Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 360- Clearing the Mess

"YUNA!!"

I shouted, shaking her shoulders, but her head lolled back helplessly, her eyes rolled up showing only the whites. Her body was scorching hot—not the heat of arousal, but a feverish, burning temperature that felt like magma coursing through her veins.

[WARNING]

[Target ’Yuna’ Critical Instability]

[Yang Qi Overload -> Triggering Bloodline Atavism] 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

[Status: FAILED EVOLUTION IMMINENT]

"Shit!" I cursed, my mind racing as I stared at the crimson system window floating in my vision.

I realized instantly what was happening. It was the same phenomenon that had happened with Yu Xiang when I first broke her—an ancestral awakening.

Though hers was similar to ancestral awakening, it was more like an origin awakening, where her essence had been awakened—the source from where she gained the power of the Void Butterfly.

That had been a reward, a controlled evolution triggered by the system after I dominated her completely.

But this? This was different.

Yu Xiang had been a Soul Formation cultivator, her body capable of handling the surge of my seed.

Yuna was barely a Bronze Body cultivator. She was a human trying to swallow a dragon’s pearl whole.

Technically not just a dragon pole but a flood of it.

My Horny god’s physique—I already knew it was too potent for mortals.

I had filled her womb repeatedly, pumping her full of essence that was far too high-grade for her mortal frame. My Yang Qi had flooded her spiritual channels, overwhelming her meridians.

But the issue was that she was not a Qi Cultivator at all.

Instead of just strengthening her, it was forcing her dormant bloodline to evolve violently, tearing at the very fabric of her soul.

If I didn’t intervene, she would die.

"System, lock her status! Transfer vitality, but don’t overflow it!"

In her condition, transferring my vitality to her was also dangerous. It wasn’t her body that was exhausted—it was her spirit breaking under the pressure of a forced awakening, like an egg being hatched too early by brutal force.

[Acknowledged. Vitality transfer regulated. Overflow prevention: Active.]

[Target’s spiritual shell integrity: 34% and falling.]

I didn’t hesitate. I scooped her limp body into my arms, her skin slick with sweat and my cum. She felt impossibly light, like a doll about to shatter.

"Pleasure Palace."

The air around us twisted violently. The forest, the sunrise, the tree she had been tied to—all of it dissolved into a kaleidoscope of fractured space. Colors bled together, reality warping like melted wax.

*Whoosh!*

We vanished from the physical world.

When the distortion settled, the fresh morning air was replaced by the heavy, musky scent of ancient incense and velvet. We weren’t in the main chamber where I usually took my wives to fuck them.

This was a deeper, more secluded chamber within the Palace’s 47,000 sub-domains.

A room of suffocating crimson.

Red velvet curtains hung from invisible ceilings, pooling on the obsidian floor like spilled blood. The lighting was dim, sourced from floating crystals embedded in the walls that cast long, sensual shadows across the space.

A massive bed materialized in the center of the room at my will, covered in black silk sheets that shimmered like liquid night.

I walked over and laid Yuna down gently. She looked... destroyed.

My hand brushed over her body, and with a thought, the remnants of her latex suit—already shredded from our twelve-hour session—disintegrated into dust, leaving her completely stark naked.

"Hah..." I let out a heavy breath, looking at my handiwork.

She was a mess. A beautiful, ruined mess.

Her pale skin was a canvas of my ownership. Dark purple hickeys covered her neck, collarbone, and inner thighs.

Her nipples were swollen to twice their size, bright red and erect from the overstimulation, the areolas darkened.

Bite marks scarred her shoulders and the soft flesh of her breasts.

Her pussy... it was swollen, red, and gaped open slightly, a testament to the sheer size and duration of what she had taken. Mixed fluids—my cum and her juices—leaked from her in thick streams, staining the black silk beneath her hips.

Tear stains marked her flushed cheeks. Her red hair was a tangled, sweat-soaked mess splayed across the pillow.

She looked like a ragdoll that had been played with too roughly and discarded.

But I couldn’t admire the view right now. Her chest was heaving with irregular, shallow gasps. Her cat ears were twitching erratically, and her tail lay limp beside her thigh.

"Lyra," I called out, my voice echoing in the silent room.

The air beside the bed shimmered. Pink particles of light coalesced, swirling together until they formed the translucent figure of a woman.

She floated a few inches off the ground, her long pink hair drifting as if underwater. She wore a maid’s outfit that was more spirit-construct than fabric—elegant, revealing, and utterly ethereal.

This was Lyra—a fragment of consciousness separated from her main body, the guardian of the Pleasure Palace, now serving as the spirit manager of this domain.

Her one part existed in the lower realm, connected to the pleasure Palace, while the other remained here in the Ancient Realm. Since she could divide herself with the Pleasure Palace’s power, she was able to maintain her consciousness throughout both realms simultaneously.

