RA-56

Record of the Enchanting Mother and Beautiful Wife (The World's Number One Beautiful Mother Sword Immortal) Chapter 56 

Those shameful words, spoken by Lingxi, entered my ears, passed through my brain, and transformed into an intense, almost pathological pleasure that ran down my neck and tailbone, finally attacking my crotch. The rough fabric rubbed against that pink "head," producing such strong pleasure that I sucked in a cold breath, but each heavy inhale moved my body, triggering the next wave of sensation. 

My body's instinctive "dodging" forced me to stick my butt out and arch my back, a posture so ridiculous I couldn't help but find it funny myself. 

I forcibly suppressed the perverse pleasure in my heart, trying to steady my breath. 

At this moment, it felt like I couldn't look or listen yet I couldn't stop the sounds from reaching my ears. Those lascivious moans turned into invisible hands, grabbing, pulling, and tormenting me. 

"Brother Wang, do you like being with me... or with mother-in-law more..." 

While using my spiritual sense to hide my presence, my senses became several times sharper. The sound of Wang Zheng swallowing nervously reached my ears. I guessed he had no idea how to answer that question or maybe, could he even answer it at all? Or perhaps, when my breath was unsteady earlier, he noticed me? 

I had stopped peeking at the scene inside, but now I raised my head to glance through the crack again. 

Wang Zheng's strong body was now completely hidden behind the pillar whether intentionally or not, I couldn't tell. Lingxi was no longer on the wooden table, but crouched by the pillar, holding a strange "branch" that seemed to grow from the wood, stroking it back and forth, occasionally sticking out her little tongue to attack the top of the "branch." "Brother Wang... why aren't you... answering me..." 

Lingxi's words weren't very clear with her tongue out, but they were understandable. 

Wang Zheng still didn't reply, only coughed lightly, sounding nervous, his throat tight and itchy. 

His nervousness naturally came from me. Last time at the inn, I had shown no mercy, killing the barbarian who insulted my mother with a sword through the throat. 

But what Lingxi said next was like tearing away the last fig leaf... 

"Brother Wang... think about it carefully, the last time at the inn... if my husband really wanted to... would you have only gotten this little injury..." 

My heart thudded like a lemon being squeezed, the sourness in my chest spreading through my body... 

A long time passed. 

In my line of sight... Wang Zheng's large hand slowly extended from behind the pillar... 

His big hand cupped Lingxi's cheek and the back of her head, fingers interlaced, "holding" her head and guiding her toward the pillar, while that "branch" thrust deep into Lingxi's throat. From the side, her neck bulged, her mouth wide open, and even so, she couldn't fit the whole "branch" in. 

Crystal-clear drool slid down from Lingxi's lips. "Gul... gag... gul... gag... gag..." 

Lingxi's throat made faint whimpering sounds, as if in pain, but her upturned eyes, the subtle expression at the corners, seemed to show enjoyment. 

"Li... little... little slut..." 

Wang Zheng's silence was suddenly broken. Though he stuttered, every word hit Lingxi like a hammer of pleasure, and struck me as well. 

Lingxi shook her head, "escaping" Wang Zheng's hand, then spat out the "branch," her tongue licking the drool from her lips. She stood up and stretched out her arms: "Brother... hold me..." 

His big hand slipped under her armpits, lifting her onto the "branch." The long skirt hid everything from my view, but from the bulge at the hem under her butt, I knew that "branch" must be passing between her legs. 

As Lingxi adjusted her body in the air, her legs wrapped around Wang Zheng, and the bulge disappeared. "Ah mm~" 

Lingxi lifted her face, mouth open, letting out satisfied moans and pleas: 

"Brother..." 

Then, two big hands moved to her butt, kneading through the skirt, fingers gripping her flesh, moving her back and forth or up and down. 

"Ah mm brother... it's so big... so deep..." Lingxi's petite body swayed with his hands, her moans growing more urgent: "Brother~~ faster... harder..." 

Their movements grew more intense, their breathing and the sound of clothes rubbing becoming more urgent. I noticed Lingxi's hand, hanging down, slowly gathering her skirt in her fist, then slowly lifting it. The first thing I saw was the thick base of the "branch," then the pink, tender flesh and slightly swollen lips it drew out... 

