Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 371- Mother-in-Law’s First Lesson

The question hung in the air like a blade.

"So, who is stronger between you two?"

Mamoon and Thessa exchanged glances. Both women were still processing everything—the battlefield carnage, the sudden peace, the strange man who’d somehow brokered it all. And now this question.

"I am," Mamoon said flatly, her yellow cat eyes narrowing. "Obviously."

Thessa’s rabbit ears twitched in irritation despite her exhausted state. "That’s debatable. In pure physical strength, maybe I—"

"Interesting," Tianlong interrupted, his smirk widening. He moved toward them with that same casual confidence. "Then both of you, come here."

Neither woman moved immediately.

Mamoon’s claws flexed. "What are you—"

"I said," his voice dropped lower, carrying unmistakable authority, "come here."

Something in his tone made both warriors obey before their conscious minds could resist. Thessa rose shakily from the table, her massive breasts still exposed and glistening with sweat. Mamoon took a cautious step forward, her torn red latex suit doing nothing to hide her equally impressive body.

Tianlong settled onto the largest chair in the tent, spreading his legs slightly. "Sit."

"Where?" Mamoon asked, suspicion dripping from every word.

He patted both thighs. "Here."

"You’ve got to be joking," Thessa muttered, her blue eyes wide.

But Tianlong’s expression said he wasn’t joking at all. His golden eyes held a challenge—and something darker. Something that made heat pool low in both women’s bellies despite themselves.

"Unless you’re afraid?" His smirk was infuriating. "Two battle-hardened warriors, scared of sitting on a man’s lap?"

That did it.

Mamoon moved first, her pride refusing to show weakness. She positioned herself on his left thigh, her thick ass pressing down against the hard muscle beneath. The torn latex stretched impossibly tighter, molding to every curve.

Thessa followed, taking his right thigh. Her rabbit ears twitched nervously as she settled her weight. Without her armor, wearing only her thin underclothes, she could feel everything—his body heat, the firmness of his leg, the way his muscles flexed slightly beneath her.

"There," Mamoon said, her voice tight. "Now what?"

Tianlong’s hands moved.

His left hand rose to cup Thessa’s exposed breast, fingers sinking into the soft flesh with practiced ease. His right hand found Mamoon’s latex-covered chest, palm pressing against the heavy mound through the thin material.

Both women gasped.

"Mmph—" Thessa bit her lip hard, trying to suppress the sound.

Mamoon’s eyes widened. "What are you—"

"Shhh," Tianlong whispered, his breath warm against Mamoon’s cat ear. "Just comparing."

His hands began to knead. Slowly. Deliberately. Working the soft flesh with expert precision that suggested far too much experience.

Thessa’s back arched involuntarily, pressing her breast further into his grip. "Hngh... wait..."

Mamoon tried to maintain her composure, but his fingers were doing something through the latex—circling her nipple without directly touching it, creating friction that made the sensitive bud harden despite her best efforts to remain unaffected.

"Your breasts," Tianlong said conversationally, as if discussing the weather rather than molesting two commanders, "are remarkably similar in softness." His thumb traced Mamoon’s nipple through the latex. "Though yours, mother-in-law, are just as soft as Yuna’s were."

Mamoon’s mouth twitched violently.

What the hell did he just say?

Her daughter’s name—her precious Yuna—coming from this man’s lips while his hand groped her breast sent a confusing mix of emotions surging through her. Rage. Confusion. And something else she refused to acknowledge.

"You—" she started, but the word died as his fingers suddenly pinched.

’HNNNGH!’

The sensation shot through her like lightning. He’d pinched her nipple over the latex, the thin material offering no protection as he twisted slightly. The bud was already hard, and the pressure combined with the friction of the fabric made her entire body tremble.

"Wh-what are you doing?!" Mamoon gasped, her hands shooting up to grab his wrist. But her strength seemed to have abandoned her. Her fingers wrapped around his arm without actually pulling it away.

Tianlong leaned closer, his lips brushing her cat ear as he whispered, "Making you feel good, mother-in-law. Isn’t that what family does?"

