Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 331- Yu Xiang’s burst

Xiang let the moment hang, savoring it. Then slowly, deliberately, she lifted her foot—trailing it down Julia’s body in a gesture so provocative it made Sabrina’s eye twitch violently.

"Smart girl," Xiang purred.

She turned and walked toward Tianlong, hips swaying with every step like she was on a goddamn runway. Halfway there, her body dissolved into those cursed butterflies, reforming directly in front of him—back pressed flush against his chest.

Her ass ground against his crotch as she materialized. Deliberate. Shameless.

"Was I good, honey?" she asked, tilting her head back with hooded violet eyes. "Did I make you hard—I mean, ’proud’?"

Tianlong’s free hand wrapped around Xiang’s slim waist, pulling her tighter against him. "You know exactly what you did."

Sabrina’s eye twitched harder.

Then Tianlong’s hand slid under Xiang’s robe. Xiang moaned—loud enough for everyone to hear—her violet eyes going hazy as his fingers worked between her legs. The wet sounds were unmistakable.

Sabrina’s ears twitched involuntarily. She could hear ’everything’. Every slick slide of his fingers. Every breathless gasp Xiang made.

When he pulled his hand out, his fingers glistened. He said it so casually, like he was commenting on the weather. "You’re wet."

Xiang grabbed his wrist with both hands, bringing his soaked fingers to her lips. She sucked them into her mouth, tongue swirling around each digit as her eyes rolled back slightly. When she pulled off with a wet ’pop’, she purred, "Can you make me ’dry’ by pounding all the water out of it?"

Sabrina’s mouth fell open slightly. Shock. Pure, unfiltered shock.

Julia, still lying in the crater, stared with wide eyes, face flushed red.

Akane and Sylvea didn’t waste time. They pressed in closer, kissing Tianlong’s neck from either side, rubbing their bodies against him like cats in heat. Akane’s tails wrapped possessively around his waist. Sylvea’s thick thighs squeezed together as she whimpered against his shoulder.

Tianlong tilted his head slightly, clearly enjoying himself. His three wives were ’desperate’ for him.

Then his eyes shifted. Locked onto Sabrina.

That smirk widened.

"I’m going to the Pleasure Palace," he said, voice smooth and infuriatingly calm. "You’re allowed to join in."

Sabrina’s face twisted. Rage exploded out of her. "How dare you—"

But before she could finish, Tianlong and all three women vanished in a flash of light.

Gone.

The arena fell silent.

All that remained was a shimmering door, hovering in midair where they’d been standing.

Sabrina stared at it, fists trembling at her sides, mouth twitching violently.

Julia groaned from the crater, finally sitting up and clutching her ribs.

Neither of them said a word.

"Urgh..."

Julia groaned, finally managing to roll onto her side. Every breath sent sharp stabs through her ribs—cracked, maybe broken.

Her pride hurt worse than her body. She pushed herself up on trembling arms, face flushed with humiliation and rage.

She staggered to her feet, teeth gritted against the pain. Her tiger instincts screamed at her to lick her wounds somewhere private, but fuck that.

She wasn’t about to crawl away like some beaten dog.

Julia limped toward the edge of the crater, one hand clutching her ribs.

Her eyes locked on Sabrina, who stood frozen, staring at that damn door with her fists clenched so tight her knuckles had gone white.

Sabrina’s jaw was locked, mouth twitching like she was fighting the urge to scream. Or puke. Maybe both.

Julia finally reached the flat ground and took her seat on one of the stone benches lining the arena. She slumped down hard, wincing as her bruised back hit the surface.

"Where’d that bitch go?" Julia muttered, looking at Sabrina.

Sabrina rubbed her forehead with one hand, eyes still closed. She exhaled slowly—too slowly, like she was forcing herself not to explode—and turned toward the same shimmering door.

"To fight another battle on bed," Sabrina said flatly.

The words hung in the air. Cold. Bitter.

Julia blinked. Then it clicked. Her face twisted with realization. "Oh. ’Oh.’ That kind of battle."

Sabrina’s mouth twitched harder.

Julia watched as Sabrina started walking toward the door. Slow steps. Measured. Like she was trying to decide something.

"Are you going to join them too?" Julia called out, her voice carrying an edge of disbelief.

Sabrina stopped mid-step.

Her hand came up, and she waved it dismissively—sharp, cutting through the air.

The movement was so fast Julia barely registered it. But the gust of wind that followed? That she felt.

"KHWAKK—!"

It slammed into her like an invisible wall. The force picked her up off the bench and hurled her backward.

Her body hit the stone ground hard, skidding several feet before she came to a stop. Her head cracked against the floor, and pain exploded behind her eyes.

