Family Stealing System: your wife, mother, sister, all mine now!
Chapter 31: Just three times, okay?

Chapter 31: Just three times, okay?

Hua Feimei’s red eyes flicked down to his hands on her shoulders, then back up to his face. She did not pull away.

"My son’s secret weapon is not a technique," she said. "It is a spirit—a remnant consciousness bound to a jade pendant he wears at his neck. The spirit was once a higher stage cultivator. Even reduced to a sliver of its former self, it can manifest for three breaths at the strength of a Stage 5 Qi Builder. Three breaths is enough to kill anyone below that realm."

Kian’s grip tightened. "Three breaths. That’s the limit?"

"Four, if the spirit is willing to damage its vessel. And it is always willing." She reached up and pried one of his hands off her shoulder, her fingers cool and dry. "Your Stage 4 tricks can survive one breath. Maybe two. But you will not survive three."

"But other than the weapon, does he have anything?"

"Well, without it, he is probably weaker than you. He uses bugs to fight. But with it, there is no reason to talk."

As Kian stood in place, he finally realized everything was okay. He had not been too reckless. Just because he had grown stronger a bit too fast, he had grown an ego, but that was still okay.

But the cultivation world was ruthless indeed.

Hua Shulong’s plan was amazing.

Kian shook his head in admiration.

Stuck here, Hua Shulong would come soon and he wouldn’t be able to fight back. Kill him, kill his mother, blame everything on dead Kian, get his sisters back. What a plan!

"Is there any way I can last longer?" he asked.

She closed her eyes tightly. "Without Blood Demon Eyes, you can’t even see the spirit attacking you. There is no chance. Let’s just ask him to let you go. If we are lucky, he might be willing."

Kian knew that was not an option.

After all, he had thoroughly enraged the man last time.

And Kian had never been the sort of person to let another person decide his life.

"If I have the blood demon eyes, do I have more of a chance?"

His eyes lit up.

"Yes... but you don’t have it."

Kian took a deep, deep breath.

For a moment, he was silent.

Then, he asked: "Miss, do you have any last wishes?"

"I do."

"What is it?"

"I wish to see my daughters and tell them I loved them."

"Do you really want to do it?"

"I wish I could..."

"If I said there is something you could do that might give us a chance, would you try?"

"Absolutely!"

"What if it involves something a bit obscene?"

"...I would still try."

Kian stood up, then moved near her ear. "Then can you give me a blowjob?"

Hua Feimei’s red eyes widened, then narrowed to slits.

For a long moment she simply stared at him, the guqin silent beneath her fingers, the villa’s stillness pressing in from all sides. A lesser man might have withered under that gaze—the Blood Demon Eyes had a way of making people feel seen down to the marrow—but Kian just waited, his expression open and almost boyishly earnest, as if he’d asked for nothing more scandalous than a cup of tea.

"You are serious?" she said, squinting, almost disturbed. "My daughters have chosen a degenerate! I would skin you alive if the situation were different!"

Coming from a second stage Qi cultivator, it didn’t sound that threatening to Kian.

"What’s the problem?" he asked. "We are about to die, might as well do some enjoyable things beforehand. And it really can help me!"

She looked away, her face conflicted.

"Is that the level of your resolve to meet your daughters? If you do it, we do have a small chance of survival."

Hua Feimei’s jaw worked, the muscles bunching and releasing beneath the pale skin of her cheeks. The guqin string she’d been replacing snapped with a soft ping, the broken end coiling back on itself like a wounded snake.

"You..." she said, but her voice had lost its edge. It was tired now, the voice of a woman who’d spent months alone in a beautiful prison waiting for her son to kill her.

"It seems you’ve been alone a lot," he said. "What is wrong with a moment of enjoyment? Nothing wrong. And to your conscience, you can just tell I lied to get you to do it."

She set the guqin aside with a click of lacquered wood against stone. "How can it help? Possibly."

Slowly.

"I have a hidden constitution, I lied earlier saying I am not special."

She frowned. "Really?"

"Just give my dick a few sucks and we’ll know."

"... Just a few?"

"Yeah."

"Fine, I’ll give it three sucks. But if you make one mention of my girls again while this is happening, I’ll bite it off and let my son finish the job."

"Wouldn’t dream of it." Kian was already untying his robes, smiling sheepishly. "And mother-in-law? Try to enjoy yourself. We might be dead in an hour."

Hua Feimei did not kneel.

She just watched as he came closer, took her hand, and placed it on his member.

’It’s really big. Did little Jia really take this?’

"Stroke it first, please."

"That was not-"

"I need it as well!"

She bit her lips and did it from her cushion with the slow, deliberate grace of a lady, her hand moving gently up and down. Her burgundy outer robe slipped another inch down her shoulder, and she did not bother to pull it up.

"You are the most shameless boy I have ever met," she said, frowning as she gave him a handy.

Her other hand found his chest and pushed him back so that he won’t move in for a kiss.

He gulped. "Don’t worry. It’s not a trick. I just need your mouth on me. That’s the whole secret."

Her red eyes searched his face for mockery and found none. What she found instead was worse—sincerity.

"Just three," she said, serious.

Kian nodded, looking at her red lips.