While Mamoon struggled to process his words, his other hand continued its assault on Thessa.

The rabbit woman had given up trying to resist. Her head lolled back against his shoulder, rabbit ears splayed to either side. One of her hands had somehow found its way between her own thick thighs, fingers pressing against the damp fabric of her undergarments.

"Ahh... hah..." Soft muffled sounds escaped her throat as she touched herself.

Tianlong’s hand on her breast pulled at her cleavage, making the heavy flesh swing upward before settling back down. He pinched her exposed nipple—already swollen and dark from his earlier abuse—rolling it between thumb and forefinger.

"MMPH!" Thessa’s free hand clamped over her mouth, trying to muffle her moan. But it leaked through anyway, breathy and desperate.

Mamoon turned her head slightly, catching sight of the scene beside her.

Thessa looked... wrecked. Her blue eyes were half-lidded and glazed, her mouth hanging open behind her hand. Drool leaked between her fingers. Her hips made small grinding motions against Tianlong’s thigh, seeking friction. And her own hand—buried between her legs—moved with increasingly desperate strokes.

She’s enjoying this, Mamoon realized with growing alarm. She’s completely lost in it.

And more horrifyingly—Mamoon could feel her own body starting to respond the same way.

The heat between her thighs was undeniable now. The latex suit felt slick with more than just sweat. Her breathing had quickened, chest rising and falling in rhythm with his kneading fingers.

Why? She had excellent control over her body. Years of discipline. She’d given birth before—knew what arousal felt like—and could usually suppress it with ease.

But his touch was different. Every movement seemed calculated to maximize sensation. The pressure, the rhythm, the way he alternated between gentle caresses and firm pinches—it was overwhelming her defenses.

"Hah... hah..." Her breathing grew ragged despite her best efforts.

Tianlong noticed immediately. His lips curved against her ear. "So you are able to control it somewhat. Impressive, mother-in-law."

She narrowed her gaze, twisting to glare at him. "What kind of man are you?" Her voice came out huskier than intended. "You know this is... this is strange, right?"

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest into her back. "Lady, I don’t know what kind of men you’ve seen before." His hand on her breast shifted, fingers finding the zipper at the front of her latex suit. "But I would personally love to care for women like you."

The zipper began sliding down with agonizing slowness.

"And since you are my mother-in-law..." His voice dropped to something darker, more possessive. "I would personally want to enjoy some of your love."

Mamoon blinked.

Love?

Before she could process that word, her latex suit peeled open. The cool air hit her sweat-slicked skin as he pulled the material aside, revealing what lay beneath.

A black bra with intricate flower patterns embroidered across the cups hugged her massive breasts. The delicate design contrasted sharply with the utilitarian latex, creating an almost jarring femininity.

Tianlong’s eyes gleamed as he took in the sight. "That doesn’t suit such beautiful peaks," he murmured.

Then he leaned forward, teeth catching the center clasp of her bra.

Mamoon’s eyes widened in shock. "Wait, what are you—"

’SNAP!’

He bit down and pulled, the clasp giving way with a soft pop. The bra fell open, and her breasts spilled free—large, heavy, tipped with dusky nipples that were already embarrassingly hard.

She tried to cover herself instinctively, but his hand was faster. His palm cupped her bare breast, thumb immediately finding the stiff peak.

And then he bit her nipple.

"AHHHN!" The cry tore from Mamoon’s throat before she could stop it. Her entire body flinched, back arching as sharp pleasure-pain exploded from the sensitive bud.

His teeth held her nipple captive, not hard enough to truly hurt but firm enough that she felt utterly trapped. His tongue flicked the trapped peak, sending jolts straight to her core.

When he finally released it with a wet pop, he looked up at her with those golden eyes.

"As a son-in-law," he said, voice rough with desire, "seeing you haven’t had good experiences with men... let me make you feel better, mother-in-law."

Mamoon trembled. Her mind reeled, trying to understand what was happening to her body. Heat. So much heat. Her thighs were definitely wet now, slick arousal soaking through her torn latex.

Beside them, Thessa suddenly stood.

’I-I need him... NOW!’