Julia groaned, vision swimming.

Colors bled out of her sight, the world fading to gray as her mind struggled to process what the hell just happened.

’Fuck... these bitches...’

The thought barely formed before darkness crept in at the edges of her vision.

Her body went limp, consciousness slipping away.

Sabrina’s hand trembled as she reached for the shimmering door. The air around it hummed with a cursed qi that made her skin prickle—nipples stiffening against her combat robe like traitor buds, responding to the charged atmosphere.

She could hear the distant, stifled rustle of her own breaths, shallow and faintly audible in the hush before the threshold.

Julia’s limp body lay sprawled behind her, forgotten in the dirt. Sabrina didn’t glance back.

Rage boiled in her veins, hot and sticky like blood, but beneath it simmered something sharper—curiosity? No, disgust. Her thighs pressed together involuntarily, slick heat gathering where it shouldn’t.

Another pulse of muffled sound pressed around her; it was like soft static in her ears, as if the very air was holding its breath.

She shoved the door open.

A haze of velvet curtains greeted her, draping down from the ceiling in a profusion of scarlet, heavy and red, muffling the world outside.

The fabric absorbed even the faintest footsteps, each one landing with a muted thump.

The whole room felt close, the air thick, as if sound itself were wrapped in a shroud.

Sabrina’s tiger nose twitched, assaulted by the scent—sweat-slick skin, pussy juice dripping fresh, the sharp tang of arousal hanging heavy.

The smells seemed to muffle her own breathing, making her feel even more hemmed in, as if wrapped in a soft, suffocating cocoon.

Her own slit clenched traitorously; moisture beaded along her folds as the pheromone-laden air invaded her nostrils.

Phack! Phack phackk!

Soft, wet percussion—the rhythm of flesh on flesh—punctuated by the low, muffled moans drifting through the drapery:

"Ungh... Aahnngh.... Hhngh..."

Each broken sound felt thick, half-formed, as if someone were pressing a pillow over their mouth.

It echoed deeper in, the throaty timbre growing louder, drawing Sabrina forward. Each high-pitched whine made her pussy clench harder—the contractions squeezing out more juice that soaked her panties completely, dripping down her inner thigh in a thin stream, cooling quickly on her skin.

Her boots sank into plush carpet. Each step was swallowed by the softness beneath her, every movement cushioned and silent except for the vague whisper of fabric against fabric.

She was drawn toward the heart of it all, where the sounds grew louder—low, guttural grunts mixed with the squelch of thick meat plunging deep.

The wet friction was so obscene it made her own pussy throb in time, the walls fluttering as if some phantom cock was stretching her open.

She pushed through the last curtain.

There it was—a king-sized bed sprawled like a battlefield, silk sheets rumpled and streaked with dried cum, the stains catching the lantern light and forming a topography of depravity.

Her nipples leaked harder until wet spots bloomed on her robe.

Tianlong lay naked in the center.

His muscular body gleamed with oil, rivulets running down his abs, following the grooves before pooling at his groin where his cock jutted upward.

The veins were engorged, pulsing so visibly they cast wavering shadows in the flickering light.

His cock, thick as her wrist and veined like twisted roots, speared upward into Akane’s greedy cunt.

The cockhead flared wide enough to stretch her cervix into a perfect O, rim dragging her inner walls outward with each thrust until her pink flesh clung to his shaft, suctioned tight.

Akane’s nine tails splayed wild across the mattress, thrashing with every impact.

Her massive tits jiggled violently, slapping her belly hard enough to leave red handprints.

The force rippled through the fat from nipple to base, making milk spray from her elongated teats in thin, hissing arcs—a sound almost drowned by another crescendo of stifled moans.

His balls pressed flat under her plump ass, churning with every bounce.

The skin stretched taut, blue veins bulging, each pulse pumping more semen into the swollen sacs until they looked on the verge of bursting.

Pah! Pah! PAH!

"Ahhngh~! Mmmngh~!! uwaah~!!!" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

The sounds were soft but relentless, almost swallowed by the heavy air, each slap and cry muffled by the velvet drapery all around.

Her cervix kissed his cockhead with every drop, the tight ring stretching then snapping back—a friction that sent lightning bolts up her spine, her eyes rolling back, pupils dilating until only white showed as drool leaked from her slack mouth, splashing with a faint patter on the sheets.

Pah! PAH! Pah!

"Hnghh~!! Aahh~!!! Yesss~!!!"

Akane’s pussy lips stretched thin around his girth, juices foaming at the base.

Each upstroke drew her inner labia outward, the pink flesh clinging until blood left it blanched, then reflooded crimson with each brutal slam.

"Ahh—fuck, husband, deeper!"