Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 423 - Helping Up Himself

Tianlong stood amidst the ocean of naked, exhausted women sprawled across the marble floor. His cock was still hard, still glistening with the mixed fluids of dozens of pussies he’d just destroyed.

But something felt... off.

A translucent blue screen materialized in front of his face, visible only to him. The System interface.

[STATUS UPDATE]

[WARNING: Host Morality Corruption Detected]

[Current Corruption Level: 87%]

Tianlong’s crimson-gold eyes narrowed. "What the fuck is this about?"

The system text scrolled.

[Analysis: Considering the easy mode difficulty of current location and overwhelming strength of Host, it has been detected that continuous corruption of Host’s morality is making Host numb to lustful pursuits. Desensitization detected.]

[Issue: Host’s power system relies on ACTIVE LUST and DESIRE. Current trajectory leads to emotional numbness typical of immortals—a state incompatible with Lust-Based Cultivation.]

[Solution Required: Host must pursue CHALLENGING conquests in ADVENTUROUS settings to maintain integrity as Horny God. Routine breeding no longer sufficient.]

[New Quest Chain Unlocked: The Mermaid Key]

[Target Identified: Merchant Queen Seraphina - Holds key to accessing Mermaid Town in Fourth Circle. High difficulty conquest. Recommended.]

Tianlong blinked, processing the information.

He looked down at the women still desperately sucking his cock—three of them, their mouths working his shaft and balls with mechanical devotion. One thick Amazonian had her lips wrapped around his cockhead, while two catkins licked along his length.

Slurp-slurp-gluck-slurp.

And he felt... nothing special.

Just physical sensation. No thrill. No excitement.

’Fuck,’ he thought. ’The system’s right. I’m getting bored.’

He stroked his cock a few times with his own hand—the women’s mouths falling away—and focused.

SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!

Thick white cum erupted from his tip like a geyser, painting the faces of all three women. It splattered across their foreheads, dripped down their noses, coated their lips and chins.

"Ahhn... thank you, Master..." they moaned in unison, tongues extending to lick up what they could reach.

But Tianlong had already turned away, dismissing them.

His eyes went back to the status window hovering before him.

[CURRENT POWER LEVELS]

Qi Cultivation: Peak Divine Transformation Realm

Body Cultivation: Peak Death Gate Realm

Magic Cultivation: 7th Circle Magus

Villain Aura: 8,742 points

Women Conquered: 1,247

Children Sired: 89 (in progress)

He was a walking catastrophe. A monster in human form. Power that would take normal cultivators millennia to achieve, he’d gained in months.

And therein lay the problem.

Immortality—or near-immortality at his current level—came with a curse. The loss of desire. The fading of passion. Things that once excited became mundane. Challenges that once thrilled became trivial.

For most cultivators, this was good. It led to enlightenment, detachment, wisdom.

But for him? For someone whose entire power system was fueled by lust, greed, and desire?

It was devastating.

If he lost the hunger—the actual craving to fuck, to conquer, to dominate—his cultivation would stagnate. He’d be stuck. Powerful, but unable to advance further.

’I need challenge,’ he realized. ’I need to actually want something again.’

He dismissed the status window with a gesture and turned toward the Pleasure Palace’s inner chambers.

*

The bedroom where Mira lay was bathed in soft golden light. The thick panther-kin MILF was sprawled on silk sheets, her body still twitching from the hours of brutal fucking.

Her belly was slightly swollen—not from pregnancy yet, but from the sheer volume of cum he’d pumped into both her holes. It leaked steadily from her gaped pussy and ass, staining the sheets.

The golden piercings in her nipples and clit caught the light, glinting.

Her breathing was ragged. Eyes half-closed. Body completely spent.

But the moment Tianlong entered the room, her reaction was instant.

Her pussy gushed.

Not just wetness—a literal gush of fluid that sprayed from her abused slit, soaking the sheets beneath her.

"M-Master..." she whimpered, her golden eyes focusing on him with desperate hunger despite her exhaustion.

Her body was already preparing itself to be fucked again. The piercings had done their work—each one enchanted to heighten sensitivity and arousal. She was being conditioned, molded into the perfect cock-addicted slave.

Tianlong approached the bed and looked down at her.

