Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 315 - Poor Professor

Yu Xiang’s hand remained pressed against Tianlong’s crotch for another agonizing second for Yuna before she pulled back, her fingers trailing deliberately slow across the fabric as if trying to arouse him, even though she knew it was not going to work.

"Come," she commanded, her voice switching back to that cold, authoritative tone. "There’s a private consultation room nearby. We can... ’discuss’ the terms of Miss Yuna’s punishment there."

She turned on her heel, her hips swaying as she walked toward a door just down the corridor.

Tianlong glanced at Yuna, whose face had gone completely pale.

’N-no...’ Her ears were flat against her head, her tail wrapped tightly around her leg as if trying to make herself smaller.

"Wait!" Yuna’s voice cracked as she stumbled forward. Seeing his expression, she at least realized what was about to happen. So she turned hurriedly. "Professor Xiang, please! Just punish me! Expel me if you want, but don’t—don’t make him do this!"

Yu Xiang paused at the door, looking back over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "Oh? And why would I do that, Miss Yuna? Your professor here seems perfectly willing to negotiate on your behalf."

"Because it’s wrong!" Yuna’s hands clenched into fists, her claws digging into her palms. "This isn’t... you can’t just..."

She wanted to speak out, but she was neither dense enough to not understand, nor shameless enough to speak up about what this woman was frankly doing here.

’It’s hard to relate.’ Tianlong tried to see it from a different angle of this world’s system.

In this world, with its reversed social dynamics, what Yu Xiang was demanding was the equivalent of a man sacrificing his dignity to save a student.

The power imbalance, the coercion, the sheer impropriety of it all—it made Yuna’s stomach turn.

Women held the power here. They were the ones who pursued, who demanded, who took what they wanted.

And men... men were expected to comply, to be grateful for the attention, to submit.

It was disgusting.

"Professor Tianlong, please," Yuna whispered, her voice breaking. "You don’t have to do this. Not for me."

Tianlong turned to face her fully. His expression softened as he reached out, his large hand settling gently on top of her head.

His fingers threaded through her red hair, ruffling it in a gesture that was almost brotherly.

"Miss Yuna," he said quietly, his voice warm despite the absurdity of the situation. "You’re a student with a bright future ahead of you. This academy... it’s important for people like you."

His thumb brushed against one of her cat ears, making it twitch involuntarily.

’Woah... it’s softer than Akane’s?!’ Tianlong felt how her ears were less furry than Akane’s but composed himself fast.

"Stay put here," he continued, his tone firm but kind. "I’ll finish this soon enough. Don’t worry about me."

"But—"

"He’s right, you know," Yu Xiang called from the doorway, her voice dripping with amusement. "Your professor is quite the gentleman. Or should I say... quite the ’man’."

She emphasized the last word with a deliberate leer, her eyes raking over Tianlong’s form once more.

Tianlong’s hand left Yuna’s head as he straightened, his expression settling back into that calm, composed mask.

He walked toward the door where Yu Xiang waited, each step slow to act like a calm victim here.

Yuna’s hand shot out, grabbing the edge of his sleeve. "Professor, please—"

He gently pulled his arm free, giving her one last reassuring look before stepping through the doorway.

Yu Xiang followed him in, and the door swung shut with a definitive ’click’.

The lock engaged.

"No..."

Yuna stood frozen in the empty corridor, staring at the closed door. Her hand was still outstretched, trembling in the air where his sleeve had been.

Then her legs moved on their own.

She stumbled forward, her palms pressing flat against the wooden door. Her ear—the one closest to the surface—pressed against it as well, straining to hear what was happening inside.

Silence.

Then, muffled voices.

"Well then, ’Professor’," came Yu Xiang’s voice, sultry and commanding. "Remove your pants and show me your dick, now."

’!’

’N-no—!?’

Yuna’s breath hitched. Tears began forming in the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision as they spilled down her cheeks.

’He’s... he’s really going to...’

The image burned itself into her mind—Professor Tianlong, the kind man who had just tried to help her, about to lose his dignity at the hands of that woman.

All because of her.

Because she’d been stupid enough to slap a professor, because she’d rushed in without thinking, because she’d failed to protect Aelric and now she couldn’t even protect the one person trying to protect her.

Her forehead pressed against the door as her shoulders began to shake.

"I’m sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I’m so sorry, Professor..."

Inside the room, Tianlong and Yu Xiang stood facing each other.

The moment the door clicked shut, the suffocating tension of the performance vanished.

Yu Xiang let out a shuddering breath, her entire body slumping as the sultry, predatory mask fell away. "That was the cringiest thing I’ve ever done in my life," she hissed, burying her face in her hands. "Why are you making me do all this with those childish drama?"

