Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 362- Blood Ancestor

Yuna’s scream tore through the arena. Her eyes went wide, pupils dilating as pain and shock and something else—something hot and overwhelming—crashed through her nervous system.

Her pussy clenched around the invading cock, trying desperately to accommodate the impossible girth stretching her inner walls to their limit.

Through her tear-blurred vision, she could see them.

All of them.

The students watching. Her classmates. Their faces twisted with mocking smiles, pointing and laughing as their beloved class leader got brutally fucked by the professor.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the arena. Each thrust punched deeper, harder, his cockhead battering against her cervix with bruising force.

"Professor—’hngh’—too big—it’s too—’ahhhn!’"

Her boobs jiggled violently under the latex, the material stretched so tight it looked ready to burst. Her ass rippled with each impact, red handprints already forming on the pale skin.

But he didn’t stop.

Didn’t slow down.

Didn’t care.

PHAAACKK! PHAAACKK! PHAAACKK!

Her pussy was molding around his shape, the walls learning every ridge and vein of his cock as it pounded into her again and again.

She could feel her cervix bruising, her womb being invaded with each devastating thrust.

Yet there was only sadness shrouding her mind.

’I can’t satisfy him,’ the thought echoed through her mind, distant and broken. ’I’m not enough. I’ll never be enough for Professor.’

The students’ laughter grew louder.

She saw her mother in the crowd—Mamoon, standing with her arms crossed, shaking her head in disappointment.

She saw Yu Xiang—that violet-eyed bitch—smirking as she whispered something to the silver-haired fox woman beside her. Akane. Both of them laughing at her humiliation.

Even Aelric was there, his kind smile twisted into something cruel as he watched her get destroyed.

’Everyone’s laughing. Everyone sees. Everyone knows I’m not good enough.’

Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the drool leaking from her open mouth as she moaned helplessly.

PHAAACKK! PHAAACKK! PHAAACKK!

Her pussy was a ruined, gaping mess now, juice and pre-cum squelching with every thrust. The sound was obscene, wet, echoing through the silent arena where everyone watched her break.

’I’m not enough. I’ll never be enough. I can’t satisfy Professor. I can’t—’

A single tear rolled down her cheek, heavy and slow.

And then—

SNAP.

Everything stopped.

The arena dissolved.

The students vanished.

The brutal pounding ceased.

Yuna found herself hanging in mid-air, suspended by crimson thorn vines wrapped around her wrists, her ankles, her waist. The vines were blood-red, pulsing like living veins, holding her gently despite their sharp appearance.

She blinked, disoriented, her body still trembling from the phantom sensations.

"You did well, Yuna."

The voice was soft. Warm.

A hand appeared below her—strong, masculine, palm open. The vines lowered her slowly until she collapsed onto that hand, her body going limp as exhaustion crashed over her.

Her head lolled to the side, and she saw his face.

Professor Tianlong.

But not the brutal version from the nightmare. This was... different. His expression was gentle, almost concerned, as he cradled her against his chest.

"Professor..." Her voice came out weak, broken. "Was I really not enough to satisfy—"

"Shh."

His finger pressed against her lips, silencing her.

His crimson-gold eyes met hers, and when he spoke, his voice carried a weight that made her chest tighten.

"You were the most delicious woman I ever tasted," he said quietly. "Think about it—if I’d gotten bored, wouldn’t I have left instead of keep devouring you?"

thump thump

Yuna’s heart stuttered, then began racing.

Fresh tears welled up in her eyes—not from pain or humiliation, but from something else entirely. Something warm and overwhelming that flooded through her chest like sunlight.

A smile broke across her face, trembling and genuine.

"Thank you, Professor," she whispered.

And then her body dissolved into particles of light, vanishing from the dreamscape.

Tianlong stood alone now.

The crimson vines retreated back into nothingness, leaving him on a surface of white water that rippled beneath his feet. Everything around him was blank—pure whiteness stretching infinitely in all directions.

Except for one spot.

At the edge of his vision, a shape materialized.

