Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 318 - ENOUGH OF CHILDISH GAMES

His voice cracked on the last syllable, the name tasting like ash and venom on his tongue.

The eye above him blinked once, slowly.

And then, the pressure multiplied.

CRACK

His body slammed into the ground, driven down by an invisible force that felt like a mountain had been dropped on his back.

His face hit the void floor, cheek pressed flat against the cold, unyielding surface.

Saliva and blood pooled beneath him, mixing into a grotesque puddle.

"Ghhk—!"

He couldn’t breathe.

His ribs groaned under the strain, threatening to snap like dry twigs.

"ENOUGH WITH YOU WASTING OUR TIME."

The voice was colder now, devoid of the earlier amusement. It was sharp, clinical, like a surgeon’s scalpel cutting through flesh.

"LEAVE THIS PATHETIC PLACE AND ENTER THE MAJOR CLANS NOW."

"W-what... the... fuck..."

Tianlong forced the words out through clenched teeth, each syllable a battle against the crushing weight that held him down.

His hands clawed at the ground, nails scraping uselessly against the smooth surface.

"Why... would I... do that...?"

The response was immediate.

SLAM

The pressure intensified, driving him further into the ground. His body flattened, bones creaking audibly as the force threatened to pulverize him into paste.

A strangled scream tore from his throat, raw and animalistic.

"I DID NOT SEND SABRINA TO YOU FOR WASTING YOUR TIME HERE IN THIS WELL."

The words echoed, each one a lash against his psyche.

"CONQUER THE MAJOR CLANS. BREED THE WOMEN THERE."

"Y-you...!"

Blood poured from his nose now, a steady stream that dripped onto the void floor.

His vision blurred, red and black spots dancing across his sight.

His mind raced, thoughts fragmenting and colliding in a desperate attempt to make sense of what was happening.

He suddenly realized that the arrival of the tiger woman who was killing him—all of it—really did not make sense. It was not just a simple coincidence. Up until now, everything within this domain had been under the surveillance of that woman.

"Wait... why did I forget about her?" And then, a sudden realization hit him. His eyes widened as he understood how he had just forgotten about her existence being important.

Just like in real life, humans forget about death even though they know it will come one day, but they do not fear it or even care about it in the way death actually is.

He too knew she was here and the owner of the Ancient Realm, but had he just forgotten about her entirely?

"N-no... was I under—?!" And then, a grim realization occurred to him. It was not that he had forgotten about her.

He knew she was here.

It was just that he had become numb to her, just like humans become numb to death.

They do not care about it and live their lives until it knocks on their door.

She was, after all, the queen of this hell. Death itself.

"Dammit... dammit... dammit...!"

His hands curled into fists, knuckles white as he trembled with rage and humiliation.

He suddenly realized what had actually happened to him here. All of it was a trap.

He had been lured. He had been doing sex, trying to take revenge, fucking women, while all along forgetting that he was inside someone else’s house—who knew from the start what he was doing.

He was like a breeding ox left in a farm, forgetting that he had been placed there by the owner.

But beneath the anger, beneath the pain, a cold, calculating part of his mind stirred.

’I can’t fight her. Not now. Not yet. She is....’

He forced his head up, just enough to meet the massive eye above him.

His crimson-gold eyes, usually so confident and predatory, now trembled with barely restrained fear.

But he didn’t look away.

"What... will I get... then?"

The void fell silent.

He realized one thing: he had become just like all the humans in his old world who live their lives and earn money, forgetting about death entirely.

She was like death, which is inevitable, but one—even knowing it will come after some years—lives and builds as if they are immortal. She had just erased herself from his subconscious.

No, not just him... everyone in this world didn’t know about her at all.

The pressure eased, just a fraction, enough for him to draw in a shaky breath.

"HM?"

The single sound was laced with curiosity, a hint of amusement creeping back into the cold voice.

Tianlong coughed, blood splattering from his lips.

He pushed himself up onto his elbows, chains rattling as he moved.

"I said... what will I get—!?"

The words came out as a roar, defiant and desperate all at once.

And then, the world shifted again.

The chains vanished.

The pressure lifted, replaced by something else entirely—something soft, warm, intoxicating.

A figure materialized before him.

She was not human.

Her skin was obsidian black, smooth and flawless like polished stone. It seemed to absorb the light around her, making her form appear as a living shadow.

Her hair cascaded down her back in waves of midnight, each strand shimmering with a faint, ethereal glow like her black horns.

Her eyes were the same crimson-gold as the massive eye above, but now they were narrowed, filled with a predatory amusement.

And her lips—full, dark, impossibly alluring—curved into a smile.

She moved closer, each step silent and deliberate.

Tianlong’s breath caught in his throat.

He tried to move, to step back, but his body refused to obey. He was frozen, mesmerized by the sheer presence of the woman before him.

She reached out, one slender finger trailing along his jawline.

"YOU ARE STRONG BUT NOT ENOUGH, YET," she murmured, her voice a velvet caress that wrapped around him like silk.

And then, she leaned in.

Her lips pressed against his.

The kiss was soft, delicate, like the brush of a petal against skin.

But the effect was cataclysmic.

