"C-Can you give Spirit upgrading fruit to me as well... Will it work on me too?!" She uttered getting close to him and hugging him, greed flashing in her eyes.
Outrageous... Her body is more ripe and voluptuous with extremely large breasts... Why should only that slut get the reward, it makes no sense. It's unfair.
"Do you not want to give your mother anything?! Didn't my little Tianmo stretch his mother with his big rod... Nnn..."
Tianmo looked down at the woman clinging to him like a desperate vine. Her massive, soft breasts were pressed against his arm. She toched his abs, slowly, teasingly, and sliding towards his erection but not yet there.
"Look... My son is so grown up, what's good about Uncle's wife... Look at me, my pussy blogs to your father, isn't it better to ruin me, your mother?♡"
Madam Zhu's voice was a thick, viscous honey, dripping with a feigned innocence that barely masked the ravenous hunger beneath.
She pressed her body closer, her massive, H-cup breasts molding against his arm like soft, heated dough. She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, inhaling his scent deeply, her eyes fluttering shut in exaggerated ecstasy.
"Uncle's wife... she is just a dry well compared to this mother...♡" she whispered, her hand sliding down his stomach to grip his cock, which was still slick with Biyue's saliva. "Look at this... It's still so hard. It needs a real woman's touch... A mother's touch... A soft, gentle, maternal love♡"
She stroked him slowly, her fingers expertly tracing the veins, her touch designed to soothe and arouse simultaneously.
She was playing the role of the doting mother, the benevolent matriarch offering comfort to her weary son, but her eyes told a different story.
They were burning with a cold, calculated greed.
The Spirit Upgrade Fruit... To a cultivator, it was the elixir of life. To Madam Zhu, it was the key to heavens ascending as a fairy. She didn't care about dignity. She didn't care about morality. She only cared about power.
"That woman... she is nothing but a vessel of greed," Madam Zhu murmured, her lips brushing against Tianmo's ear. "She used her body to trade for a fruit... But this mother? This mother is doing it for you...♡"
She got on her toes, and bit her earlobe gently, her tongue darting out to taste the salt of his skin. "I want to help you release your burden, Tianmo... I want to help you cultivate... I want to be the one who drains you dry, so you can soar to the heavens...♡"
She guided his hand to her chest, pressing his palm flat against the heavy, soft mound of her breast. Her heart was hammering against his skin, a frantic, rhythmic drumbeat of excitement.
"Feel that?" she whispered. "It beats for you... Only for you...Nn♡"
Logic?! Never heard of it.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide and shimmering with unshed tears, her expression the picture of selfless devotion. It was a performance worthy of the finest stage, a masterclass in the art of 'Green Tea' manipulation—feigning purity and victimhood while ruthlessly pursuing her own agenda and undermining others.
"Please... Son... Don't let that slut win..." she whimpered, her voice trembling. "Show me that I am the only one who can truly satisfy you... Show me that I am the best woman in the Wang Family...♡"
"Oh!" He raised his eyebrows, pulling her closer, his hands moving from her breast to her buttocks, squeezing them through her robe.
"Hnnn...♡" Madam Zhu gasped, the sound a mix of surprise and submission, though her eyes betrayed a triumphant glint. She leaned into his touch, her body molding against his like soft clay, her massive breasts pressing against his chest with a heavy, suffocating warmth.
"Son... You are so eager... Does my Tianmo want to nurse from Mother?♡" she cooed, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She reached up, her fingers trembling with exaggerated nervousness, and pulled the sash of her robe, letting the silk fall open.
Her body was a landscape of carnal excess. Her skin was pale and creamy, glowing with the health of a cultivator, but it was her sheer volume that demanded attention. Her breasts were gargantuan, heavy globes of flesh that seemed to defy gravity, sitting high on her chest with light, swollen areolas that looked like ripe plums ready to burst.
She took his hand, guiding it to the heavy valley of her cleavage. "They are so full... so heavy with maternal love...♡" she whispered, pressing his fingers deep into the soft, yielding mounds. "Biyue is like a board... flat and hard. But Mother... Mother is soft... Mother is a pillow for your weary head...♡"
She looked up at him through her lashes, her gaze a vortex of feigned innocence and calculated lust. "Don't you want to bury your face here? Don't you want to lose yourself in Mother's softness?"
Tianmo's expression remained unchanged, his eyes cold voids that reflected her naked form without a hint of desire. Yet, his hand moved, his fingers sinking into the abundant flesh, testing its weight and texture. It was undeniably impressive—soft, warm, and incredibly responsive to his touch.
"Softness is merely an excess of flesh," Tianmo stated, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against her chest. "It offers no resistance. It is a cushion for the weak, not a forge for the strong."
