Chapter 90: Delicate Beauty Li Menglan (1)

Li Menglan had heard enough to tell true from false.

Even after cutting out their bragging and exaggeration, a normal stretch was still ten to thirty minutes.

And Young Master? With her clumsy skill he had only just lasted three minutes.

Those older sisters said what men minded most was this. If it was too fast it was a very shameful thing, and a man would not be able to lift his head in front of his own woman.

Li Menglan had always given her whole heart to Wang Yue. She naturally did not want him unable to lift his head in front of his women later.

But telling him this now, wouldn’t that hit him even sooner?

So Li Menglan’s heart was very tangled.

Watching the vehicle get closer and closer to the Wang Family Estate, Li Menglan finally decided she still had to talk to Young Master.

If she told him now there might still be a way to fix it. If she waited until after he married Miss Chen Xi and then this caused a rift, it would be too late.

So Li Menglan called, "Young Master."

"What is it?" Wang Yue asked while driving.

"Just now, that is... that is..." Li Menglan found it hard to say, but for Young Master she finally said it. "When I helped you with that, how did you come out so fast?"

"Was it fast?" Wang Yue smiled. "I thought it was just right. If it took too long and Aunt He or Aunt Xue or Sister Chen Chen found out, wouldn’t that be awkward? Don’t tell me Sister Lan hasn’t had enough? Then we can keep going when we get back."

Li Menglan did not know whether to laugh or cry. She said seriously, "Young Master, I’m not joking. If you hold it on purpose, can you last longer?"

Wang Yue found it odd. "Why ask that?"

"I just feel Young Master’s time is a bit short." Li Menglan said, bold. "I heard those older sisters say their men do it half an hour, an hour at a stretch. One even said she can do a whole night."

"A whole night? Is that older sister of yours made of iron?" This time it was Wang Yue who did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Don’t listen to other people blow hot air. If there truly is a man who can go a whole night without shooting, I dare say he won’t want to touch a woman in this life."

"Why?" Li Menglan did not understand. She thought the longer a man lasted the more face he had. How could someone that strong not want to touch women?

"The best moment for a man is those few seconds when he shoots. If you do it a whole night and never shoot, what you get is not pleasure." Wang Yue said. "I’ll give you a comparison. Like when you play mahjong. If you can only draw tiles and never win a hand, would you play?"

Mahjong was something the Wang Family maids used to kill time together. Li Menglan knew it too. After thinking she said, "Of course not. The expectation while drawing is fascinating too, but what you’re after in the end is that one win. If you can’t win, even the expectation in the process is gone."

After saying it she understood without Wang Yue going on. Making love for a man was the same idea. If you worked half a day and still could not shoot, there probably truly would be no man willing to do it.

Wang Yue said, "That’s about the idea. So except for men whose job is pleasing women, I’m afraid no man hopes his lasting time is too long."

"But it can’t be too short either." Li Menglan blurted. By those older sisters’ talk you needed at least ten or twenty minutes each time to get off. What could three minutes do?

"Of course. Too short definitely won’t work. At least you have to make sure the woman climaxes once." Wang Yue said. "If a woman is coming inside while she climaxes, that’s the happiest."

The two of them talked until they reached coming inside, already far past the line, but Li Menglan’s question was still not settled. So she asked again, "But what if one climax isn’t enough for the woman?"

"Then it depends on the man. Either he lasts a long time like you said, or he has very good stamina and energy and can harden again soon after shooting." Wang Yue said. "So good stamina is what matters most for a man."

Only then did Li Menglan know that after shooting a man could harden again. She suddenly felt she had been worrying for nothing.

But she soon realized Young Master seemed to know a lot about this, more than she did, and she spent all day with a group of female veterans.

That was clearly not normal. She could not help asking, "Young Master, have you already done it?"

"Yes, and not with only one woman." Wang Yue hid nothing from Li Menglan. Of course who the women were he could not tell her for now.

"How was it? Were they satisfied?" Li Menglan asked at once, because she still felt Young Master shooting in three minutes was a bit too fast.

"Of course they were satisfied." Wang Yue said, pleased. "Because every time I shoot into them at the same time they climax, so they get the greatest pleasure."

"You time it that exactly?" Li Menglan found it odd.

"It’s not that I time it exactly. It’s that when you women climax you clamp very tight, and sometimes you even suck inward. A man’s pleasure then is many times stronger than during the process. That pleasure I can’t hold anyway, and I don’t want to hold it, so every time they climax I shoot once."

"Every time?" Li Menglan said, shocked. "Young Master, do you often do it many times?"

"Of course. Twenty or thirty times in one night is no problem." Talking about this Wang Yue could not help being pleased. His recovery was too strong. Other men wanting to match him would need extreme endurance, and holding it without shooting could never feel as good as shooting again and again.

Li Menglan worried. "Doing this too much will hurt the body, right? Young Master, you’re a martial artist, but you still can’t have no restraint."

"That’s ordinary men. This Young Master of yours trains a very special method. Doing this not only doesn’t hurt the body. It has great benefits for both sides." When Wang Yue was eight Li Menglan had come to his side. You could say she had raised him with her own hands. The time he spent with her was even longer than with his own mother.

So Wang Yue and Li Menglan’s feeling was anything but ordinary. Not blood siblings, yet better than blood siblings. The kind who hid nothing.

Talking about this with her now, Wang Yue’s mindset was like a little brother showing off a new toy to his sister.

Li Menglan froze, then said as if a ghost moved her mouth, "Then I want to try too."

The moment she said it Li Menglan clapped both hands over her pretty face, so shy she almost ducked her head into those high breasts.

Wang Yue paused a little, then smiled. "All right. Tonight Sister Lan stay. Be my bride."

From the moment Li Menglan had used her hand to help him in the washroom, Wang Yue had already treated her as his woman. So this was going to happen sooner or later.

Wang Yue admitted he was a bit greedy. The strong possessiveness in his heart and the power of the dual cultivation method both pushed him to be this greedy.

He did not regret it. Little Aunt, his sister, Aunt Yan, Aunt Chen Rong, the two sisters-in-law, and Li Menglan in front of him. He might not be able to give them a complete love, but he could absolutely let them enjoy the most perfect sex of a lifetime.

What was love? No matter how great and wonderful those men of letters described it, that did not change the fact it was only temporary.

Even the most perfect love was only illusion. Real life was the root. Kinship was the final home.

So Wang Yue would never chase that floating, empty love on purpose. He would only mind what was real and give them the most real pleasure and warmth.

Of course if love truly came one day Wang Yue would not refuse. That was a fine enjoyment too.

And if having a strong possessiveness toward a woman, and being very happy with her, counted as love, then Wang Yue could say it loud. Aunt Yan, Aunt Chen Rong, Little Aunt, my sister, Eldest Sister-in-law, Second Sister-in-law, Sister Lan. These women, I love them all!