Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

"Got better?" Ye Fei looked completely confused.

Liu Yiru had to remind him, "Don't you remember what you did yesterday?"

"Yesterday?" Ye Fei thought for a moment, then grinned. "Yesterday I touched Mom's boobs—they felt amazing. Mom, can I touch them again when we get back?"

As he spoke, he even moved his arm a bit, rubbing it against his mother's soft, full breasts.

"You little brat, that's not what I meant," Liu Yiru said, both amused and exasperated. "I'm talking about the amusement park."

"The amusement park?" Ye Fei thought again, then suddenly "realized" and said, "Oh yeah, I do feel like I've had more energy these past couple of days."

"When did it start?" Liu Yiru asked eagerly. She had thought it might just be her imagination, but now that her son confirmed it, she was so happy she almost cried. As a mother, her son's health had always been her biggest concern. She had thought he would be weak for life, but now it seemed like there was hope. How could she not be overjoyed?

Ye Fei thought carefully and said with certainty, "It's just these past two days."

Liu Yiru knew that was true. When they first arrived, he had been very weak. But she couldn't figure out what had changed. Everything had been the same—she even personally selected and prepared all his meals. The only difference was that, over the past two days, she had helped him ejaculate several times, directly or indirectly.

At first glance, that didn't seem related to his health at all. But it reminded her of something else.

Ever since Ye Fei was born, he had been frail. His mother had worried endlessly and taken him to countless doctors across the country.

But none could explain his condition—except for one well-known traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. He had said that Ye Fei was born with a pure Yang body, with excessively strong Yang energy, which was the root of his weakness.

Liu Yiru, being a martial artist herself, had some understanding of Yin-Yang theory. Normally, men become weak due to Yang deficiency. But that doctor claimed her son was weak because of too much Yang. At the time, she thought he was a fraud and never saw him again. Now, it seemed he might have been right.

Unfortunately, that doctor had passed away years ago, so there was no way to consult him again. Liu Yiru decided to test her theory and asked carefully, "Ye Fei, I need to ask you something, and you must answer honestly."

"Go ahead, Mom. I promise I won't lie," Ye Fei said quickly. Honestly, even if she asked him to lie, he wouldn't do it to her.

"Good. Tell me—after I helped you release these past few times, did you feel weak?" Liu Yiru asked directly.

"No," Ye Fei answered without hesitation. "Every time I finish, I feel relaxed, like I have more strength. Oh, and my stamina has improved these past two days—could that be related?"

His words confirmed her guess. Though she lacked sexual experience, she knew the basics. Most men felt weak after ejaculation. But her son was the opposite—just as the old doctor had said. His body had too much Yang energy, and releasing some helped.

Now that she knew the way to help her son, Liu Yiru was thrilled. She nodded eagerly. "Yes, that's exactly it!"

But Ye Fei was even more excited than her. "Then, Mom, you'll help me more often from now on, right?"

"Of course! I'll help you whenever you need," Liu Yiru said happily, for his sake and her own. Though she enjoyed pleasuring her son with her hands and mouth, she still felt a strong sense of shame and guilt as a mother. Now, she had a good reason to continue.

In high spirits, the mother and son spent the day shopping, visiting several streets, and buying many traditional handicrafts that were now rare in their home country. Even at lunch, under her son's insistence, Liu Yiru gave him another blowjob.

Seeing how his fatigue from the morning vanished after ejaculation, Liu Yiru was both happy and excited. But she also felt a twinge of unease. This situation would eventually be known to Lin Ling. But Ye Fei's changes only happened when he was with her. What would her daughter-in-law think?

Still, she was too happy to dwell on it now. She pushed the thought aside and focused on enjoying her son's newfound energy.

Time flew by. After dinner at a nice Chinese restaurant, they prepared to head back. Liu Yiru asked her son to wait outside while she paid the bill.

As soon as Ye Fei stepped out, he was surrounded by three men in their twenties—one Asian, one white, one Black. Judging by their appearance, they weren't up to any good. Ye Fei was secretly impressed. America really was a melting pot—even street thugs came in all colors.

"Hey kid, where are you from?" the Asian man asked in broken English, clearly acting on the white guy's signal. Though he spoke English, Ye Fei could tell he was Korean. Not surprising—Koreans had a long history of serving Americans.

"I'm from the Dragon Kingdom. Just here traveling," Ye Fei answered honestly.

The three men's eyes lit up. Tourists from the Dragon Kingdom were known to be loaded—easy targets.

The white man, clearly the leader, stepped forward. "Oh, my dear friend from the Dragon Kingdom, welcome to beautiful America. To show our hospitality, we won't hurt you today. Just hand over all your money."

"But I don't have any money on me," Ye Fei said, stepping back.

"No problem," the white man said, pulling out his phone. "You can pay by QR code."

Ye Fei almost burst out laughing. Even muggers were going digital these days. But he kept a scared expression. "I don't have any. My mom has all the money."

"You think we believe that? Search him!" the white man ordered the Black man. The Korean was the lackey, and the Black man was the enforcer.

The Black man nodded and pulled out a knife. "Don't move, or I'll gut you."

Just then, Liu Yiru finished paying and walked out to see three men surrounding her son, one with a knife. Furious and alarmed, she used her qinggong to flash in and kicked all three men in the chest before they could react.

But since they were in public, she didn't use her internal energy—just enough force to push them back and warn them.

Instead of backing off, the three men got into fighting stances. The Korean even posed like a taekwondo fighter, looking confident.

But the real concern was the white man. He reached into his coat and pulled out a black pistol.

Seeing the gun, Liu Yiru's face turned pale. She immediately stepped in front of her son. Ye Fei also tensed up. With his mother's powers sealed to her level from two years ago, facing a gunman was dangerous.

In truth, everything Liu Yiru had seen and heard since landing had been arranged by Ye Fei. She was sharp, and without careful planning, even the date could give things away. These three thugs were part of the setup.

But Ye Fei hadn't expected that in America, even a small-time thug would casually pull out a gun. That was unthinkable back home. So now, he had to be ready to act—plan or no plan, he wouldn't let anything happen to his beloved mother.

Facing the gun, Liu Yiru didn't hesitate. With her son's safety at stake, she didn't care if she got shot. She launched a flurry of kicks.

The white thug wasn't a pro. He had pulled the gun just to scare them. Like before, he didn't react in time and was kicked hard.

This time, Liu Yiru didn't hold back. She broke the wrists of the white and Black men, who were armed. The Korean only got knocked down and wouldn't be getting up anytime soon.