Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 351- Mamoon is Tianlong’s mother-in-law
Given the status of a tribal queen, reaching that level wasn’t impossible. But it also meant these inner circle politics were far more dangerous than he’d initially assessed.
Mamoon’s yellow cat eyes watched Thessa being manhandled, and something flickered in her expression. Not quite arousal-not quite sympathy. More like clinical assessment.
"Possibly," she said carefully. "Though our queen is perhaps... slightly weaker."
’There it is.’
Tianlong caught the slight emphasis on ’our.’ Mamoon was deliberately distinguishing between the Cat Clan and Rabbit Tribe queens.
More than that, she was subtly downplaying her own queen’s strength.
Which meant...
"Oh?" Tianlong’s tone carried just the right mix of interest and dominance.
His hand moved from Thessa’s ass to her breast, fingers closing around one heavy mound. He squeezed hard, kneading the soft flesh as Thessa whimpered around his fingers still lodged in her mouth.
He yanked her upward by her breast, pulling her body into a kneeling position. Her back arched, pushing her chest further into his grip as her hands scrabbled for balance.
"Is that so?" he continued, displaying Thessa’s body toward Mamoon like a trophy. His thumb found her nipple, pinching the swollen pink bud between forefinger and thumb.
"Mmmph~!" Thessa’s scream was muffled but desperate. Her nipple was incredibly sensitive-the pressure making it darken from pink to reddish.
Tiny green veins became visible around her areola as blood rushed to the abused flesh.
Tianlong tightened his grip further, rolling the nipple between his fingers with deliberate cruelty.
The bud hardened impossibly more, becoming a rigid point that he could feel pulsing with her elevated heartbeat.
Thessa’s eyes rolled back slightly. Her body jerked in his hold, caught between the pain radiating from her chest and the fingers still dominating her mouth.
Then Tianlong sealed her lips with his own.
He released her nipple just long enough to pull his saliva-coated fingers free. Then his mouth crashed against hers in a brutal, sloppy kiss.
"Mmm~! Hngh~!"
His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting, claiming, exploring.
Thessa’s eyes went wide with shock, then slowly began to flutter closed. Her breathing came in desperate gasps through her nose as he dominated her completely.
When he finally broke away, a thick strand of saliva connected their lips. Thessa’s face was flushed crimson, her blue eyes glazed and unfocused. Her lips were swollen, reddened from the aggressive kiss.
Drool dripped from her chin onto her heaving chest, mixing with sweat that had gathered between her breasts.
Tianlong’s gaze swept over her state, then he shoved her away.
Not violently-but firmly enough that she collapsed onto the supply table, her body splaying across the wooden surface with a heavy thud.
Her breasts mashed against the tabletop, the soft flesh spreading outward.
Her ass remained raised, skirt still bunched around her waist, exposing the rounded globes marked red from his earlier strikes.
He turned back toward Mamoon, his voice carrying a thoughtful tone. "I see. So visiting this rabbit queen... she must be quite the beauty if she’s stronger than your cat clan leader."
Mamoon’s ear twitched. "Visit? For what purpose?"
Tianlong’s smirk was absolutely shameless. "Well, if she’s more beautiful than the cat kin queen, I’d certainly enjoy having a taste of her."
Mamoon’s cat eyes widened fractionally. "Taste...?"
"I mean," Tianlong continued smoothly, "I could punish her. Just like I’m punishing this woman here."
He gestured toward Thessa’s prone form, still spread across the table, breathing heavily with her ass on display.
Mamoon stared at him for a long moment. Then slowly-carefully-she nodded. "Yes... yes, you should definitely punish that rabbit queen. She needs to be taught a proper lesson."
’And confirm my suspicions while he’s at it,’ she thought privately.
Because the truth was becoming increasingly clear. If her queen had also placed surveillance artifacts-and Mamoon was certain she had-then this entire conflict might have deeper orchestration.
What if the camera feeds weren’t separate? What if multiple queens were receiving the same transmissions?
The thought sent a cold chill through her spine. If that were true, then she and Thessa weren’t just commanders. They were puppets. Pieces on a board being manipulated by forces above.
She bit her lip, tasting copper as her fang pierced the soft flesh. Her gaze drifted back to Thessa.
The rabbit woman lay sprawled on the table, her body still trembling from Tianlong’s attentions.
Those pink nipples remained swollen and hard, pointing downward. Her thighs pressed together, and even from where Mamoon stood, she could see moisture glistening.
’Is she... preparing for mating?’
The scent hit her enhanced feline senses-thick, musky, unmistakable. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
Thessa’s pussy was gushing, juice literally dripping down her inner thighs to pool on the table beneath her.
Mamoon’s eyes traced the path of that moisture, watching as it trickled across pale skin. Her own body responded involuntarily, a flutter of heat low in her belly that she immediately suppressed.
But her gaze lingered on those nipples. So swollen. So abused. Turning darker shades under Tianlong’s merciless fingers, green veins visible through translucent skin as blood rushed to the tortured flesh.
’He knows how to punish a woman,’ Mamoon thought, her cat tail swishing slowly behind her. ’This could be useful.’
Tianlong stepped away from Thessa, letting her collapse fully onto the table.
His eyes swept over her one final time-taking in her heaving breaths, her glazed expression, the way her body continued to twitch with aftershocks.
Her pussy was completely soaked now, juice running freely down her thighs. The sharp scent of female arousal filled the tent, mixing with sweat and leather.
Then he turned and headed toward the tent exit, his black robe billowing slightly.
But just before pushing through the fabric flap, he paused. His hand gripped the edge of the tent as he glanced back over his shoulder.
"By the way..."
Both Mamoon and Thessa jolted slightly at his sudden words, the casual tone contrasting sharply with everything that had just transpired.
"Do you know where I might find the mother of an academy student named Yuna?"
Silence crashed through the tent like a physical force.
Mamoon, who had been observing Thessa’s prone form with clinical detachment, suddenly whipped around. Her yellow cat eyes went wide, pupils contracting to thin slits.
"What?"
The single word carried layers of shock, confusion, and something else-something that made Tianlong’s instincts sharpen.
Thessa, still sprawled across the table with her ass in the air and breasts mashed against wood, managed to lift her head slightly. Her blue eyes struggled to focus through the haze of arousal and humiliation.
But even through her addled state, that name clearly registered. Her lips parted, trying to form words..."um... M-mamoon, isn’t that your daughter’s name?"
Tianlong blinked.
"Huh?... Mother-in-law?"
Mamoon blinked once. Twice. Her cat ears twitched violently as she processed what he’d just asked.
"How..." Her voice came out strangled, disbelieving. "How do you know my daughter?"
Tianlong turned fully to face her now, that infuriating smirk spreading across his features.
His hand reached up to his shoulder, where the small black butterfly had been perched the entire time—so still, so unobtrusive that even Mamoon’s predator instincts had barely registered it.
His fingers closed around the delicate insect, lifting it from his shoulder.
The butterfly’s wings fluttered weakly as he brought it before his eyes, examining it with mock curiosity.
"Well," he said slowly, his voice dripping with amusement, "the world is surprisingly small, isn’t it?"
Mamoon’s breathing quickened. Her claws extended involuntarily as her maternal instincts roared to life. "What have you done to—"
