Starting with a Family System to Become an Immortal Official Chapter 43

The puddle spread slowly.

Madam Chen stood frozen as her thighs trembled.

『I... squirted... in front of my own daughter...』

Her face burned red.

This shattered every shred of dignity she had left.

But what happened next was a surprise.

Chen Jingshu’s sword lowered completely.

The towering war goddess stared at the puddle, then at her mother’s flushed, disheveled state, and her sharp brows knitted in genuine concern.

"Mother..."

Her deep voice softened.

"Forgive me. I... I disturbed you at an odd time. You must have been holding it for hours, and my sudden arrival forced your bladder to give way. This is my fault."

Madam Chen’s eyes snapped open.

She stared at her eldest daughter in utter disbelief.

『...She thinks I peed myself?』

The majestic elder’s lips parted, but no words came.

Her baby-like face was covered in confusion.

Then deep, maternal disappointment.

If her firstborn was this utterly clueless about the matters between men and women... then grandbabies were nothing more than a distant dream.

Chen Jingshu sheathed her sword and actually bowed her head.

"I apologize for intruding. Please, rest well. I will station no further guards tonight."

Her cold gaze flicked once more to Li Qingmu.

She wanted to turn him into an obedient woman.

But she hadn’t gotten the permission.

『I know mother didn’t lie about the welcome gift...』

She believed her mother’s flustered lie.

Questioning the elder’s word was unthinkable.

『I should leave.』

She hauled up a whimpering Fang Zichun by the collar and dragged him away.

The doors closed shut.

Madam Chen remained standing in her own mess with her jade thighs pressed tight.

『I’m safe...』

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Li Qingmu returned to his secluded abode on the outskirts of Fragrant Flower Peak.

Almost immediately, eyes began watching him.

Sometimes it was Fang Zichun hiding in the bushes with a gaggle of equally delicate junior brothers.

Sometimes it was Chen Jingshu herself.

It infuriated him.

Every day he couldn’t slip into her mother’s chambers made his blood boil.

His palms itched to land on that magnificent rear again.

To watch snow-white flesh ripple and redden under sharp smacks until she sobbed apologies into silk sheets.

He ached to squeeze those swollen, milk-heavy breasts until warm rivers burst past the tape sealing her puffy, fat nipples to drench her belly and thighs while she begged for mercy that never came.

He wanted to spread those thick cheeks and tease that trembling virgin ring.

"Life is unfair..."

A whole month passed in forced seclusion.

He sat cross-legged in quiet cultivation.

Ding!

[Host has obtained a strand of pure sword intent for breaking the tribulation chains binding your infant son. It has fused into your dantian and condensed into the seed of a divine sword organ!]

『With my physique nourishing it...』

Li Qingmu smiled.

『This could become something truly terrifying.』

He poured spiritual energy into the seed day and night to try and mature it.

But even cultivation could not fully distract him.

Letters started coming.

Delivered by one of Madam Chen’s most trusted personal guards.

A stern, silent woman who would bow, hand over a small scented envelope and vanish.

The first.

Young Master Li...

I know you are angry with me. I failed to stand firm before Jingshu that night. Please forgive this useless woman. Next time I will send her away immediately. Come back soon... I need your guidance. The constitution grows worse without your discipline.

—Chen Yuxuan.

The second, three days later.

My breasts have grown heavier again. The milk comes in waves now. This morning so much leaked that both layers of tape failed. I had to remain in chambers all day, pressing them myself to ease the ache. It hurts, Trainer... but thinking of your strong hands squeezing until I spill makes the pain sweet. Countless buckets are filled with my milk. It makes me feel like a cow. Please return.

The fifth.

I changed my panties four times today. They get soaked the moment I remember your fingers between my cheeks. I even purchased new ones... silk, lace, the kind young brides wear, not the plain cotton you mocked as "granny." Do you wish to see them? I will wear whichever color you command.

The ninth.

Tonight it twitched so violently I nearly collapsed during evening meditation. The flood came without warning. I ruined another set. My thighs tremble even now writing this. Trainer... this unfaithful wife is desperate. Punish me soon.

He read every letter with a trembling manhood.

This widow is truly shameless.

