Starting with a Family System to Become an Immortal Official-Chapter 39: Heavenly Yin Fertility Constitution

Knock knock knock.

Chen Yuling’s snow knuckles struck harder on the heavy wooden doors.

"Mother? I definitely heard your voice just now."

She casually reached back and stylishly tugged at the bit of her panties that had bunched up between her perfectly smooth, flawless butt cheeks, then let out a quiet little sigh of relief to herself.

"Are you truly alright?"

From behind the doors, Madam Chen’s breath hitched.

Li Qingmu’s thick fingers were still buried between her plush cheeks, the thin silk of her panties dragged aside just enough for one calloused digit to circle the tight, quivering ring of her rear entrance with slow, deliberate pressure.

Every lazy swirl sent sparks up her spine.

This is the second hole of a mother.

For any decent mother, one has been penetrated and the other is sensationally tight.

Madam Chen is one of such mothers.

For the most part...

The more he circled his sweaty finger around her fleshy ring the tighter it got.

Her knees threatened to buckle, and the swollen lips of her untouched flower wept shamelessly against the heel of his palm.

"Y-, Yes, darling!"

Madam Chen managed a trembling voice.

She cracked the doors open just wide enough for her flushed face to peek out.

"M-, Mother is perfectly... ah... perfectly fine!"

Her green eyes were glassy and unfocused.

Li Qingmu smirked behind her, sliding the soaked crotch of her panties further to the side with his thumb. The fabric was plain white cotton... high-waisted, modest, the kind of practical undergarment a respectable widow wore beneath her flowing robes.

Nothing like the lacy, barely-there scraps a sexy older auntie like Song Yan favored.

『Granny panties...』

He thought in stunned amusement.

『This legendary man-hater wears old-lady underwear. How is she even real?』

Chen Yuling tilted her head as her nose twitched.

"Mother, your face is red. And... I swear I smell a man. It’s faint, but it’s there."

"N-, Nonsense!"

Madam Chen squeaked and bit down hard on her lower lip as Li Qingmu chose that exact moment to slowly press the pad of his middle finger forward until the tight pucker yielded and the first knuckle sank inside her virgin rear.

『Hnn ♥️ so deep! ♥️』

Her whole body jolted as milk beaded instantly beneath the tapes on her nipples.

It soaked through the silk.

"Y-, You must be imagining things! It’s likely some passing disciple delivering herbs! Mmm—!"

She slapped a hand over her mouth as her beautiful phoenix eyes watered.

Her girlfriend leaned in, concerned.

"Elder Chen, are you sure you’re not ill?"

She’d never seen Madam Chen shake like this before.

"You sound... breathless."

"I’m f-fine!"

Madam Chen’s voice cracked into a high, desperate whine as Li Qingmu twisted his buried finger gently to crook it just enough to make her juicy, sweat-seasoned inner thighs clamp around his wrist.

"Just... just meditating! Deep breathing exercises!"

Saliva rolled down one corner of her mouth.

She looked like a slobbering dog.

"Very... very intense ones!"

Chen Yuling frowned deeper.

"Mother, open the door. I’m coming in."

"No!"

Madam Chen shrieked then slammed the doors shut with a BAM that rattled the lanterns overhead.

Silence fell outside.

A stunned Chen Yuling blinked.

"...Did Mother just slam the door in my face?"

Her girlfriend rubbed her back soothingly.

"I’ve... never seen Elder Chen act like that. Ever."

Inside the chamber.

Madam Chen whirled around, chest heaving, face a furious shade of red. Her green eyes blazed as she glared at the culprit lounging innocently against the wall.

"You—!"

She hissed as she planted both hands on her gigantic hips and leaned forward.

"I cannot believe you!"

Li Qingmu lifted both hands in false surrender as he whistled a cheerful tune and stared pointedly at the ceiling like a child caught stealing sweets.

Her massive breasts bounced with the motion.

Once, twice, three times!

They nearly spilled free of the low neckline, heavy and full and swaying like overripe fruit on a branch. The soaked tapes over her lactating nipples had begun to peel at the edges from all the leaking.

Li Qingmu’s sharp eyes tracked the hypnotic jiggle despite himself.

『Greedy woman...』

He grumbled inwardly.

『Hoarding all that on her chest and still choosing to stay a lonely widow? Utterly unfair.』

Madam Chen jabbed a stern finger at his nose.

