Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 349- Tianlong is pretty handy

"Y..yes..."

The words hung in the air, twin surrenders that sealed the battlefield’s fate.

Within minutes, a temporary tent materialized—hastily erected by rabbit warriors whose hands still trembled from the carnage they’d witnessed. Canvas walls flapped in the wind, supported by wooden poles driven deep into blood-soaked earth.

Outside, two distinct groups stood guard. Rabbit-kin warriors in brown leather armor flanked one side, their long ears twitching nervously. Cat-kin soldiers held the opposite flank, claws half-extended, tails swishing with barely contained aggression.

The tension was thick enough to choke on.

Inside the tent, the atmosphere was... different.

"Mmngh~"

Thessa bit her lip hard, trying desperately to suppress the sound that had just escaped her throat. Her amber eyes were wide, pupils dilated as she sat rigidly on Tianlong’s lap.

How the fuck did she end up here?

One moment they were discussing terms. The next, he’d pulled her down onto his legs with casual strength that made her Diamond Realm Peak cultivation feel like a joke. His hands—those damned hands that had groped her breast through broken armor earlier—now rested on her thick thighs.

"So," Tianlong’s voice was calm, conversational, as if they were discussing weather. "Should we start with introductions? I’m Zhao Tianlong. Just a passing traveler who happened upon this... entertaining conflict."

His fingers traced slow circles on her thigh, the pressure firm enough to feel through her earth-plate armor.

Mamoon stood near the tent entrance, her latex suit torn and bloody, her massive breasts heaving with each confused breath. Her amber eyes tracked every movement—especially where Tianlong’s hands touched Thessa.

’What is he doing?’

Her brow furrowed deeply. In her world, when a man touched a woman like that, it meant... massage? Healing? She’d seen healers work on injured warriors before. But Thessa didn’t look injured. She looked—

"I-I’m Thessa Ironfoot," the rabbit woman managed, her voice only slightly strained. "Third Earth Ascendant of the—ahn~!"

Her words cut off as Tianlong’s hand slid higher, fingers digging into the gap between her thigh plates. The armor there was articulated for movement, leaving vulnerable spaces he exploited with surgical precision.

"Continue," he said pleasantly.

Sabrina stood in the corner of the tent, arms crossed so tightly her claws were drawing blood from her own biceps. Her white tiger ears were flat against her skull, her expression a mask of barely controlled fury.

"Pervert," she muttered under her breath. "Fucking pervert."

Her eyes should’ve been anywhere else. Should’ve been watching the entrance. Watching Mamoon. Watching literally anything except—

But they kept sliding back. Kept watching his hands roam across Thessa’s armored body. Kept noticing how the rabbit woman’s breath hitched, how her thick thighs tensed, how her rabbit ears twitched with each touch.

’Why the hell would I be jealous?’ Sabrina’s jaw clenched. ’With whatever he does with whoever? It’s not my problem. Not my concern. I don’t give a single fuck who he—’

"Hammer Clan," Thessa continued, her voice stronger now, trying to maintain dignity. "We guard the eastern—ngh~—eastern mineral deposits in Harvey Woods territory."

Tianlong’s hand had found the buckle holding her chest plate. With practiced ease that spoke of far too much experience removing women’s armor, he unclasped it.

The earth-plate armor fell away with a heavy ’thunk’, revealing the tight leather jerkin beneath that struggled to contain her massive breasts.

"Interesting," Tianlong said, his other hand now sliding up her side. "And you’re fighting the cat-kin because...?"

Mamoon’s confusion deepened. He was removing her armor. That made sense if he was healing her, but—

His hand cupped Thessa’s breast through the leather, squeezing with deliberate pressure.

"A-aahn~!" Thessa’s back arched involuntarily, pressing her chest harder into his palm.

Mamoon’s eyes widened. ’That’s not healing. That’s—’

Her mind struggled to categorize what she was seeing. Pleasure? He was giving an enemy pleasure? But why? Was this some kind of negotiation tactic from his world?

’Is he... on her side now?’ The thought sent ice through Mamoon’s veins. ’He was massaging her. Making her feel good. Does that mean he’s helping the rabbits against us?’

Her claws extended fully, her body tensing for potential betrayal.

"T-the cat-kin," Thessa tried again, her voice breaking as Tianlong’s thumb found her nipple through the leather, circling the stiff peak. "They’ve been—hnngh~—the ones."

"Lies!" Mamoon’s voice cracked like a whip. "We were trying to protect our land! Even the Royal Family commanded it!"

Tianlong’s hand paused its exploration of Thessa’s breast. "Royal Family?"

His fingers resumed their movement, this time sliding down to the hem of her jerkin. He pulled it up slowly, exposing the pale fur of her stomach, the soft curve of her belly.

"Y-yes," Mamoon said, her eyes still fixed on his hands with growing unease, given his strenght and such actions, he seemed foreigner, making her clarify. "The 5th and upper inner circle are governed by tribal queens. They give orders, we follow. We didn’t want this war either!"

"Then why fight?" Tianlong asked reasonably. His hand slipped beneath Thessa’s jerkin completely now, palming her bare breast. The soft flesh overflowed his grip, warm and heavy.

