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

Chapter 727: Chapter 727 - The Choices Were Yours

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes found her. At the young woman. At the naked body. At the small breasts. At the hairy pussy. At the green eyes, wet, desperate, willing.

She felt it. The twitch. Not his. Hers. Her body, her slender frame, the virgin body that had never been touched by a man, responded to his gaze. The divine qi, radiating from his body, the Horny God Physique’s pheromones, hit her system. Her skin flushed. Her nipples hardened. Her pussy, the virgin slit, moistened.

He pulled out. His cock, slick with saliva, emerged from the headmistress’s throat. The shaft, twelve inches, was hard. The head, crimson, dripped. The cock, arched, curved upward. Ready. The posture of a weapon, drawn and aimed.

"I knew you were going to do that," he said. His voice was calm. The tone of a man who had planned every step. "I was just preparing myself."

Bai Lian’s green eyes, wide, trembled. Her body, naked on the stone, was rigid.

The other women moved. Liu Mei, her voluptuous body, grabbed Bai Lian’s ankle. Her hand, pale, gripped the slender joint. She pulled. Bai Lian’s leg, spread, was held. Jin Yuhan, her slender body, grabbed the other ankle. She pulled. The other leg, spread, was held. Madam Fengyan, her thick body, moved. Her hands, pale, found Bai Lian’s wrists. She pulled. The young woman’s arms, brought over her head, were pinned.

Three women. Three Soul Formation cultivators. Holding her down. Her legs, spread. Her arms, pinned. Her body, naked, vulnerable, was displayed. Her hairy pussy, the dark pubic hair, the pink slit, was open. Her small breasts, the pink nipples, were bare.

"What?" Bai Lian’s green eyes, wide, streamed. "Wait! Wait! I was... I was just..."

She looked at the headmistress. At the thick woman, whose throat had been emptied, whose mouth was free. At the dark eyes, wet, the corrupted smile.

"Are you all right?" Madam Yueying said. Her raw voice was warm. The warmth of a mother. The corrupted warmth of a mother who had been remade. She leaned. Her face, beautiful and mature, descended. Her coral lips, swollen, found Bai Lian’s breast. She sucked. The small mound, the pink nipple, was taken into her mouth. Her tongue, pink, swirled. The nipple, stiff, was stimulated.

"AH~!" Bai Lian’s back arched. Her green eyes, wide, rolled. The sensation, the mouth on her breast, the tongue on her nipple, the first intimate touch from another person, sent a jolt through her virgin body. Her pussy, the virgin slit, gushed. The moisture, thin and clear, ran from her entrance.

Tianlong moved. His body, golden, positioned between her spread legs. His cock, twelve inches, the shaft pale, the head crimson, was before her pussy. Her hairy mound, the dark pubic hair, the pink slit, was before him.

He pressed. His cock, the head, the broad surface, found her slit. He rubbed. Not entering. Rubbing. The head, the crimson, the hot flesh, slid along her slit. Up. Down. The surface, the broad head, pressed against her clit. The small, stiff nub, was stimulated.

She cried. Her green eyes, wet, streamed. Her body, the slender frame, arched. The sensation, the cock on her pussy, the rubbing, the stimulation, was overwhelming. The divine qi, flowing through his cock, through her skin, through her meridians, amplified everything.

He rubbed. For minutes. Five. Ten. The head, sliding up and down, pressing against her clit, pressing against her entrance, pressing against her sensitive flesh. The motion, the constant, relentless stimulation, drove her body to a peak she had never experienced.

Her body arched. Her back, off the stone, curved. Her small breasts, the pink nipples, heaved. Her green eyes, wide, rolled. Her mouth, open, the musical voice, screamed.

"AAANGH~!!"

She squirted. The fluid, thin and clear, sprayed from her pussy. The stream, arcing, hit his cock. The liquid, the virgin arousal, ran down his shaft. Her body, limp, fell to the stone. The convulsions, the aftershocks, the trembling, continued. Her muscles, her thighs, her vaginal walls, contracted and released in random, uncontrollable spasms.

Madam Yueying released her breast. Her coral lips, wet, left the pink nipple. She looked at Tianlong. At the gold-crimson eyes.

"She’s ready, Master," she said. Her raw voice was calm. The corrupted calm of a woman who had found her purpose.

Bai Lian, limp, her green eyes half-closed, her body trembling from the orgasm, looked at the headmistress. At the woman she had called Aunt. At the woman who had just sucked her breast and prepared her for a man.

"Headmistress," she whispered. Her musical voice was broken. "What... what happened to you?"

Tianlong came up. His body, golden, positioned. His cock, the head, the crimson, was at her entrance. Her hairy pussy, the swollen lips, the glistening slit, was before him. The moisture, the squirt, the arousal, coated her.

He placed his cock over her pussy. The head, the broad surface, rested against her slit. The heat, the divine qi, radiated.

"It will hurt a bit," he said. His voice was calm. Almost gentle. The tone of a man offering a warning. Not a threat. A courtesy.

He pushed.

Her body arched. Her back, off the stone, curved. Her small breasts, the pink nipples, pointed at the ceiling. Her green eyes, wide, streamed. Her mouth, open, screamed.

One inch. The head, the broad surface, entered. Her virgin entrance, the tight, untouched muscles, stretched. The pain, sharp, searing, the pain of a body being opened for the first time, hit.

Two inches. The shaft, the pale flesh, slid in. The walls, the virgin walls, gripped him. The friction, the tightness, the heat, was immense. Her hymen, the thin membrane, was pressed.

Three inches. The head, pressing against her hymen, pushed. The membrane, thin and delicate, stretched. The pain, sharp, intensified.

Blood. The hymen, tearing, released blood. The fluid, red and thin, ran from her entrance. It coated his cock. The shaft, slick with blood and arousal, gleamed.

"AAANGH~!!" Her scream, raw, primal, the scream of a woman whose virginity was being taken, filled the chamber.

He grabbed her waist. His hands, large and pale, gripped her slender hips. He pushed. Deeper. The shaft, inch by inch, slid in. The walls, the virgin walls, stretched. The pain, sharp, intense, was overwhelming.

Against her cervix. The head, the broad surface, pressed against the small opening. The cervical os, the gateway to her womb, was closed. Tight. Untouched.

"Please..." Bai Lian whispered. Her musical voice, broken, cracked. "Please stop... it hurts... please..."

He pushed. Against the cervix. The opening, the tight ring of muscle, resisted. The pain, sharp, was unbearable. Her body, the slender frame, convulsed.

Against the cervix. The pressure, the force, the divine strength, was relentless. The ring, the muscle, stretched. The pain, the searing, tearing pain, was absolute.

He pushed through. The head, the broad surface, passed the cervix. The opening, stretched beyond its limit, yielded. The cock, the shaft, entered her womb.

"AAAAAAANGH~!!!"

Her scream, the raw, primal, guttural scream of a woman whose womb was being penetrated for the first time, filled the chamber. Her belly, the flat, smooth stomach, distended. The outline of his cock, the shaft, the head, was visible through her lower abdomen. The skin, stretched, pulled taut.

Her small breasts, the pink nipples, swung. The motion, the jolt of his penetration, sent them moving. The pink nubs, stiff, pointed at the ceiling.

He leaned. His face, golden, descended. His mouth found hers. His lips, warm, pressed against her musical voice. He kissed her. The kiss, firm, silenced her scream.

"Shut up," he said. His voice, against her lips, was calm. "You were the one who chose."