Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 404- Tianlong Treating the Queen as One

Chapter 404: Chapter 404- Tianlong Treating the Queen as One

The air shimmered near the grand entrance.

Reality tore—not violently, but casually, like silk being pulled apart by invisible hands. Golden light spilled through the gap, washing across the cold marble floor. The black butterflies nearest to the portal scattered, their dark wings fluttering frantically away from the brilliant, domineering energy.

Then he stepped through.

Tianlong.

His crimson robes flowed around him, but they were in disarray. The chest was open, revealing muscular pectorals glistening with a sheen of sweat. Traces of dried white cum stained the fine fabric near his groin—evidence of the seventy-two women he had just finished breaking. His hair was messy, smelling of sex and female musk.

His eyes—those striking crimson-gold irises—were sharp, alert, taking in the scene immediately.

Helvora on her knees in the center, grey hair falling around her defeated shoulders.

Two other women collapsed near shattered thrones—one with white hair, one with black, both unconscious and bleeding sluggishly. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

And his wives. Standing victorious among a swarm of black butterflies.

Tianlong’s lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile.

He walked forward, each footstep echoing in the oppressive silence. The portal sealed behind him with a soft whisper of displaced air.

Sabrina clicked her tongue the moment she saw him, her golden eyes rolling. "Took you long enough."

But Tianlong’s attention was elsewhere.

He moved toward Yu Xiang, who stood in the center of the hall surrounded by her butterfly swarm. She wore that impossibly tight black dress—the fabric clinging to every curve of her milky white skin like it was painted on, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Without a word, without warning, Tianlong approached from behind.

His arms wrapped around her waist possessively. One hand immediately shot up and groped her left breast, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh through the thin fabric. His other hand slid down her flat stomach and landed directly on her crotch, pressing firmly against her pussy lips through the dress.

"Ahh—!" Yu Xiang flinched, her violet eyes widening. Her body went rigid for a split second before melting against him.

Tianlong leaned in, his lips finding the sensitive curve of her neck. He kissed the pale skin there, breathing in her scent, then opened his mouth and sucked hard, marking her.

"Mmnh..." Yu Xiang’s breath hitched, her elegant composure cracking.

"Hello," she managed to say, her voice strained but trying to maintain her cool facade. "Darling... you arrived."

Tianlong’s two fingers rubbed her pussy through the fabric in slow, deliberate circles. He could feel the intense heat radiating from her core, could feel the slick wetness already soaking through the black material, sticking it to her swollen lips.

"You’re already wet," he murmured against her neck, his breath hot and moist. "Soaking wet. The moment I touched you."

His hand on her breast kneaded roughly, pinching the nipple through the dress until it hardened into a stiff, diamond-cutter peak against his palm. His other hand continued its ministrations between her legs—rubbing the clit, pressing into the damp cleft, teasing the lips.

"Nghh..." Yu Xiang’s hips moved involuntarily, grinding back against his fingers. Her violet eyes fluttered closed, a flush rising on her cheeks.

Before he could continue, something soft, heavy, and pillowy pressed against his left side.

Tianlong glanced over.

Akane.

The nine-tailed fox had moved beside him silently, pressing her massive, milk-heavy breasts against his arm. Her thick, voluptuous MILF body molded to his side, her warmth seeping through his robes. Her golden eyes sparkled with mischief and desire, her fox ears twitching with excitement.

"After arriving, touching your younger wife first, I see," she said, her voice carrying mock hurt. Her hand traced up his chest, nails grazing his nipple. "What about me, Husband?"

From his right side, another body pressed close.

Yuna.

She hugged him from the opposite side, her tight latex suit crying out as it stretched over her curves. Every inch was on display—her breasts large and firm, squishing against his other arm, the latex warm and slick. She wrapped herself around him possessively.

"Why not touch me too, Professo... I mean Husband?" she purred, her lips grazing his earlobe.

Tianlong chuckled—the sound dark and amused, vibrating through all three women pressed against him.

He slowly retreated, pulling his hands away from Yu Xiang.

"Ahh..." She gasped at the sudden absence, her violet eyes snapping open. Frustration flashed across her beautiful face as her body was left wanting, her pussy throbbing with unfulfilled need, the wet spot on her dress cooling rapidly.

She turned immediately, her arms wrapping around his neck, pressing her body flush against his front, trying to reclaim the contact.

"You missed me, didn’t you?" Tianlong asked, looking down at her flushed face, enjoying her desperation.

Before Yu Xiang could answer, Akane’s nose twitched. Her fox ears flattened against her skull, and her nine tails bristled slightly behind her.

"Wait..." she said, leaning in and sniffing the air around his crotch more carefully. Her golden eyes narrowed. "I smell... so many women. Fresh scent. Virgin blood. Cum. Lots of it." Her nose wrinkled. "What is this?"

Tianlong just pulled both Akane and Yuna to his sides, his hands groping their wide hips possessively. His fingers found one of Akane’s fluffy fox tails and squeezed the sensitive base.

"Ahhn!" Akane’s body trembled, her knees buckling slightly. Her sensitive tail sent bolts of pleasure straight to her pussy.

"Nothing important," Tianlong said casually, his tone dismissive. "Was just preparing an army."

He glanced around the hall properly now, taking in the destroyed thrones, the unconscious queens, and the swarm of butterflies containing the trapped catkin.

Not visible from here, but from inside were hundreds of tiny faces pressed against translucent barriers within each insect, watching helplessly.

His gaze settled on the grey-haired woman still on her knees.

"By the way," he said, gesturing with his chin, "who is that woman?"

The queen’s grey eyes—sharp despite her position—locked onto him. Recognition flashed across her face immediately, followed by shock, then blinding rage.

"You?" she breathed, her voice trembling with fury.

Tianlong chuckled and slowly walked toward her, the three women reluctantly releasing him. He approached the kneeling queen, his steps measured, predatory.

He knelt slightly when he reached her, reaching out to place his large hand under her chin. He tilted her face up, forcing her to look at him.

"Aren’t you too much of an evil woman?" he asked, his tone conversational, almost amused.

Helvora’s jaw clenched. Her small catkin fangs—sharp and white—bared as she snarled, her pupils contracting into slits.

"I will kill you, you bastard!"

Tianlong blinked, unimpressed. He turned his head to look at Akane over his shoulder.

"Why is this hallway empty?" he asked. "I thought you would kill everyone here."

Helvora’s eyes widened. Her ears flattened completely against her skull.

"The—" she started, fury building in her voice like a volcanic eruption. "How dare you speak so casually about—"

Tianlong moved.

His hand grabbed the back of her head—fingers tangling in her thick grey hair—and pulled her forward roughly. His lips crashed against hers, cutting off her words mid-sentence.

"Mmmph?!"

Helvora’s grey eyes went impossibly wide with shock. Her hands came up instinctively, palms pressing against his chest, trying to push him away.

But he was immovable. Like a mountain.