Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

"None of you are getting away!" Ye Fei whispered back, though he obediently turned over and gently lifted the blanket covering Shui Ying. His large hand slowly rested on her soft, slender waist.

Shui Ying had been chatting with Shui Rou when she suddenly felt a familiar hand on her waist. She immediately knew it was Ye Fei, the little rascal, up to his mischief. Her body tensed, and her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She was sharing a blanket with her junior sister! If Shui Rou noticed, she would be mortified.

As she endured Ye Fei's teasing, Shui Ying fought the urge to moan. But Ye Fei didn't stop. Instead, he pushed further, lifting her shirt and tracing circles around her belly button with his fingers.

The tingling sensation ignited the desire she had been suppressing for days. Unable to resist, she continued talking to Shui Rou while slipping one hand under the blanket.

Ye Fei thought Shui Ying might try to push his hand away, but instead, she reached into his pants and grasped his hardened member. The moment her hand wrapped around him, both mother and son shuddered with pleasure.

Ye Fei's hand, no longer content with just her belly, slipped into her pants, teasing the dense patch of hair between her legs. Though he didn't touch her most sensitive spot directly, Shui Ying was already dripping with arousal.

Shui Ying had only intended to hold Ye Fei's member to satisfy her longing, but his teasing made it impossible to resist. As if driven by instinct, she began stroking him.

Their mutual caresses only heightened their desire, especially for Shui Ying. Having her closest junior sister nearby added an illicit thrill, making the experience even more intense than the first time she and Liu Yiru had pleasured Ye Fei together. She could hardly contain herself.

By now, the fire in the stove had dimmed, plunging the room into darkness. Shui Ying glanced at Shui Rou, relieved to see her oblivious to what was happening. Emboldened, Shui Ying shifted her position, turning her back to Ye Fei and arching her body. Though her head and feet still touched Shui Rou, her plump, enticing rear was now in Ye Fei's blanket.

Ye Fei didn't hesitate to enjoy this offering. His hands roamed over Shui Ying's soft, baby-smooth skin, pulling her pants down to her thighs. He caressed her plump buttocks and her already-soaked entrance, occasionally brushing against her backdoor, wetting it with her arousal.

Shui Ying grew anxious. While she enjoyed the occasional anal play, what she craved most was her empty, aching core. To make her desires clear, she pulled Ye Fei's throbbing member out of his pants and pressed it against her dripping entrance, guiding him to rub against her.

The sensation drove both of them wild, and Shui Ying nearly cried out. But with Shui Rou so close, she had to suppress her moans, making her even more sensitive and desperate for Ye Fei to fill her.

"Sister, are you going back to the sect or Wanghai after this?" Shui Rou suddenly asked.

"What?" Shui Ying lost in the intense pleasure, hadn't caught the question. She forced herself to focus and asked Shui Rou to repeat it.

After hearing the question again, Shui Ying replied, "I'm not going back to the sect. The New Year is coming, and I want to spend it with Siqi and the others. Ah—" Her words were cut off by a moan of pleasure and pain as Ye Fei gently thrust into her, filling her aching core.

"Sister, what's wrong?" Shui Rou asked, concerned. She felt a pang of regret. Though she knew her senior sister would choose to spend the holiday with her daughter, she had still asked, hoping Shui Ying's presence at the Moonwater Palace would increase the chances of seeing the man who had captured her heart. Little did she know, that man was currently buried deep inside her senior sister, bringing her ecstasy.

Ye Fei, meanwhile, began thrusting rapidly into Shui Ying, driving her to the brink of screaming in pleasure. But she had to stay silent.

"It's nothing, nothing. I just bumped into something," Shui Ying quickly explained, though her voice trembled as Ye Fei continued to move inside her. His thrusts grew more intense, and his member twisted and turned like a snake, teasing her most sensitive spots.

Though she had been with Ye Fei before, this was the first time she experienced his skill in this way. The pleasure was overwhelming, rivaling even his most vigorous thrusts. If not for her last shred of self-control, she would have cried out in ecstasy.

Feeling guilty for her senior sister's eighteen years of confinement, Shui Rou grew more concerned. Though she found it strange that her powerful senior sister could be so easily hurt, she didn't dwell on it. Reaching out, she asked, "Sister, where did you get hurt?"

Feeling Shui Rou's hand, Shui Ying panicked, her tight core clenching around Ye Fei's member, locking it in place. The sensation nearly made Ye Fei moan aloud. To save the situation, he reached out and grabbed Shui Rou's hand, unable to resist giving it a playful squeeze.

When her hand was suddenly grasped, Shui Rou initially thought it was her senior sister. However, she quickly realized it wasn't—the hand was much larger than Shui Ying's. From the familiar warmth, she immediately knew it belonged to Ye Fei.

This made Shui Rou's heart race. There was something even Shui Ying didn't know: due to the unique nature of her cultivation technique, Shui Rou's incredibly soft hands were an unusually sensitive erogenous zone for her.

While using them in combat didn't evoke any particular feelings, having them caressed by someone else was entirely different.

Especially now, when the one touching her was a boy who had already begun to occupy a place in her heart—and in such an intimate setting. Shui Rou even felt a surge of desire she had never experienced before, and a certain place below began to feel embarrassingly warm and wet.