Starting with a Family System to Become an Immortal Official-Chapter 48: Constitution Worries

Madam Chen sat alone in her private chambers.

Her elegant daoist robes were tight.

They were usually tailored to suit her robust chest.

But not anymore.

She stared down at her own breasts with a pained look as her delicate brows knitted.

They had grown again.

In the past weeks, they had swollen day by day.

She felt heavy and full like an overfed cow.

Her nipples ached with a deep, throbbing heat that radiated down her spine. Her back screamed in protest whenever she tried to stand straight.

Even her once-proud, perfectly rounded hips and buttocks had softened and added weight to become plump, fertile motherly curves that made rising from her seat a very slow and humiliating struggle.

She shifted slightly in her cushioned chair and a soft whimper escaped her lips.

"It hurts... so much..."

Her voice was small—nothing like the imperious tone that you’d expect from a peak master.

She had tried everything.

Meditation. Suppression seals. Cold spring baths.

But nothing worked. Not since he stopped coming.

Not since Li Qingmu’s rough hands had stopped massaging her flesh to sensually draw out the fire that burned inside her constitution with every firm touch.

Now the fire raged unchecked.

Her breasts swelled again.

"──!?"

Right before her eyes.

The silk of her inner robe stretched taut.

The fabric creaked faintly as the soft mounds pushed out to grow fuller and rounder.

"Hnnn ♥️ so heavy..."

Madam Chen’s breath hitched.

"I... I can’t handle this any longer..."

Her slender fingers clawed into the swollen flesh through the cloth, digging in deep as if she could tear the aching weight right off her chest.

A low groan left her throat.

The breasts swelled more and became warm and soft as it spilled over her grasping hands.

They filled her palms until her fingers sank into them.

She pressed her knees together hard.

"Nnh—ahh—!"

A sudden, violent gush soaked her panties.

Hot nectar flooded between her legs as she squirted helplessly into the silk.

The wet patch spread quickly and started to drip down her inner thighs.

Madam Chen slumped forward and panted as her cheeks went red.

"I’ll have to change these... later..."

She mumbled sulkily in embarrassment.

Those were the instructions Li Qingmu gave her.

"But first... I have to..."

She unbuttoned her daoist robes. The heavy silk parted like theater curtains to reveal the massive, milk-heavy breasts beneath—pale as jade, veined faintly blue, nipples rosy and swollen beneath thin strips of spirit tape meant to hold back the flood.

She took a small lacquered wooden bowl from the side table and held it carefully beneath her left breast.

Then, with a shy little gasp, she peeled away the tape.

The nipple sprang free.

So plump, erect, shiny.

And the milk came.

A thick, creamy stream burst forth and poured in a sensual arc into the bowl.

The sound was soft and wet.

Splish! Splish! Splish!

Her warm mother’s milk kept jetting out.

Madam Chen’s lips let out a soft, innocent moan.

"Ah... it’s... it’s coming out so much... why is there so much milk...?"

She switched to the other breast.

Another strong jet erupted and filled the bowl faster.

"I-, I’ve never... done this myself before... it feels strange... but good... nnh... so warm..."

Her voice was breathy.

Like a sheltered young miss discovering her body for the first time.

Each squeeze of her jade hand coaxed out another thick ribbon of her milk.

This is the milk that fed Chen Yuling.

A mother’s milk!

By the time both breasts were emptied the bowl was nearly overflowing.

Madam Chen panted heavily.

Steam puffed from her rosy lips in hot little clouds.

She slumped back against the chair.

"Li Qingmu... where are you...?"

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Meanwhile.

Chen Yuling walked with stiff, hurried steps.

Beside her clung her girlfriend, Yi Ming.

A sweet, doe-eyed girl with soft pink robes and an eternally hopeful smile.

Ming’s arm was looped tightly through Yuling’s.

"Yuling~ we’ve been together for so long now... but we haven’t even kissed yet."

She pressed her body close.

"And dual cultivation... when will we finally...?"

Chen Yuling’s face was pale.

There was a thin sheen of sweat on her brow despite the cool morning air.

She didn’t look at Ming... not once.

"Soon."

She answered curtly in a tight voice.

Ming tilted her head, worried.

"Yuling, you look feverish. You never sweat. Are you sure you’re—"

"I’m fine."

The words came out sharper than intended.

Yuling quickened her pace then slipped into her private courtyard and shut the bamboo door behind her without another word.

Ming stood outside, blinking in confusion.

"Why... is she acting so strange lately...?"

She raised a hand to knock but stopped.

"Sigh~ she’s bored of me, isn’t she..."

The sad girl left immediately.

Inside the chambers.

Chen Yuling tore off her outer robes in a frantic rush.

She dove beneath the cool sheets of her bed as her tiny and curvy body trembled.

"Puaah ♥️"

She desperately shoved one small hand into her panties that was wetter than a swamp.

