RA-57

Record of the Enchanting Mother and Beautiful Wife (The World’s Number One Beautiful Mother Sword Immortal) Chapter 57 

“Husband… then… when did you find out?” Lingxi’s voice was silky and charming, both probing and seductive, her tone soft and teasing. 

At the same time, her slender hand quietly reached for my crotch, delicate fingers gently grasping my already swollen cock, stroking up and down, sending waves of aching pleasure. 

“What?” I didn’t quite catch her sudden question. 

“It’s… when you found me and Brother Wang in the pharmacy…” Lingxi’s hand paused for a moment, her fingertips sliding from the base to the swollen tip, bringing a tingling, numbing sensation. 

“Oh ah~… I heard you making those sounds, followed the noise, and found you.” 

I pretended to be casual, but the little minx’s finger began circling my slit, smearing the fresh precum around, the intense pleasure making my body twitch uncontrollably. 

“Naughty… who was making those sounds…” Lingxi pouted, her hand mercilessly increasing its tempo, her nails occasionally scraping my slit, the sharp stimulation shooting straight to my head. 

I clenched my teeth, letting out a low groan, my cock growing even harder. 

If I hadn’t already come once at noon, I might have lost control right then. 

“Mercy… mercy, wife…” I panted, my tone pleading. 

Lingxi saw me begging and flashed a victorious look. Though she spared my slit from further scraping, she didn’t let up on the swollen head, wrapping her palm around it and kneading in all directions, the intense pleasure burning down my spine. 

I grabbed her little hand, forcibly stopping the torment, gasping, “Are you trying to kill your husband, you little vixen!” 

I stared into her face, trying to read her thoughts from her pure yet lascivious expression. 

“Hehe, I just wanted to know when you found out.” 

Her big eyes blinked, shyness mixed with a glimmer, like ripples on a lake, making my heart flutter. 

Taking advantage of my distraction, her hand slipped free and attacked my cock again, this time targeting my even more vulnerable balls. As I sucked in a breath, her hand just softly massaged my sack, gently kneading. 

Ahh so good~! 

“When did you find out about me? And how?” I didn’t answer, but asked her back. 

“It was… when I was squatting there that I saw…” Lingxi lowered her head shyly, but her eyes betrayed a hint of recollection, as if reliving the feeling of that “branch” moving in and out of her throat. 

Seeing her lips curl into a mischievous smile like Mother’s, I felt a surge of urgency, wanting to know how she noticed my spying. “How did you know I was peeking?” 

“Hehe… Husband is so smart, but so silly now it was your shadow…” 

Lingxi giggled, her tone proud. 

I slapped my forehead, cursing my stupidity. 

The pharmacy was dim, but the midday sun cast my shadow clearly on the window. I’d been wondering if it was my aura leaking out that gave me away! Truly, heaven is merciless, light and shadow never lie. 

“Yeah, the pharmacy was dim, sunlight streaming in, my shadow on the window so obvious…” I said, mocking myself. 

“So, husband…?” Lingxi’s voice sounded again. 

“You little vixen, why do you keep asking when I found out?” I frowned, puzzled. 

“Aiya… I just… wanted to know how much you heard.” Lingxi’s voice dropped, growing softer and softer, almost inaudible. 

“Oh, the part where you told Brother Wang to relax?” 

“And before that?” Lingxi pressed, a hint of urgency in her tone. 

“You asked Wang Zheng who he liked?” 

“And before that?” Lingxi’s voice was even lower, almost a moan, tinged with unease. 

“Before that…” I frowned, trying to remember. 

The afternoon seemed short, but breaking into the Destiny Realm made time stretch out, dreamlike. 

“I vaguely remember you telling Wang Zheng not to call you princess, to call you little vixen.” 

“Oh…” Lingxi replied simply, a hint of relief in her expression. 

I felt like I was missing some crucial detail… 

“Hmm? Little vixen, why are you so hung up on when I found out? Are you hiding something?” I narrowed my eyes, rolling over to pin her beneath me. 

Her delicate body was boneless in my arms, the scent of medicine and sex mingling, like an enchanting mist teasing my nerves. 

I lifted her skirt, gazing at her stretched honeyed slit, the pink entrance twitching and tightening under my gaze, but still unable to close. 

Her little hole looked like a rain-soaked flower, exuding a deadly musk. 

I swallowed, a sourness rising in my chest, burning my throat. 

The hard pain below, like a branding iron, drove me to seek a soft haven. 

I lined up with her wet slit and slid in easily, the thin tightness reminding me of something. 

“Mm~…” Lingxi’s soft moan rang out, like a spring trickle falling into a deep pool. 

I couldn’t help but thrust harder, my pelvis smacking her butt with a crisp “pa.” 

“Mm ah… Husband… is it… is it…” Lingxi’s voice was broken by my thrusts, as if she was deliberately teasing me. 

“Little vixen, your hole is all loosened up by your Brother Wang…” I pulled out and shoved back in, pelvis slapping her butt again, but still feeling like I couldn’t reach the end. 

“Little vixen, what are you hiding from me?” My voice tightened, a hint of interrogation. 

“No… nothing… ah~… nothing, husband.” 

Lingxi’s moans were broken, as if my movements had left her dazed, but there was an undercurrent of relief. 

“No, you’re definitely hiding something, or you wouldn’t keep asking.” I narrowed my eyes, pulled out, and slammed back in. 

“Yah… ah…” Lingxi’s cry rose sharply, the end long and seductive. 

“Say it, little vixen.” I pulled out and thrust in again. 

“Ah~~ it’s…” 

“Say it.” 

