Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 312 - Plot 1: Romance Cringe

A few moments ago...

"Eh? What?"

Tianlong’s brain felt like a fried egg. The sheer, unadulterated audacity of Xiang’s demand, thrown out like a gauntlet in the middle of a dusty academy corridor, had short-circuited his every thought.

Xiang’s face, which had been a mask of demanding petulance, crumpled. Her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, and her lower lip jutted out in a pout so pronounced it could have balanced a coin.

"Don’t you ’Eh? What?’ me!" she snapped, her voice high and sharp. "You heard me! You knocked her up, so now it’s my turn!"

Akane, still leaning against him, managed a weak but incredibly smug smirk in Xiang’s direction. Her free hand came to rest protectively over her own slightly rounded belly, a silent ’fuck you’ that was more potent than any words. The rivalry was back on, full force.

Tianlong felt a headache coming on. Arguing was pointless. Logic had left the building. There was only one language these two truly understood right now.

With a sigh that was part exasperation and part complete surrender to the insanity, he acted.

His hand shot out, grabbing Xiang’s wrist. He gave a sharp tug, and with a yelp of surprise, she stumbled forward, her entire body slamming into his. Her boobs, delicate but firm, squished against his hard chest.

Before she could protest, his other arm tightened around Akane, pulling her flush against his other side.

He was now a Tianlong sandwich, with a divine fox on his left and a perpetually pissed-off hot woman on his right.

He stood there for a moment, a man holding two of the most troublesome, beautiful women he’d ever known, their warm breaths mixing in the air in front of his face. Then, his hands decided to join the party.

They slid down their backs, his left hand cupping the full, thick curve of Akane’s ass, a handful that was all soft, yielding flesh.

His right hand found Xiang’s; smaller, but firm, perky, and juicy. He gave them both a hard, possessive squeeze.

"Mmph~!" Akane gasped, her head falling back against his shoulder.

A soft, frustrated moan escaped Xiang’s lips, her body tensing before melting against his grip.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against Xiang’s ear, his voice a low, teasing growl that sent shivers down both of their spines.

"If I made you both pregnant at the same time," he murmured, his fingers kneading their flesh, "then whom am I gonna fuck when you have big bellies, huh?"

Xiang’s whole body trembled. Her lips parted, her eyes glazed over, and for a split second, she looked like she was going to lunge forward and devour his mouth.

But she caught herself, shaking her head with a fierce denial, her competitive spirit overriding the haze of lust.

"Don’t fool me," she whispered, her voice husky and raw with need. "I want it now."

And to prove her point, her hand shot down between them, her fingers closing around his dick through his pants.

It was already thick and heavy from Akane’s earlier work, but Xiang’s determined rubbing, a firm, knowing friction against the fabric, was a direct command.

He could feel himself swelling, blood rushing to answer her demand.

A slow grin spread across Tianlong’s face. He loved this. He looked down at her, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Then how about you do me a favor?"

Xiang’s hand paused its work, her head tilting up to look at him, her eyes burning with a mix of suspicion and desperate curiosity.

"What?"

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’This dress is too tight... does he have such kinks?’

Behind her, Seria was still on her knees, her entire body shaking with rage and humiliation.

Then Yu Xiang did something that made Seria’s blood run cold.

She walked over to the blonde woman with deliberate slowness, her hips swaying with each step—a motion that was hypnotic in its fluid grace.

’He was impressed by her... no, it was Rururu...’

She placed the heel of her shoe against Seria’s cheek, not pressing hard enough to cause immediate damage, but enough to make her absolute point.

"Urghh... grhhg..."

The gesture was degrading, a clear statement of dominance that transcended violence.

A smirk spread across Yu Xiang’s face—pure predatory satisfaction.

In that moment, Seria understood something fundamental: this woman would kill her without hesitation, without remorse, and would probably enjoy it.

The realization was enough to make her freeze, her breath catching in her throat.

Yu Xiang held the position for exactly three seconds.

Then she withdrew her heel and turned back toward Aelric.

She approached him with calm, purposeful steps, and when she raised her hand toward his face, Aelric instinctively tensed, unsure what she intended.

Her violet eyes focused on a thin line of blood at his temple—a cut from one of the earlier exchanges.

Her fingertips came up gentle and careful, brushing away the blood with surprising tenderness that was completely at odds with the violence she’d just dispensed.

"You have blood here," she said softly, her voice dropping into something almost gentle. "Are you injured?"

Aelric felt something strange happen in his chest. Her touch was warm, and there was something about her proximity that made his pulse quicken in a way he didn’t quite understand.

"Yes, but it’s a minor injury," he replied, his voice coming out slightly strained. "Something this small I can handle easily."

Yu Xiang’s smile widened, and she let out a soft, amused laugh. "Fufu~ indeed, I can see that," she said, her hand retreating from his face but the warmth of her touch lingering.

