Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 350 - Thessa Getting Spanked

Tianlong’s crimson-gold eyes felt amused, observing Thessa break this easily, just like Sylvea, showing that there were women who couldn’t actually withstand his potency to this level, unlike his wives.

His gaze settled on Sabrina, who watched with narrowed tiger eyes from near the entrance.

"Leave," he said, his voice casual but carrying unmistakable authority.

Sabrina’s jaw clenched, her tiger ears twitching with irritation. "What the hell are you planning to do?"

Her sharp gaze shifted to Thessa, and something in her expression changed. The rabbit woman’s face was flushed, gasping for air after the intense confrontation.

Those blue eyes were wide, dilated with residual battle-lust. Her ears twitched nervously, and her body trembled-from gushing pussy juice sme, Sabrina could tell.

Before Sabrina could process further, Tianlong moved.

His hands shot forward, both palms slamming into Thessa’s chest.

The rabbit woman’s eyes went impossibly wide as he yanked her armor open with brutal efficiency.

Her breasts spilled free, bouncing out in a swirling arc that made them spin upward before settling heavily.

They were massive-easily larger than his grip-yet somehow soft as jelly despite their perk.

Thessa gasped, her mouth hanging open in shock. "W-what are you-"

"Of course I’m going to fuck her," Tianlong said matter-of-factly, his eyes still locked on Sabrina. A wicked smirk curved his lips. "I’m aroused. Can’t you see?"

Sabrina’s mouth twitched violently. Her face flushed crimson as fury and disbelief warred on her features. "What the hell, you fucker?! Have you really lost your mind?!"

She rubbed her forehead aggressively, claws scraping against her skin. Her breathing came in sharp bursts as she tried to process what she’d just witnessed.

Finally, she spun on her heel, her tiger tail swishing behind her.

"Fuck this. I’m out."

As Sabrina stormed toward the exit, Tianlong’s peripheral vision caught something.

In the far corner of the tent, partially hidden behind a supply crate, sat a small metallic object. It was ornate-too ornate for standard military equipment. Intricate runes glowed faintly along its surface.

His eyes narrowed. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

A blue notification flickered at the edge of his vision.

[Surveillance Artifact Detected]

[Type: Audio/Visual Recorder - Active]

[Range: 50 meters]

[Connection: Remote viewing enabled]

’So they don’t trust their own commander.’

Tianlong’s mind worked rapidly. If the rabbit clan had placed spies even on their battlefield commander, it meant internal politics ran deeper than he’d thought.

And if there was one artifact here...

His gaze swept the tent again, this time looking for magical signatures rather than physical objects.

There-another faint shimmer near the tent pole. And possibly a third embedded in the ceiling fabric.

’Multiple redundant surveillance. Someone wants to know everything that happens here.’

Thessa stood frozen, her bare breasts still exposed, her face a mixture of shock and confusion.

Beside her, Mamoon had gone rigid, her cat eyes widening as she too began to register what was happening.

"What are you trying to do?" Mamoon asked, her voice careful and controlled despite the situation.

Tianlong didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached for Thessa’s torn armor and clothing, gathering the fabric in both hands.

Then, in one smooth motion, he hurled the bundled cloth directly at the corner artifact.

The fabric landed with perfect accuracy, draping over the device and obscuring its view.

At the same time, Tianlong brought one finger to his lips. "Ssshhh."

His eyes were sharp, deadly serious beneath that playful gesture. He pointed deliberately toward where the artifact sat hidden.

Both women blinked. Confusion flickered across their faces for a split second.

Then understanding dawned.

Mamoon’s cat ears flattened slightly as her gaze followed his pointing finger. Her pupils dilated as she spotted the now-covered artifact. Her lips formed a silent word: ’Artifact...’

Thessa’s blue eyes widened even further. Her breathing quickened, but this time it wasn’t from arousal or fear-it was the sharp intake of someone whose world had just tilted.

’The queen... doesn’t trust me.’

The realization hit her like a physical blow. All those years of service.

All those battles fought in the clan’s name. And they’d been watching her. Recording her. Doubting her loyalty.

Tianlong could see the shift in her expression-the momentary crack in her warrior facade. Good. He needed that vulnerability.

Without warning, he moved.

His hand bunched up Thessa’s skirt, lifting the fabric high enough to expose her ass. Then his palm came down hard.

SMACK!

The sound echoed through the tent-loud, sharp, unmistakable. The kind of sound that could only mean one thing.

"Ahhn~!" Thessa’s cry burst from her lips before she could stop it. The impact sent ripples through her thick thighs, the force making her entire lower body jolt forward.

Her mind reeled in confusion. ’What is he doing? Is he punishing me? But why would he cover the artifact first if-’

SMACK!

Another blow landed on her other cheek, even harder than the first. This time her moan was louder, more desperate. "Ahn~! W-why are you hitting me?!"

She tried to form words, tried to demand answers, but Tianlong’s fingers suddenly pressed against her lips. Two digits slid into her mouth, pushing past her teeth and pressing down on her tongue.

"Mmph~! Mmmh~!"

Her protests became muffled, incoherent. Saliva pooled around his fingers as her tongue instinctively tried to push them out. But he held firm, keeping her effectively silenced.

While one hand kept Thessa quiet, Tianlong turned his head toward Mamoon. His voice was conversational, almost casual-as if he weren’t currently dominating a battlefield commander.

"So tell me... this rabbit queen. She must be quite strong, isn’t she?"

SMACK!

Another sharp slap landed on Thessa’s ass, creating the perfect sound effect. To anyone listening through the artifact, it would sound exactly like he was pounding into her.

Thessa’s body jerked forward again, her muffled moans mixing with the wet sounds of saliva around his fingers. Her mind struggled to process what was happening. ’Fake signals. He’s sending fake signals through the artifact. But why? What’s his game?’

Mamoon stared at the scene for three seconds before the full picture crystallized in her mind.

This man-this human who’d somehow brokered a temporary peace-wasn’t actually planning to do anything to Thessa.

He was putting on a ’show’. Creating audio that would make any listeners think he was claiming the rabbit commander as his own. Meanwhile, he was gathering intelligence.

A slow smirk spread across Mamoon’s cat features. "Indeed," she purred, her voice carrying easily across the tent. "The Queen of the Rabbit Tribe is immensely powerful. At least as strong as..."

She paused deliberately, her gaze sliding toward where the artifact sat hidden.

"...as strong as ’that woman’."

Tianlong’s eyes narrowed slightly. ’That woman.’ Not ’your commander’ or ’Sabrina.’ The careful word choice suggested Mamoon was also aware of listeners.

SMACK!

He delivered another blow to Thessa’s ass, watching her body shudder.

Her eyes were starting to glaze slightly, tears forming at the corners from the overwhelming mixture of sensations. His fingers in her mouth. The sharp sting of his palm. The humiliation of being displayed like this.

And beneath it all, the terrifying realization that her own queen had been spying on her.

"Mmmngh~!" Thessa’s muffled cry vibrated around his fingers. Drool leaked from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin onto her exposed breasts below.

Tianlong’s calculating mind worked rapidly behind that calm facade. "Eighth Gate of the Death Realm, you think?"