That in itself was commendable, and I had told her previously to never reveal my presence in the Ancient Realm to my other wives in the lower realm.

Her violet eyes widened as she materialized, taking in the scene—the destroyed catgirl, the intense Yang energy saturating the room like a thick fog, and my grim expression.

"Thank you for calling me, Sir," Lyra said, bowing gracefully, her hands folded in front of her. Her voice was soft, melodious, but laced with concern.

I didn’t waste time with pleasantries. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hand resting on Yuna’s burning forehead. Her skin felt like touching a furnace.

"How are my other wives?" I asked, my crimson-gold eyes narrowing. "Mei, Yue, Feng, or Yu Jiang. Are they looking for me?"

Lyra floated closer, her translucent fingers tapping the air as if reading invisible text, checking the connections across the dimensional divide.

"It is strange, Sir," she answered, a frown creasing her spectral brow. "Time is flowing... completely distorted between these realms. The dilation is unstable."

She paused, her expression troubled. "In the lower realm, only a few minutes have passed since you left. They have not yet even realized you have vanished. All four of them seem to be paying attention to the ongoing battle between Young Master Wang and—"

"I see," I interrupted, not needing the details right now. Time was a luxury I didn’t have.

I nodded, relieved. That was the advantage of the dimensional displacement. Naturally, they wouldn’t know what I was doing in this realm, playing the henchman of a dimensional-level entity.

"Good."

I shifted, climbing onto the bed. I moved like a predator, crawling over Yuna’s limp form until I was straddling her hips. I looked down at her face—her mouth slightly open, drool drying on her cheek, her expression twisted in pain even in unconsciousness.

I lowered my body, pressing my chest against hers, feeling her erratic heartbeat hammering against my ribs like a caged bird.

"I will be entering her subconscious mind," I stated, my voice low and absolute. "The awakening has trapped her soul in a labyrinth of her ancestral memories. If she gets lost there, her body will die."

I looked up at Lyra, meeting her glowing violet gaze. "Block this portion of the Palace. No one enters. No one disturbs us. Lock the spatial coordinates."

I said that because previously I had allowed her to open doors for my wives—Akane, Sylvea, Yu Xiang, even Sabrina—so they could enter and exit this place on their own will without needing my constant permission. But for now, I needed absolute isolation.

The pink-haired spirit nodded firmly, drifting to the side of the bed. She extended her hands, and a soft, pink aura began to radiate from her palms, enveloping Yuna and me in a protective cocoon of vitality.

The temperature in the room dropped slightly as her energy stabilized the space.

"As you command, Sir," Lyra said, her voice steady. "I will infuse her spiritual shell with soul essence to boost her spirit power, but... I might not be able to help her more than that. I apologize."

I smiled, a rare, genuine expression crossing my face. "Thank you for being here for me, Lyra. That’s more than enough for a pervert who needs his wives to clean up his messes."

The spirit woman paused mid-motion. Her translucent pink lips trembled slightly, and she lowered her gaze, a flush of color appearing on her ghostly cheeks.

"It is... my duty, Sir," she muttered softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

I turned my attention back to Yuna.

I crawled forward, positioning myself between her spread legs. My hands slid under her thighs, lifting them gently before parting them wider.

Her ass was still red from where I’d clapped her repeatedly with my thighs.

Her holes—both of them—were visibly gaped, stretched beyond what should be possible for a Bronze Body cultivator.

I gripped my cock, still half-hard despite everything, and positioned it against her swollen pussy lips.

Slowly, deliberately, I pushed inside.

Her pussy was loose now—too loose. After fucking her with my seven-inch cock for twelve straight hours, I had stretched her to the point where even entering her didn’t provide the same tight grip.

So I willed my cock to grow.

Eight inches. Thicker. Girthier.

"Nngh..." A soft whimper escaped her unconscious lips as I filled her completely, my cockhead pressing firmly against her bruised cervix.

I let her ass fall back onto my thighs, her body sinking down onto my length. My hands moved up, sliding beneath her arms before cupping her face gently.

Her pussy, even unconscious, still tried to grip me. The walls fluttered weakly, instinctively attempting to milk me, to please me.

I smiled.

"Now that..." I whispered, leaning down until my lips hovered just above hers. "You have become mine, you are not going to leave. Yuna, no one can take you away from me. Not even death."

I closed the distance, sealing her swollen lips with mine. But this time, the kiss was tender. Soft. Not the brutal, claiming kisses from before.

I poured my Qi into her through the connection—our joined bodies, our sealed lips, our intertwined souls.

ZOOOOOM!

My consciousness surged forward, diving into the burning inferno of her mind.

The physical world—the red velvet curtains, the scent of sex and incense, Lyra’s pink light—everything blurred and dissolved into an endless, consuming darkness.