Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 342- Yuna’s trapped Despair

Time lost all meaning. The scene shifted.

Reality seemed to fold, and suddenly they were moving through a town. Yuna was a passenger on a journey into the depths of a man she thought she knew.

They traveled from the pleasure room to a bustling town, moving through shadows in a way that defied logic. The butterfly carrying Yuna remained perched on Tianlong’s shoulder, giving her an intimate view of everything.

They captured a young tiger-kin boy, using him to infiltrate the Tiger Clan’s branch territory. A catkin boy was captured—trapped just as she had been. Through him, they infiltrated some branch of the Tiger Clan.

’How is he doing this? This power... it’s beyond anything I’ve seen at the Academy.’

Everything was overwhelming—the clan politics, the constant threat of violence, the sheer power Tianlong wielded. A tiger woman appeared. Sabrina.

She clearly knew Tianlong, embracing him with a familiarity that spoke of history. Another wife? How many did he have?

’This is a matriarchal society. Men don’t... they can’t just...’

But beneath it all, one thing dominated Yuna’s senses: his scent. Tianlong wasn’t following the rules. He commanded these women.

Dominated them. And they seemed to love it.

Trapped on his shoulder, she was drowning in him. From her prison on his shoulder, Yuna could smell him.

It was a raw, masculine musk, a pheromonal storm that made her knees feel weak even in her non-corporeal form. His scent was overwhelming this close—masculine, powerful, with that strange undertone that made her thighs clench.

From this proximity, she saw every detail: the hard line of his jaw, the golden flecks that danced in his predatory eyes. She studied his profile, the sharp jawline, the focused eyes, the way he moved with absolute confidence.

’He smells... so good. Why does he smell so intoxicating?’

"He smells... strange," she muttered to herself, face burning. "Why does it smell so... arousing?"

She watched him navigate the treacherous, matriarchal Tiger Clan with an alpha’s confidence. The scene played out like a fever dream.

Family drama in the Tiger Clan—an aunt trying to seize power, internal struggles, all resolved with Tianlong’s intervention. He didn’t bend; he dominated.

He resolved a complex family dispute for Sabrina, a tiger-kin woman who was clearly another of his partners, but his methods were ruthless, efficient, and utterly terrifying. Nothing like the gentle professor from lectures.

Then came the fight.

Professor Yu Xiang faced off against a young tiger woman—Sabrina’s cousin, if Yuna understood correctly.

They clashed in the courtyard, and Yuna’s hands clenched into fists inside her butterfly prison. Her battle robe was a flimsy pretense, swaying and revealing tantalizing flashes of her full breasts and curved hips with every spell she cast.

That woman. That violet-eyed bitch was deliberately putting on a show. Every movement displayed her curves—breasts bouncing as she dodged, hips swaying as she struck, robe falling open to reveal smooth skin.

All while glancing back at Tianlong, making sure he was watching. It was a dance of death and seduction.

"Don’t look at her, Professor!" Yuna silently begged, a strange heat rising in her gut. "She’s just trying to—"

A moan cut through her thoughts.

But Tianlong was watching, seated on a makeshift throne. Yuna’s head whipped around, and her breath caught.

Tianlong sat on a nearby bench, seemingly watching the fight, but his hands were busy. And he wasn’t just watching.

Akane and Sylvia knelt beside him, and as Yu Xiang fought, his hands were busy under their skirts. One hand disappeared under Sylvia’s robe, fingers working between her ass cheeks.

The other did the same to Akane, who pressed against his other side. Yuna heard the muffled moans, the whimpers of pleasure, right next to her.

Both women were panting, muffling their moans against his shoulders, grinding against his fingers as he casually fingered their asses while watching his wife fight.

"Anh... Master... deeper..." Akane gasped.

His fingers were working their asses, stretching them, playing with them with a casual cruelty that made Yuna’s face burn.

"Professor... stop it..." Yuna trembled, her own body feeling hot and tight. "Professor, you..." Yuna’s voice came out weak, trembling.

Heat flooded her face, spreading down her neck. "Every passing moment, I’m realizing... you’re not being dominated. You’re... you’re equally..."

She couldn’t finish the sentence. This was unnatural. He was a teacher.

Her eyes were locked on the way his fingers disappeared into those women, the way they writhed against him, the way he didn’t even look away from the fight to pleasure them.

The thought felt hollow, meaningless now.

It was unnatural. Men weren’t supposed to be this sexually dominant. This... aggressive.

Yet here he was.

She tried to look away, to hide within her butterfly prison, but she felt a gaze on her. Yu Xiang won the fight, naturally.

And as she stood there, breathing hard, sweat glistening on her skin, Yu Xiang, victorious and panting, was staring directly at the butterfly on Tianlong’s shoulder.

