Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 375 - Mamoon Getting Remade

Tianlong’s cock finally stopped pulsing inside Mamoon’s overfilled womb, the last drops of seed trickling into her already stretched baby room. He stayed buried deep for a moment longer, letting her pussy milk every last bit from him.

Then he withdrew.

SCHLORP!

"Ahhhn~!" Mamoon gasped as the massive shaft pulled free, her entrance gaping obscenely wide.

Cum immediately flooded out—thick white ropes pouring from her stretched hole and splattering onto the manor floor. Her pussy couldn’t close properly, the lips swollen and abused, twitching as more seed leaked out with each clench of her insides.

’So much... it won’t stop coming out... my baby room is flooded...’

She collapsed forward onto the table, her legs unable to support her weight. Her massive breasts pressed flat against the wood, milk beading at her nipples from the intense stimulation. Her ass remained raised, presenting her dripping pussy like an offering.

Beside her, Thessa watched with glazed eyes, her own fingers still working between her legs. The rabbit woman’s thighs were soaked, her pussy clenching around nothing as she imagined what had just happened to Mamoon happening to her.

Tianlong stepped back, his cock still rock hard despite having just pumped what seemed like gallons into the cat woman. It stood proud from his body, coated in a mixture of cum and Mamoon’s juice, the veins still pulsing with blood.

His hands moved to the sash of his robe.

"What... what are you doing?" Mamoon managed weakly, turning her head to look at him through strands of silver hair plastered to her face with sweat.

"Getting comfortable," he replied simply, pulling the sash free.

The robe fell open, revealing his full body for the first time. Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscles defined but not bulky, skin marked with faint scars that spoke of battles survived. But it was what hung between his legs that drew both women’s eyes.

His cock looked even more massive without the robe partially obscuring it. The shaft was easily as thick as Mamoon’s wrist, covered in prominent veins that pulsed with each heartbeat. The head was swollen and angry red, precum still leaking from the tip despite having just cum.

And his balls—those massive orbs hung heavy and full, as if he hadn’t just emptied himself into Mamoon’s womb. They swayed slightly as he moved, the skin stretched tight around them.

"That’s... that’s not possible," Thessa breathed. "You just—how are you still—"

"Hard?" Tianlong finished, shrugging the robe off completely and tossing it aside. "Did you think one round would be enough? I told you both—I’m breeding you today. That means filling you until your wombs can’t hold anymore. Until you’re leaking my seed for days. Until there’s no doubt you’re both carrying my children."

"No—wait—" Mamoon tried to push herself up, but her arms gave out. "I can’t—not again—my insides are already—"

The words died in her throat as reality shifted.

The manor walls rippled like water, the fabric dissolving into nothing. The wooden table beneath them transformed, wood grain flowing and reforming into something softer, more luxurious.

Velvet curtains materialized from thin air, deep crimson that seemed to absorb light. They hung from ornate golden rods, creating an enclosed space that felt both intimate and suffocating. The rough manor floor smoothed into polished marble, then softened into plush carpet.

And beneath Mamoon and Thessa, the table melted away entirely—replaced by an enormous bed. The mattress was easily king-sized, covered in silk sheets the color of fresh blood. Pillows piled at the headboard, each one looking impossibly soft.

"What—how—" Thessa scrambled backward on the bed, her eyes wide as she took in their transformed surroundings.

They were no longer in a manor. This was a pleasure chamber straight out of noble fantasies—all rich fabrics and soft lighting, the air thick with incense that made their heads swim and their bodies heat.

"Welcome to where you’ll spend the next several hours," Tianlong said, his voice carrying an edge of dark amusement. "I thought we should be comfortable for what’s coming."

Before either woman could respond, he moved.

His hands grabbed both of them—one fist closing around Mamoon’s ankle, the other around Thessa’s wrist. With casual strength that showed just how outmatched they were, he yanked them both toward the center of the massive bed.

"Ah!" Mamoon yelped as she was dragged across silk sheets.

"Wait—" Thessa tried to pull free, but his grip was iron.

He positioned them side by side on their backs, their heads toward the pillows. Mamoon’s massive breasts spread across her chest, nipples hard and leaking. Thessa’s smaller but equally perfect tits rose and fell with her rapid breathing.

Both their pussies were exposed—Mamoon’s still gaping and leaking cum, Thessa’s tight but visibly soaked. Their legs were spread, bent at the knees, presenting themselves whether they wanted to or not.

Tianlong stood at the foot of the bed, his cock jutting toward them like a weapon. He looked down at the two women sprawled before him—a cat chief and a rabbit warrior, both reduced to trembling females waiting to be bred.

"Look at you both," he said, his voice low and rough. "So different, but you’ll sound exactly the same once I’m done with you. Moaning. Crying. Begging me to stop even as your bodies beg for more."

"Please," Mamoon whispered, her pride finally breaking completely. "I can’t... my insides are already destroyed... if you keep going—"

"Then I’ll reshape them," he interrupted, climbing onto the bed. "Mold them to fit only me. By the time the sun rises, neither of you will remember what it felt like to be empty."

His hand reached out, fingers trailing down Mamoon’s stomach to her swollen pussy. He pressed against her entrance, feeling how loose she was, how much cum still leaked out.

"You’re already perfect for breeding," he murmured. "Your womb took my seed so well. Let’s see how many more loads it can hold."

"No—wait—give me time to—"

But he was already moving, positioning himself between her spread thighs. His cock pressed against her entrance, the head pushing easily into her stretched hole.

"HNGH!" Mamoon’s back arched as he entered her again.

PAH!

"Aahhh~!"

This time there was no resistance—her pussy welcomed him like it had been made for this. Her walls clung to his shaft, trying to pull him deeper despite how raw and abused they felt.

plap plap plap

"Ungh~! Mmph~! Aahh~!"

He didn’t give her time to adjust, didn’t let her catch her breath. His hips started moving immediately, driving deep with each thrust. The wet sounds of his cock plunging into her cum-filled pussy were obscene, each movement forcing more seed to leak out around his shaft.

Beside them, Thessa watched with wide eyes. Her hand had unconsciously moved between her legs again, fingers spreading her tight pussy as she stared at Mamoon being used.

"Don’t think you’re just watching," Tianlong said, his voice strained as he continued fucking Mamoon. "Come here."

"What—"

His free hand shot out, grabbing Thessa by the throat and pulling her closer. She gasped, her body sliding across the silk sheets until she was right beside where Tianlong was pounding into Mamoon.

PAH! PAH! PAAH!

"Oughh~! Aahhn~! HNGH~!"

"Open your mouth," he commanded Thessa.

"I don’t—what are you—"

He squeezed her throat slightly, not cutting off air but making his dominance clear. "Open. Your. Mouth."