Family Stealing System: your wife, mother, sister, all mine now!
Chapter 32: Feimei’s Contribution!

Chapter 32: Feimei’s Contribution!

This was Hua Feimei, the mother of the Hua Sisters.

She lowered herself gently. Her hair spilled across his thighs like black water, but she pushed them back with her other hand. Her lips parted.

The moment her mouth closed around him, Kian felt an electric sensation. Her tongue just gave him a little lick before she moved away.

"Is that enough?"

"No, no!" he said. "Give it some time. Actually suck on it. It’s barely hard right now, it must be fully hard!"

She bent down again, taking it into her mouth.

Her mouth was warm and wet in a way that had nothing to do with technique and everything to do with who she was. She sucked without skill—too tentative, too uncertain, the kind of sucking a woman did when she was still deciding if she wanted to be doing this at all.

But her lips were soft, impossibly soft, and the heat of her breath against his skin sent a shiver up his spine.

"There," Kian breathed, his hand finding the back of her head, fingers threading into that waterfall of black hair. He didn’t push, just rested it there, a suggestion rather than a command. "See? Not so bad."

Her eyes flicked up to his, those luminous red irises narrowed in a glare that would have withered a lesser man.

But she didn’t pull away. Her tongue moved again—a slow, experimental stroke along the underside—and Kian felt himself stiffen fully, the transformation from soft to hard happening all at once like a blade being drawn from its sheath.

"Continue please. Until orgasm, or it would be useless!"

She made a sound against him—half protest, half something she would never admit to—and her lips tightened.

"It will be easy!" he said. "I love it."

She glared at him as she continued.

The suction changed, grew more deliberate.

Her hand that had been pushing against his chest fell away, dropping to grip his waist instead, knuckles whitening against the silk.

Kian’s head fell back.

"There," he managed. "That’s—yeah. That’s working."

Her tongue found a rhythm now, not skilled but learning, the way a cultivator learned to shape Qi—through repetition and stubbornness.

She sucked harder, her beautiful cheeks hollowing. The red of her lips stretched obscenely around him, and when she pulled back for air, a thin strand of saliva connected her mouth to his tip before breaking.

"Don’t stop," he said.

His voice came out rougher than he intended, the words scraping against his throat.

He didn’t have to say it. She went back in.

His fingers tightened in her hair—not pulling, just holding, anchoring himself. "Almost there. I’m almost—"

She took him deeper. Her throat constricted around him for half a heartbeat before she gagged and pulled back, coughing. But she didn’t stop. She went back down, slower this time, her red eyes watering at the corners, the faint glow of the Blood Demon Eyes flickering like candleflame in a draft.

Kian’s hips bucked once, involuntary, and he felt the pressure building low in his gut, the coiling heat that meant release was seconds away.

She noticed it as well.

He really wanted to continue, let it out inside her. But before he could, she backed away a fair distance.

Then the pressure broke.

He came with a groan that echoed off the villa’s stone walls, his release spilling into her guqin.

Hua Feimei made a startled noise—her eyes going wide—and then she was back on it, catching it all in her hand instead.

A chime had rang through Kian’s skull long ago.

[ You have successfully marked ’Hua Feimei’ as a Heroic Vessel. ]

[ Your talent ’Sucking Hero’ can now access any innate abilities she possesses, once per day. ]

[ Ability Detected: Blood Demon Eyes (Silver Rank) — Available for use. (1 Time today.)]

"Did it work?" she asked, backing away as she looked at her palm.

"It did," he nodded in gratification.

She nodded and ran to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

She did not turn around. Her voice drifted back from behind the paper screen, muffled by running water and the clink of a porcelain basin. "To scrub my tongue until it forgets the taste of my son-in-law."

A pause.

"It will work!" he said. "And."

She said back: "It’s okay, if it doesn’t we will just die anyway. It was not that bad."

The water stopped.

She emerged moments later, her lips freshly wiped, her expression smoothed back into that porcelain calm—but her cheeks still held the faintest flush, and she would not meet his eyes so confidently like earlier.

"Well?" she said, crossing her arms beneath the swell of her chest. "What changed?"

Kian blinked at her. "What did you do?"

"Went and brushed my teeth?"

Kian nodded. "Mother in law, can I ask for one more favor? This is my last wish, if I just happen to die here."

She looked at him seriously, then nodded. "So be it. Ask away."

"Can we have sex?"

"No," she whispered, annoyed. "That’s not possible. Anything else?"

"Can we kiss? It’s the last thing I honestly want."

Hua Feimei stared at him for a long moment. To be honest, she understood that the only reason Kian came here was to save her. That was why he got trapped.

So, deep down, she didn’t dislike him at all. She had a big, big sweet spot for this husband of her daughters. And in fact, she didn’t mind doing him some last minute favors.

Deep down, she believed they were both going to die anyway.

"Kiss, huh?"

The water from the basin was still dripping somewhere behind the paper screen, a soft, rhythmic sound that filled the silence between them. Her red eyes, still faintly luminous, searched his face for any trace of mockery and found none.

Only that same earnest, boyish expression he’d worn since the moment he asked her to put her mouth on him.

"You really are going to die," she said, but the words came out softer than she intended.

Almost sad.

"Maybe," Kian said. "But I’d rather die with the taste of a beautiful woman on my lips than with regrets. Humor me."

"I wonder what Jia and Mia would think if they saw this," she said.