Chapter 164: The Business of Pleasure [3] [R18]

The soundproofed walls of the cabin muffled her cries, but inside the carriage, the air grew heavy, thick with the scent of raw, unrestrained lust.

Shen Yu didn’t slow down after her first peak. Instead, his fingers drove back inside her with a harder, deeper rhythm, hammering ruthlessly against her swollen walls. Meng Yan’s back arched sharply against his chest, her hips jerking forward involuntarily as his relentless pace kept her locked in a state of continuous, trembling friction.

With his other hand, he took hold of her fine, emerald-green silk robes. With a single, aggressive pull, the delicate fabric tore apart with a sharp rip, exposing her heavy, full breasts to the dim amber light of the cabin.

Shen Yu gripped one of her large breasts with a heavy, possessive hand, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to leave deep indentations of his fingers. He caught her pert nipple between his index finger and thumb, twisting and pinching the sensitive bud until she cried out, her head rolling back as a loud, breathless moan finally tore from her throat.

"Ahhh! Yu’er... it’s too much—ah!"

Shen Yu ignored her pleas, his lips breaking the kiss only to trail down her neck, leaving deep crimson marks along her collarbones.

His lower hand pulled out of her soaking wet depth for a brief second, only to slide upward and ruthlessly pinch her engorged clit.

The sharp, sudden burst of stimulation made her entire body shudder violently on his lap. He rolled the sensitive nub aggressively before driving his fingers straight back inside her drowning walls, while his upper hand continued to grope, knead, and twist her full breasts.

The dual assault was entirely overwhelming. Meng Yan was completely frantic, her hands clawing helplessly at the leather seats and his broad shoulders as he systematically dismantled her composure.

Every thrust of his long fingers sent a fresh wave of liquid heat cascading through her thighs, her internal muscles pulsing frantically around his hand.

Suddenly, Shen Yu hooked his fingers deeply inside her, curling them upward to strike her most sensitive, hidden spot with raw, unyielding force.

The impact was instantaneous. Meng Yan’s hazel eyes rolled back into her head, her jaw falling open in a silent, breathless scream of pure ecstasy. Her spine snapped taut, her back arching violently like a bowstring drawn to its absolute limit.

A heavy, volcanic spasm ripped through her core. Unable to contain the sheer pressure of the climax, she erupted.

A powerful, continuous stream of her slick, clear fluids squirted violently outward from between her thighs, spraying through the air of the cabin like a sudden, torrential rain falling against the plush silk curtains and the mahogany paneling.

Her internal walls clamped down around his hand in a desperate, suffocating vice, pulsing in rhythm with the heavy rain of her release.

Just as her body finally went limp, collapsing heavily against his chest while she gasped for air, the forward motion of the carriage slowed to a smooth, definitive stop.

The glowing runes on the soundproof walls flickered slightly as the small sliding partition at the front of the cabin was tapped softly from the outside. The low, respectful voice of the Tang driver cut through the fading echoes of their heavy breathing.

"Young Master, Matriarch Meng, we have arrived at the gates of the Tang Estate."

Shen Yu heard the announcement, a dark, satisfied smirk tracing his lips. He looked down at Meng Yan, capturing her mouth one last time in a deep, possessive kiss that tasted heavily of her own wild release.

Pulling back with a wet pop, he gave her full, flushed breast a firm, parting smack, making the soft flesh jiggle beneath his palm. He stood up effortlessly, leaving the proud Matriarch sprawled helplessly on the silk cushions, her hazel eyes glazed and completely hazy as she stared up at him in a daze.

Standing at his full height, Shen Yu quietly circulated his pristine True Qi. A subtle, invisible wave of energy rippled across his frame, instantly vaporizing every trace of sweat, saliva, and stray fluids from his flawless skin and garments.

After adjusting his pristine white robes back into an impeccable, saintly alignment, he glanced down at the ruined beauty one last time.

"Good night, my love," he murmured smoothly.

With that, he stepped out of the carriage and onto the cobblestones of the estate courtyard. Standing near the grand gates were Yilan and Lixue. Having taken a faster carriage, the mother and daughter had arrived just before them.

The moment Shen Yu stepped into the moonlight, both women fixed him with a heavy, rawly lustful gaze, their keen senses immediately picking up the thick, unmistakable scent of Meng Yan’s freshly spent intimacy radiating from him.

Shen Yu met their eyes, his expression shifting back into a calm, commanding veneer as he walked up to them. Without a hint of hesitation, they fell into step on either side of his towering 6’5" frame as they walked inside the quiet mansion.

As they reached the secluded inner corridor, Shen Yu paused and turned to them, his deep voice dropping to a low, authoritative murmur. "Aunt Yilan, Lixue... both of you should come to my room tonight. I need to thoroughly discuss the details of what I just negotiated with Matriarch Meng."

The breath instantly hitched in the throats of both the mother and the daughter.

A heavy, electric silence hung in the air. They weren’t fools. They knew with absolute certainty that this was no mere political discussion.

Yilan and Lixue stole a brief, trembling glance at one another, their hearts hammering against their ribs as the reality settled in, they were both going to be claimed by this man tonight, side-by-side. The taboo, intoxicating thrill of a mother and daughter sharing the same master sent a violent jolt of liquid heat straight to their respective cores.

They followed him like submissive shadows. The moment they entered Shen Yu’s spacious quarters, the heavy wooden doors clicked shut, locking out the rest of the world.

Before they could even turn around, Shen Yu stepped forward and pulled both of them ruthlessly into his broad embrace.

His large, powerful hands locked onto their hips, sliding down to brutally grope and squeeze both of their asses at the same time. The sheer force of his grip made both Yilan and Lixue let out a loud, synchronized moan that echoed against the bedroom walls.

Shen Yu leaned down, his golden eyes burning with a wicked dominance as his gaze locked onto Lixue’s completely flushed, trembling face.

A dark, sinful smile touched his lips as he murmured, "Tell me, Lixue... don’t you want to see exactly where you came from, and experience firsthand how you were born?"