Before she could spiral further into her self-loathing, a pair of strong hands clamped onto her ass, gripping her through the taut fabric of her pencil skirt.

Her ass was soft as jelly yet perky, yielding deliciously under his firm squeeze, the flesh molding to his palms like warm, pliant temptation.

"IEEK—!"

Tianlong pulled her back against him, his body hard and unyielding. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. "I must say," he rumbled, his voice a low growl against her skin, "you’re far too dirty when you play with other people."

A shiver ran down her spine, but she didn’t pull away. "It felt like I was playing with a child," she muttered, the words muffled by her hands. "Awkward. Why did you make me do that?"

He chuckled, a deep sound that vibrated through her. "Because I wanted to see you in this dress."

His hands squeezed again, kneading her flesh as he lifted her slightly, pressing her more firmly against him.

Her cleavage, already prominent, mashed against his chest in a heated crush, her flat nipples hardening subtly beneath the thin blouse fabric, aching as revealed edges of pink shade revealed due to press.

Through her violet goggles, her eyes flickered, a mix of annoyance and arousal warring within them.

She finally dropped her hands and rolled her eyes. "What’s so unique about seeing me in this dress when you’ve already seen every inch of me naked?"

"Say," he mused, ignoring her question as he pulled back just enough to look at her face. "Where did my young, innocent wife go? How did I end up with such a strange, corrupted woman?"

Xiang’s lips parted, a flicker of something uncertain in her eyes. "What? I thought you liked it if I remained confident, don’t you?"

The question hung in the air, a rare moment of vulnerability from her. He looked at her, truly looked at her, and his expression softened.

His hand came up, his thumb brushing gently across her soft, full lips. His gaze turned possessive, intense, but the undercurrent of raw affection was undeniable.

"Your being with me," he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "is more than enough for me."

He leaned in and gave her a small, chaste peck on the lips.

It was nothing. A feather-light touch.

But it sent a jolt through Xiang’s entire system. Her lips trembled as he retreated, and she blinked, stunned by the sudden, overwhelming tenderness. His gentle smile was a weapon far more potent than any of his teases or demands.

Her own face flushed a brilliant red. She clasped her cheeks, a squeak of frustration escaping her throat before she grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands, pulling him toward her with renewed ferocity.

"Stop being like that and MAKE ME PREGNANT ALREADY—!"

SLAM!

The door to the consultation room burst open, slamming against the interior wall with a deafening crack.

Xiang’s shouted demand hung in the air, echoing in the sudden, horrified silence.

Framed in the doorway stood another professor. From the waist up, she was a beautiful woman with wide, terrified golden eyes blinking behind a pair of spectacles. From the waist down, she was a long, serpentine tail of shimmering pink and white scales that coiled on the corridor floor.

Professor Ophidia.

Her lips parted, a gasp escaping as her eyes darted from Xiang’s hands fisted in Tianlong’s shirt, to Tianlong’s calm, almost amused expression, and finally to Xiang’s face, contorted with fury at the interruption.

Recognition dawned in Ophidia’s eyes, and with it, pure, unadulterated terror.

Her blood ran cold. The director’s meeting. Yu Xiang’s chilling words flashed through her mind like a brand of hot iron. ’He will claim what is his. And you will all be his to use as he pleases. When he calls for you, you will come or he will get your asses instead.’

She hadn’t thought it would be like this. She thought... she didn’t know what she thought.

But she hadn’t expected to walk into the very heart of the shark tank she’d been warned about. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"I... Professor... wait," she stammered, her voice a reedy squeak. "A student complained, but... I didn’t..."

Her words died in her throat as a second figure pushed past her, bursting into the room with righteous fury.

Yuna.

"Professor Ophidia!" Yuna yelled, pointing a trembling finger at Tianlong. "Seize him! The new professor is assaulting Professor Xiang! You already have the proof! Complain to the Director right now!"

Professor Ophidia looked from the furious cat-girl to the two people she had interrupted. She saw Xiang, whose gaze was now fixed on her with the promise of a slow and painful death.

She saw Tianlong. Everything that Xing had told her about him caused her hands to slowly slip forward to cover herself, her fingers brushing over the scale pattern of the dress she wore. Her face flushed as she recalled how he had been too lewd.

Her serpentine tail trembled, the scales rattling softly against the stone floor. She had been caught. Trapped. Delivered by the very student she was supposed to be helping.

Yuna, oblivious to the complex horror unfolding, took a step forward. "Didn’t you hear me, Professor? Arrest him!"

Tianlong finally broke his silence. He didn’t look at Yuna. He didn’t even look at Xiang.

His eyes were fixed solely on the trembling, half-snake woman in the doorway.

And he chuckled, knowing how pissed off Xiang was going to be.

"Well done, Yuna... I am safe now... Haha, let’s go."