“I don’t know… if husband heard… I was afraid… you’d be mad.” 

She looked at me, then quickly looked away, continuing: 

“Ah~… it’s… it’s that I said husband… is small…” 

At that moment, I felt every thrust was humiliating myself, this shame making me thrust as deep as I could, my cock twitching with intense pleasure, but I didn’t feel any semen come out. 

At last, I pulled out and rolled onto my back, watching my chest rise and fall, seeing my now-softening cock coated in thick white mucus… 

That was… 

I swallowed air, suppressing the tremors from twisted pleasure… 

“Husband~~” 

“Mm…?” 

“Pervert husband~~” 

“Mm… little vixen.” 

… 

…… 

… 

After cuddling with Lingxi for a while, I got dressed, my body drained dry, walking out the door with floating steps, as if treading on cotton. 

Remembering the senior brothers seemed to have returned, I headed to Mother’s courtyard. There, I saw Mother in her snow-white “wedding dress” and Old Hao. 

The two stood side by side. As soon as I entered, I felt the atmosphere was odd. Mother’s arms were crossed, almond eyes wide, lips pursed, occasionally shooting Old Hao a glare. Old Hao looked miserable, his tall frame hunched beside her. 

Before I could greet Old Hao, Mother, seeing me, suddenly grabbed his arm, signaling me to look closely at their outfits: 

“Son, look~…” 

I looked them over. Old Hao’s robe was exquisitely made, gold embroidery shining in the sunset. I’d seen this style before his second uncle wore it, probably reserved for the Longevity Sect’s leader. 

Though it looked grand, it clashed with Mother’s “wedding dress.” 

The white dress was light and flowing, like a blooming flower; the black robe was solemn and heavy, like a temple bell. 

Hmm… a strange sense of disharmony, as if the Dao was out of balance. 

If I had to say, they didn’t look like a couple about to be wed, but like an old man escorting his daughter to her wedding. I couldn’t help but chuckle Mother only thought about looking pretty, forgetting Old Hao wouldn’t have matching clothes. “Wife, this is my best outfit…” Old Hao said helplessly, but his eyes looked at Mother as if she were a priceless treasure. 

Yes, this must be his best only the sect leader could wear it, the style and material top-notch, but it still clashed with the wedding dress. 

Mother stomped her foot, the jade heels under her skirt tapping the ground, her dangerously low neckline heaving, snowy breasts rippling like waves, making me dizzy. She gritted her teeth: “Best, my ass. Tomorrow’s the wedding, and you want me to stand next to you dressed like a crow?” 

I tried not to laugh. What to do? Making a new outfit to match probably couldn’t be done in time tomorrow was the wedding, and Old Hao would leave after. 

I was about to suggest waiting, and wanted to brag about reaching the Destiny Realm, thinking I could protect her and go to the Longevity Sect together. 

But before I could speak, Old Hao shook his head at me. From his look, I saw he already knew I’d reached the Destiny Realm. Why was he shaking his head? 

Did he not want to delay the wedding? 

I knew to Old Hao, Mother was always the most beautiful, no matter what she wore. Marrying her had been his lifelong dream. 

Did he not want us to go to the Longevity Sect? 

I was puzzled, so I just asked directly: 

“Uncle Hao, what’s wrong? Why did you shake your head at me?” 

Might as well stir the pot, I thought. 

Old Hao looked pained, because Mother had grabbed his ear: 

“What are you signaling my son for? Why not just say it in front of me?” 

As her voice sharpened, she twisted his ear harder, making him grimace in pain. 

“Ah ah~ wife… I just wanted to remind him not to say anything rash while you’re angry…” 

Old Hao begged, looking innocent. 

Mother let go, snorted, and turned to me, chest still heaving, anger not gone: 

“What rash talk? My son can give me advice, but you, blockhead… Hmph. Son, what do you think we should do~” Mother turned to me, almost pouting for help. 

I coughed, glanced at Old Hao, ignoring his innocent look. 

“Mom, how about we change the date, so we can go to the Longevity Sect together…” As soon as I said it, I realized it was wrong. Sure enough, my ear ended up in Mother’s hand. “Brat, did you forget what happened last time with that sect?” 

“Mom, mom… ow… ow…” 

Hearing me beg, Mother let go, then gazed at Old Hao with teary eyes, continuing: “He’s about to become sect leader, how can I…” 

“Wife, I don’t mind.” 

“How can that be? You’re about to be sect leader, with so many in the sect it’s not like here.” 

Mother was thinking of Old Hao’s reputation. 

Yes, no matter how wild things got at home, that was private. Now things were different Old Hao would be sect leader, a different status. 

Suddenly, I remembered my plan to overturn the Longevity Sect wasn’t I setting us up… 

I sighed at the thought… 

Seeing Mother’s anxious look, I felt pity and heartache. 

Suddenly, I remembered the red qipao she wore this afternoon, styled for this cultivation world maybe it wouldn’t clash with Old Hao’s black robe. In a rush, I blurted out: “Mom, how about you wear that new qipao?” 

Mother’s eyes widened, “That’s… that’s not for a wedding… and…” She blushed bright red. 

Old Hao nodded, “Yes, that qipao is beautiful wife would look prettiest in it.” 

I felt like Old Hao hadn’t even seen it, yet he was praising it. “Good… good… you old turtle, you little turtle.” 

Mother was so mad she cursed, scolding both of us. 

After her outburst, I realized what I’d overlooked. If Mother really wore that high-slit qipao to her cherished “wedding banquet,” that would be… 

Especially since this time, the wedding would be at Old Hao’s house at the foot of the mountain, not up on the mountain…