Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 310 - Yu Xiang’s Jealousy?
’...bitch... I will kill you.’
Then they were gone, leaving Seria alone in the corridor with blood pooling under her cheek and a cream-colored envelope pressing against her spine.
For a long moment, she just lay there, breathing in ragged gasps. Her hand trembled as it reached back, fingers closing around the envelope. She pulled it around, staring at the red wax seal through blurred vision.
Inside her head, three voices warred.
One screaming about revenge against Yuna.
One cursing Rururu’s existence.
And one—quiet, calculating, desperate—whispering about how much money might be in that envelope.
Seria’s fingers tightened on the paper, crumpling it slightly.
"Fucking academy," she muttered through broken teeth, tasting copper. "Fucking psycho midget. Fucking cat bitch."
But she didn’t let go of the envelope. And all of her anger was redirected towards a single name that was taken by both Yuna and this woman. "You are fucking dead... Aelric."
***
"Now that was interesting."
Tianlong stood motionless in the shadows of the academy’s upper corridor, his presence completely veiled. Especially since he had arrived within this academy after having a thorough session with Akane, chasing behind Sylvea.
His power levels were already soaring through the air, given due to dual cultivation intensity with Akane. He had already reached far stronger levels than peak Great Vehicle Realm.
Naturally, he did not check system notifications until now due to entangling one after another with so much upcoming events to even pay attention to his strength, which he noticed after how easily he just now broke those barriers, as if this strength and control of his powers had enhanced a hundred to a thousand times.
And now, looking towards the status window, he just realized he was fucking Akane for so long to even notice that he reached Middle Divine Transformation Realm.
[ CULTIVATION ADVANCEMENT:
Peak Great Vehicle Realm → Middle Divine Transformation (Stabilized)
Dual Cultivation Partner: Impregnated Divine Fox Matriarch. ]
It was not that the difference was so minimal that he did not notice it, but it was just that he did not even try to see how his power levels had become so strong that he could sense every single whisper within this academy, the complete absolute domain covering the whole inner circle.
The issue was simply that this world does not have spiritual energy or Qi, so he was burning through his own core, which added limitations where he could regenerate his Qi, but could only cover distinct regions.
Ignoring that, he focused on the present—why ignore? Because there was just too much, and rather than thinking of what he could actually not do, he should just enjoy this small academy plot a bit.
From his vantage point, he’d watched the entire corridor drama unfold—Seria’s pathetic rage, Rururu’s calculated cruelty, the exchange of that fateful envelope.
The girl was brilliant. Cold, methodical, absolutely merciless in her manipulation.
But his attention was already divided.
"Mmmph~... Slurrrp~..."
The sounds pulled his focus downward.
His hand held a soft red fox ear, fingers stroking gently as Akane worked his thick, nine-inch cock like she was savoring the most exquisite delicacy.
A reward for her helping him farm power levels here, treating it like a honeymoon academy vacation arc where he would keep fucking her to reach her Great Mahayana Level, which would take time while enjoying himself here.
Not an actual treat but time to cultivate before going more inside of this place called Eldoria Kingdom.
Akane’s golden eyes were locked on his, swimming with tears that streamed down her flushed cheeks as she bobbed her head at a slow, deliberate pace.
She treated his shaft like an ice cream stick—her tongue swirling around the bulbous head, tracing the ridge that formed along the underside, her lips sealed tight as she pulled back just to the tip before diving back down.
Her both hands massaged his heavy balls with practiced rhythm, squeezing gently, rolling them between her palms. The warmth of her touch combined with the wet suction of her mouth was absolute fucking heaven.
"Hah... You look beautiful, Akane," Tianlong groaned, tilting his head back for just a moment before looking down at her again. "You know, I never thought to see actual good drama here. The name Rururu—that was just top-class character intro."
He chuckled, watching her cheeks hollow slightly as she increased the suction, her tongue doing that thing where it pressed against the sensitive underside of his cock—
But then a voice came from beside him, sultry and laced with challenge.
"I can do that too? What’s so special about bullying someone?"
Yu Xiang appeared at his side, her small frame wrapping around him from behind, and what happened next made Akane’s golden eyes go impossibly wide.
Xiang’s delicate hands suddenly gripped Akane’s head, her slim fingers clawed into Akane’s scalp, nails scraping skin as she wrenched her head forward with savage force, turning what was an intimate romantic cock-suck into a throat-raping frenzy—Akane’s lips slamming down his girthy, vein-ridged shaft in wet, choking bursts.
Slrp squlch sqluch
"GHHHRK! Glurk-glurk GAAAHK~!"