And the continuous flow of sparkling fluid, as endless as her moans... 

I "quietly" left. In my last glimpse, I saw the big hand rise and fall, now on bare flesh, kneading her butt until it was misshapen, red marks showing between the fingers. Golden sunlight slanted through the window, dyeing that redness, blending with the bitter medicinal scent in the air, evoking last night's taboos. In my mind, Lingxi my wife her kneaded butt overlapped with my mother's "mature" white peach... 

... 

... 

I "fled" back to my own room, the midday sun stinging my eyes. 

My pants were already soaked with sweat and shame, the sticky fabric rubbing my crotch, as if mocking me. 

I trembled as I changed into dry pants, my fingers refusing to obey, my mind awash with Lingxi's moans and my mother's "white peach," tides I couldn't dispel. 

That red mark was like a brand, burning me. 

Weak and weary, I collapsed on the bed, the wooden frame creaking, whispering something. 

Looking at the rafters above, the sunlight cast mottled shadows through the window, their shapes like the entwined forms of Lingxi and Wang Zheng. 

Slowly, my vision and consciousness blurred, a strange state of "no-self" enveloped me my body and mind empty, like a puppet, only blinking occasionally, otherwise motionless, my thoughts even more reluctant to move. 

Soon, I felt "myself" float out of my body, rising lightly, higher and higher, until I "saw" myself a figure lying flat on the bed, with an odd, twisted smile at the lips. I didn't dare meet "his" eyes, but looked around and floated higher. 

I looked around the walls, rafters, dust motes in the sunlight everything was clearer than ever. Finally, I passed through the roof, which "disappeared." I saw Lingxi and Wang Zheng still "entwined," and besides the joining I had seen, their two pink tongues were chasing and twining, the wet, lewd sounds like a second pair of sex organs joined... 

I saw my mother's room. On the table inside, there were all kinds of colorful, gossamer-thin stockings. 

She hummed a little tune, slowly trying them on, her long legs glowing with jade light under the stockings. 

The tight red qipao she wore was one I'd never seen before, hugging her body, outlining her voluptuous curves. The huge cutout at the chest seemed split by her deep cleavage, and the skirt was slit up to the waist a design that could only be called "wanton." 

I also saw the two senior brothers, arms full of packages, laughing as they entered the courtyard. They went to Mother's room, the wooden door creaked open, and Mother leaned in the doorway, red lips curled in a wicked smile, meeting their greedy gazes. I seemed to hear Mother's voice, charming as water, mixed with laughter, scolding, and teasing... 

Heh heh... 

Seeing their happy, blissful faces, I actually laughed out loud. 

I suppose that smile was as twisted as the one on the "me" lying on the bed, and the spiritual energy in my body seemed to boil. An unprecedented feeling swept through me, and only then did I realize... 

I might have truly stepped into the Fate-Knowing Realm. 

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, my soul snapped back into my body, the sourness in my chest turning hot and warm, as if fueling this breakthrough... 

... 

When I woke again, the evening sunlight poured quietly through the window. I felt my spiritual energy more abundant than ever had I really broken through? 

I was about to get up when a soft force pulled at my arm. Turning my head, I saw Lingxi, who had somehow curled up beside me, her petite body clinging to my arm, her cheek pressed against it. 

"Husband... you're awake..." 

Lingxi's face was flushed, her eyes shy but expectant, her voice coquettish, still echoing the moans from the pharmacy. 

"Mm... little slut... when did you come back?" 

I wanted to ask what she'd been doing, but why bother? 

"Just now, not long ago..." 

"Ah... that long." I sighed. 

Then my eyes met hers Lingxi's gaze was clear but rippling with desire, both pure and seductive, truly beautiful... 

"So beautiful..." 

I couldn't help but praise her aloud. 

"Husband... do I look good?" 

Lingxi's lips curled in a mischievous smile, just like the one Mother often wore, making me pause. "Hm?" 

Seeing my confusion, Lingxi continued: 

"It's just... just... when I lifted my skirt, it was for you to see, you know... didn't you see it..." 

"Little slut." 

I growled through gritted teeth, not expecting Lingxi to have noticed me then. Lingxi giggled, hugged my arm tighter, her cheek pressing close, carrying a faint musky scent: 

"Husband... do you like it?" 

... 

... 

"I like it..."