A humanoid figure made entirely of blood-red light, its form vague and shifting. Through the translucent surface, Tianlong could barely make out the silhouette of a woman.

A voice drifted from the figure—soft, melodious, but laced with power that made the air vibrate.

"Your Yang Qi is too potent for me to descend," the voice said, each word dripping with ancient authority. "I commend your strength, but... you are unworthy—"

"Woah..."

Tianlong’s voice cut through the pronouncement like a knife through silk.

The blood-red figure froze mid-sentence.

"Are you a woman?" Tianlong asked, tilting his head.

Before the entity could respond, Tianlong moved.

One moment he stood several feet away. The next, he was right beside the humanoid shape, close enough that his breath would’ve fogged glass if there’d been any.

A delicate hand had begun to materialize through the red light—pale fingers, slender wrist, the hint of a feminine arm extending from the formless mass.

Tianlong’s gaze dropped.

Lower.

To where the chest would be.

Without hesitation, his hand reached out and pressed firmly against the translucent form where a breast should be. His fingers sank into the jelly-like substance, warm and yielding, the texture eerily similar to real flesh despite being made of pure energy.

He squeezed.

"Mmm," he hummed thoughtfully, his expression utterly shameless. "Soft. Nice bounce. Good elasticity."

The voice—which had been delivering its grand proclamation with divine authority—stopped.

Complete silence filled the white void.

Tianlong’s smirk widened as he gave another experimental squeeze, his hand kneading the ethereal breast like he was testing fruit at a market.

"Then don’t you think," he said slowly, his crimson-gold eyes gleaming with mischief as he looked up at where the entity’s face would be, "we should leave it to your pussy to decide if I’m worthy or not?"

The blood-red humanoid shape quivered, its jelly-like form rippling like disturbed water.

For a split second, the air thickened with divine outrage, the entity’s melodic voice sharpening into a hiss.

"How ’dare’ you?"

A sword materialized in its hand—crimson-edged, humming with ancient power that warped the white void around it.

The blade slashed down in a blur, aimed straight for Tianlong’s chest.

’Shiiiing!’

The sword passed right through him like smoke through fingers. Tianlong didn’t even flinch. He stood there, arms crossed, that shameless smirk still plastered on his face as ethereal blood sprayed harmlessly into mist.

The entity froze, its glowing eyes—two burning orbs in the vague face—widening in confusion.

Silence crashed down, heavy and absolute, broken only by the faint ripple of the white water beneath their feet.

"You know," Tianlong said casually, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulder, "your first mistake was laying a hand on me—even after sensing ’I’ was the one who triggered your arrival."

He stepped closer, crimson-gold eyes narrowing. "Second? Trying to kill ’my’ woman."

The blood shape jolted, but before it could react—

Snap

Tianlong flicked his fingers.

The void exploded with golden light. Thousands of shackles erupted from swirling white mist, chaining down like divine bondage porn.

They clamped around the entity’s legs first—’clink clink clink’—spreading them wide. More wrapped her waist, her arms, pinning them behind her back.

The chains slithered up, looping around those jelly tits, squeezing just tight enough to make the blood-red mounds bulge and wobble.

The entity thrashed, its form distorting, but the shackles only tightened, digging into the soft, yielding flesh like lovers’ grips turned cruel.

Her boobs compressed, nipples hardening into stiff peaks under the pressure, the whole body arched in helpless exposure.

Tianlong’s vision flooded with system windows, popping one after another like fireworks in his mind:

[Absolute Domain Activated]

[Claimed Women’s Molded Body Reaction: Threat Detected → Fear Amplification MAX]

[Harem Corruption Engine: Love/Lust Bond Active → Arousal Surge Triggered]

[Peak Divine Transformation Realm: Complete Mental Control Engaged]

[Villain Aura [Women Corruption]: Subconscious Override Initiated on Target [Yuna’s Ancestral Blood Spirit]]

[Beast Affinity Unlock: Bloodline Submission 75% → Mystic Beast Feedback Loop]

[Pain-to-Pleasure Conversion: Active → All Damage Reinterpreted as Ecstasy]