Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 433- Anatony of a Mermaid’s Pussy

He’d seen her transformation in the auction house—watched starvation reverse, watched color flood back into pale skin and dull scales. But this was the first time he’d really ’looked’ at her.

His gaze started at her face. Delicate features, high cheekbones, full lips still slightly parted. Black-and-blue hair spread across the crimson silk like ink in water, already beginning to dry in soft waves.

Those deep blue eyes tracked his every movement.

Down to her neck. Smooth pale skin, punctuated on either side by the thin slits of her gills—currently closed, since she was breathing through her mouth now.

Her collarbones. The small patches of iridescent scales that ran along them, catching the ambient light and reflecting it in shades of green and blue.

Her breasts. Small but perfectly formed, firm mounds that rose and fell with her breathing. Pale pink nipples, already hardening under his scrutiny.

Her torso. The gentle curve of her waist, ribs no longer visible now that vitality had restored proper muscle and flesh. More patches of scales scattered along her sides, following the lines of her ribs like natural armor.

And then...

The transition.

Where a human woman’s hips would be, her pale skin gradually gave way to scales. They started sparse around her hipbones—individual plates that looked almost decorative—then increased in density until her entire lower body was covered.

Her tail began properly just below what would be her pelvis. Six feet of pure, shimmering scale—each plate overlapping the next in perfect biological engineering. The colors shifted depending on angle and light: predominantly blue-green, but with flashes of silver, hints of purple in certain spots.

Near the tip, the tail split into two translucent fins. Delicate membranes stretched between bone structures, marked with darker veins like leaves held up to sunlight.

It was beautiful. Alien. Completely unlike any woman he’d bedded before.

And Tianlong had bedded ’thousands’.

"Where?" he asked simply, his eyes still roaming her body. "Where is your reproductive organ?"

The mermaid’s face flushed immediately—that same deep blush that had colored her cheeks in the auction house returning with a vengeance.

"I..." She swallowed, her hands moving instinctively to cover her breasts. "Why do you... I mean, you just..."

"Healed you so I could fuck you," Tianlong finished, his tone matter-of-fact. "Already told you that. Now show me."

His bluntness made her flinch. Not from cruelty—just from the absolute lack of pretense.

She lay there for another moment, arms crossed over her chest, tail shifting slightly against the silk.

Then, slowly, she lowered one hand. It trembled as it moved down her body—over her ribs, past her navel, to the place where skin transitioned to scale.

Her fingers traced along the scaled surface of her lower body, moving about eight inches below where her hipbones ended.

"Here," she whispered, her voice so quiet he almost didn’t hear it. "It’s... it’s here."

Tianlong’s eyes narrowed, focusing on the spot she indicated.

At first, he saw nothing. Just smooth scales, indistinguishable from the rest of her tail.

Then he noticed it.

A vertical slit. Maybe three inches long, perfectly camouflaged by the scale pattern. The edges were sealed so tightly they were nearly invisible—a biological defense mechanism, probably, evolved to prevent water intrusion.

"Huh." Tianlong moved closer, one knee pressing onto the bed. "Interesting."

The mermaid’s breathing quickened. Her hand jerked away from the spot as if burned, returning to cover her breasts.

Tianlong reached out. His right hand, large and warm, pressed against her scaled lower body just above the slit.

She gasped at the contact.

"Relax," he said, not looking at her face. His attention remained fixed on that nearly-invisible opening. "This won’t work if you’re tense."

"I... I can’t... you’re going to..." Her words tumbled over each other, panic and embarrassment warring in her voice.

Tianlong’s left hand moved to her inner tail—or what would be an inner thigh on a human woman. The scales there were slightly smaller, more flexible.

He spread her tail slightly. Not forcefully, just... firm. Authoritative.

The mermaid whimpered but didn’t resist.

With his right hand, Tianlong traced his index finger along the sealed slit.

The scales there were softer than the rest of her tail. Sensitive.

She jerked, a sharp inhale escaping her lips.

"Shh." Tianlong’s voice was low. "I’m just looking."

His finger pressed slightly harder, finding the natural seam where the slit could open. He applied gentle pressure, testing.

The opening resisted. Held firm.

He pressed harder.

The mermaid’s back arched slightly, her hands clenching over her breasts. "W-wait, you can’t just—ahh!"

The slit yielded.

His finger slipped inside—just the tip, barely half an inch.

And Tianlong’s eyes widened.

"What the hell...?"

It was ’tight’. Impossibly tight.

Not like a virgin human woman’s pussy. Not like an asshole stretched around invasion.

This was different. This was biological compression—wet, slick, but gripping his finger with a pressure that made penetration feel like forcing his way through a clenched fist.

And it was ’hot’. Warmer than human internal temperature, the heat radiating through her scales into his palm.

The mermaid cried out, her tail thrashing once against the silk. "S-stop! You’re—it’s too—I’m not ready!"

Tianlong ignored her, fascination overriding any consideration for her protests. He pushed his finger deeper, working past that initial resistance.

The texture inside was unlike anything he’d felt before.

Ridged. Not like a human vagina’s subtle variations, but pronounced ridges—circular bands of muscle that contracted rhythmically around his invading finger, trying to push him out even as the slick heat pulled him deeper.

"Are you sure this is your pussy?" Tianlong’s voice carried genuine curiosity. He added pressure, forcing his finger to curl slightly inside her. "Or is this your anal?"

The question made the mermaid’s face burn even hotter. She turned her head away, black-and-blue hair falling across her face like a shield.

"It’s... it’s both," she managed, her voice breaking on the last word.

Tianlong blinked. His finger stilled inside her. "Both?"

She nodded frantically, still not looking at him. "Merfolk... merfolk anatomy isn’t... we don’t have separate... it’s a cloaca. One opening for... for everything."