Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 353: Yuna’s Expectations from Tianlong

Chapter 353: Chapter 353: Yuna’s Expectations from Tianlong

Yuna’s hands trembled as she tried to pull her torn latex suit together, the fabric refusing to cover anything meaningful. Her pussy still twitched, oversensitive and exposed, juice coating her inner thighs in glistening trails.

"P-Professor didn’t force me!" The words burst from her lips again, desperate and cracking. "I—I wanted to find Mother, and he—he said he’d keep me safe while—"

Her voice died as Mamoon’s yellow eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Safe?" Mamoon’s tail lashed behind her. "You call ’that’—" she gestured at Yuna’s disheveled state, at the puddle beneath her raised ass, at her swollen pussy lips, "—’safe’?"

Tianlong chuckled from his position by the tent entrance, arms crossed casually as he watched the mother-daughter confrontation unfold. "Well, she ’is’ physically unharmed. Emotionally..." He tilted his head, smirking. "That might be another story."

"Shut up!" Mamoon whirled on him, claws extended. "You trapped my daughter in some perverted prison and—and she—"

"Mother, please!" Yuna’s face burned hotter, if that was even possible. Her cat ears flattened completely against her skull. "It’s not what you think! I was just—the butterfly was—I heard things and I—"

She couldn’t finish. How could she possibly explain what she’d witnessed? The brutal fucking, the three women servicing him, the way her body had responded despite herself?

Mamoon’s confusion deepened as she looked between her trembling daughter and the infuriatingly calm man. Something wasn’t adding up. Yuna was clearly aroused—drenched, actually—but also defending him?

Thessa, still sprawled on the adjacent table with her own pussy leaking, lifted her head slightly. Through her arousal-hazed mind, she managed to process the scene. "Is... is this some kind of family reunion? Because the timing is really—hngh—"

"Be quiet," Mamoon snapped without looking at her.

Yuna’s hands pressed against her flushed face, trying desperately to hide. But between her fingers, her ruby eyes found Tianlong. Really ’looked’ at him.

He stood there so casually, blood still drying on his nose from where Mother had headbutted him, his black robe slightly disheveled from the battlefield chaos. Yet he looked completely in control. Completely unbothered.

And gods help her, even now—even in this humiliating moment—her pussy clenched at the sight of him.

’Why?’ she thought desperately. ’Why does he make me feel like this?’

Tears gathered in her eyes, spilling over. Her voice came out small, broken. "Professor..."

Tianlong’s smirk faded slightly as he saw those tears. His expression shifted—not to concern exactly, but something less mocking. "Yes, Yuna?"

"P-please..." Her voice cracked, shame and desperation mixing together. "Please help me explain to Mother. She doesn’t understand—I can’t—"

Her hands dropped from her face, revealing her flushed, tear-streaked features. Her pussy was still exposed, still dripping, the latex suit torn beyond any hope of coverage. She looked utterly wrecked and utterly vulnerable.

Mamoon’s maternal instincts screamed at the sight of her daughter’s tears. She took a step forward. "Yuna, what did he—"

But Tianlong raised one hand, stopping her mid-stride. The gesture was casual but carried undeniable authority.

"Now, now," he said smoothly, pushing off from the tent pole. "How can I possibly come between mother and daughter? This seems like a family matter." His crimson-gold eyes glinted with mischief. "Perhaps you two should discuss this privately—"

"Stop it!" Yuna’s voice cracked with frustration, her hands clenching into fists. "Just—just stop ’acting’!"

The tent went silent.

Even Thessa’s labored breathing seemed to pause as everyone registered the sharp edge in Yuna’s tone.

Yuna’s chest heaved, her small breasts rising and falling beneath the torn latex. More tears streamed down her face, but now anger mixed with the shame and arousal. "You’re always—always ’teasing’ and playing games! Can’t you just—for once—just ’do something’?!"

Her voice broke on the last word, raw emotion bleeding through.

Tianlong blinked. Then slowly, deliberately, he exhaled.

"Alright," he said quietly. "No more games."

He moved.

One moment he stood by the entrance. The next he was directly in front of Yuna, his hand cupping her chin with surprising gentleness. His thumb brushed away her tears even as his other hand slid down, palm spreading across her exposed latex-covered ass cheek.

The material was slick with her arousal, stretched tight over the curve of her rear. His fingers sank into the soft flesh, kneading deliberately.

Yuna gasped, her eyes going wide. "P-Professor—"

He didn’t let her finish.

His mouth crashed against hers in a deep, hungry kiss that stole what remained of her breath. His tongue invaded immediately, tasting, claiming, exploring every corner of her mouth with confident dominance.

"Mmmph~!" Yuna’s muffled cry of shock melted into something else entirely. Her hands flew up, gripping his robe desperately as her legs threatened to give out.

His hand on her ass ’squeezed’ harder, spreading her cheek as his fingers dug into the latex-covered flesh. The pressure made her pussy clench, made more juice leak out to drip audibly onto the table beneath her.

She could taste him—masculine, overwhelming, exactly like the scent that had driven her mad in the butterfly prison. Her tongue met his hesitantly at first, then with growing desperation as her body surrendered completely.

