Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 317 - END OF ACADEMY ARC
He nodded, and then the world dissolved.
The hallway vanished in a blink.
There was no rush of wind, just an instantaneous shift that left her stomach lurching.
One moment they were outside; the next, she found herself in the familiar surroundings of her own dorm room.
"How...?" she gasped, utterly shocked by the impossible feat.
He did not answer.
He strode toward her bed and gently began to lower her.
As he moved, her parted thighs brushed against his crotch.
Her entire body went rigid.
Through the thin inner layers of his robe, she felt it—a thick, impossibly hard ridge of flesh, a solid, bone-like presence that pressed intimately against the soaked fabric of her suit covering her groin.
It was not just a bulge; it was a weapon, a promise of being split wide open.
A fresh flood of heat and fluid flooded her, making her tremble violently from head to toe.
Her eyes automatically shot down, staring at the source of that shocking pressure, her face burning with shame and an even stronger, darker want.
As he laid her on the mattress, her hands clung to his robe, her knuckles white.
She did not want him to go.
Her body screamed for him to stay, to use that horrifyingly thick part of him to fill the aching, pulsing void he had carved inside her.
"Please... don’t... ngh... go..." she whispered, her voice husky and broken as she tried to pull him down for a kiss, her mind completely lost to the heat.
He gently but firmly pried her fingers from his robe, his touch methodical and cold.
"Miss Yuna, please maintain your dignity," he said, his voice calm and detached. "It’s just an artificial chemical reaction. You will be fine."
He stood up, putting distance between them.
But she was too far gone.
She surged up like an animal, grabbing his collar again.
"Wait, Professor! Mmmh... you can—you can use me—"
He pushed her back down onto the bed with one hand.
His other hand moved with surprising speed, grabbing the silk scarves from her decorative pillows.
Before she could react, he had bound one of her wrists to the brass bedpost above her head.
She trembled, watching in a daze as he moved to the other side, securing her other wrist.
He then moved to her legs, parting them and tying her ankles to the foot of the bed, leaving her spread-eagled and completely, utterly vulnerable.
The sleek black suit was stretched taut over her form, and the material at the apex of her thighs was now glistening and dripping, outlining her soaked pussy in humiliating detail.
Her crimson tail whipped back and forth in the air, a frantic, helpless flag of her arousal.
Tianlong stood slowly, his shadow falling over her exposed, trembling form.
He looked down at her, a masterpiece of his own creation, panting and soaked in her own juices.
"I will stand outside this room," he said, his voice devoid of the earlier strain, now just cool and controlled. "Once the effects have worn off, let me know. I will leave."
He turned his back on her and started to walk toward the door.
The sight of him leaving, the finality of it, the absolute, cruel denial after such intense stimulation—it broke something inside her.
A choked, animalistic cry ripped from her throat.
"NYAAANGHH~~!!!" she wailed, a hot, guttural moan erupting as her back arched violently off the bed, her hips bucking uselessly against her bonds and her eyes rolling back in overwhelming arousal.
A torrent of clear fluid gushed from within her suit, jetting out from the soaked fabric with a force she had never before experienced in her life, her crotch area flooding with even more wetness that seeped through and pooled beneath her.
It soaked the material clinging to her, drenched the sheets beneath her, and spattered onto the floor with a series of wet, slapping sounds that echoed in the quiet room.
Her entire body convulsed in a massive, shattering orgasm that stole her breath and her sight, a climax of pure, undiluted agony and ecstasy.
Her vision blurred, the image of his retreating back swimming in a haze of tears as she collapsed back onto the wet, sticky sheets, boneless and shuddering uncontrollably.
"Professor... nnngh..." she muttered, his name a final, desperate, broken prayer on her lips before her eyes darkened and closed as she lost consciousness after having her life’s first orgasm.
"Sigh... how fun—" Tianlong stood outside Yuna’s dormitory, his back pressed against the cold wall of the hallway.
His smile was satisfactory, but something within him felt how easy it was... he felt as if he was doing something wrong by being stuck here.
Inside, he could still hear the faint, pitiful whimpers of the unconscious cat girl, her body twitching even in sleep from the overwhelming sensations he’d forced upon her.
He closed his eyes, exhaling slowly as he realized he was just fulfilling his teenage-year dreams and all.
"Yeah, a cat girl, snake girl, what am I worrying about?" A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he felt everything was good; he was on the right track.
He could get stronger later; just enjoy himself a bit.
But the smirk died as quickly as it came.
"Huh—!"
His hand moved to his chest, fingers pressing hard against the fabric of his robe. His heart was pounding—not from arousal, not from triumph, but from something else entirely.
Fear.
"N-no, why the hell..." This kind of fear he had only felt in this world just once, just once when he was helpless, his body on the verge of breaking with absolute despair.
Badump
His heart skipped a beat.
The hallway around him flickered.
The walls, the floors, the very air itself—everything trembled, warping like a reflection on disturbed water.
"What—"
The world shifted.
Colors drained away, bleeding into a monochrome gray. The sounds of the academy—distant chatter, footsteps, the hum of spiritual energy—all of it vanished, swallowed by an oppressive, suffocating silence.
Tianlong’s eyes blinked, and the next thing they captured was darkness.
He wasn’t in the hallway anymore.
He stood in the center of an endless void, a black expanse that stretched infinitely in all directions.
Above him, the darkness coalesced, swirling and condensing until it formed a single, massive eye.
It was crimson, flecked with gold, and it stared down at him with an intensity that made his skin crawl.
"No... no, no, no—"
His voice was barely a whisper.
His legs moved on instinct, trying to flee, but his body refused to obey.
His feet were rooted to the spot, held in place by an invisible force that wrapped around him like iron chains.
CLANG.
The sound echoed through the void.
Two massive chains, each link thicker than his torso, materialized out of the darkness. They coiled around his wrists, tightening with a force that made his bones creak.
He tried to summon his cultivation base, to call upon the Divine Transformation Realm strength that had crushed countless enemies before.
Nothing.
His spiritual energy was gone, compressed into nothingness by the sheer weight of the presence that surrounded him.
His Horny God Physique, his Beast Taming Aura, his Absolute Domain—all of it was useless.
He was mortal.
No.
He was less than mortal.
He was prey.
"Fuck—!"
Clank clank.
He thrashed against the chains, muscles straining, veins bulging along his neck and arms.
But the chains didn’t budge. If anything, they tightened further, cutting into his skin and drawing thin lines of blood.
His breathing turned frantic, chest heaving as panic clawed its way up his throat.
And then, the voice came.
"YOU ARE TESTING THE LEVEL OF MY PATIENCE NOW."
It was not a sound.
It was a force, a pressure that crushed down on him from all sides.
Each word was a hammer blow that slammed into his skull, reverberating through his bones and rattling his teeth.
His knees buckled.
He fell forward, held upright only by the chains that bound his wrists.
Blood dripped from his nose, hot and metallic on his tongue.
"Urgh—!"
His vision swam, red flashing across his sight as the System windows materialized in front of him.
[ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!]
[IMMENSE PRESSURE DETECTED!]
[WARNING: HOST BODY INTEGRITY AT 47%!]
[DOMAIN MASTER LEVEL THREAT!]
The crimson text blinked rapidly, filling his field of vision with urgent, panicked warnings.
Tianlong’s eyes widened, pupils dilating as the realization hit him like a freight train.
"Frost... Wyrm... Empress—!?"
