Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 343- Yuna’s Corruption

"Aangh~!!"

As Sylvea climaxed, her inner fluids squirting all over the velvet sheets, Yuna screamed. Her hips bucked against the cold floor as a second, deeper orgasm crashed over her, leaving her gasping and seeing stars.

"And now... you," Tian Long growled, his voice a low vibration that traveled through the butterfly and straight into Yuna’s bones.

And Yu Xiang—gods, Yu Xiang was spread out on the bed, legs wrapped around Tian Long’s waist as he pounded into her with relentless intensity.

He grabbed Yu Xiang. The woman who did this to her. He threw her on her back, spreading her legs wide.

He didn’t tease. He didn’t kiss her. He rammed his cock inside her in one devastating stroke.

PAAAAAH!

"HUSBAND! YES! FUCK ME! RUIN ME!" Yu Xiang screamed, her glasses askew, her violet eyes rolling back into her head.

"Breed me," Yu Xiang gasped between thrusts. "Make me pregnant, husband. Fill me with your seed!"

Yuna was crying now. Hot tears streamed down her face, but her hand wouldn’t stop. Yuna couldn’t look away.

The butterfly kept her positioned perfectly, forcing her to see everything—every thrust, every bounce, every expression of pleasure on those women’s faces.

She was horrified. She was jealous. She was so excruciatingly aroused she thought she would die.

He grabbed Yu Xiang’s hips, his biceps bulging as he pistoned in and out of her, the sound wet and guttural.

Her fingers rubbed harder, faster, the latex slick with her own arousal. She bit her lip until she tasted blood, eyes streaming with tears she didn’t understand.

"I will make you pregnant," Tian Long growled, leaning in to kiss her, his voice vibrating through her skull. Tian Long kissed Yu Xiang deeply, swallowing her moans.

That single sentence shattered what was left of Yuna’s sanity. The words broke something in Yuna.

’Pregnant... he’s going to...’

Her fingers rubbed harder, faster, the latex slick with her own arousal.

"No, no, I can’t— I’m not—"

As Tian Long let out a guttural roar and buried his cock to the hilt, flooding Yu Xiang with his seed, Yuna’s body convulsed violently.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Her scream was silent in the void, but her body arched so hard her spine popped. Her orgasm hit like a lightning strike.

Yuna’s back arched in the void, mouth open in a silent scream as she squirted into her latex suit for the third time. A massive squirt of her own fluids exploded from her, drenching the inside of her latex suit in a hot, sticky flood.

It was an orgasm so powerful her vision went white, her mind blanking out completely. The third time just from watching him brutally fuck those three women.

She collapsed onto the floor, a trembling, gasping wreck in a puddle of her own sweat and arousal. She collapsed, lying in the black emptiness, chest heaving, legs trembling.

The vision faded, leaving her alone in the dark once more. But the image of his cock, dripping with the juices of three women, was burned into her brain.

"I... I can’t lose my sanity," Yuna sobbed, curling into a tight ball, the wetness inside her suit a disgusting, thrilling reminder of her corruption. "I can’t lose my sanity," she whispered to the darkness.

"I’m not like them... I’m not—" "I’m not like those women. I’m not—"

But her mind flashed back. His cock, thick and powerful, ravaging them. Their faces, twisted in ecstasy.

The way they begged for more, harder, deeper. And they’d enjoyed it. Gods help her, they’d loved every second.

She bit her lip until it bled. Her mind flashed with the image of his thick meat ravaging those women, and a fresh wave of heat pooled in her belly.

Her hand twitched, wanting to go back between her legs. Yuna covered her face, shame burning through her.

"Please," she whispered to the darkness, her voice breaking. "Please... just let me out of this place. Or else..."

She couldn’t finish the sentence. She knew exactly what the "else" was.

If she stayed here, watching him, smelling him... she wouldn’t want to leave. She would want to be the next one on that bed.

Because she knew the truth that terrified her most.

