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

Chapter 717: Chapter 717 - Offering the Compensation for Son’s Mistake

Her rich voice, the headmistress’s voice, the voice of authority and command, was gone. What remained was the voice of a woman who had woken up in a stranger’s bed, half-naked, and was looking at a god receiving oral sex.

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes held hers. His hand, on Jin Yuhan’s head, pressed. The princess took him deeper. Her throat, bulging, the outline of his cock visible from the outside, milked him.

"Glurk... glurk..." The sounds, wet and obscene, filled the silence.

"So," Tianlong said. His voice was calm. Conversational. The tone of a man discussing the weather while having his cock sucked. "It was your son who manifested the forbidden technique."

The words hit Madam Yueying like a physical blow. Her arms, covering her chest, tightened. Her face, already pale, went white. The blood drained. Her dark eyes, wide, wet, found his face.

The fear. The absolute, consuming, all-encompassing fear. The fear of a mother whose child was in danger. The fear that overrode every other thought, every other instinct, every other concern. The fear that made her forget her position, her cultivation, her dignity, her state of undress.

"Forgive him," she whispered. Her voice cracked. "Please, sir. Lord Immortal. Please. He didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t choose this. He didn’t... please..."

Her tears came. The sobs, the body-wracking, chest-heaving sobs of a woman who had been holding everything inside for years, for the years since she first discovered what her son was, since the first time she felt the void energy from his room, since the first time she realized that her boy, her quiet, unremarkable boy, was something that the world would destroy if it found out.

"Please," she begged. Her rich voice, broken, cracked on every syllable. "He’s my son. He’s just a boy. He doesn’t know. He can’t control it. Please, Lord Immortal. I’ll do anything. Anything. Please..."

The sobs overtook her. Her thick body, the bra and panty, the exposed skin, convulsed. Her hands, covering her chest, trembled. Her tears, falling, ran down her beautiful face, down her neck, into her cleavage.

Tianlong looked at her. At the mother. At the fear. At the love, the desperate, overwhelming, self-sacrificing love of a woman who would trade everything, including herself, for her child.

His hand, on Jin Yuhan’s head, pressed. The princess, obedient, took him to the base. Her nose pressed against his pelvis. Her throat, bulging, the full twelve inches buried, worked. Her tongue, pressed flat against the underside, massaged.

"Glurk... slurp..." The sounds continued.

Liu Mei, her mouth on his balls, sucked harder. Her amethyst eyes, looking up, watched his face. Watched his reaction to the mother’s begging.

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes, calm, held Madam Yueying’s.

"Raise your head," he said.

She raised her head. Her dark eyes, wet, red-rimmed, found his face. At the gold-crimson eyes. At the naked body. At the two women, their mouths on his cock and balls.

"Tell me," he said. His voice was low. Quiet. The tone of a man who was about to deliver a verdict. "Why should I not kill your son?"

The words fell into the cabin like a blade.

Madam Yueying’s body went rigid. Her dark eyes, wide, the pupils dilated to the maximum, stared at him. Her mouth opened. No sound came out. Her lips, coral pink, trembling, moved. Formed words that didn’t materialize.

Her pussy, the panty, the white silk, was wet. The fear, the absolute terror, the overwhelming stimulation of the divine qi radiating from his body, the Horny God Physique’s pheromones filling the cabin, had triggered a biological response. Her body, her peak Golden Core cultivation, her mature, healthy, thirty-something-year-old body, responded to the divine qi the way a flower responds to sunlight.

The wetness, the arousal, soaked through the panty. The white silk, already thin, became translucent. Her dark pubic hair, thick and natural, was visible through the wet fabric. The shape of her pussy, the lips, the mound, was outlined.

She didn’t notice. She didn’t feel it. The fear was so absolute, so consuming, that every other sensation was overridden. Her body was responding to the divine qi but her mind was drowning in terror.

Her tears fell harder. Her thick body, the bra straining, the panty soaked, trembled.

"Please," she whispered. Her voice was barely a breath. "I would do anything. Please, Lord Immortal. Forgive my son. I... I would do anything. Please."

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes, looking at her, at the trembling body, at the wet panty, at the tears, at the fear, held calculation.

"Raise your hips," he said.

The words, the command, the implication, hit her. Her dark eyes, wide, found his face. The gold-crimson eyes, calm, waited.

"If you are able to make me come," he said. His voice was flat. Emotionless. The tone of a man stating terms. "I would forgive your son."

The cabin was silent. The wet sounds of Jin Yuhan’s mouth, of Liu Mei’s sucking, stopped. The two women, their mouths still on his cock and balls, looked at the headmistress. At the thick woman, in her bra and panty, on the bed, trembling.

Madam Yueying’s mind, shrouded by fear, by the divine qi, by the overwhelming pressure of the being before her, processed the words.

’He wants... he wants me to... to make him... in exchange for my son’s life. My body for my son’s life. My... my dignity. My self. For my son.’

’My son. My Lau. My boy who I have failed. My boy who I couldn’t protect. My boy who is out there, somewhere, maybe hurt, maybe dead, because of what he is. Because of what I couldn’t stop. Because of what I couldn’t hide.’

’I’m his mother. I’m supposed to protect him. And I can’t. I can’t protect him from this. From a god. From a being who can kill with a finger. From a being who has four Soul Formation cultivators serving him.’

’But I can do this. I can... I can trade. My body for his life.’

’I’m doing this for my son. For my son. For my son.’

Her thick body moved. Her arms, covering her chest, released. Her hands, pale, trembling, found the mattress. She crawled. On her hands and knees, her thick body, the bra and panty, the exposed skin, moving across the bed. Her enormous tits, hanging, swayed beneath her. Her thick ass, the cheeks round and full, raised. The panty, wet, pulled between her cheeks.

She crawled toward him. Toward the edge of the bed. Toward the naked man with the two women on his cock.

"Through your pussy," Tianlong said.

The words stopped her. Her dark eyes, wet, lifted. Found his face.

"Turn around," he said. His voice was calm. The instruction clear.

She turned. Her thick body, on her hands and knees, rotated. Her back was to him. Her thick ass, the cheeks full and round, the panty wedged between them, was presented. She clenched. The cheeks, tightening, squeezed together. The fabric of the panty, already wet, pulled taut. The shape of her ass, the full curves, the pale skin, was displayed.

Tianlong’s hand, large and pale, found the waistband of her panty. His fingers hooked the silk. He pulled. The fabric, wet, clung. It peeled from her skin, the moisture, the arousal, creating resistance.

The panty, freed, fell. It slid down her thighs. Over her knees.

To the mattress.