Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 341 - Yuna’s Shock and Surprise

"Let me out! You crazy bitch, let me out!"

Yuna’s scream was a raw, ragged thing, tearing at her own throat as it was swallowed by the oppressive, ink-black silence. Her claws, usually sharp enough to score steel, screeched uselessly against the invisible, yielding walls of her void prison.

The scream tore from her throat, raw and primal, echoing in the suffocating darkness that caged her. Her clawed hand lashed out, nails scraping against nothing—just empty void that swallowed every desperate movement.

Her red crimson hair was a tangled mess, plastered to the sweat slicking her brow. Her cat ears were pinned flat against her skull, a sign of pure, primal terror as her flared red eyes scanned the suffocating darkness.

Her latex suit stretched tight across her body as she kicked, twisted, jumped backward against invisible walls. The material clung to every curve, restricting, confining.

Her tail swirled like a whip, lashing out at nothing. It was like being drowned in shadow, a cage with no bars.

"Damn it!" Her trembling fingers clawed at her neck, closing around the crystalline heirloom. "Work! Fucking work!"

She poured her mana into the pendant, begging for the familiar pulse of its emergency signal—the family heirloom her grandmother had pressed into her palm with whispered warnings. But it remained a dead, cold weight against her skin.

This place didn’t just contain her; it devoured magic.

Through a hazy, translucent patch in the darkness, she could see the academy hallway. Like looking through tinted glass, the hallway materialized before her—warped, distant, unreachable.

Her eyes widened in horror. "Aelric!"

The blonde-haired boy stood there, his face a mask of confusion as he yelled something she couldn’t hear. Confusion flickered across his features before the butterflies came.

"Step aside, Aelric! Run away!" Yuna screamed, pounding her fists against the unyielding barrier. The sight of him, so close yet so unreachable, was torture.

But he couldn’t hear her. She watched, helpless, as a shimmering swarm of hundreds of violet butterflies descended upon him. Black-winged and unnatural, they swarmed through the corridor like a living shadow.

They passed through his body as if he were smoke, their spectral wings leaving trails of sickly light. Then, with an audible snap that resonated in Yuna’s very soul, he vanished.

One single butterfly remained, fluttering lazily where he had stood. The same trap. The same cage.

"No..." A violent tremor wracked Yuna’s body. The word barely escaped her lips as she watched Aelric’s form disappear into another butterfly prison, his mouth open in a silent scream she couldn’t hear.

She glared through the void at the source of her torment, Professor Yu Xiang, who stood calmly in the hall, adjusting her glasses. Black hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, violet eyes gleaming behind those lenses with something that made Yuna’s blood run cold.

Not malice. Something worse. Satisfaction.

"I’ll kill you," Yuna hissed, her voice a low growl. "When Professor Tian Long finds out... he’ll make you pay."

Her mind clung to that single hope. ’Professor Tian Long... Where could he be? He has to help me.’

The thought had barely formed when the world didn’t just shift; it was ripped apart. The black void fractured, shattering into a kaleidoscope of deep red velvet and opulent gold.

The scent hit her first—a thick, heady aroma of musk, spice, and something else... something wet and undeniably arousing that made her own body hum.

Yuna blinked, her senses reeling. Her perspective was warped.

The room was colossal, the king-sized bed an ocean of crimson silk. Red velvet. Everywhere.

The walls, the massive king-sized bed, even the curtains pooling on the floor. The air was thick with a scent that made her head swim—musky, sweet, undeniably arousing.

Her nose twitched involuntarily, cat instincts picking apart the layered smells of sweat and something else, something primal. She tried to look down at her own body but saw only the delicate, flapping edge of a violet wing.

’I’m... inside the butterfly?’

She felt a solid weight beneath her. A shoulder.

She looked up, and her heart hammered against her ribs, threatening to burst.

Professor Tian Long.

But this wasn’t the professor she knew. He was draped in a loose black robe, open at the chest, revealing the hard planes of his muscles.

