Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

The original Wang Yue had been plain—the kind of unremarkable face that disappeared in a crowd. But now? He was breathtakingly handsome. How could a person undergo such a radical transformation in a single afternoon?

"Yeah, this is actually what I really look like," Wang Yue explained. "The person you saw before was a disguise created with a mask technique."

"A mask technique?" Su Nuanyue was even more bewildered. Her knowledge of the martial arts world was limited, and such techniques were rare even among practitioners. She had only heard of such things in movies or novels, where they were pure fiction. How could they exist in real life?

Seeing that words weren’t enough, Wang Yue decided to show her. Right before their eyes, his handsome features began to shift and blur. Within seconds, his face morphed back into the rugged, average look of "Wang Tiezhu."

Su Nuanyue was finally convinced. She sighed with a mix of wonder and relief. "I had no idea such incredible skills existed. If Cancan knew how to do that, she wouldn’t have to spend every day making herself look so plain."

"It’s not too late for her to learn, though she probably won’t need it much longer," Wang Yue said with a wink. He had already promised that by the end of the day, she would be a Heaven Element expert—strong enough to protect her own beauty without hiding it.

The three of them chatted for a while until the sun dipped below the horizon. Since Wang Yue and Cancan had brought food back, there was no need to cook. After dinner and a bit more conversation, they retreated to their respective rooms.

Tonight, Cancan didn’t sneak out to find Wang Yue. Instead, after her shower, she headed straight for Su Nuanyue’s room, announcing that she wanted to sleep with her mother.

It was early autumn. While the air was beginning to cool, the "Autumn Tiger" heatwave was still lingering. Since the two women lived modestly and didn’t have air conditioning, the room was stiflingly hot.

In that kind of heat, heavy pajamas were out of the question. Since it was just her daughter, Nuanyue didn’t feel the need for modesty. She was dressed light: a tiny camisole with no bra underneath, and a pair of simple white panties.

The thin fabric left little to the imagination—the dark shadows of her peak and the silhouette of her feminine curves were visible. Combined with a figure that was even more voluptuous than Cancan’s, the sheer, hazy temptation was enough to give any man a nosebleed.

Even Cancan was stunned. She hadn’t slept with her mother since she was a little girl, and Nuanyue usually wore loose, baggy clothes. Only now did she realize that beneath her mother’s fragile, elegant exterior lay a body that was almost obscenely curvy.

That lucky brat is in for a treat, Cancan thought to herelf. She dropped her towel and climbed into bed wearing only her underwear, lying down beside her mother.

Su Nuanyue was secretly admiring her daughter’s figure as well, though a pang of sadness hit her. In their environment, the prettier and more developed a girl was, the more danger she faced.

"Did you have fun today?" Nuanyue asked. It was still early, and she knew her daughter wasn’t used to going to bed this soon.

"It was great! We even met the Demon Buddha," Cancan said, rolling onto her side to face her mother. "He really is an enlightened master."

"In what way?" Nuanyue asked dismissively. She wasn’t religious and had little interest in monks.

"His mental state is on another level, and his martial arts are insane," Cancan explained. "He can actually fly. Like, fly from the city all the way to the Yellow River."

"That powerful?" Nuanyue was surprised. "But how do you know? Did he put on a show?"

Cancan laughed. "No show. I saw the whole thing because my cousin took me along and we flew with him."

"What? Your cousin can fly too?" Nuanyue’s interest peaked at the mention of Wang Yue. He was her nephew, and that blood bond made her care for him deeply, even if they had just reunited.

"Yeah. He even sparred with the Demon Buddha," Cancan added. "You should have seen it. They fought over the Yellow River, and the shockwaves were blowing the water apart. It was like watching gods descend to earth."

"Really?" Nuanyue rolled onto her side to face her daughter.

"Mom, your boobs are poking me," Cancan blurted out. Since the bed wasn’t very large, they were lying close together. Facing each other like this, the four massive breasts of the mother and daughter pressed and squeezed against one another.

Nuanyue’s face flushed. "And yours aren’t poking me?"

"Because yours are bigger!" Cancan giggled. "Mom, I never noticed before, but yours are huge. And they aren’t sagging at all. How do you do it?"

Nuanyue didn’t usually talk about such things with her daughter, but tonight felt different. There was a faint, warm restlessness burning inside her, making her feel uncharacteristically bold and even a little excited. "I don’t know. Genetics, I guess? You’re the same way."

She had no idea this was Wang Yue’s doing. During dinner, he had subtly channeled a thin thread of Qi into the air around her. It wasn’t enough to make her lose control, but it kept her in a state of constant, mild arousal.

"True. But yours feel softer," Cancan said. Suddenly, she reached out and squeezed one of her mother’s breasts. Her fingers sank deep into the incredibly soft, plush flesh.

"Oh~" A soft moan escaped Nuanyue’s lips. she quickly swatted her daughter’s hand away. "You naughty girl, stop it!"

"Mom, with them being this big and soft, Dad must have loved them, right?" Cancan teased. Her hand grew even bolder, reaching behind her mother to pat her lush, rounded rear. "Wow, your ass is so big and soft too!" 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Flustered, Nuanyue tried to dodge her daughter’s touch. "I told you, stop it!"

Cancan didn’t let up, her hands roaming over her mother’s curvaceous body. "Come on, Mom. Be honest. When Dad was alive, did you guys do it every day?"

"Don’t talk nonsense! Of course not!" Nuanyue’s face was beet red.

"That doesn’t make sense. You’re so beautiful and your body is so hot. If I were a man, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you. How did Dad resist?" Cancan wondered. "Was he... not good at it?"

At this, Nuanyue’s expression turned solemn. "Cancan, remember this: when you get married, make sure your husband learns moderation. Otherwise... sigh."

She thought back to her youth. Back then, her husband had been full of vigor, wanting it every single day, never satisfied with just once. It was often two or three times a night. She had been young then, her own needs weren’t that high, and her body was frail—she could barely handle him.

But as she matured and her own desires grew, he began to fail. By his thirties, he had lost his drive entirely. Even medicine didn’t help. It had been so long since she had truly enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh.

Her daughter was just as beautiful as she had been, with a body even more provocative. If her future husband didn’t pace himself, Cancan might end up like her—widowed young, or worse, married to a man who couldn’t perform. In her mind, there wasn’t much difference.