He squeezed harder, his grip turning bruising, his fingers digging deep into the tissue until Madam Zhu gasped, her eyes widening in a mixture of pain and shock.
"Guuuh...♡ S-So strong...♡" she moaned, her body trembling not from fear, but from a dark, masochistic thrill. She liked the pain. It made her feel owned. "Yes... Mark your mother... Claim this soft body as your own...♡"
She ground her hips against him, her wet pussy sliding against his thigh, leaving a slick trail of desire. "I am wet... Your mother is wet for you...♡" she whispered, her voice a siren's song. "I have been wet since I saw you in the springs... My womb aches for you, Tianmo... It aches to be filled with your dragon seed...♡"
She reached down, her hand wrapping around his cock, which was still hard as iron. She stroked him with a practiced, rhythmic motion, her thumb brushing against the sensitive slit.
"Look at this poor thing... It's still so angry...♡" she cooed, her eyes locked onto his. "Let Mother soothe it... Let Mother take it all inside...♡"
She didn't wait for an answer. She turned around, placing her hands on the edge of the bed, right next to the unconscious Biyue. She arched her back, sticking her massive, heart-shaped ass out in offering.
"Look at this... This is the ass of your mother, something that used to belong to your father.... Fufu...♡"
Madam Zhu wiggled her hips, the heavy, pale flesh rippling like water. She reached back, spreading her cheeks wide, exposing the tight, forbidden star of her anus and the glistening, swollen folds of her pussy below. The scent of her arousal was thick in the air, a musky, spicy perfume that mingled with the lingering smell of sex from Biyue's ordeal.
"Doesn't it look delicious?♡" she teased, her voice a sultry purr. "It's so much softer than that Biyue... It has more cushion for the pushing...♡"
She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with a triumphant greed. She had him. She knew she had him. What man could resist this? What man could resist the ultimate taboo, the chance to claim his father's woman right next to his defeated rival?
"Come, Tianmo...♡" she whispered, wiggling her ass again. "Come and claim your prize. Fill this mother's furnace with your fire... Let me forget your father and enjoy the euphoria of a son's cock...♡"
Tianmo looked at her, his expression unchanging. Yet, there was a subtle shift in his posture, a predatory tension that coiled in his muscles. What an art of words.
Without a word, he moved behind her, his cock pressing against her dripping slit.
Madam Zhu's breath hitched in her throat. It was happening. It was actually happening. She was going to get the fruit. She was going to ascend. She was going to leave everyone else behind, especially that Biyue. She was going to—
"Ahhh!♡" she gasped as Tianmo grabbed her hips with bruising force, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her buttocks like he was kneading dough.
Smack!!!
"Hnnnggg!♡"
Madam Zhu cried out, the sound tearing from her throat as a sharp, stinging pain bloomed across her right buttock. The impact was heavy, his hand leaving a red, angry print on her pale skin that throbbed in time with her racing heart.
"Son... You... You spanked me... Naughty... Nnnn" she whimpered, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and a dark, bubbling excitement. She looked back at him, her eyes wide and watery, feigning a hurt innocence that was completely at odds with the way her pussy clenched around empty air. "Did Mother do something wrong?♡"
Tianmo didn't answer. He raised his hand again and brought it down on her left cheek with equal force.
Smack!!!
"KYAAAAH!♡"
The scream was louder this time, echoing in the room. Madam Zhu's body jerked forward, her massive breasts swaying heavily beneath her, the nipples dragging against the sheets. The pain was sharp, radiating through her buttocks and settling deep in her core, a throbbing heat that made her toes curl.
"Silence," Tianmo commanded, his voice cold. "A tool does not question the hand that wields it. If you wish to be treated like a mother, act with dignity. If you wish to be a furnace, accept the stoking."
He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, positioning her exactly as he wanted. He then began to rub her slit continuously...
"Hnn... Annnggg.... Ahhh..." Madam Zhu's voice was a broken, breathless mantra, her mind struggling to process the conflicting signals of pain and pleasure. Each slap was a thunderclap that rattled her bones, yet the heat that spread from the impact was a wildfire, consuming her reason and leaving behind a primal, animalistic need.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The rhythmic spanking continued, a relentless percussion that turned her pale buttocks a deep, angry crimson. The flesh rippled with every blow, jiggling like gelatin, the sight obscene and mesmerizing.
"Haah... Haah...♡" Madam Zhu gasped, her tears flowing freely now, ruining her makeup. She buried her face in the sheets to muffle her screams, her hands clutching the fabric until her knuckles turned white.
He didn't stop... He continued to rub her slit with his cock, making her moan nonstop, while slapping her. Before anything else, her body began to shake violently.