She looked directly at the butterfly on Tianlong’s shoulder. The bitch knew she was watching.

’She can see me.’

Those violet eyes locked onto Yuna’s, and a small, knowing smile played at Yu Xiang’s lips. With a triumphant smirk, Yu Xiang strode over, climbed onto Tianlong’s lap.

Then she walked straight to Tianlong, bent down, and crushed her lips against his, capturing his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss right in front of Yuna’s face.

"Mmmhnph—"

It was a wet, open-mouthed kiss, full of tongue and teeth, a raw display of ownership. He responded by grabbing a fistful of her ass, his knuckles digging into the flesh.

A surge of white-hot, irrational rage exploded in Yuna’s chest.

"I’ll kill you," Yuna hissed, her voice a low growl.

"YOU BITCH!"

The curse ripped from her throat before she could process it. The word exploded from Yuna before she could stop it.

She instantly covered her mouth, shocked at her own vehemence. Her face burned with mortification.

She never cursed. Never. Why did it make her so angry? Why did she care who he kissed?

What was happening to her?

She covered her face with trembling hands, embarrassment and shock and something else—something hot and unwanted—coursing through her veins.

The world twisted again, and they were back in the red velvet room. Back to that red velvet room. Back to the king-sized bed.

Back to—

"No... please, not again..." Yuna whimpered.

"Oh gods..."

This time, there was no subtlety. Akane was riding him. Tian Long lay back on the bed, and Akane, the ripe fox-woman, was impaled on his massive cock.

Her thick, milfy body bounced on his nine-inch cock, massive tits swaying, nine tails forming a cocoon around them both. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixing with her desperate moans. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

PAH! PAH! PAH!

The sound was a wet, brutal slap of flesh on flesh. Akane bounced wildly, her huge breasts slapping against her chest, her face a mask of agonized ecstasy.

Yuna saw his thick, veiny meat plunging into the fox woman’s ruined, flower-petal pussy.

"Hngh~! Oungh~!! HIEKK~!!!"

"Yes! Yes! Husband, deeper! Fill me!"

Tian Long gripped her hips, slamming her down on his shaft with brutal force. Each thrust made Akane throw her head back, screaming her pleasure.

Akane’s broken moans were a counterpoint to the relentless pounding.

To the side, Sylvia was on her hands and knees, getting absolutely destroyed. Tian Long had apparently fucked her first, and now she lay there, cum leaking from her well-used pussy, trembling with aftershocks.

In the black void, Yuna’s legs buckled. She crumpled to the floor, her latex suit suddenly feeling slick and unbearably tight.

Her own hand, as if with a mind of its own, slid down her stomach to the mound of her vulva.

"Stop it, Yuna... don’t watch..." she pleaded with herself.

But her fingers started to rub, tracing her labia through the slick latex. Her hand moved on its own.

Down. Down to where her latex suit clung to her pussy, outlining every fold of her labia. Her fingers found her clit through the material, rubbing in desperate circles.

"What are you doing to me, Professor?" Her voice came out teary, broken.

But she couldn’t stop.

On the screen of her vision, Tian Long flipped Akane onto her stomach, grabbing her hips and driving into her from behind. He bottomed out with a sickening thud, hitting her womb.

"AAAAHH!" Akane screamed, her toes curling as she convulsed.

"Ah!" Yuna gasped, her fingers digging into her own clit as she watched the thick shaft disappear completely inside the fox woman.

As Akane shuddered and collapsed, a torrent of cum leaking from her stretched-out cunt, Yuna’s back arched. A violent orgasm ripped through her, making her body seize in the dark.

But he was just getting started. He pulled Sylvia, the elf, forward. She was weeping, begging for it.

He bent her over the edge of the bed and, without a shred of hesitation, thrust his entire nine inches into her tight, virginal pussy.

PAAAH!

The single, drawn-out impact was sickeningly loud.

"AANGHH~~!!"

Sylvia’s scream was one of pain and pleasure mixed into one as he tore her open.

"No... he’s too big for her..."

Yuna panted, her own sweat mixing with her juices inside the suit. But Sylvia took it all, her body trembling as he pounded into her, relentless and animalistic.

Every brutal thrust felt like an aftershock in Yuna’s own core.

Her cat instincts were too strong. She could smell everything—his cum, their juices, the thick musk of sex.

It overwhelmed her senses, made her head spin, made her body betray every principle she’d held.

Her hand moved faster, the friction of the latex driving her insane. She was rubbing her clit raw, matching his rhythm.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"Professor... harder..." Yuna whispered, her voice husky.

"Oungh~! Hah~! YESSS~!!" Sylvia shrieked, her ears twitching.