Chapter 116: Mother-in-Law’s Test (2)

Ling Xueyan froze. She had thought the two of them only had mutual liking. She had not expected a real relationship already. She scolded, "Stinking brat, how old are you? How can you do that kind of thing?"

"I’m already very big, all right?" Her light scolding made his mind wander. He could not help making it a double meaning.

Ling Xueyan did not catch it. At his age a boy in his chuuni phase thinking he was grown and could do anything was the most ordinary thing in the world.

"Then what about my Xiao Xi? Can you face her?"

Mentioning Chen Xi did make him a little guilty. He said seriously, "Aunt Xue, I know this is a bit unfair to Xiao Xi, but Sister Lan is already mine. I can’t just abandon her, can I?"

In this era men with three wives and four concubines, women with three faces and four favorites, were all common. Ling Xueyan, raised in this age, had long been used to it. She was not truly angry, only a bit unhappy for her daughter.

Hearing him say that, she smiled instead. "At least you have a conscience. But from now on you can’t cold-shoulder my Xiao Xi because of her."

"Of course not." He said at once. "Xiao Xi and I have childhood-sweetheart feelings. No one can replace that."

"Mm. Aunt Xue believes you’re not a boy without backbone." She said, comforted.

There the topic was basically over, but the song had only just started. They could not walk off before one piece even ended.

So future mother-in-law and son-in-law kept moving with the beat.

After a stretch of silence, Ling Xueyan suddenly felt hot all over, and her heart thudded hard.

She was a woman with strong self-control. These three years she had been suppressing her body’s desire. She had not even used her own hand.

With her will and decent cultivation, that kind of desire was not hard to press down.

Right now she did not know what was wrong. She suddenly wanted it badly, and her body had become extremely sensitive. Just her chest pressing and rubbing lightly against Wang Yue’s chest already made her go soft all over, and there was already a wet, sticky feeling between her legs.

The feeling made her hungry and a little afraid. She did not know what was happening to her.

So when the song ended she immediately wanted to let him go.

"Let’s go."

Wang Yue held her slim waist tight and said, a bit awkward, "Aunt Xue, dance a little longer."

"What, you’re addicted already?" She asked, puzzled. Even now he still held that very stiff pose. Getting addicted like that was strange.

"Not addicted to dancing. It’s just not convenient to go out right now." He gave a dry laugh.

"Not convenient?" She wondered. "What’s wrong?"

He knew this could not go on and had to bite the bullet.

"Aunt Xue, I’m sorry. I’m hard."

"Hard?" For a moment she did not react. A moment later her pretty face flushed crimson. She cursed inside: this stinking brat, little pervert! Getting hard from dancing with his almost-mother-in-law.

"Then what do we do?" She had never faced this either and was at a loss. She also could not just leave him. The lights outside the dance floor were far less dim. If someone saw his condition after they went out, every bit of face would be gone.

Wang Yue looked around and pointed. "There are fewer people that way. Cover me over there and help me slip into one of those rest cubicles."

There was no other idea left. Ling Xueyan had to play along, pretend they were still dancing, and slowly edge toward the thinner crowd.

Then the music suddenly changed to a fast, hyped dance track, and people on the floor went from slow sway to wild.

They were all martial artists and never fussed over small things. Once they got high, who cared who stood beside them? Anyone who had come to play would not mind.

So the people on the floor danced as if they had walked into a club.

Wang Yue and Ling Xueyan happened to reach the most crowded middle, and some people with big movements inevitably bumped them.

Wang Yue was fine. With peak Nascent Soul cultivation, no one here could knock him.

Ling Xueyan was different. Her martial talent was only average, and she had put most of her energy into running the Chen Family’s businesses, so she was only first-layer Concentrate Spirit.

That realm was not low, but on this dance floor some people were still above her.

Like the older sister behind her now, whose cultivation was a bit higher, and who was so excited she completely failed to notice who stood beside her. One wide movement slammed hard into Ling Xueyan’s back.

Already unsettled, Ling Xueyan staggered from the heavy hit and fell against Wang Yue.

Afraid his almost-mother-in-law would go down, he instinctively tightened his arm around her waist.

For an instant both of them froze.

Just light contact had already kept him from going soft. Now warm jade and fragrance were in his arms, her tempting scent in his nose, and that pair of big soft breasts mashed hard against his chest.

They were so close that leaning back did nothing. His hard cock, through both their clothes, shoved heavily between Ling Xueyan’s thighs.

Because she wore heels it did not hit her most important place, but just being squeezed between mother-in-law’s thighs already made him lose control.

Ling Xueyan was even worse. Her breasts crushed against his chest, and a hard thing forced its way between her inner thighs. A numb, tingling rush rose from those spots straight into her brain, stoking the desire that had inexplicably soared, and in an instant it lit the fire she had pressed down for three years and made it explode.

In that moment her whole body went soft. She could barely stand.

When Wang Yue quickly adjusted and pulled their bodies apart again, she actually felt a strong reluctance.

Seeing her silent, he thought she was angry at the accidental offense and hurried to whisper, "Aunt Xue, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it."

She did not hear a word. Her mind was still tasting that fleeting feeling, especially that shove against her inner thigh.

So hard, and it seemed not small. Yue’er really had grown up.

Her thoughts ran wild. She even had an impulse to see the true face of that hard thing.

Seeing mother-in-law still say nothing, he panicked more. They had reached the edge of the floor. He felt it was better to leave this awkward scene first and let her calm down alone.

He looked around. People on the floor were still high. Martial artists who were not dancing were clustered in twos and threes talking cooperation. No one was watching this side.

He quickly pulled Ling Xueyan off the floor and said softly, "Aunt Xue, I’ll go in first. I’ll apologize to you in a bit."

Then he flashed into a small rest cubicle at the edge of the banquet hall.

There is a folk phrase, "worms of essence climbing the brain." It does not only mean men. Women are the same.

When desire is high, the way a person thinks is very different from usual, and they become daring enough for anything.

That was Ling Xueyan now. Seeing him go into the cubicle, she followed as if possessed.

Inside, Wang Yue was about to sit and calm down so that disobedient thing would soften, but before he sat, Ling Xueyan walked in and locked the door behind her.

"Aunt Xue, why did you come in too?" he asked, startled. Was she going to settle accounts right now?

"I came to look at you."