"AAAAHHHH!♡"
Madam Zhu's body arched violently, her spine bending like a bow as the orgasm crashed over her with the force of a tsunami. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth opening in a silent scream of ecstasy.
Her pussy convulsed, the inner walls clamping down rhythmically, desperate to trap the source of the pleasure.
A gush of fluids sprayed from her entrance, coating Tianmo's cock and balls in a sticky, fragrant shower. Orgasm + ejaculation.
"Hnnnnggg...♡ So... So good...♡ haa, haah."
She collapsed forward, her massive breasts squishing against the mattress, her body twitching in the aftershocks. She was panting, her chest heaving, her mind a haze of white light and endorphins.
She had cum. She had cum just from the spanking and the rubbing, without him even entering her. The realization was humiliating, yet it filled her with a dark, twisted pride. She was sensitive. She was fertile. She was the perfect vessel.
"Did I... Did I do well, Son?♡" she whimpered, her voice hoarse, looking back at him with eyes swimming in tears and lust. "Is Mother's pussy wet enough for you now?♡"
She wiggled her hips, the red, bruised flesh of her buttocks jiggling enticingly. "Please... Put it in... Put it in your mother...♡"
Tianmo looked down at the sight before him. Madam Zhu was a mess—a masterpiece of debauchery. Her massive ass was glowing red, marked by his handprints, and her pussy was dripping, the pink flesh swollen and pulsing.
"No... Beg me further, make me more excited, if you manage to make me excited with your words, I will add one more reward," Tianmo said, his voice a low, dangerous vibration that seemed to resonate in the marrow of her bones.
Madam Zhu felt a lump in her throat as if a massive load of cum was there. The fruit was already within her grasp, a tangible reality shimmering in the air between them. But another reward? The greed in her heart flared like a supernova, incinerating the last remnants of her dignity.
She was a woman who had sold her soul for ambition; what was a little more degradation in the face of godhood?
She turned her head, resting her cheek against the cool silk sheets, her eyes locking onto his with a gaze that was equal parts desperation and calculation.
She needed to tap into his darkest desires, the ones he kept hidden even from himself. She needed to be the mirror that reflected his depravity.
"Tianmo..." she whispered, her voice dropping to a husky, sultry purr that dripped with forbidden nectar.
"Do you know what your father is doing right now? He is in his study... counting his spirit stones... thinking he is the master of this house... thinking he owns this body..."
She reached back, her hand sliding between her legs to spread her pussy lips wide, exposing the wet, quivering flesh to his cold gaze. She was gaping open, a pink, wet invitation that pulsed with need.
"But he doesn't own anything...♡" she moaned, a single tear sliding down her cheek, a perfect imitation of a tragic heroine. "He is weak. His cock is small... like a withered bean sprout... He has never touched me here... not really... He has never reached the depths that you are going to reach...♡"
She wiggled her hips, the red, bruised flesh of her buttocks rippling. "He thinks I am a virtuous wife... a loyal mother... But tonight, I am going to become your whore...♡"
The word hung in the air, heavy and obscene.
"I want you to ruin me, Son...♡" she continued, her voice rising in pitch, becoming a frantic chant.
"I want you to fuck me so hard that I can't even remember his name...♡" Madam Zhu's voice was a breathless, desperate whine, her eyes rolling back as she ground her hips against the air, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and dark, masochistic ecstasy.
She looked back at him, her gaze heavy with lust and calculation. "Imagine it, Tianmo... Imagine your father walking in right now... Imagine seeing his son mounting his wife, his beloved Zhu...♡"
She reached back, grabbing her own bruised buttocks, spreading them wide to expose the winking, forbidden star of her anus and the drooling mess of her pussy below.
"What would he do? Would he cry? Would he beg? Or would he just stand there, his little cock shriveling up in shame, realizing he is nothing compared to you?♡"
She licked her lips, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, as if sharing a secret with the devil himself. "He is just a steward... a caretaker... But you... You are the Owner... You are the Dragon...♡"
"Claim your property, Tianmo... Breed your father's wife... Make me carry a child that has his blood but your soul...♡ Let's corrupt this family together... Let's turn the Wang Family into a den of sin where the son rules and the father watches...♡"
The words were poison, sweet, and deadly. They painted a picture of such utter depravity, such a complete shattering of moral taboos, that the air in the room seemed to thicken with the weight of the sin.
Madam Zhu's body was on fire. The spanking had sensitized her skin, making every brush of air against her bruised buttocks feel like a lick of flame. Her pussy was clenching rhythmically, a desperate, empty ache that demanded to be filled.
"Please...♡" she sobbed, her tears mixing with the sweat on her face. "Don't let your father's property go to waste... Use it... Abuse it... Make it yours... Breed the fertile womb of your mother."
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Note: She is not the biological mother, it's Madam Cai.