"Mmmph~!" Thessa bit her lip harder, drawing blood. Her hips shifted on his lap, feeling something hard pressing against her ass through their clothes.

"Because—because we had no choice!" Thessa frustration bled through every word. "When the Queen commands, we obey!"

Tianlong’s other hand found Thessa’s rabbit ear. He stroked the soft fur gently, tracing from base to tip.

"Hnnngh~!!" Thessa’s entire body shuddered. Her ears were sensitive—incredibly sensitive—and the way he touched them sent jolts straight to her core.

"Pervert," Sabrina muttered again, louder this time. "Absolute pervert."

But her eyes were glued to the scene. Watching his fingers work Thessa’s ear while his other hand kneaded her breast. Watching the way the rabbit woman’s thick thighs trembled, how her breathing became ragged.

’Why am I watching this?’ Sabrina’s inner voice screamed. ’Why can’t I look away?’

She remembered his words from the battlefield. "Jealous?"

’I’m not fucking jealous!’ Her mind insisted even as her body betrayed her—thighs pressing together, nipples hardening beneath her robe, moisture gathering in places she refused to acknowledge.

"So," Tianlong continued his questioning while simultaneously molesting Thessa, "there’s a Queen in the Rabbit Clan who gives orders?"

"N-not one Queen," Thessa managed between gasps. "The Harvey Woods—haaahn~!—has multiple tribes. Each tribe has its own—nngh~—monarchy. The Queens make the final decisions about—ah! ah!—about everything!"

His hand had found her nipple directly now, pinching and rolling the stiff peak between his fingers. His other hand still stroked her ear, the dual stimulation making coherent thought nearly impossible.

"And you’re a soldier?" Tianlong asked.

"S-somewhat—similar—aahhh~!" Her words broke as he pinched harder, sending sharp pleasure-pain through her chest. "I’m a—a champion! A defender! I follow the Queen’s—mmmngh~!—commands!"

Mamoon watched in growing alarm. Thessa’s face was flushed, her breathing heavy, her body responding to his touch in ways that made Mamoon’s limited understanding of male-female dynamics scream warnings.

’He’s conquering her,’ some instinct whispered. ’Without a single blow, he’s making her submit.’

And if he could do that to Thessa—one of the rabbit clan’s strongest warriors—what could he do to the rest of them?

"Interesting political structure," Tianlong mused. His hand left her breast, sliding down her stomach, over her belly, heading toward—

"W-wait," Thessa gasped, her hand shooting down to grab his wrist. "Not—not there—"

He paused, his fingers resting just above her waistband. "No?"

"I..." Her resistance crumbled under his knowing smirk. "I..."

"You were saying something about politics?" His hand pushed past her weak grip, sliding beneath her waistband.

"Hnnnaaahhh~!!" Her back arched violently as his fingers found her mound through her underclothes.

Sabrina’s claws dug deeper into her arms. "This is insane. This is fucking insane."

But still, she watched.

Tianlong’s fingers explored with deliberate slowness, mapping Thessa’s body like territory to be conquered. He found her wet—soaked through her undergarments—and chuckled low in her ear.

"You’re quite ready for negotiations, aren’t you?"

"S-shut up, I dont care what a man does~oohf~," Thessa tried to sound commanding, but it came out as a whimper.

"So tell me," Tianlong said, his voice dropping to something darker, more commanding. "These minerals your tribes fight over. These orders from Queens you follow blindly into war. Into death."

His fingers pressed harder, rubbing through the fabric.

"Mmmnngh~! P-please~!"

"Do I need to speak with your Queen directly?" His other hand grabbed her jaw, turning her face toward his. "Or are you going to stop this pointless conflict yourself?"

His fingers finally—finally—pushed aside her undergarments. He felt the coarse hair first, then the slick heat of her pussy beneath.

"Aaahh~! I—I can’t—hnngh~!—I don’t have that authority—"

"Then what good are you?" His fingers found her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub with practiced precision.

"HNNAAAHHH~!!" Thessa’s entire body convulsed, her thick thighs clamping around his hand.

At the same time, his other hand gripped her throat—not choking, but firm, possessive—and he pulled her head back, exposing her neck. His tongue dragged along the vulnerable skin, tasting her sweat, her fear, her arousal.

"What—what authority do you need," he murmured against her throat between licks, "to tell me whether I should kill everyone here or leave them alive?"

His fingers worked her clit faster, rougher, the wet sounds obscene in the tent’s confined space.

"I—I—oh gods—I—"

"Answer me."

"SOMETHING IS WRONG~!!"

The scream tore from Thessa’s throat as her body seized. Her pussy clenched around nothing, clear fluid gushing over his fingers as her orgasm ripped through her like lightning.

Her head fell backward onto his shoulder, her entire body going limp in his arms. Her rabbit ears drooped, her thick thighs trembled uncontrollably, her massive breasts heaving with each ragged breath.

"I just—" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper, "I just... p-please... what kind of sorcery is this~"

"...sorcery? Are you a virgin?"

"Haah... Haah... Wh-what is a virgin?"