Xiang rammed Akane’s face balls-deep, her nose mashing into his sweaty pubes while her throat ballooned like a stuffed snake, the fat crown of his cockhead carving a throbbing ridge under her stretched neck skin, her chin mashing on his balls as his dick pistoned in and out, slick with her gushing spit.
"Mmmrgh~! Hrrk-hrrk! Slrrp-glk!"
Akane’s jaw hung slack like a broken hinge, cheeks hollowing as her mouth turned into a drooling cocksleeve, thick ropes of throat slime bubbling from her stretched lips and splattering her tits in messy globs, her golden eyes crossing and whites flashing while snotty tears carved paths down her flushed face, body jerking like a ragdoll under Xiang’s iron grip.
"Stop it now, Xiang." Tianlong firmly said before his palm clamped over her knuckles on Akane’s hair—halting the onahole abuse with a stern squeeze.
Naturally Akane had taken him deep throat but this was definitely not acceptable when she was truly uncomfortable.
Yu Xiang’s fingers, tangled in Akane’s hair, tightened for a fraction of a second. A spark of defiance flared in her eyes, a silent challenge. She knew he was stronger, but her pride was a razor’s edge.
"Xiang," Tianlong repeated, his voice dropping an octave lower, all warmth gone. He didn’t need to raise his voice. The pressure from his hand on hers was enough, a calm but absolute statement of power. "Let. Go."
With a frustrated hiss, Xiang snatched her hands away as if Akane’s head had suddenly burst into flames.
The release was so abrupt that Akane stumbled forward, gagging and gasping.
"Khwack... Cough... haah..! haah...!! Y-you Xiang- cough!"
Tianlong was already moving, his free arm wrapping around her waist to pull her up from her knees.
"Cough... H-husba.." She slumped against his chest, one hand flying to her own throat as she coughed, a series of harsh, wet sounds that tore at the silence.
Her face was flushed, tears of raw shock and violation streaming down her cheeks, mixing with the trails of her earlier bliss.
He leaned in, his fingers gently clasping her cheek, his thumb wiping at a tear.
Her golden eyes were twitching, struggling to focus. For a moment, they were just a blur of pain, but then they cleared.
’Damn you... Xiang.’ Akane was pissed.
They sharpened.
And they locked onto Yu Xiang with a glare so cold it could have frozen lava.
Faced with that silent, vulpine fury, Xiang seemed to deflate. All the aggression, the vicious jealousy, just whooshed out of her in a long, theatrical sigh.
She looked at Akane, at Tianlong holding her, and then, in a move that stunned them both, she gracefully knelt on the stone floor.
She bowed her head as she bit her lips, realizing that was not a good thing to do.
"Sorry," she said, her voice surprisingly small. She looked up, her gaze meeting Akane’s directly as if reluctant but sad. "I was just jealous of you." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
The simple, blunt confession shattered the tension.
Tianlong and Akane just blinked.
The raw frustration in Akane’s glare faded, replaced by confusion.
[ Recovery Stamina Activated: Dual Partner Regeneration – Continuous recovery post-session. ]
Thanks to Tianlong’s system ability, the soreness in her throat and the ache in her jaw were already vanishing, leaving only the memory of the violation.
But Xiang wasn’t done. The apology was merely a prelude. She rose to her feet, her focus shifting entirely from Akane to Tianlong. The contrite look was gone, replaced by one of raw, unfiltered demand.
"Why am I not pregnant like her?"
Before Tianlong could even begin to formulate a response, Xiang jabbed an accusing finger toward Akane’s midsection.
His eyes followed her gesture, and for the second time, he saw it.
The fabric of Akane’s dress, which he hadn’t noticed in his haste, was stretched taut over a small but unmistakable bump.
It was the firm, curved belly of a woman who should be six months along, not one.
His ability to compress nine months of gestation into three had worked even better than he’d imagined, cramming nearly seven months of a divine fox’s pregnancy into the last few months of their ’honeymoon’.
A total two and a half months before he would be a father.
And there he recalled his other wives too would be waiting for him in the lower realm, though fortunately this world time was much more helpful and giving him patience, but what about Akane?
Forget how he just felt strange nervousness for a second there; his second woman nearby was too demanding.
Yu Xiang—the woman he hadn’t impregnated—was now standing in front of him, hands on her hips, demanding her turn with the same energy a child would use to demand a piece of candy.
The politics of the Eldoria Kingdom, the schemes of the academy, his own monumental power-up—it all vanished.
His entire world narrowed to this single, insane, domestic dispute in a dusty corridor.
His mind, capable of comprehending all boob, pussy and shit, went completely blank.
A single, eloquently stupid phrase was all that came out from his short-circuited brain.
"Eh? What?"