’I’m getting corrupted.’

The darkness pressed in around her—heavy, suffocating. Yuna’s chest heaved as she tried to steady her breath, but the inside of the latex suit was sticky with sweat and... worse.

Her thighs were slick with her own arousal, the material clinging to every curve of her body like a second skin that refused to let her forget what she’d just witnessed.

What she’d just ’felt’.

Her cat ears twitched suddenly, perking up at the faint sound of... voices?

Yuna’s ruby eyes widened. She lurched forward in the void, hands pressing against the invisible barrier of her prison as the sounds grew clearer—muffled, distant, like hearing people talk from underwater.

"...be jealous..." A man’s voice. ’His’ voice. Professor Tianlong.

"Are they... talking about me?" Yuna whispered, her heart stuttering in her chest.

She pressed closer, straining to hear through the dimensional barrier. The butterfly must have moved—carried her somewhere. The voices became clearer, fragments of conversation bleeding through.

"...that student from academy..." Another voice. Female. Disdainful.

Yuna’s ears shot straight up, trembling. "Yes! They’re talking about me!"

Her whole body tensed, eyes brightening despite the shame still burning in her gut. Finally. ’Finally’ they were addressing her situation. They were going to—

"—showing too much interest in that woman."

The sentence crashed into Yuna like a physical blow. She blinked rapidly, ears flattening slightly in confusion.

"Interest?" she muttered. "He was showing... interest? In me?"

Her heart began to thump. Hard. Fast. Loud enough she could hear it pounding in her pointed ears.

The heat that had been pooling in her belly from the brutal fucking she’d witnessed suddenly flared hotter. Her body was already primed—three orgasms had left every nerve ending raw and sensitive. The animal part of her brain, the part that was pure cat-kin instinct, was screaming at her.

’Mate. Ready for mating. He’s interested. He wants—’

"No," Yuna hissed at herself, pressing her thighs together. "Stop it. He is a professor. But he—"

Her eyes widened as suddenly the world ’shifted’.

One moment she was in darkness. The next, she was—

"Oh gods."

She was sitting on his ’nose’.

The butterfly had somehow moved, and now Yuna was perched directly on the bridge of Tianlong’s nose, so impossibly close that she could see every detail of his face.

The golden flecks in his predatory eyes. The sharp line of his jaw. The way his lips moved as he spoke.

She could ’hear’ his breathing. Feel the warmth radiating from his skin.

Smell him—that intoxicating, overwhelming musk that made her head spin and her thighs clench.

"Too close," Yuna gasped, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. "This is too—"

Her eyes were so wide they hurt. Those ruby-red orbs stared at him, trapped mere inches away, as if there was no separation between them at all.

She bit down on her bottom lip, hard enough to hurt, trying to ground herself.

But it was useless.

This close, she could see ’everything’. The way his expression shifted. The subtle movement of his Adam’s apple when he swallowed. The intensity in his gaze as he spoke to—

"...trapped that blonde guy too."

Yuna’s attention snapped back to the conversation. That woman—Yu Xiang, the violet-eyed bitch—was speaking. Confessing.

"She kidnapped Aelric too!" Yuna burst out, leaning forward as if Tianlong could hear her. Her voice took on an almost pleading quality, the righteous indignation of a wronged colleague. "Punish her, Professor! I wanted to contact, but she—"

Her words died in her throat.

Her cat ears, which had been perked up and alert, suddenly trembled. Then they flattened completely against her head, folding down in shock.

"So clean my cock, ladies."

The words cut through her like a blade. Yuna watched in horror as Tianlong let his massive cock flare out—still glistening with the mixed fluids of the three women he’d just brutally fucked. Akane. Yu Xiang. Sylvea.

All three of them slowly pulled themselves up, bodies trembling and marked with his rough treatment. And then, one by one, they lowered their mouths to his shaft.

"No... no no no..." Yuna’s hands flew up to cover her face. "I can’t watch this. I can’t—"