Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 338- A small beast game

Sabrina sat rigid on the plush chair, her sharp tiger eyes fixed on the bed where all three women lay in complete disarray.

Their bodies were thoroughly spent, both holes leaking thick seed that pooled beneath them on the ruined silk sheets.

Akane’s nine tails were splayed out limply, Sylvea’s jade-tipped breasts rose and fell with labored gasps, and Xiang’s petite frame trembled with aftershocks.

Tianlong reached over to the small table, his movements casual as he placed a chilling metal can on the polished surface.

The condensation beaded on its red surface as he cracked it open with a sharp ’hiss’. He took a seat across from Sabrina, drinking the fizzing liquid like he hadn’t just fucked three women into oblivion.

Sabrina blinked, her composure momentarily fractured. "What’s this?"

"Nothing," Tianlong replied, his tone easy. "Just something from my world."

Hearing that, she blinked again, her breath catching. She’d already come to realize—no, ’know’—that they were not of this world.

Definitely couldn’t be. She had never seen such a man before, never witnessed the kind of brutal, methodical fucking he’d just performed.

Her gaze traveled to the Coke he was drinking, watching as the foam fizzed up when he tilted the bottle.

Her mind flushed with unwanted images—how he had sucked those women’s pussies with the same intensity, the white foam his cock formed every time he thrust inside them, the way their juices mixed with his seed in thick, obscene rivers.

It felt vulgar. She placed her hand back on the armrest and said firmly, "I’m fine," holding her composure tight.

Drinking casually, Tianlong glanced at her with those predator eyes—mixed crimson and gold pupils that seemed to see right through her. "That’s commendable. After seeing so much, I thought you’d be wetting your undergarments by now."

Hearing that, Sabrina glared directly at him, her tiger instincts flaring.

She narrowed her eyes as she folded her arms tightly across her chest, inadvertently pushing her breasts up slightly beneath her robe. Her voice was controlled, dangerous. "You really exhausted all of them, huh? They’re knocked out."

"No," Tianlong said, shaking his head. "They’re not knocked out because of fatigue. More like... the transmission of energy. They’re in an upgrading state."

Hearing his words, Sabrina blinked, her eyes widening. She turned toward him sharply. "What?"

Her voice trembled slightly, though she tried to mask it. She’d already guessed—she ’saw’ it when he was fucking Xiang.

She’d watched the girl’s presence expanding, felt her power levels rising like a tide during the act itself.

Tianlong chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "I thought you would have already noticed." He threw out the same bait he’d cast upon Xiang back in the lower realm—a display of his own value, his bargaining chip. "Whoever I fuck becomes stronger. Their levels rise. Their realms advance."

Hearing that, Sabrina clenched her jaw hard enough that her fangs showed slightly. Her voice came out low, almost a growl. "Don’t fuck with me."

She looked toward the three women sprawled on the bed.

First, Akane—the nine-tailed fox, her presence was as strong as ever, though Sabrina, being a body cultivator, couldn’t sense any clear change in the woman’s aura. It was confusing, unsettling.

Then Sylvea—since she was a mana-oriented cultivation practitioner, Sabrina couldn’t definitively say if she’d gotten stronger. Mana users were always tricky to read.

And Xiang—lying there with her teeny pussy still tightly sealed despite being pounded mercilessly, her slit closed as if no matter how much abuse it took, it refuse to gape.

She didn’t emit obvious power changes either, but Sabrina’s instincts screamed that something had ’definitely’ shifted in that one.

But for his claims? She narrowed her gaze, suspicion and confusion warring in her mind.

Tianlong added casually, "They’re stronger than me, so they wouldn’t show that much change."

Hearing that, Sabrina blinked and turned sharply toward him. "What? They are?"

Her mouth twitched as she looked back at Akane and Sylvea—their thick, well-muscled bodies lying there as if pounded to complete oblivion. Hickeys, red marks, purple bruises scattered across their thighs, necks, breasts. Everything was ruined, thoroughly fucked.

How could he be ’weaker’ than them?

But that made it even more ridiculous. Sabrina’s voice came out sharp, disbelieving. "Then why the hell are they even allowing you to touch them?"

Tianlong’s expression softened slightly, his voice genuine. "Because they love me."

Hearing that, Sabrina’s mouth twitched again, her face twisting with disbelief.

"Love? Are you stupid?" She leaned forward, her claws digging into the armrest. "If what you’re saying is true—and I’m ’not’ saying I believe it—but ’if’ you can increase a woman’s level naturally just by fucking her, she’d want to sleep with you regardless of love. Power is everything."

Tianlong shrugged, unfazed. "So you mean any woman would do that?"

Sabrina nodded curtly. "Of course. Who ’doesn’t’ want power?"

Tianlong’s lips curved into a teasing smirk. He leaned forward slightly, his gaze locking onto hers as he winked. "So... does that mean ’you’ want to sleep with me?"

Hearing his words, Sabrina’s face flushed for a brief moment before she instantly regained her composure. Her voice came out ice-cold. "Know your boundaries, man."

He just chuckled, the sound rich and amused. Then he stood, stretching his arms casually. "So, should we both go outside? See what your Tiger Clan is about?"

Sabrina glanced back at the three women, still gasping and leaking on the bed. She nodded, ruffling her hair like the tigress she was. "Rather than seeing those women in that degraded state, I’d want to see something sane enough."

She moved toward the door, and the moment she stepped forward, the entire pleasure palace vanished. Reality shifted seamlessly, and they were suddenly standing outside the training grounds.

Arriving there, Sabrina halted mid-step. Her eyes went wide as she turned sharply toward Tianlong.

"You BASTARD! At least wear some CLOTHES!"

But it was too late.

Two sharp voices rang out across the training grounds, each dripping with cold authority and barely concealed outrage.

"What kind of insult is THIS?!"

"Indeed! To treat an envoy who has arrived from the main clan with such a report—is this how the young lady of the Branch Raphael Tiger Clan conducts herself?!"

Sabrina’s heart sank. She looked up and there—standing at the edge of the grounds—were two men.

Their clothes were immediately recognizable, embroidered with the intricate patterns of the main clan.

Her eyes widened as she took in their formal attire, the kind worn specifically by elders or their direct delegates .

But what caught her attention more was their physiques—average at best, soft around the edges. One had thinning hair slicked back, the other a weak jawline hidden beneath forced authority.

They were the type who’d earned their positions through bloodline, not merit. Men who’d never been selected as pleasure consorts, who resented those roles entirely, viewing them as beneath their "dignity".

And now, standing before them was Tianlong.

Naked.

His body was sculpted perfection—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, every muscle defined like he’d been carved from stone. Long black hair fell past his shoulders, framing a sharp jawline and those predator eyes.

His presence alone dominated the space, and hanging between his legs was that nine-inch cock, still faintly glistening.

The two delegates’ faces twisted—shock melting into something uglier.

Their eyes flickered between Tianlong’s face and his cock, their own inadequacy laid bare in that comparison.

And Tianlong already swinging everything threw fuel on fire.

"Pfft."