But her tongue moved anyway. Sliding along the underside of his cockhead where it was most sensitive. Tasting the slit where pre-cum leaked constantly. Exploring the ridge around the head.
And gods help her—
Her pussy was gushing.
She could feel moisture running down her inner thighs, soaking her torn panties, and she hated herself for it even as her tongue worked more enthusiastically.
’I’m—I’m ENJOYING this—oh gods what’s wrong with —?!’
anwhile—
Cang’s free hand, the one not holding Yue against him, moved down.
Sliding over the daughter’s flat stomach. Over her hips. Finding the waistband of her tight pants—
"No—" Yue gasped, trying to grab his wrist. "Don’t—not there—"
But he was stronger, and his hand slipped beneath the fabric, beneath her undergarnts, fingers finding her pussy—
"Aahhh~!!"
Wet.
Soaked, actually. Her virgin pussy was absolutely drenched, outer lips swollen and slick, and when his fingers slid between them—
"HNNNGH~!!"
Yue’s entire body jolted, hips bucking involuntarily as direct contact sent shocks of pleasure through her.
"So wet," Cang observed with amusent. "Your mother is sucking my cock, and your pussy is flooding. Do you like watching? Like seeing her be used?"
"N-no—" Yue’s protest was weak, unconvincing. "I don’t—I’m not—"
But his finger pushed deeper, parting her lips, sliding along her virgin slit until—
STOP.
A barrier. Thin but present.
Her hyn.
"Interesting," Cang murmured, pressing gently against it, feeling how it stretched. "It’s loose. Very loose. Have you been fingering yourself, Yue?"
Silence.
Yue’s face went scarlet, tears streaming harder.
"I—I didn’t—"
"Liar," he said gently, pressing harder, feeling the mbrane stretch further. "You’ve been pushing fingers inside yourself for years, haven’t you? Probably with that wooden dildo I’m sure you have hidden sowhere. Stretching your hyn bit by bit."
PAH PAH PAH!
His hips never stopped moving, cock still sliding through Madam Lin’s breasts and into her sucking mouth.
"That’s good," he continued. "ans when I take your virginity, it won’t hurt as much. Your body has been preparing for ."
"No—" Yue sobbed. "I wasn’t—I didn’t—"
But his finger pressed through—
Not breaking the hyn completely, just pushing past it, entering her virgin pussy for the first ti, and—
"AAAHHH~!!"
Her scream was broken, overwheld, as foreign penetration sent her mind into chaos.
’Inside—he’s INSIDE —oh gods sothing is actually INSIDE—’
And it felt—
Good.
Better than her own fingers. Better than anything she’d imagined.
His finger was thick, filling her, curling to press against spots that made her see stars—
"Hnnnghhh~!! C-can’t~!! Too much~!!"
And while she writhed—
Cang looked down at Madam Lin, still sucking his cock obediently, tears streaming down her face, and—
"I’m going to cum," he announced.
Madam Lin’s eyes went wide with panic, trying to pull back—
But his hand moved to her hair, gripping, holding her in place—
"Keep your mouth open," he commanded. "Take it all."
"MMMPPPHH—!!" Her muffled protest was useless—
SPLLLRRRTTT~!!
His cock erupted.
Not in her mouth—he pulled back at the last second—but all over her body.
Thick ropes of cum exploded from his cockhead, painting her face, her neck, her massive breasts, her stomach—covering her in white.
SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!
Load after load, seemingly endless, and Madam Lin could only gasp as hot seed landed on her skin, her lips, dripping into her open mouth whether she wanted it or not.
The taste was overwhelming—salty, thick, mixed with that sa addictive quality that made her want to swallow even as her mind scread in disgust.
"Haahhh~" She gasped when it finally stopped, lying there covered in his cum, looking absolutely debauched.
And inside her—
Sothing shifted.
Not physically. ntally.
A barrier cracking. Resistance weakening.
’I just—he just ca on —and I—I’m still—’
Her pussy clenched, desperate and empty.
Cang looked down at his handiwork—mother covered in cum, daughter with his finger inside her virgin pussy—and smiled.
"Yue," he said calmly. "Go get water for your mother. She needs to drink."
"Wh-what—?" Yue’s voice was dazed, pleasure-drunk.
"Water," he repeated, slowly pulling his finger from her pussy, and she whimpered at the loss. "Kitchen. Now."
"But—"
"NOW."
The command in his voice brooked no argunt, and Yue—trembling, face flushed, pussy dripping—stumbled off the bed and toward the door.
She paused at the threshold, looking back at her mother’s cum-covered form, and—
"Mother—" Her voice was small. "Will you be—?"
"I’ll be fine," Madam Lin whispered, though she didn’t believe it. "Just—just go—"
Yue hesitated one more second, then fled, her footsteps echoing down the stairs.
And in the bedroom—
Silence.
Madam Lin lay on the bed, covered in cum, breathing heavily, and slowly—horrifyingly—beca aware of the situation.
She was alone. With him. Covered in his seed. Her dress torn. Her breasts exposed.
And he was looking at her like a predator that had finally cornered its prey.
"No—" The word ca out weak. "You—you said—"
"I said I’d help your daughter," Cang corrected, standing up from the bed, his cock still hard despite just cumming. "And I will. But first—"
He grabbed her thick thighs, hands sinking into soft flesh, and pulled—
"WAIT—!!"
Her legs were forced apart, spread wide, exposing her soaked undergarnts—
"You need to understand what you’re offering her," he continued, ignoring her protests. "Need to experience it yourself. So you can warn her properly about what dual cultivation truly ans."
"No—no I DON’T—" Madam Lin’s hands moved to cover herself, trying to close her legs, but his strength was absolute. "I’m—I’m fifty years old—I’m a WIDOW—I haven’t—not since—"
"Since your husband?" Cang asked, pulling her torn panties down her thick thighs, exposing her pussy. "The man with the small cock who barely satisfied you?"
"Don’t—don’t talk about—" Her voice broke.
But he was right.
Her late husband had been adequate. Nothing more. Dutiful sex that fulfilled biological necessity but never brought pleasure.
And now—
"You’re Lin Feng’s mother," Cang said, and the na made her freeze. "The woman who raised a legend. The woman who deserves better than a life of loneliness and poverty."
His hands spread her legs wider, and his eyes finally saw—
Her pussy.
And it was beautiful.
Not young. Not tight and hairless like inexperienced girls.
But mature. Full lips, slightly darker from age, and hairy—a thick bush of dark curls that she’d never bothered to trim because who would see it?
The lips were swollen with arousal, clearly wet, but—
Sealed tight.
Her slit was closed completely, the inner folds hidden, like a flower that had never properly blood.
’Her husband’s cock was too small to properly open her,’ Cang realized with dark satisfaction. ’She’s been neglecting this pussy for years. Let it return to near-virgin tightness.’
"You haven’t been fucked properly," he said aloud. "Have you, Auntie?"
"That’s—that’s CRUDE—" Her face burned with sha. "Don’t say such—"
"Look at this pussy," he continued, one finger tracing along her sealed slit, and she gasped. "So tight. So neglected. Even your wooden dildo probably barely stretches it."
’How does he—?!’
"I’m going to open you," he said, his cockhead pressing against her entrance. "Going to make this pussy rember what it was designed for. Make you scream so loud your daughter hears every second."
"No—" Tears stread down Madam Lin’s face. "Please—you’re—you’re my son’s friend—you said you’d help us—this isn’t—"
"This IS helping," he corrected. "You want your daughter to gain power? This is how. Through dual cultivation. Through sex. And you need to understand it first."
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