"Brother, get up!" I was having a sweet dream in bed early in the morning when I knew it was my little sister, that clumsy girl, barging in and yelling.
"Brother, get up! You promised to go out and play with me yesterday, don't go back on your word!" My sister, seeing that I wasn't paying attention, started pulling and shaking me. "If you don't get up, don't blame me for getting rough!!"
"Heh heh, trying to pull this on me? Kids are just kids!" I thought to myself, turned over and pretended not to hear, and continued to daydream.
"ah!..."
"ah...!"
A gust of cold wind made me shiver. I never expected that this little girl would pull away the only quilt I was wearing in the middle of winter. She also didn't expect that I would sleep naked last night.
The sudden change left us stunned and speechless. She clutched the quilt tightly in her hands, and the girl's delicate face suddenly turned bright red.
In our Wang family, there are no men left except me. My mother told me that our Wang family has always been small in number, and it was especially pitiful when it came to my father, Wang Xiangming. He fought alone and ultimately passed away before seeing me, the next generation of men. He left behind three mothers and two older sisters, who were four or five years old, all alone and dependent on each other for survival.
My eldest aunt was none other than Shangguan Xiaoqing, one of the "Ten Beauties" who once roamed the martial arts world with her signature "Blood Bamboo Fragrance" technique. After marrying into the Wang family, she retired from the martial arts world and gave birth to my eldest sister, Wang Yuexin, and my second sister, Wang Yueqing. As a child, I often heard people say that my eldest aunt was a celestial being. Only as I grew older did I understand that her every smile and gesture was mesmerizing. Although she was now in her thirties, she didn't look old at all; people always thought she was a young girl. My eldest sister, Wang Yuexin, was five years older than me and had grown into an ethereal beauty, even more beautiful than my eldest aunt. In my eyes, my eldest sister was like a fairy untouched by worldly affairs, or even more like the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva. From a young age, my eldest sister's care for me was meticulous. She would often gently scold me when I returned from gathering ceremonies, never reprimanding me, and then softly brush the dust from my face, taking me to wash thoroughly. I love my eldest sister even more. I feel like I have no secrets from her, I've never lied to her, I dare not and never even think of doing so, always afraid of disrespecting her. My second sister, Wang Yueqing, is just as beautiful as my eldest sister, rivaling her in beauty. However, I suspect my second sister's name is a mistake; it should be "Qing" instead of "Qing".
She is particularly sentimental, often moved to tears by the poignant love stories of the protagonists in novels. She is gentle and quiet, as if she could be hurt at any moment. That faint sadness always calms me down when I'm being naughty. When I was little, I especially loved the way my second sister would lull me to sleep. She would always hold me and gently pat my back, sometimes telling stories, sometimes singing lullabies, and I would always fall asleep peacefully in her arms.
At that time, my stepmother Luo Qian'er was the most skilled dancer in the world. Her performance of "Fairy Dance" was mesmerizing. With her devilish figure, enchanting face, and lively personality, my stepmother was like an elf descended from heaven.
With her, our small, sparsely populated courtyard was filled with countless laughs. Seven months after my father passed away, she gave birth to my only younger sister, Wang Xiaoyue. If my stepmother was an elf, then she was a mischievous elf. From childhood to adulthood, she was always clinging to me, and she was the only one I feared. She never considered the consequences of her actions, and I was always left to clean up her messes. Every time she got into trouble, she would pin the blame on me, which made me grit my teeth in frustration. But there was nothing I could do; she was my only little sister.
My mother was Yue Rushui, once considered the most beautiful woman in the land. She came from a renowned family of divine physicians, possessing superb medical skills and even greater beauty. Now, she seems to rival my eldest sister in every way, each with her own unique charm. Sometimes I feel both jealous and admiring of my deceased father's exceptional skills in wooing women, and I wonder how so many beautiful women ended up in our not-so-prosperous Wang family. Less than a month after my father's death, my mother gave birth to me.
Since my birth, my three mothers seemed to have found their anchor, and I became the apple of everyone's eye. Especially after my third mother gave birth to a younger sister, I became the little darling of the family. Every night before falling asleep, my mother would hold me close and kiss my entire body, as if I were her precious darling, unwilling to let go. Sometimes she would even hold my penis in her mouth. My mother came from a family of renowned healers, and she often gave me all sorts of strange medicines, which always made me nervous. But I loved the feeling of sleeping in my mother's arms. Her soft breasts and faint fragrance always captivated me. Every night, I would fall asleep peacefully, sucking on her pink nipple and sweet milk. At those times, my mother would always hold me tightly. My first and second aunts were like my own mothers, always vying to sleep with me. Later, they separated and took turns caring for me for a few days each. I never imagined they would value me more than anything else, just like my own mother. At night, they would hold me, kissing and licking me, especially my penis. After kissing me, they would hold me tightly, so tightly it hurt. I loved their scent and the sweetness of their breast milk. My first aunt's breasts were the largest of the three, always making me feel like I was buried in a soft, yielding world; my second aunt's breasts were the smallest, but I also liked the different feeling of them being small and firm. But when I was eight, they made me sleep in a separate room, saying that a man longing for home should learn to be independent—who would believe that? There was nothing I could do. I said goodbye to those cherished embraces and carved out my own little room, which, however, made it easier for me to sneak out for kisses.
Spoiled by them, I started running around outside when I was two or three, eating at the homes of princes and ministers. By five, I had kissed all their precious daughters, causing a stir and panic in the capital city of Balk. Although the Wang family had withdrawn from politics, the current Emperor Xianglong was surprisingly sentimental and turned a blind eye, secretly chuckling that I had the same drive as Wang Xiangming back then. He just hoped it wouldn't escalate into the palace and threaten his precious daughters. By ten, I had no magic whatsoever and couldn't unleash any martial arts skills or fighting spirit. The Wang family, the Leng family, and the royal family tried everything to no avail and eventually had to give up. My mother, from a family of renowned healers, was ashamed that she couldn't find the cause of my illness. But this was a real hardship for me. While others gradually mastered martial arts and magic, every time I went out to woo those noble beauties, I would end up with a bruised and swollen face, my hair styled in a new way, wearing dark glasses, puffing out blue smoke, and returning dizzy and disoriented. What's even more infuriating is that I, the descendant of the renowned grand mage Wang Shizhi, possess absolutely no magical abilities, can't unleash a single trace of martial arts or battle aura, and is also a lecherous idiot, earning me the nickname "Lecherous Idiot" from those who love to stir up trouble. Later, I realized my reputation was truly immense, to the point that most people didn't even know my real name—Wang Chenyu. I'm so dizzy!!