This broken mother. This abandoned wife. This thick MILF who just hours ago had been a respectable woman trying to survive.

Now she was his.

He reached down and lifted her easily, one arm under her knees, one behind her back. Princess carry.

"Ahhn..." Mira’s head lolled against his chest, her massive breasts pressing against his ribs. The movement made the nipple piercings shift, sending jolts through her nervous system.

"P-please... I can’t... no more..." she whispered weakly, but her hips were already grinding against him, seeking his cock.

Tianlong leaned down, his lips near her ear.

"I want a healthy child," he said, his voice low and possessive.

His hand moved to her lower belly—not the swollen part from cum, but her actual womb beneath.

He pressed his palm flat against it.

"This," he growled, "is mine now. Your womb belongs to me. You’ll carry my child. You’ll birth my heir. You understand?"

"Y-yes..." Mira sobbed, tears forming in her eyes. "Yes, Master... my womb... it’s yours..."

"Good girl."

He adjusted his grip on her, holding her with one arm while his other hand moved to his cock.

A few strokes—that’s all it took.

His thumb moved to her pussy, parting the cum-filled lips. More of his previous loads leaked out, making room.

He positioned his cockhead at her entrance. Not pushing in. Just... resting there.

And then he focused.

One of the benefits of his advanced cultivation—complete control over his body. Including his ejaculation.

SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!

Without even penetrating her, he came. Thick ropes of cum shot directly from his tip into her parted pussy, flooding her womb.

"AHHHH!!!" Mira’s eyes rolled back as she felt the hot seed filling her. "SO MUCH! IT’S... IT’S PAINTING MY WOMB!"

Her belly swelled more as he pumped what had to be a liter of cum directly into her reproductive system.

When he finished, he pulled his cock away. Her pussy lips closed automatically, trapping the seed inside.

He snapped his fingers.

SNAP!

Reality rippled. The Pleasure Palace dissolved around them, replaced by the familiar broken interior of Mira’s real house—the small wooden structure in the residential district.

Another snap.

SNAP!

Mira’s body was suddenly clean. The cum covering her skin vanished. Her hair arranged itself neatly. Clothes materialized on her body—a simple brown dress, modest and respectable.

But the piercings remained. The golden rings through her nipples and clit stayed, hidden beneath the fabric but ever-present, a constant reminder of what she’d become.

Tianlong set her on her feet.

Mira stumbled, her legs weak, her ass still aching from the brutal anal fucking. Each step sent jolts through her body from the clit piercing rubbing against the fabric.

"M-Master... I..."

"MAMA!"

The voice of her son—Kael—came from outside.

Mira’s eyes went wide. Her maternal instincts kicked in immediately, overriding even the cock-addiction.

The door opened and the small panther-kin boy rushed in, his golden eyes bright with excitement.

"Mama! Where were you? These nice ladies gave me sweets and showed me the market and there were so many things and—"

He crashed into her, hugging her waist.

Mira’s eyes filled with tears. She looked down at her innocent child, then back at Tianlong—this monster who’d just destroyed her, bred her, claimed her.

"I... I was just..." her voice cracked.

Behind Kael, Tianlong’s hand reached out and gripped her ass. Hard.

SQUEEZE.

Through the dress. In front of her child.

Mira’s knees nearly buckled. The ache in her abused asshole intensified. The piercings sent sparks through her.

But she forced a smile.

"Mama was just... talking with these nice people," she managed, stroking Kael’s hair with trembling hands.

Kael looked up at her with those innocent eyes. "You look different, Mama. Your eyes are all red."

"I... I was just crying because I missed you," Mira lied, fresh tears falling—real ones this time, from the emotional whiplash of going from brutal sex slave to loving mother in seconds.

Behind Kael, two women entered the small house.

Yuna—the cat-woman in her tight latex suit, her curves impossible to ignore.

And Yu Xiang—the butterfly queen with her violet eyes and predatory elegance.

Both of Tianlong’s wives. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

They looked at Mira with knowing smirks.

Tianlong stepped closer, his thumb moving to Mira’s lips. He pressed against her lower lip, pulling it down slightly in an obscenely intimate gesture.

Right in front of her son.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered—low enough that Kael couldn’t hear.

"Be a good mother. Take him to sleep. Then come back and answer some questions I have about this town’s leadership."