Urban Seduction: Housewives Club-Chapter 557 587: Bliss Amidst Buddha’s Chants (2)

Seeing his expression, Miao Chan's heart ached. She bit her lip and said, "Alright, but please hurry." She thought that if he finished quickly, she could endure the overwhelming pleasure.

"Thank you!" Ye Fei said, wasting no time. He swiftly undressed her and positioned her delicate body.

Placing his member at her moist entrance, Ye Fei said, "It might hurt a little at first. You'll need to bear with it."

"Mmm," Miao Chan nodded, her face flushed not from embarrassment but from the intense sensations Ye Fei's touch evoked.

With her consent and her body ready, Ye Fei pushed forward, penetrating her tight entrance in one swift motion.

"Ah!" Miao Chan cried out in pain, her limbs instinctively wrapping around Ye Fei.

"Shh, it'll pass soon," Ye Fei soothed, gently caressing her body to ease her discomfort.

After a while, the pain subsided, replaced by a strange, pleasurable itch. Miao Chan's body began to move involuntarily.

Seeing her discomfort fade, Ye Fei began to move, gently thrusting into her while caressing her sensitive areas.

Miao Chan was overwhelmed by the conflicting sensations—the pleasure of Ye Fei's member rubbing against her inner walls and the guilt of indulging in such worldly desires.

"Namo Amitabha…" Miao Chan began chanting Buddhist scriptures amidst her pleasure.

Ye Fei paused, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

Miao Chan opened her eyes, looking troubled. "I feel like this is blasphemous. I need to chant to repent."

"Didn't you say the body is just a vessel? As long as your heart remains pure, it's fine," Ye Fei said, somewhat exasperated.

Miao Chan, unable to lie, admitted, "But I also enjoy this feeling. It's a sign of corruption."

"If you enjoy it, then embrace it for now. You can repent later," Ye Fei suggested.

Miao Chan thought for a moment and agreed, stopping her chanting. "Then continue."

"Good," Ye Fei resumed his movements.

With her guilt temporarily set aside, Miao Chan fully embraced the pleasure, her body moving in sync with Ye Fei's thrusts as she moaned softly.

"Tell me, how does it feel? Does your pussy feel good? Do you like me fucking you?" Ye Fei whispered in her ear.

Miao Chan, now understanding the terms, nodded. "My pussy feels so good when you fuck me!"

"Then who's better—me or Buddha?" Ye Fei teased.

Miao Chan was startled. In the throes of pleasure, she had momentarily forgotten her devotion. "I… I don't know," she stammered.

Ye Fei increased his pace, hitting her sensitive spot with each thrust. "Tell me, how do you really feel?"

Miao Chan, unable to lie, confessed, "You're better. I love it when you fuck me. It feels so good!"

"Then I'll fuck you every day, okay?"

"Yes, please fuck me every day…" Miao Chan murmured, her body convulsing as she reached her climax. Ye Fei released inside her, filling her with his essence.

Miao Chan's orgasm was intense, leaving her utterly spent. She had no energy left to chant or even speak, her mind consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.

When she finally recovered, she knelt and began chanting Buddhist scriptures, her heart torn between her devotion and her newfound desires.

Ye Fei, realizing it would take time to fully change her, decided to be patient. After all, she was with him now, and even if she returned to her sect, Nun Mieyin would likely send her back. He had plenty of time to guide her.

Unbeknownst to Ye Fei, Miao Chan's heart was already wavering. The intense pleasure had shaken her resolve, and she was increasingly drawn to him. Her chanting was more out of habit than true repentance.

Miao Chan's rapid change might seem surprising, but it made sense. Though she had grown up in a strict sect, her innocence made her more susceptible to worldly temptations. Unlike those who had experienced and transcended such desires, she was easily swayed.

Ye Fei, unaware of his imminent success, stayed with Miao Chan for a while. When she seemed absorbed in her chanting, he dressed and left the tent, knowing his mothers would have questions.

Sure enough, as soon as he stepped out, he saw Liu Yiru, Shui Ying, and Chen Yourong waiting for him. The others were nowhere to be seen, likely sent away for privacy.

"You little rascal, explain yourself," Liu Yiru said with a smile. "What's the story with the pretty little nun?"

Ye Fei, unwilling to hide anything from his mothers, recounted the events of the previous day. "I knew Nun Mieyin would send her."

"I should've guessed," Liu Yiru laughed. "You'd never let that old nun off so easily. It was all for the little nun, wasn't it? Such a beauty wasted in the Buddhist sect."

"That's why I had to save her," Ye Fei said with a grin, relieved that his mother didn't disapprove.

"Save her? Don't make yourself sound so noble," Shui Ying teased. "We all know it's just your lust."

Ye Fei laughed. "Shui Ying knows me best. But one little nun isn't enough to satisfy me. I'm still pent up. How about you show me some mercy?" He lunged at Shui Ying, pulling her into his arms and groping her breasts.

Shui Ying, extremely sensitive from Ye Fei's previous attentions, melted at his touch. However, remembering that Shui Rou and the others were nearby, she resisted the urge to give in. She slipped out of his grasp with a laugh and pushed Liu Yiru toward him. "Let your real mother take care of you. She's the one who loves you most."

Liu Yiru, unbothered by the audience, kissed Ye Fei before pulling away. "It's broad daylight. Go play with Zhilin and the others. We'll handle your little nun." With that, she entered the tent, followed by Shui Ying and Chen Yourong.

Relieved of his duties, Ye Fei followed his mother's advice and sought out Shui Rou and the others.

The next day and a half were filled with Ye Fei being "tormented" by his "aunt" Ye Zhilin, who bossed him around and caused no end of amusement for the others. Fortunately, the nights were spent with his mothers and Chen Yourong, making up for the day's frustrations.

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Finally, on December 1st, the long-awaited martial arts conference began.