Those crimson-gold eyes were sharp, predatory, nothing like the composed academic she knew. He was speaking, his voice firm and commanding as he addressed someone.

"We’re heading to the mainland tomorrow. Make the preparations."

"Professor! Get away from her! She’s—" Yuna tried to scream, but the words were trapped, her voice stolen. "Professor Tian Long! Get away from—"

She froze.

To her astonishment, Yu Xiang didn’t attack. That same woman who’d trapped her, who’d captured Aelric, stepped into view, moving with fluid grace toward Tian Long.

The terrifying woman who had just abducted two students lowered her head, a deep blush staining her cheeks. Her voice was soft, intimate.

"You don’t need more power, husband," she muttered, her voice trembling with a submissive awe that was utterly alien to Yuna. "You need an anchor."

’Husband?!’ The word slammed into Yuna’s mind, short-circuiting every thought.

The word hit Yuna like a physical blow as Professor Yu Xiang spoke. ’Husband. HUSBAND?!’

Yuna’s mind reeled, trying to process, to understand, to make sense of—

Her thoughts shattered as Yu Xiang sank gracefully to her knees. The woman unbuckled Tian Long’s belt, her movements practiced and reverent, before pulling his pants down.

Tian Long’s hands moved to his robe, untying it with practiced ease. The fabric fell open, and then his pants followed.

Yuna’s gaze was locked, unable to tear away.

A monstrous, nine-inch cock sprang free, thick, veined, and pulsing with a life of its own. Already half-hard.

"Oh god..." Yuna’s thought was a breathless whisper. ’Turn away. Look away. Don’t—’

But the butterfly hovered right there, wings fluttering gently, forcing Yuna to witness everything.

Yu Xiang’s tongue darted out, wetting her lips as a look of raw hunger crossed her face. She leaned in and licked his balls, the sound wet and obscene, echoing directly into Yuna’s consciousness.

Pink and wet, her tongue dragged along his balls. The obscene sound of her sucking filled the room, and Yuna felt her body betray her, heat pooling low in her belly.

It was a phantom sensation, a jolt of electricity that ran through Yuna’s own trapped body.

"Professor, y-you..." The words came out strangled.

From the shadows, two more figures emerged. Movement from the side.

Yuna’s head snapped toward it, and her jaw went slack.

Akane, a fox woman whose voluptuous curves were barely contained by her robes, her nine tails swirling like a silken cocoon. Nine tails swayed behind her like a living fan.

Voluptuous, curvy, with an ass that bounced with each step. And Sylvia, an elf whose ethereal beauty seemed out of place in such a carnal scene.

Pointed ears, a slender body with perky breasts that swayed as she knelt on Tian Long’s other side.

"Master..." Akane purred, her voice a low thrum of desire as she crawled onto the bed.

Three women. Three mouths. All servicing him with an enthusiasm that made Yuna’s stomach clench.

They joined Yu Xiang, all three beautiful, powerful women vying for space between his legs. Their tongues worked in tandem—lapping, sucking, creating wet, vulgar sounds that echoed in the velvet room.

Akane took the thick, crimson head of his cock into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed deeply. Yu Xiang focused on his shaft, taking him deep into her throat.

The fox woman—Akane, Yuna’s mind supplied somehow—licked his balls with long, deliberate strokes. Sylvia’s tongue licked a reverent path up the veiny shaft while Yu Xiang continued her work at the base.

The elf, Sylvia, kissed along his inner thigh before joining the assault on his cock. His hands rested on their heads, fingers tangling in their hair, not in affection, but in control.

Threading through hair, guiding them. His expression was one of pure dominance, pleasure mixed with control. He wasn’t being seduced; he was commanding them.

Nothing like the reserved professor who saved her ans promised to teach her from next day.

"N-no... this has to be an illusion... y-you...?" Yuna stammered in her mind, the image of the respected teacher shattering into a million filthy pieces.

’Was everything you did in the academy.... a lie, professor?’