Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World

Chapter 700: Chapter 700 - A Descending tight Pussy on Massive Cock

Wang Deyu was first. His trembling hand reached into the box. His fingers closed around the centipede. The body writhed against his palm. The legs tickled his skin. The mandibles clicked. He brought it to his mouth. He opened his lips. He placed the creature on his tongue.

He swallowed.

The centipede, alive, wriggling, slid down his throat. The legs scraped his esophagus. The mandibles clicked against his tonsils. The body, segmented and flexible, navigated his throat. He gagged. His eyes watered. His stomach convulsed.

Han Tianxiao followed. The scarred man, his face twisted with revulsion, placed the centipede in his mouth. He chewed. The body crunched. The fluid, dark and viscous, squirted across his tongue. He swallowed the remains. The legs, still twitching, scraped his throat on the way down.

Then the elders. Biyu, her sharp face contorted with disgust, placed the centipede on her tongue. Her lips sealed. She swallowed. Her slender throat convulsed. Hanlin, his white beard trembling, placed the centipede in his mouth. His old jaw worked. He swallowed. His eyes were closed. Suwen, her kind face wet with tears, placed the centipede in her mouth. She gagged. She swallowed. Tianqing, his handsome face pale, placed the centipede on his tongue. He swallowed. His body shuddered.

Then the disciples. One by one, throughout the hall, throughout the courtyard, throughout the compound. The sound of thousands of boxes opening. The sound of thousands of centipedes clicking. The sound of thousands of people swallowing. The wet, choking, gagging sounds of ten thousand cultivators eating live Gu worms.

The sight was grotesque. Men and women, young and old, cultivators of every rank and sect, placing dark, writhing centipedes in their mouths. The crunching. The gagging. The tears. The trembling.

Jin Wuchen ate his. The sect leader’s enormous frame, the most powerful cultivator in the central region before Tianlong’s arrival, placed the centipede on his tongue. His square jaw closed. His throat worked. He swallowed. His dark eyes, closed, were wet.

Jin Yuhan watched. Her dark eyes, wide, saw her father eat the worm. Saw the elders eat. Saw the disciples eat. Saw the sect leaders eat. Saw the thousands outside eat.

Her hand reached for the box. The small, wooden box at her feet. Her pale fingers touched the lid.

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes found her hand. Found the box. Found her dark eyes, looking up at him.

"What are you doing?" he said.

She trembled. Her dark eyes, wet, found his face. "I... I need to eat too, right? To prove my loyalty."

She reached for the box. Her fingers opened the lid. The centipede, dark and writhing, clicked its mandibles at her.

Tianlong’s hand stopped her. His large, pale fingers closed around her wrist. Gentle. Firm.

"You don’t need," he said. His gold-crimson eyes held hers. The warmth was there. The amusement. The possessiveness. "But if you want..."

He paused. His mouth curved. The smirk, the knowing, confident, proprietary smirk of a man who was about to test a woman.

"Strip," he said.

The word hit her. Her dark eyes widened. Her coral lips parted. Her slender body went rigid.

"Remove your clothes," Tianlong said. His voice was calm. Casual. The tone of a man making a request he expected to be obeyed. "All of them."

She trembled. Her dark eyes, wet, wide, looked around the hall. At her father, his head bowed, his jaw clenched. At the elders, their faces pale, their eyes averted. At the disciples, their heads down, their bodies trembling. At the thousands outside, on their knees, eating worms.

"In front of..." she whispered. Her refined voice cracked. "In front of everyone? Father? The elders? The..."

"Come on," Tianlong said. His voice was soft. Teasing. The tone of a man who was enjoying a moment. "You want to prove your loyalty, don’t you?"

She trembled. Her small hands, pale, found the sash of her formal robes. The jade-green silk, the embroidered cloud-and-dragon patterns. The sash that her father’s sect had designed. The sash that marked her as the Jade Pearl.

She pulled. The sash fell. The robes loosened. She pushed the outer layer from her shoulders. The jade-green silk pooled at her feet. The inner layer, white, thin, remained. Her collarbone was exposed. Her shoulders, sloped and graceful, were bare.

She pushed the inner layer down. Over her breasts. Over her waist. Over her hips. The fabric fell. She stepped out of it. Her body, clad only in her undergarments, was revealed.

A bra. White, silk, the fabric thin. Her breasts, round and firm, were visible through the material. The pink nipples, small and stiff, were visible through the sheer fabric. The cold air, the exposure, the eyes of every person in the hall, made the nubs harden further.

A panty. White, silk, matching. The fabric covered her mound, the dark patch of pubic hair visible through the sheer material. Her thighs, long and pale, were bare. Her legs, toned from cultivation, were exposed.

"Good," Tianlong said. His gold-crimson eyes swept her body. The bra, the panty, the slender frame. The breasts visible through the fabric. The pubic hair visible through the panty. "Spread your legs."

She trembled. Her dark eyes, wet, found his face. His gold-crimson eyes were on her body. On the panty. On the shape of her pussy through the fabric.

She spread her legs. Her feet, in silk slippers, moved apart. Her thighs parted. The panty, stretched between her legs, pulled taut. The fabric, already thin, became translucent. Her pussy, the lips visible through the silk, was exposed.

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes examined her. His gaze traveled from her face to her neck to her chest to her bra to her stomach to her panty to her spread thighs.

Below, on the jade floor, Madam Fengyan was still sucking. Her mouth, wrapped around his cock, worked. Her head bobbed. Her enormous tits swayed. Her hands massaged his balls.

"Slurp... slurp... mmmph..."

Her dark eyes, looking up, found Jin Yuhan’s. The princess, standing in her bra and panty, her legs spread, her body exposed. The thick woman, on her knees, a cock in her mouth, her tits hanging.

Their eyes met.

Jin Yuhan saw the look in Madam Fengyan’s eyes. The amusement. The challenge. The gaze of a woman who was pleasing the man and knew it. The gaze of a competitor.

’If I don’t act, she’ll take him. She’s sucking his cock. She’s massaging his balls. She’s... she’s good at it. She knows what she’s doing. And I’m standing here in my bra and panty like a scared child.’

’I need to... I need to show him. I need to show her. I’m his woman. Not her. Me.’

She moved. Her small hands found the waistband of her panty. She pushed the fabric down. Over her hips. Over her thighs. The silk fell. She stepped out of it.

Her pussy was exposed. Clean. She had washed in the morning, preparing herself. The pubic hair, dark, was trimmed. The lips, pink and thin, were visible. The slit, delicate, was closed. No arousal. Not yet. But the cold air, the exposure, the eyes, made her flesh prickle.

She moved to Tianlong. Her slender body, in only her bra, climbed onto his lap. His dark robe was open. His cock, hard, twelve inches, stood rigid from his pelvis. The shaft, slick with Madam Fengyan’s saliva, gleamed.

Madam Fengyan, her mouth still on his cock, felt the movement. She felt the princess’s legs, pale and slender, on either side of Tianlong’s thighs. She felt the body, the slender body, lowering.

She saw the pussy, pink and clean, descending toward the cock.