"Oh no you don’t! You do not get to look irritated after the stunt you just pulled, young man!"

She straightened up indignantly and elegantly puffed out her robust chest.

Boing! BOING!

The motion sent another glorious ripple through her bosom that tortured her nightdress.

"How dare you touch me like that while I’m speaking to my daughter? I’ve heard the rumors that you’re a scoundrel and a shameless dog... but I... I didn’t think you’d be this brazen!"

Then she suddenly glanced away shyly.

Her cheeks bloomed an even deeper rose.

Her thighs rubbed together a like soft silk as her tiny hands fidgeted at her sides.

"...Not that I’m saying I don’t... want you to touch me like that, okay?"

She mumbled like a young maiden confessing her first crush instead of a feared peak master.

Her voice is so small and cute!

"Just... not in front of my girls. A mother has to keep some things private, yunno..."

Li Qingmu stared at her, utterly baffled.

This woman was strange.

Dangerously, adorably strange.

He pushed off the wall and stepped closer.

"Fine. Private it is. Though I still don’t get why you’re so worked up about ’cheating’ on a dead man. You’re a widow. You’re allowed to sleep with whoever you want."

He leaned in, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"You... do know that, right?"

Madam Chen leaned back.

"O-, Of course I know that!"

She pressed her dainty index fingers together in front of her chest like a scolded schoolgirl.

"Do you think I’m some child who understands nothing about relationships?"

She let out a soft, wistful sigh, shoulders drooping.

"It’s just... I’ve never... slept with a man before."

The room went so quiet.

Madam Chen blinked.

"...Huh...?"

She turned to find Li Qingmu staring at her like a deer lost during travel.

They stared at each other for a long, long moment.

Madam Chen shifted uncomfortably.

Normally she could reduce any man to ash with a single cool glance, but this one had just had his fingers inside places her late husband had never even seen.

The memory alone made her toes curl.

Li Qingmu finally found his voice.

He pointed slowly.

"...You’re telling me you’re a virgin...?"

He had to hold back his laughter.

"No, no, no. Don’t tell me your husband’s sword so tiny it doesn’t count?"

Madam Chen groaned and shoved past him.

She sunk onto the edge of her grand, regal bed.

She pressed her smooth knees together primly and rested delicate hands atop lush thighs.

"I have three daughters but my late husband never once... entered me."

Li Qingmu immediately plopped down beside her.

He leaned in like she was telling the most riveting tale he would ever hear.

She sighed again as she shook her head.

"I was born with the Heavenly Yin Fertility Constitution. It is extremely rare and reactive. The moment my husband tried to touch me intimately, even before he could lift my skirt, I would conceive."

Li Qingmu’s jaw dropped.

He gripped the bedsheets to keep from toppling over.

Madam Chen gazed down at her flat stomach and rubbed it gently with a mother’s tender nostalgia.

"Each pregnancy transformed my body further which made my chest and rear fuller, richer, more... fertile. By the time Yuling was born, I was producing so much milk I had to wear absorption tapes daily just to keep my robes dry."

To demonstrate, she delicately tugged down the neckline of her nightdress.

One enormous, milk-heavy breast spilled free.

It was pale, perfect, and covered in faint blue veins.

A soaked tape clung valiantly to the stiff, rosy nipple.

"Oh... it’s full again..."

She murmured to herself.

With a soft rip, she peeled the tape away.

Pssshhhhhht!

A thick jet of warm, sweet milk arced through the air and splattered across Li Qingmu’s stunned face before she hurriedly slapped a fresh tape over the leaking teat.

He sat frozen as milk dripped from his cheek.

Madam Chen gasped.

"Oh! I’m so sorry—I got some on you!"

She reached out with maternal instinct and dabbed gently at his face with the sleeve of her nightdress as she wiped the creamy droplets away.

Li Qingmu finally blinked and licked a stray drop from the corner of his lip.

It tasted like spirit spring water mixed with honey.

To think baby Chen Yuling enjoyed this.

He wishes he could enjoy this too!

He stared at her with a serious face.

"So what exactly do you want from me?"

She turned to him fully and took one of his large hands between her soft, buttery palms.

There was shyness and hope in her green eyes.

"I want you to teach me how to be a bad woman."

Her voice turned sexily tender.

"Please... make me improper in bed."