’Sigh,’ she thought to herself, lowering her hand. ’Touching another man... you better fulfill your promise, honey, or else I am gonna kill this guy—’

She didn’t have time to think further, because a wrist suddenly gripped hers.

Hard. Violent.

She was yanked around so quickly her goggles tilted, and a sharp crack echoed across the balcony as a palm connected with her cheek with full, unrestrained force. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Yu Xiang’s head snapped to the side, her violet eyes going momentarily wide with genuine surprise.

When she turned back, her expression had gone completely flat—the amusement entirely drained from her features.

The woman who’d slapped her stood there, her entire frame radiating fury that seemed almost tangible.

She had striking red hair—vibrant and almost metallic in the sunlight, falling in thick waves down her back.

Her eyes were a burning crimson red, filled with a fury that promised violence on a scale that would remake the world.

She was trembling with rage.

"How dare you touch him!" Yuna snarled, her voice a growl that promised violence beyond mercy. "Tell Rururu to know her place—"

"YUNA!! WHAT THE HELL?!" Aelric did not let her complete her sentence, shocked to see that one of his classmates would slap a professor.

"A-Aelric?" Yuna’s eyes widened as she tried to process why he was yelling at her when she had just saved him, her eyes fluttering as it took in how Aelric’s expression was strained, looking worried toward that woman with the goggles who was adjusting them while clearly holding a smirk, looking back at her, confused while Aelric...

"P-Professor, are you alright?!"

"Huh? Professor?" Yuna at that moment realized there seemed to have just been a misunderstanding that occurred here.

Yu Xiang rubbed her cheek slowly, deliberately, adjusting her jaw with a theatrical wince that seemed almost calculated.

Her violet goggles had tilted slightly from the impact, and she straightened them with precise, measured movements.

When she turned to face Yuna fully, her expression had shifted into something cold and professional—the mask of authority settling over her features like frost.

"Miss Yuna," she said, her voice carrying the kind of weight that made the air itself feel heavier. "I hope you have a better explanation for striking a professor than what I’m currently imagining." She paused, letting the silence stretch just long enough to become uncomfortable. "Of course, if you don’t want to be expelled from the academy."

Yuna’s entire body went rigid. Her mouth parted, words catching in her throat as the reality of what she’d just done crashed down on her like a physical weight. Her crimson eyes flickered between Yu Xiang’s calm, predatory expression and Aelric’s shocked, horrified face.

"I—" she started, her voice coming out strangled. She turned desperately toward Aelric, trying to explain, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Aelric, listen to me! I heard from one of Rururu’s friends that she was going to have someone attack you—break your leg, hurt you. I came here to stop it, to protect you—"

But Aelric wasn’t listening to her words. His blonde eyes were wide with genuine panic as he stared at her, his expression a mixture of shock and something that looked dangerously close to anger.

"Yuna, do you even know what you just did?" His voice cracked slightly, desperation bleeding through his usually calm tone. "What the hell is wrong with you? You could be expelled from the academy for this! Do you understand that? Expelled!"

The words hit Yuna like physical blows. She stood there, completely frozen, her mind struggling to process what was happening. She’d come here to save him. She’d rushed across the academy, heart pounding with fear for his safety, ready to throw herself between him and whatever danger threatened him.

And now he was looking at her like she was the problem.

"What?" The word came out barely above a whisper. Her crimson eyes began to shimmer with unshed tears. "I... I was trying to help you."

But Aelric had already turned away from her, moving toward Yu Xiang with genuine concern etched across his features.

He needed to solve this matter, and he knew exactly whom to lean toward to save Yuna.

"Please, remain silent for a bit, Yuna."

"Professor, I’m so sorry. Yuna is... she’s hot-headed. She causes trouble sometimes without thinking things through. Please, let me apologize on her behalf—"

Something inside Yuna shattered.

’H-hot-headed?’

Before she could speak, before she could try to explain again, Yu Xiang moved with predatory swiftness.

Her hand shot out, gripping Yuna’s wrist with a force that made the cat kin woman gasp in genuine shock.

She tried instinctively to pull away, her considerable physical strength—equal to Core Formation Realm by cultivation standards, or Silver Body Realm by this world’s measure—flowing through her muscles.

But Yu Xiang’s grip didn’t budge. Not even slightly.

The realization hit Yuna like ice water: this woman was far, far stronger than she’d initially assessed.

"Let’s head to the Director’s office," Yu Xiang said, her voice carrying a cheerful note that was somehow more threatening than anger would have been.

She began walking, pulling Yuna along as if the struggling cat kin woman weighed nothing at all. "I’ll make sure to throw you out of this academy personally, Miss Yuna."

"Wait!" Yuna’s voice cracked as she was dragged forward, her feet scrambling for purchase on the stone floor. "Aelric, please! I was trying to protect you!"

But Aelric was still focused on Yu Xiang, his expression anxious and worried. "Professor, please. Can we discuss this? Is there any way to resolve this without involving the Director? Yuna didn’t do it intentionally."