Saliva dripped from where their mouths connected, running down her chin. Her pussy was absolutely ’gushing’ now, the arousal that had been building for hours finally finding an outlet.

When he finally broke the kiss, a thick strand of spit connected their lips. Yuna’s eyes were glazed, unfocused, her mouth hanging open as she panted desperately. Her face was even more flushed than before, tears still wet on her cheeks but her expression transformed into pure want.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Mamoon’s roar shook the tent. Her claws were fully extended, her entire body coiled to attack. "Get your hands off my daughter! Are—are you two in some kind of ’relationship’?!"

The word came out with utter confusion. In her world, relationships weren’t like this. Men didn’t just grab women and—and do ’that’ thing with their mouths!

Tianlong turned his head lazily, his hand still kneading Yuna’s ass, keeping her pressed against him. His other hand moved to her waist, steadying her trembling form.

"Relationship?" He chuckled. "Well, mother-in-law, I suppose you could call it that. Though ’soon-to-be wife’ is more accurate."

Yuna made a small, desperate sound against his chest, her hands clutching tighter at his robe.

Mamoon’s mouth opened and closed, her brain struggling to process. "Wife? You—she’s my ’daughter’! She’s barely—" Her eyes darted between them, taking in Yuna’s wrecked state, the way she clung to him. "She’s a student! You’re a ’professor’!"

Tianlong’s smirk returned, sharp and knowing. "A student who clearly knows what she wants." His hand slid from Yuna’s ass to her lower back, holding her possessively. "Tell me, Mamoon... do you know what ’any’ of this means?"

His gaze swept deliberately over Mamoon’s form—the torn latex suit stretched across her massive breasts, her wide hips, her powerful thighs. "You might be a battle veteran, experienced in warfare..." His voice dropped lower, more intimate. "But you’re far too ’inexperienced’ in other ways to understand what’s happening here."

Mamoon froze. Her cat ears twitched violently. "Inexperienced?" The word came out dangerous, low. "What do you mean, ’inexperienced’?!"

Her claws dug into her palms, drawing blood. Some primal instinct—something buried deep in her hindbrain—told her she’d just been insulted in a way she didn’t fully comprehend.

"I’m a ’warrior’!" Her voice rose, frustration bleeding through. "I’ve led armies! I’ve survived battles that would make your—your—" She gestured wildly, unable to even articulate what he was implying. "What the hell are you saying I don’t understand?!"

Tianlong just smiled. Patient. Knowing.

It made Mamoon want to claw his face off.

"Mother..." Yuna’s small voice came muffled against Tianlong’s chest. "He means... you don’t understand about... about breeding. About mating. About—"

"I know what breeding is!" Mamoon snapped, her face flushing. "During heat cycles, we—" She cut herself off, embarrassment mixing with anger. "That’s not what this is!"

"Isn’t it?" Tianlong’s hand traced lazy circles on Yuna’s back. "Your daughter’s in heat right now. Can’t you smell it?"

He could. Everyone in the tent could. That thick, overwhelming scent of a young woman desperate to be bred.

Mamoon’s nose twitched involuntarily. She could smell it—had been smelling it since Yuna appeared. But her daughter wasn’t supposed to enter heat for another month at least!

"You—" Mamoon’s voice shook with barely contained rage. "You ’did’ something to her! You made her—"

"I did nothing." Tianlong’s voice was utterly calm. "Except show her a world beyond what you could teach." His crimson eyes locked onto Mamoon’s yellow ones. "And that, ’mother-in-law’, is why you’re inexperienced. You don’t even understand the battlefield I’m fighting on."

Mamoon’s mouth twisted, her fangs bared. The insult landed even if she couldn’t fully grasp its meaning. "How ’dare’ you—"

She lunged forward, claws extended.

’SNAP!’

Tianlong’s fingers snapped once, sharp and final.

Reality fractured.

Black butterflies exploded into existence around him and Yuna, hundreds of them swirling in a vortex of dark energy. They moved so fast they blurred into shadow, obscuring both figures completely.

"NO!" Mamoon’s hand shot out, reaching desperately. "YUNA!"

But it was too late.

The butterflies dispersed as quickly as they’d appeared, scattering into nothing.

The space where Tianlong and Yuna had stood was empty.

Mamoon’s outstretched hand grasped only air. She stood frozen, claws extended toward emptiness, her breathing ragged and her eyes wide with shock.

"Where..." Her voice came out small, broken. "Where did they go?"

Thessa finally managed to lift herself slightly on the table, her pussy still leaking as she stared at the empty space. "That was... dimensional teleportation? But that level of spatial magic requires—"

"’WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?!’" Mamoon’s roar shook the tent poles.

Outside, both rabbit and cat-kin warriors flinched at the sound of pure maternal fury.

But inside, there was only silence.

And the fading scent of Yuna’s arousal mixed with something else—something that smelled like promise and threat combined.

Mamoon’s hand slowly lowered, trembling. Her claws retracted as reality set in.

"Did... my daughter went againt my words?!"