Tianlong’s eyes widened, pupils blown wide as a surge of pure, overwhelming pleasure exploded through his body.

It was not arousal.

It was not lust.

It was something far deeper, far more primal—a pleasure so intense it bypassed his nerves and sank directly into his soul.

His cock twitched violently, swelling and hardening to the point of pain.

And then, he came.

"Hugh...—!?"

A torrent of thick, hot cum erupted from him, spurting out in violent pulses that soaked through his robes and splattered onto the void floor.

But it didn’t stop.

He kept cumming, his body convulsing with each release. His balls ached, throbbing with a pain that was both agonizing and exquisite.

"Ghhk—! Fuck—!"

He gasped, his hands clutching at his chest as the pleasure tore through him like a wildfire.

His heart pounded so hard he thought it would burst, each beat sending another wave of ecstasy crashing through his veins.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Cum pooled beneath him, forming a grotesque puddle that spread across the void floor.

But Tianlong didn’t care.

He couldn’t.

All he could do was stare at the woman before him, his vision blurred by tears of overwhelming sensation.

She pulled back, her smile widening as she watched him tremble.

"Breed all the women of the major clans," she said, her voice a melodious whisper that seemed to echo in his very bones. "And you will get enough power to enter the upper realm."

Her hand moved, trailing down his chest, over his abdomen, and stopping just above his still-twitching cock.

"Body Cultivation. Mana Cultivation. Soul Cultivation. Everything is waiting for you to claim."

She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear.

"And in the end... a DOMAIN MASTER too."

Tianlong’s breath hitched.

His mind was a whirlwind, thoughts fragmenting and colliding as he tried to process what she was saying.

But his body was still trembling, still cumming, his balls aching with a pain that refused to subside.

"Why..." he gasped, his voice hoarse and broken. "Why are you... doing all this?"

He forced his head up, meeting her gaze with eyes that were equal parts fear and desperation.

"Didn’t I... blow you up... you...?"

The words came out as a growl, laced with defiance and confusion.

For a moment, the woman said nothing.

She simply stared at him, her crimson-gold eyes unreadable.

And then, she smiled.

It was a smile that was both terrifying and beautiful, a smile that made his heart skip a beat and his cock twitch with renewed vigor.

She reached out, her hand cupping his cheek with a tenderness that was almost maternal.

"Breed as many women as you want," she said softly, her voice filled with a warmth that made his chest ache. "And when your lust satiates, come find me where your hearts takes you."

She leaned in, pressing a final, lingering kiss to his forehead.

"I will tell you what I am to you... my love."

And then, she was gone.

The void shattered, fragments of darkness dissolving into light.

Tianlong found himself back in the hallway outside Yuna’s dormitory, his back pressed against the wall.

His breathing was ragged, his body drenched in sweat and cum.

He looked down, seeing the wet stain that had spread across his robes, the evidence of his humiliating release.

His hands trembled as he wiped the blood from his nose, staring at the crimson smear on his fingers.

"What... the...—KURGH—THUD." His eyes rolled back, and suddenly, as the darkness vanished and the hallway became visible, he fell forward headfirst, losing consciousness entirely.

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"Professor! Professor, please wake up!"

The voice was desperate, broken by sobs.

Tianlong’s eyelids felt like lead, his consciousness swimming through thick, viscous darkness.

Slowly, agonizingly, he forced them open.

The world came into focus in fragments—a ceiling he didn’t recognize, soft fabric beneath him, the scent of jasmine and something distinctly feline.

And then, a face.

Red hair fell in disheveled waves around tear-stained cheeks. Amber eyes, wide with panic and relief, stared down at him with an intensity that made his chest tighten.

Yuna.

"P-Professor, ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?"

Before he could respond, she threw herself at him, her arms wrapping around his torso as she buried her face against his chest.

Her body trembled violently, sobs wracking through her as tears soaked into his robes.

Tianlong didn’t move.

He lay there, staring past her at the ceiling above, his expression utterly blank.

His mind, usually sharp and calculating, felt strangely... clear.

Too clear.

The fog that had been clouding his thoughts since he’d arrived at this academy—the petty games, the childish revenge plots, the meaningless conquests—it all seemed so fucking stupid now.

What the hell had he been doing?

Playing professor? Seducing academy girls? Wasting his time in this insignificant corner of the Ancient Realm while she watched, amused, from her throne of darkness?

He was Emperor Tianlong.

Not some horny teenager playing Urban based Smut novelkiss.

His body began to shimmer.

It started at his fingertips, a faint translucence that spread like water soaking through fabric.

His physical form began to dissolve, melting into the bed beneath him as though he were made of mist.

"Professor, what—!?"

Yuna jerked back, her eyes widening in horror as she watched him fade.

She grabbed at his robes, her fingers passing through fabric that was no longer entirely solid.

"What’s happening? Where are you—"

"It was nice meeting you, Yuna."

His voice was soft, almost gentle.

He looked at her then, really looked at her, and for the first time since he’d arrived at this academy, he gave her a genuine smile.

Not the predatory smirk he’d worn when teasing her. Not the calculated expression he’d used to manipulate her.

Just... a smile.

"But it seems... I was really being childish..."

"Wait—!"