Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 416- Poor Woman

Mira’s lips parted wider. She opened her mouth as far as she could and tried to take one of his balls inside. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

It barely fit.

"Mmmph... nnngh..."

The heavy weight filled her mouth completely, her cheeks bulging. Her tongue worked the sensitive skin, coating it in saliva, feeling the texture.

Her hands continued stroking his shaft, moving in rhythm, the pre-cum leaking from the tip now dripping down onto her forehead.

’This is... I’m actually doing this... I’m sucking his balls while he rests his cock on my face...’

The depravity of the situation was sinking in, but instead of horror, she felt... aroused.

More aroused than she’d ever been in her life.

Her pussy was absolutely drenched now, soaking through what remained of her dress, dripping onto the old mattress beneath her.

"Slurp... mmnh... glkk..."

She switched to the other ball, taking it into her mouth, sucking, her tongue swirling around it.

Above her, Tianlong’s crimson-gold eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he watched this single mother worship his balls like it was her new purpose in life.

"That’s it," he rumbled. "Get them nice and wet. You’ll need the practice for what comes next."

Mira’s eyes widened slightly around the mouthful.

’What... what comes next?’

But she didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

Her hands stroked faster, her mouth sucked harder, her tongue worked more enthusiastically.

Tianlong looked down at Mira as she continued worshipping his balls, her tongue working diligently, her hands stroking his shaft with increasing desperation.

But his eyes scanned the tiny bedroom—the cracked walls, the sagging ceiling, the broken furniture.

"Fucking you here won’t give me full control," he muttered, more to himself than to her.

"Mmmph?" Mira’s eyes looked up at him, confused, her mouth still full of his heavy ball.

Tianlong raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

SNAP!

The sound echoed strangely, like it carried more weight than it should.

Reality rippled.

The air shimmered violently, colors bleeding and swirling. Mira’s eyes went wide as the world around them began to transform.

The cracked walls dissolved, replaced by smooth marble infused with golden veins that pulsed with soft light. The broken wooden ceiling stretched upward, expanding into a vaulted dome painted with erotic murals—naked bodies entwined in impossible positions, gods and goddesses engaged in eternal pleasure.

WHOOSH!

Red velvet curtains materialized from nothing, falling like liquid silk from invisible rails, surrounding the bed in a circular enclosure that screamed luxury and sin.

The thin, lumpy mattress beneath Mira suddenly swelled, expanding, transforming into a massive king-sized bed with silk sheets that felt like cool water against her skin. Plush pillows appeared, stacked high. The broken frame became ornate gold, carved with intricate patterns of intertwined serpents.

The musty smell vanished, replaced by the intoxicating scent of jasmine, sandalwood, and something else—something sweetly floral that made her head spin.

Crystal chandeliers materialized overhead, casting warm, intimate light.

The small chest in the corner became a massive wardrobe of dark wood. The nightstand transformed into an elegant side table laden with oils, lotions, and things Mira couldn’t identify.

The entire room had become a palace chamber. A pleasure palace.

"What... what is this?!" Mira gasped, releasing his ball from her mouth with a wet *pop*, looking around in absolute shock.

She pushed herself up slightly on the bed—which was now so soft her body sank into it like a cloud—her eyes darting everywhere.

"Where... how did... this isn’t my room! This isn’t real!"

Her hands pressed into the silk sheets, feeling the impossible softness. Her knees, which had been aching from the thin mattress, now rested on something so plush it felt like she was kneeling on actual clouds.

"It’s real enough," Tianlong said, his voice carrying dark amusement.

Before Mira could process what was happening, his hand shot out and grabbed her shoulder.

He pushed.

"Ahh!"

Mira fell backward onto the massive bed, her body bouncing once, twice on the absurdly soft mattress. Her torn dress flew open completely, exposing her thick body—her heavy breasts bouncing wildly before settling, her soft belly jiggling, her thick thighs splaying open.

She looked up from her position sprawled on the silk sheets—a helpless damsel on a bed of sin—and saw him.

Tianlong stood at the foot of the bed, his muscular body backlit by the chandelier light, looking down at her like a predator who’d finally cornered his prey.

And that cock. That nine-inch monster jutting proudly from his groin, so thick and hard it seemed to defy gravity.

"Raise your hips," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument.

Mira blinked, her brain struggling to catch up. "W-what?"

"I said raise your hips." Tianlong stepped onto the bed, the massive mattress barely registering his weight. "I need to make you a woman before your son comes back."

"M-make me a—" Mira’s voice cracked with panic. "W-wait! I... I need time! We should talk about this! I’m not ready! My body isn’t... I haven’t been with anyone since my husband left and that was years ago and I don’t think I can take something that big and—"

She was spiraling again, words tumbling out in desperate panic as Tianlong moved over her body, positioning himself above her like a beast about to devour its meal.

His hand shot out and grabbed her breast.

SQUEEZE.

"AHHN!"

Not gentle. Not teasing. Painful. His fingers dug deep into the soft flesh, pinching the nipple between his knuckles, twisting.

"NGHH!" Mira’s back arched, her eyes going wide. "That hurts! Please—AHHH!"

He pinched harder, pulling the nipple upward, stretching the heavy breast into an obscene cone shape before releasing it.

SLAP!

It fell back with a wet jiggle, the flesh rippling.

"Hahh... hahh..." Mira panted, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "Why... why are you being so rough?"

"Because," Tianlong said, his other hand moving to her other breast and repeating the brutal treatment, "I need to make you feel horny. Break down your last defenses."

He grabbed both breasts and kneaded them roughly, painfully, his thumbs rolling over the sensitive nipples until they were diamond-hard and aching.

"NGHH! AHH! IT HURTS BUT... BUT..."

Pleasure was mixing with the pain. Her pussy was clenching, gushing fluids, her body responding despite the rough handling.

Tianlong snapped his fingers again.

SNAP!

Immediately, vents in the walls opened. Barely visible, but Mira could see them now—small slits in the marble releasing... something.

A mist. Pink-tinted. Sweet-smelling. It poured into the chamber, filling the space between the velvet curtains, surrounding the bed in a fog of pure aphrodisiac.

"What... what is that smell?" Mira gasped.

It hit her senses like a hammer.

Her body began twitching uncontrollably. Her nipples, already hard, became painfully stiff. Her pussy clenched so hard it actually hurt, a gush of clear fluid soaking through the remnants of her dress.

"AHHN! MY BODY! IT’S... IT’S ON FIRE!"

Her hands clawed at the silk sheets, her hips bucking involuntarily. Every nerve ending was screaming with need, with desperate, aching arousal.

"PLEASE! SOMETHING! I NEED... I NEED..."

She didn’t even know what she needed. Just that the emptiness inside her was unbearable.

Tianlong’s hands moved to her dress—what little remained of it—and grabbed the skirt portion.

RIP!

He tore it away completely, shredding the fabric like paper.

Underneath, she wore simple white panties. Cotton. Cheap. The kind a commoner would wear because they couldn’t afford anything better. They had a small worn patch near the waistband where the elastic was failing.

But they were also completely soaked through. The white fabric had become translucent, clinging to every fold of her pussy lips, showing the dark patch of pubic hair beneath.

"Even your underwear is poor," Tianlong observed. "How fitting."