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

Chapter 741: Chapter 741- Tianlong’s Dirty Idea

Madam Yueying, the headmistress. Her thick body, the formal robes she had been given, the dark red and gold, was visible. Her enormous tits, straining the fabric, were prominent. Her thick ass, the cheeks round and full, swayed with each step. The remnants of her degradation, the collar hidden beneath the robes, the furry bra beneath the silk, the well-fucked body beneath it all, were present. Her dark eyes, wet, devoted, were on him. Her coral lips, swollen, parted. Her body, the thick frame, the mature curves, was the body of a woman who had been fucked for hours and was ready for more.

Jin Yuhan, the princess. Her slender body, her formal robes, her dark eyes. Her small breasts, beneath the silk, were visible. Her pussy, the hairy mound, the swollen lips, was wet. The fragments, the upper realm memories, the dual consciousness, were present. Her dark eyes, meeting his, held the fragmented recognition of a woman whose identity was being rewritten.

His hands, large and pale, found their waists. His fingers, gripping the silk, pulling, drew them to him. Both women, their bodies, pressed against his sides. Madam Yueying on his left, her enormous tits against his arm. Jin Yuhan on his right, her small breasts against his other arm.

He pulled. Both women, their bodies, lifted. He sat. The throne-like chair, the purple jade seat near the window, received him. Both women, their bodies, settled on his thighs. Madam Yueying on his left thigh, her thick ass, the heavy weight, pressing down. Jin Yuhan on his right thigh, her slender body, her light weight, settling.

His gold-crimson eyes, on Madam Yueying, found her chest. Her enormous tits, in the formal robes, the furry bra beneath, were straining. The fabric, pulled taut, was barely containing the flesh. The dark nipples, large and stiff, were visible through the layers.

She saw his gaze. Her dark eyes, wet, understood. Her hands, pale, the slender fingers, found her robes. She pulled. The silk, the dark red fabric, parted. The furry bra, the cups too small, the overflow, was revealed. Her enormous tits, heavy and full, spilled from the cups. The dark nipples, large and stiff, were bare.

She grabbed her own boob. Her hand, the slender fingers, cupped the enormous mound. She lifted. The flesh, heavy, soft, warm, was offered. The dark nipple, large and stiff, pointed at his mouth.

"Please drink," she whispered. Her raw voice, the corrupted, devoted whisper, was the voice of a woman who had learned her purpose.

He leaned. His mouth, his lips, found her nipple. He sucked. The flesh, the areola, the stiff nub, was taken. His tongue, warm, wet, swirled. The sensation, the mouth on her breast, the suction, the heat, sent a jolt through her body.

Milk. The fluid, warm and sweet, flowed. The divine qi in his body, the Horny God Physique’s passive effect, had stimulated her. Her body, conditioned, trained, adapted, produced. The milk, the maternal fluid, the nourishment, entered his mouth. He drank. The taste, the warmth, the divine essence, was pleasant.

His other hand, on Jin Yuhan’s breast, kneaded. The small mound, beneath the silk, was groped. His fingers, through the fabric, found her nipple. He pinched. The pink nub, stiff, was twisted.

"Ah~!" Jin Yuhan moaned. Her dark eyes, half-closed, rolled. Her body, the slender frame, pressed against him. The divine qi, flowing through his hand, through her breast, through her meridians, amplified the sensation.

He released the headmistress’s nipple. The dark nub, wet, stiff, emerged. A thin line of milk connected his lip to her breast. The strand, white and thin, broke. He swallowed. The milk, the warmth, settled.

"Now," he said. His voice was calm. Conversational. The tone of a man transitioning from pleasure to business. "Tell me what you saw in the memory."

Jin Yuhan, her dark eyes, her fragmented consciousness, focused. The memories, the upper realm fragments, the images that had flooded her mind during the breakthrough on the ship, were there. Not complete. Not coherent. Pieces of a mirror.

"I had a sister," she said. Her musical voice, the tone that had been timid and frightened in the lower realm, was different. The fragments, the upper realm identity, had added depth. Complexity. "Here. In this realm. My mother came here once. She gave birth to twins. Me and... and my sister. But my mother belonged to one of the bigger dynasties in the upper realm. After giving birth, she was dragged away. Taken back. I was... I was left here. In the lower realm. Hidden. Sealed."

She paused. Her dark eyes, wet, were on the purple crystal wall. The fragments, the pieces, were aligning. Not completely. But enough.

"My sister stayed. In the upper realm. She was raised here. In this province. She... she is one of the disciples. The ones who arrived with the emperor’s son."

Tianlong, his mouth on the headmistress’s tit, sucking the milk, the warm fluid flowing, held the recognition. The information, the confirmation of what the system had told him, was expected.

"Oh," he said. His voice, muffled by the breast, was conversational. "Well."

He sucked. The milk, the fluid, flowed. His hand, on the headmistress’s other boob, kneaded. The enormous mound, the soft flesh, was groped. The dark nipple, stiff, was between his fingers.

"That’s why you have such a physique," he said. His voice, the observation, was directed at Jin Yuhan. The implication, the connection between her upper realm bloodline and her Soul Formation cultivation base, was clear. The daughter of an upper realm dynasty, born with the bloodline, would have a natural advantage. A physique that could support higher cultivation. A body that was meant for the upper realm.

"Sir," Jin Yuhan said. Her musical voice was soft. Her dark eyes, on him, were searching. "Immortal. Did you send something here? An army? It felt like... it felt as if my bloodline was calling for me. But it was vague. Strange. I didn’t... I don’t know."

The sensation, the pull, the bloodline resonance that she had felt upon entering the upper realm, was the natural response of a sealed bloodline encountering its origin. The upper realm, the province, the palace, was where she was born. The qi, the energy, the spiritual atmosphere, resonated with her sealed bloodline.

Tianlong, his mouth releasing the headmistress’s nipple, the milk on his lips, smiled. The expression, the small, knowing smile, was the smile of a man who had already planned the next move.

"Indeed," he said. "Then why don’t you meet her? She might remember you."

Jin Yuhan’s dark eyes, wide, wet, found his face. The suggestion, the invitation, the permission to meet her twin, was unexpected. The master, the being who owned her, was offering her something personal. Something emotional.

"There is a possibility," she said. Her musical voice was careful. "But it seems they are here for the Reincarnation Pool water. To awaken her past life memories."

She rubbed her forehead. Her slender fingers, pressing against her temples, massaged. The fragments, the memories, the dual consciousness, were a headache. Literally.

"It is strange," she whispered. "Sir Immortal. I don’t know why I have these fragmented memories. I shouldn’t. The seal should have prevented it. Unless..."

Her dark eyes, meeting his, held the question. The unspoken question. The question of whether he, the being whose divine qi had catalyzed her breakthrough, whose cock had triggered the awakening, had done this intentionally.

He looked at her. His gold-crimson eyes, the warmth, the amusement, the knowing, were the eyes of a man who had done exactly that.

"Hey," he said. His voice was soft. Almost gentle. "Should I give you an idea?"

Her dark eyes, wide, blinked. "What?"