Chapter 2193 - 514: The Filial Daughter 4

He doesn’t need to hold back, Cancan thought to herself.

But aloud, she said, "I hear you, Mom. But listen—you’ve been without it for so long, don’t you ever get... restless down there?"

"Don’t be crass!" Nuanyue’s face burned even hotter, but her arousal had been fully stoked. She figured her daughter was a grown woman now; talking about these things wasn’t the end of the world. "Of course I do sometimes. I’m not dead, and I’m at that age."

"I get it. They say a woman in her thirties is a wolf, and in her forties, she’s a tiger," Cancan nodded, leading her deeper into the conversation. "Have you thought about finding a man? I wouldn’t mind if you did."

"At my age? What’s the point?" Nuanyue shook her head with a faint smile.

"What do you mean ’at your age’?" Cancan pressed. "You’re barely forty. With your face and body, people would believe you’re thirty in a heartbeat. If you wanted to, you could land an amazing man."

"Forget it," Nuanyue sighed. "If I pick the wrong one, I’m the one who suffers. Or worse, he could end up hurting you." She’d read too many horror stories about stepfathers and daughters. It might be rare, but she wasn’t willing to gamble.

"True," Cancan agreed, then let out a theatrical sigh. "It’s a shame I’m just a girl. If I’d been born a boy with a dick, I’d be the one taking care of you, making sure my mom felt good every night."

Nuanyue burst out laughing. "Silly girl! Even if you were a boy, you’d be my son. A son can’t do those things with his mother."

"Why not? As long as it feels good," Cancan said righteously. "As long as no one finds out, who cares?"

"Well, you’re not a boy, so it’s a moot point," Nuanyue chuckled.

"But if I were a boy, would you let me?" Cancan teased.

Nuanyue, thinking it was all a joke, played along. "Fine. If you were my son and you had the equipment, I’d let you." She wasn’t usually one for crude talk, but in the spirit of the joke, she let the words slip out.

"Why didn’t the universe make me your son?" Cancan sighed, then suddenly shifted gears. "Well, if you don’t have a son, a nephew should work just as well, right?"

"What do you mean by that?" Nuanyue froze.

"Think about it—Wang Yue," Cancan smiled. "He’s family, so you don’t have to worry about his character. He’s young, gorgeous, and his martial arts are incredible. I bet his ’drive’ is absolute lightning!"

"Stop that! He’s just a child!" Nuanyue scolded. Dirty jokes between mother and daughter were one thing, but dragging a relative into it was crossing a line.

"He’s sixteen! That’s not a child," Cancan laughed. "He grew up rich, well-fed, and developed early. I bet he’s already packing like a grown man. Besides, teenage boys are all raw energy. I bet he’s rock-hard. Don’t tell me you don’t want a young, powerful stallion to chase away all those years of loneliness?"

As her daughter’s devilish whispers filled her ears, Nuanyue felt a wave of desire crash over her.

Just as men love beautiful women, women love handsome men—and Wang Yue was in a league of his own. Combined with the fire already burning in her veins, she couldn’t help but fantasize for a fleeting second.

But she wasn’t a loose woman. She snapped out of it quickly. "I told you to stop! Enough!"

"Just girl talk, Mom. It’s not like I’m shouting it in the streets," Cancan said playfully. Seeing her mother’s stern face, she knew not to push too hard yet.

"Fine, fine. Let’s talk about your health instead. If there was a way to fix your foundation and even make you a high-level martial artist, would you do it?"

"Of course I would. But a broken foundation isn’t reversible," Nuanyue sighed. "I don’t care about being a martial artist anymore. I just want to live long enough to see you married with kids of your own."

"Don’t get all sappy on me," Cancan said, feeling a momentary prick of guilt for plotting against her mother.

But she reminded herself this was for her mother’s own good. She wanted her to feel the power of Wang Yue’s "gift" as soon as possible.

After a while, Cancan’s breathing leveled out into a steady rhythm. She had seemingly fallen asleep.

Nuanyue, however, couldn’t close her eyes. Her daughter’s words looped in her mind. She found herself thinking of Wang Yue—that young man with the lean build and the strikingly handsome face. Her own nephew.

A sixteen-year-old boy at the peak of his hormones... he must be fully developed by now. Could he really be as big as an adult? Probably not, but he’d definitely be hard, and his thrusts would be powerful...

She knew she shouldn’t be thinking this, but her mind refused to obey. The fire inside her was roasting her from the inside out, turning her suppressed longing into a volcanic eruption.

She was just about to reach down between her legs when Cancan suddenly shifted and sat up. Nuanyue nearly jumped out of her skin. If her daughter caught her like this, she’d die of shame. She squeezed her eyes shut, holding her breath and listening intently.

Cancan didn’t notice a thing. She slipped out of bed and crept out of the room. Nuanyue breathed a sigh of relief, assuming she was just going to the bathroom.

But less than a minute later, voices drifted in from the courtyard.

"My beautiful sister, you finally came out! I missed you so much!"

"We’ve only been apart for two hours. What’s to miss?"

"Everything. I miss you every second."

"Little brat, do you miss me, or do you just miss my body?"

"Hehe, both. But mostly, I want to be holding you while I’m inside you."

"Didn’t you get enough this afternoon? You want more tonight?"

"That was just the warm-up. Tonight, I’m going to take you all night long!"

"No way. My mom said young men need to practice moderation, or you’ll lose your edge."

"That’s just because Auntie doesn’t know what I’m capable of."

"Oh? You want my mom to find out what you’re capable of?"

"Of course... not! I wouldn’t dare. Sister, stop talking. I can’t hold back anymore."

"Heehee, wow. You really are rock-hard."

"Of course. Just looking at you gets me going."

"Is it because of me, or because we were talking about my mom? Don’t think I don’t know—for a kid like you, a mature, beautiful woman like her is the ultimate prize."

"Stop it! I... I wouldn’t!"

"Still lying? If you keep playing coy, I won’t let you have me!"

"Fine! I admit it. I want both of you. Especially Auntie—she’s so mature and sexy, and that fragile vibe she has? Just seeing her makes me instantly hard."

"Hehe, at least you’re honest. Come here."

Slap—Squelch—

"Ah! Easy! You’re so big—if you just shove it in like that, you’ll break me!"

"I won’t. I didn’t break you this afternoon, did I?"

Pound—Pound—Pound—

"Ah... Oh god..."

Nuanyue listened, and the more she heard, the more horrified she became. Her instinct was to jump up and stop them.

But she couldn’t move. Her body felt like lead—completely soft and drained of strength. She couldn’t even wiggle a finger.

This was Wang Yue’s doing. He had used his Qi to create a sound barrier around the courtyard; inside, every sound was crystal clear, but from the street, it was silent. He had also subtly blocked Nuanyue’s meridians, keeping her paralyzed.

If she got up to stop them, or even if she tried to "relieve" herself while her desire was this high, the plan wouldn’t work. He had to keep her simmering.

Nuanyue, unaware of the magic involved, assumed it was her own failing health and the shock of the moment that kept her pinned. Since she couldn’t move and couldn’t block out the sounds, she was forced to be an audience of one.

The talk in the courtyard grew increasingly explicit. When she heard Wang Yue admit he fantasized about her—that he couldn’t even look at her without getting an erection—her heart did a frantic dance. Part of her was appalled that her nephew would think of his aunt that way.

But another part of her—the woman who hadn’t been desired in years—felt a surge of primal pride. Even at forty, she could still bring a young stallion to his knees.