She bit down hard on the fingers of her other hand to muffle the moan as two slender digits slipped deep inside her dripping, delicate flower.

『I hate men... I hate them... but this constitution... it only responds to yang...』

Her hips bucked involuntarily.

『I should have reached Core Formation years ago... but this supreme yin body... it restricts me... I can’t cultivate with Ming... I can’t...』

Her fingers pumped faster.

There were now loud slicking sounds.

『I’ve heard my sisters talk... men have thick, hot sticks between their legs... they stab deep inside a woman... deeper than fingers... thicker... hotter...』

A choked moan escaped.

『I wonder what it would feel like... to be filled by their white essence and... hnn ♥️ to have my hole stretched like a clay toy... then ♥️ pounded until I break...』

She rolled her fingertips in tight circles over that sensitive pearl as her thighs clamped shut.

Her back arched violently.

A wide, forceful squirt soaked the sheets beneath her as she came hard.

Her head flew back as her snow-white hair spilled across the pillow.

She bit her lower lip until it bled, eyes glazed.

『That man... Li Qingmu... his yang aura is so strong... it affected even my supreme yin constitution from a single touch... I don’t like him... I despise him... but his face... just imagining it... makes my body calm down... behave...』

Her hand moved again.

It was faster and harder.

She was like a beast in heat.

This is not the untouchable beauty peak sisters love and admire everyday.

This is a dog seeking immense pleasure!

"Hnnnn—!"

Two sharp knocks sounded at the door.

Chen Yuling froze.

She yanked the sheets over her naked, trembling body just as the door slid open.

Chen Jingshu stepped in.

"Yuling."

"E-, Elder Sister..."

Yuling’s voice was very high and quick.

"What... what is it?"

Jingshu folded her muscular hands calmly.

"I heard you appointed an outsider man as leader of the Rice Hat Devil capture squad."

Yuling squeezed her thighs together beneath the sheets.

"Yes... Mother trusts him. So I... I do too. You don’t need to worry... it’s just a temporary thing. Once the panty snatcher is caught, I’ll have him castrated myself."

Jingshu’s lips curved into an approving smile.

"Excellent, as expected of my clever little sister."

Yuling nodded too fast.

Jingshu turned to leave but glanced back.

"Are you... feeling well?"

"Yes!"

The answer shot out like an arrow.

Jingshu blinked, startled by the speed.

Then she gave an awkward nod and left.

The door slid shut.

Chen Yuling pressed a hand to her racing heart and exhaled shakily.

"I... I need to suppress it again..."

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Two months passed.

Li Qingmu spent a fraction of his days leading pointless patrols to catch the Rice Hat Devil.

No surprise, they were always one step behind the "elusive" panty snatcher.

"We’ll get him next time!"

That’s what Li Qingmu always told them.

Every other day was spent diligently cultivating his Nine Heavens Tyrant Physique.

Within his sealed cultivation chamber.

Golden light pulsed violently around his body.

Four massive arms of the Heavenly Asura Dharma Idol flickered behind him.

From his dantian, ethereal spiritual swords began to manifest one after another.

Each blade was ten zhang long and forged from pure tyrant qi and star-metal essence.

They hovered around the Asura like divine guardians.

Yet the idol itself remained at the Ancestor Body Realm.

To truly wield these divine swords in battle, it needed to step into the Saint Body Realm.

He needed high-grade body refinement pills.

Dragon Marrow Pills and Phoenix Blood Crystals.

These were resources only someone like Su Liyue or Zhen Rou could provide.

Ding!

[Zhen Rou has been cradling your newborn son every night and talking about you.]

[She kisses his tiny forehead every night.]

[She deeply regrets having a fight with you and wants to see you again but is too proud.]

[She is more in love with you!]

Li Qingmu smiled at all that.

"Heh, silly wife..."

He paused his fleshly body cultivation for brief rest.

"I feel it... the divine sword organ is blooming."

Just one more push.

A new system panel flashed before his eyes.

[Warning! Madam Chen’s constitution has spiraled completely out of control.]

‣ Breast size: +300% original

He imagined they were torturously big.

Even beautiful Song Yan couldn’t dream of having breasts that big and motherly.

‣ Milk Production: Overflowing daily

Producing this spiritual milk drains the woman’s own vitality and cultivation base. There is no child to drink it so she was wasting a potent nourishing substance.

This can’t go on!

‣ Womb quality: Upgraded to Heavenly Spirit Womb

It is ready for dual cultivation imprinting!

[Host will receive great clan rewards and a Golden Core child upon successful impregnation!]

Li Qingmu’s lips bent into a predatory smile.

"I need to find the owner of that supreme yin constitution as soon as possible."

His eyes gleamed with dark gold light.

"Madam Chen... you’ve waited long enough."

The virgin mother must be impregnated.