Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Chapter 2124 - 445: Screwing the Transcendent Realm! 4

The sensations tangled together, forming a lethal cocktail of pleasure that sent tremors through her entire silhouette.

If the previous friction was merely physical relief, this was something that reached into her very soul. It didnʼt feel like Wang Yue was just inside her anymore; it felt like he was hammering against her very heart. That deep-level stimulation was so absolute it pushed her to the brink of insanity.

Yingying watched, her eyes wide with shock. She knew her Masterʼs petite frame shouldnʼt be able to house all of him—usually, several inches of that massive rod remained exposed. But now, Wang Yue had buried the entire length inside.

”Brother-in-law, take it easy! Youʼre going to break her!” the kind-hearted sister-in-law pleaded again.

”Let her break,” Wang Yue smirked, his hands locking onto Yu Suxinʼs slender waist to prevent any escape. He bucked his hips with violent intent, beginning a series of savage, soul-crushing thrusts. ”She wanted to die, right? Then Iʼll give her what she wants—Iʼll fuck her to death from the inside out!”

Smack... Smack... Smack...

The sound of flesh hitting flesh was rhythmic and brutal. Every time his lower abdomen slammed into her rounded white cheeks, his glans hammered into her cervix like a wrecking ball.

Yu Suxin was turned to jelly. The sheer scale of the ecstasy stripped away any thought of resistance; she could only moan in broken, ragged gasps.

Logically, she loathed her own weakness, but her body had defected. Every principle she held dear vanished into the steam, replaced by a desperate, dark craving to remain lost in his relentless assault.

Under that kind of pressure, she didnʼt last long. Her body buckled as she climaxed violently.

Wang Yue gave one final, powerful thrust, pinning her core and venting a scalding torrent of seed directly into her womb. Her eyes rolled back as the sheer intensity of the delivery blanked her mind.

Usually, Yu Suxin would regain a moment of clarity after a peak—like when she tried to run before. But Wang Yue didnʼt give her an inch.

The moment he finished, he pulled out, flipped her onto her side, and hooked one of her jade-like legs over his shoulder. Before she could even process the aftershocks, he impaled her again, launching into a fresh round of frantic plowing.

She was still riding the waves of the last one when the new fire started. Her mind screamed to fight, but her body was already arching to meet him.

Over the next few hours, Wang Yue treated her like a living doll, rotating through every position imaginable.

His cock was a perpetual motion machine, a piston that never stopped its frantic dance. Yu Suxin was a broken toy, capable only of receiving.

Peak after peak washed over her. While her mind grew more horrified by the depravity, her flesh grew more addicted to the sensation.

Yingying watched the madness unfold, her shock slowly turning to a strange kind of pity. She thought her brother-in-law was being way too cruel, playing with her Master with such calculated ferocity. But seeing her Masterʼs physical response, she couldnʼt bring herself to stop him.

The Dual Cultivation was working miracles. With every shared climax, Wang Yueʼs cultivation level shattered a new barrier, while Yu Suxinʼs internal damage vanished. Even her shattered foundation was being knit back together, cell by cell.

By the time Wang Yue surged into the early 7th level of the Mortal Shedding Realm, Yu Suxinʼs body was perfect. The injuries were gone; her foundation was restored.

The only catch? Her meridians and Dantian were bone-dry, devoid of even a spark of True Qi. She was a Transcendent powerhouse in a state of total exhaustion.

After so many rounds, Yu Suxin had finally built up some resistance to the pleasure. Her mind stayed sharp even as her body was being used.

She didnʼt fight back this time; she simply let him move her into a ”Lotus” position, sitting on his lap as he bounced her on his thighs, her tight canal vacuum-sealing around him while he devoured her breasts with hungry kisses.

As the energy cycled, fresh Qi began to sprout in her meridians. Since there were no more wounds to fix, the energy began to pool. It was barely 5% of her peak power, but for a Transcendent, 5% was enough to move mountains.

After a thousand more savage thrusts, Yu Suxin erupted again, and Wang Yue filled her to the brim for the final time.

But as he pulled out to switch positions again, the hazy look in Yu Suxinʼs eyes suddenly turned razor-sharp. With a blur of motion, she swung her hand and slammed a palm into Wang Yueʼs chest.

BOOM!

The impact sent Wang Yue flying across the room, slamming into the reinforced wall with enough force to dent steel.

A Transcendent is a Transcendent, even at 5%. If Wang Yue hadnʼt just hit the 7th level with high-purity Qi, that strike would have killed a lesser man. He slumped against the wall, gasping for air, but his ego remained intact.

”Damn,” he wheezed, feigning a much worse injury than he had. ”Trying to murder your own husband?”

”Iʼll kill you!” Yu Suxin didnʼt care that she was stark naked. She leapt from the bed, her palm aimed straight for Wang Yueʼs forehead.

”Master, no!” Yingying screamed.

The palm stopped less than an inch from his skin.

She didnʼt stop because of the plea. She stopped because she couldnʼt do it. He had stolen her purity, yes, but he had literally pulled her back from the grave and fixed a foundation she thought was lost forever. Within weeks, she would be back at full strength—a true Transcendent once more. It was a debt of life.

But she couldnʼt treat him as a savior, either. This brat had spent the last few hours hammering her into the mattress, ignoring her screams and systematically reshaping her most private places into his own personal playground. To make it worse, heʼd done it all in front of her disciple.

How could she ever look Yingying in the eye again, knowing her student had watched her scream in ecstasy while being taken by force?

Unable to kill him and unable to face her student, Yu Suxin let out a long, agonized howl of grief and rage. She snatched her clothes, blurred into motion as she dressed, and blasted a hole through the back wall with a single strike before vanishing into the night.

”Master!” Yingying chased after her through the hole, but there was nothing left but the cold wind.