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Night fell across Fragrant Flower Peak.

From a flowering ridge overlooking Li Qingmu’s hidden abode, Fang Zichun and two of his delicate companions crouched behind spirit bushes.

"Senior Brother Zichun, are you well? Your brows have been furrowed all day."

Fang Zichun huffed, adjusting his silk sleeve.

"Why wouldn’t I be?"

"Well... Elder Sister only asked us to watch a few hours each day, so the intruder doesn’t grow suspicious. But we’ve been here from dawn till now. It’s full night. Do you truly hate that crude man so much?"

Fang Zichun’s painted lips twisted in disgust.

A good part of it was true.

He loathed the way Li Qingmu stood tall, spoke boldly and looked at him with open contempt.

He sighed dramatically.

"...Fine. Let us return to White Steam Pavilion. I need my evening bath and floral oils."

The two goons brightened immediately.

"Yes, Senior Brother!"

They gathered their cosmetic bags and left.

The moment their spiritual presence vanished, Li Qingmu opened one eye inside his abode.

He glanced out the window, confirmed the ridge was empty, and smiled slowly.

"Good. Now that the watchdogs are gone... I can focus on that other thing."

He rose and shuttered every window.

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White Steam Pavilion.

It rose like a palace amid clouds of fragrant mist.

The women’s bath occupied three-quarters of the grand structure.

Vast pools of steaming spiritual water.

They were separated by carved screens of jade and flowering vines.

The men’s section was a modest annex.

Hundreds of female disciples lounged in varying states of undress.

Some were wrapped in thin towels.

Others were already naked.

Full, proud breasts swaying, pink or dusky nipples stiff from the warm mist, round meaty hips and plump rear cheeks glistening as they walked.

A pair of junior sisters giggled near the edge.

One boldly reached to cup her senior’s heavy breast.

"Tee-hee! ♥️ Senior Sister’s nipples are always so sensitive after bathing~"

"Ouuuu! Impudent girl!"

The taller woman laughed and splashed water.

"If you keep playing like that, I’ll return the favor between your legs until you can’t stand."

Further in, a circle of female disciples sat close enough in the water that their shoulders touched.

"Bathing here really does wonders for circulation!"

One sighed as her head fell back while her slender fingers circled her clit.

"My qi flows twice as smooth after a good..."

Her eye twitched and her thighs squeezed together.

"...release ♥️"

Her eyes turned glassy out of self-pleasure.

The men’s side wasn’t far out.

Just across a thin spirit wall.

But decades had passed since any dared peek.

Not for lack of desire.

Every male disciple dreamed of glimpsing their senior and junior sisters in all their naked glory.

But fear outweighed lust.

The last who tried was dragged before Jingshu.

She had bound him to an ancient spirit peach tree.

Then wore her infamous iron-soled boots.

Once. Twice. Three times.

Each kick landed squarely between his legs with the force of a falling meteor.

He barely survived and was sent in disgrace to the higher frozen peaks as a eunuch servant.

Since then, no man dared.

Tonight, however...

A strange wind stirred up.

It flashed past drying lines and changing screens.

Whoosh.

Six pairs of delicate silk panties vanished.

Panties that were still warm from their owners’ bodies and fragrant with feminine musk.

Whoosh. Another eight.

Whoosh. Twelve more.

Senior sisters with breasts larger than their elegant heads emerged from the main pool, towels loosely knotted around their soft pinkish skin.

They padded toward the changing area.

Then stopped.

"My snow-white lace pair... gone?"

"Mine too! The pale blue with pearl embroidery—"

"Where are my yellow silk ones? I just hung them!"

Panic rippled outward like thrown stones in a pond.

Over five hundred beautiful female disciples started searching in rising panic.

"Has anyone seen my panties? They’re soft pink with little spirit butterflies!"

"Mine were red... someone took them!"

"Who dares steal from Fragrant Flower Peak sisters?!"

Towels slipped in the frenzy.

Bare breasts bounced.

Plump rears jiggled violently as women bent to check under benches.

The cries grew louder.

"There’s a panty thief!"

"A pervert on our sacred peak!"

"Sound the alarm! Catch the shameless thief!"