still accelerated progress at least a hundredfold compared to regular practice. Especially when both partners were fiercely aroused and pleasure surged like waves, the effect rivaled absorbing primordial yin energy.
After all, the female body inherently belonged to the yin. When they reached the peak of ecstasy, the energy flowing out of them was pure yin energy.
To put it plainly, Wang Yue's dual cultivation technique wasn't strictly his original creation. It was derived from his pure yang cultivation method. The primordial yin energy accumulated within the female partner, along with the pure yin energy released during climax, only brought immense benefits to both parties when combined with his pure yang energy through dual cultivation.
To put it plainly, this dual cultivation technique only works when practiced with him. Even if leaked, others couldn't utilize it unless another man also mastered Wang Yue's pure yang cultivation method.
But this was Wang Yue's ultimate secret, his greatest asset for protecting his clan. How could he possibly teach it to others?
His sole lingering worry was the mysterious force that had appeared three years prior and abducted him. Though reborn now, he had no certainty that this force would resurface in three years. What if it did, snatching him away once more?
Therefore, upon realizing his dual cultivation progress had surpassed the point where he could disregard the inexplicable beast tide looming three years hence, Wang Yue's heart was once again filled with apprehension.
The mere fact that this mysterious force could discern flaws in a cultivation technique so profound that even Wang Yue, who had begun to grasp the Dao of Yin and Yang, could find none, spoke volumes about its immense power.
But dwelling on such thoughts was pointless now. Wang Yue believed that no matter how formidable that mysterious force might be, as long as he surpassed it, that was all that mattered. Overthinking would only cloud his mind.
Early the next morning, Wang Yue arrived at the Qi Cultivation Realm training grounds as usual, only to find it completely deserted.
When it came to diligence, his sisters and sisters-in-law far surpassed him—even his younger sister, Wang Xin'er, was more diligent.
Typically, they would all be present by the time he arrived, yet today, not a single one had shown up.
"Could they all be slacking off?" Wang Yue muttered to himself before suddenly slapping his forehead. Today was a rest day—he'd completely forgotten.
Having spent too long in that mysterious space, he'd inevitably forgotten many mundane details since his rebirth. Today, May 29th, marked the first day of the three-day rest period at the end of the month.