Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 344- Yuna’s Hatred for Yu Xiang

But even as she said it, her fingers spread just enough to peek through the gaps.

She was ’so close’. Right there on his nose, watching these three beautiful women worship his cock with their mouths. Akane’s full lips wrapped around the thick head. Sylvia’s delicate tongue lapping at the underside. Yu Xiang’s hands stroking the base, her face flushed with submission.

The wet sounds. The moans. The sheer ’devotion’ in their movements.

Yuna’s face burned so hot she thought she might combust. Embarrassment flooded through her in waves, mixing with arousal and confusion and—

His voice rumbled through her again.

"I’m sorry for the sight you’re seeing, Yuna."

Her breath caught.

He was talking to her. ’Directly to her’.

His face was right there, his eyes aligned with hers as if he knew exactly where she was. As if he was speaking only to her through the barrier of the butterfly prison.

"No, Professor," Yuna whispered, shaking her head rapidly. Her voice cracked with emotion. "It’s not your fault. It’s not—"

But he couldn’t hear her. The words died in the void between them.

Still, hope bloomed in her chest. He was aware of her. He was apologizing. That meant—

"I will return you to your home."

The hope shattered.

Yuna’s eyes widened, her pupils dilating as the words sank in. "Home...?" she breathed.

’Home.’

Not ’I’ll free you’. Not ’I’ll make this right’. Not ’I need you’.

’Home.’

The word echoed in her head, hollow and cold. Rather than relief, rather than joy at the promise of freedom, all Yuna felt was... nothing.

A vast, empty silence spreading through her chest.

Her gaze dropped, looking down at the three women still servicing his cock with desperate enthusiasm. They were beautiful. Powerful. Experienced.

Her hand clenched into a fist against her chest.

"Of course," she whispered, a broken smile cracking across her face. "Why would he need me?"

She looked at them—really looked. Akane with her voluptuous body and nine tails. Sylvea with her otherworldly elven grace. Yu Xiang with her violet eyes and confident smirk.

And what was she?

A cat-kin. Shy. Inexperienced. Nothing special.

"He has so many beautiful women," Yuna continued, her voice barely audible as she sank down in her void prison. "So much power. He’s... he’s so far beyond me."

The realization crashed down like a physical weight. She was ’nothing’ to him. Just another trapped victim to release. An inconvenience to resolve.

Not someone he wanted. Not someone he desired.

Just... a problem.

Yuna sat down in the darkness, pulling her knees up to her chest. Her arms wrapped around her legs as she buried her face between her thighs, curling into a tight ball.

"What did you expect, you fool?" she muttered to herself, voice muffled against her latex-covered skin.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She didn’t know if they were from shame, frustration, or something else entirely. That hollow feeling in her chest grew, expanding until it felt like it might consume her completely.

’I’m not good enough’, she thought.

She couldn’t finish the thought.

Because the truth was too terrifying.

She didn’t want to go home.

She wanted to be...

’I don’t know—’

Time passed in the void—minutes, hours, she couldn’t tell anymore. Yuna remained curled up in her prison, face buried against her knees, trying desperately not to think about what she’d seen. What she’d felt.

What she ’wanted’.

Then voices broke through again.

"...so you really exhausted all of them."

Yuna’s cat ears twitched. That voice—Professor Tianlong. She lifted her head slightly, ruby eyes still wet with unshed tears.

"They’re knocked out," another voice added. Male. Unfamiliar.

"They’re not exhausted from getting pounded." Tianlong’s voice carried that casual confidence that made her stomach flutter. "They’re just recovering the power I transmitted to them."

Yuna froze.

Her head snapped up completely, eyes widening as the words sank in. "Power... transmitted?" she whispered.

"I guess, Sabrina, you’ve already noticed it."

Yuna’s whole body trembled. She pressed forward in the darkness, straining to hear every word.

"Whoever I fuck... she gets stronger."

The world tilted.

"What?" The word burst from Yuna’s lips as a strangled gasp. Her eyes went impossibly wide, pupils dilating until they nearly swallowed the ruby red of her irises.

Her gaze snapped toward the bed—she could see it now, the vision bleeding through from wherever the butterfly was positioned. Yu Xiang. Akane. That elf woman, Sylvia.

All three lay sprawled across the silk sheets, bodies glistening with sweat and other fluids. Their pussies gaped open, stretched and ruined, still leaking thick white cum. Their asses too—both holes filled and used, marked with his brutal claiming.

Hickeys covered their skin. Bite marks. Handprints on their hips and thighs.

"Professor can... increase someone’s power like that?" Yuna’s voice cracked. She shook her head violently, red hair whipping around her face. "No. It’s impossible. That’s not—"

But even as she denied it, pieces clicked into place.

Nothing about Tianlong made sense. His power. His dominance in a matriarchal society. The way these women—strong, capable women—submitted to him so completely.

And at the same time, ’everything’ made sense.

"That’s why they’re so strong," Yuna breathed. Her gaze shifted to Sabrina—the tiger-kin woman she’d learned about during the journey. The woman of the Tiger Clan branch family.

A doubt crept into her mind. Sabrina seemed... different from the others. Respectful but not submissive. Close to Tianlong but not—

"Has she not...?" Yuna couldn’t finish the thought. The question died on her lips, trapped in the butterfly prison where no one could hear. "Is she still... uncorrupted?"

Her eyes darted between Sabrina and the three thoroughly fucked women on the bed. The contrast was stark.

Then another thought struck her, cold and bitter.

"So those women are just after Professor’s power?" The words tasted sour. Yuna’s gaze locked onto Yu Xiang’s prone form—the violet-eyed woman’s body still twitching with aftershocks, legs spread wide, cum pooling beneath her.

"That bitch," Yuna hissed. "Of course that’s her real motive."

Her hands clenched into fists. It made perfect sense. Seduce the professor. Let him fuck you. Gain his power. Use him.

The conversation continued, fragments reaching her through the dimensional barrier. Something about Akane and Sylvia being stronger than Tianlong originally. About his power transmission working even on those more powerful than himself but in opposite.

Yuna’s eyes snapped back to those two women on the bed. Akane—the voluptuous nine-tailed fox. Sylvia—the graceful elf.

"They’re stronger than him?" Shock rippled through her. She stared at their brutally used bodies, at the way they’d been utterly dominated despite their power. "But he... he fucked them so..."

Her voice trailed off. The hickeys. The bite marks. The way they’d screamed and begged. Those were the bodies of women who’d been ’conquered’.

"Are they really more powerful?" Yuna shook her head, but doubt gnawed at her.

Then understanding dawned."It’s not just greed." The realization settled over her like a weight. Some of these women—maybe Akane, maybe Sylvia—they genuinely loved him. The power was a bonus, but their submission came from something deeper.

Her gaze drifted back to Yu Xiang, and her expression hardened.

"But you." Yuna’s voice dropped to a venomous whisper. "You must be weak. You want to use Professor to gain power."

The hatred crystallized. Yu Xiang was the one who’d trapped her. The one who’d forced her to watch. The one who’d kissed Tianlong right in front of her face, smirking with those violet eyes.

"I will kill you," Yuna muttered, hands trembling with rage. "I WILL KILL YOU, YU XIANG!"