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

Chapter 749: Chapter 749 - Twins Taken Together All Night

She looked up. Her dark eyes, wet, the pupils dilated, found his face.

’He can help me. He has the power. He can make someone break through. Another realm. Just from... just from his cock. His cum. His divine qi. If he can do this... if he can advance a Soul Formation cultivator to Body Integration in one night... then he can help me get the Reincarnation Pool water. He can help me see the future. He can... he can give me everything.’

’Why would I care about the pool? Why would I care about the memories? If I have him... if I have his cock... his cum... his divine qi...’

’I don’t need the pool. I don’t need the memories. I don’t need the future. I need him.’

She leaned. Her face, her mouth, her lips, found his cock. The shaft, slick, the head, crimson, was before her. She placed his cock over her head. The shaft, the pale, thick, veined shaft, rested on her dark hair. Her lips found his balls. She licked. Her tongue, pink, warm, worked the surface.

"Please help me," she whispered. Her musical voice, the noble, refined voice, was broken. The tone of a woman begging. "Master. I want to get the water of the Reincarnation Pool."

His hand, on his cock, pushed. The shaft, the head, pressed against her lips. Her mouth opened. His cock, the head, the shaft, pushed past her lips. Her tongue, her mouth, her throat, received him.

He grabbed her nose. His fingers, the slender digits, pinched her nostrils. Her mouth, already open, opened wider. Her airway, restricted, forced her to breathe through her mouth. The breath, the hot, wet exhalation, flowed over his shaft.

He pushed deeper. His cock, twelve inches, slid into her throat. Her neck bulged. The outline, the ridge, was visible. Her hands, tapping on his thighs, the universal signal of distress, of a woman whose throat was being filled, of a body reaching its limit, were frantic.

He held her. His hand, on her head, kept her in place. His cock, buried in her throat, throbbed. The divine qi, flowing through his cock, through her throat, through her meridians, was intense.

"Tell me where it is situated," he said. His voice was calm. Conversational. The tone of a man conducting an interrogation while receiving a blowjob.

She tried to speak. Her mouth, full of cock, her throat, full of cock, produced sounds. The words, muffled, distorted, garbled, were barely audible. But the divine qi, flowing through their joined bodies, allowed a form of spiritual communication. The words, transmitted through qi resonance, were received.

"The... the Reincarnation Pool," she said. Her voice, the muffled, garbled, qi-transmitted words, were the confession. "It is... beneath the palace. In the ancestral crypt. The lowest level. Behind the formation gate. The... the pool."

He smiled. The information, the location, the confession, was received. The Reincarnation Pool. Beneath the palace. In the ancestral crypt. The lowest level. Behind the formation gate.

He pulled out. His cock, slick with saliva, emerged. She gasped. Her lungs, free, expanded. The air, the room air, thick with the scent of sex and divine qi, filled her. She coughed. The sound, raw, the cough of a throat that had been filled, was rough.

He looked down. The woman, the fake princess, the junior sister, the prodigy, lay on the bed. Her body, the slender frame, the small breasts, the pink nipples, the hairy pussy, the leaking cum, was there. Her dark eyes, wet, looking up at him, held the devotion. The need. The desperate, all-consuming need.

"The alarm sure is a heck of a correct cell," he said. His voice, the private comment, was the observation of a man who had been listening for something.

He turned. Toward the door. "Come in," he said.

The door opened. The real princess, Jin Yuhan, walked in. Her slender body, the formal robes, the dark hair, was there. Her dark eyes, on the scene, on the bed, on the woman, on the cum, on the blood, were steady. The fragmented memories, the dual consciousness, the upper realm identity, were present.

She was removing her clothes. Her robes, the dark blue and silver, fell. Her bra, her undergarment, fell. Her panty, the silk, fell. Her naked body, her small breasts, her pink nipples, her hairy pussy, the swollen lips, the gap, the evidence of divine fucking, was bare.

She crawled. On her hands and knees, on the floor, on the purple marble, she crawled. Her dark eyes, looking up, looking at Tianlong, looking at the woman on the bed, were on his cock. She crawled to him. Her mouth, her lips, her tongue, found his shaft. She licked. The combined fluids, the blood, the cum, the arousal, the taste of her twin, was on her tongue.

"You," the woman on the bed said. Her musical voice, the broken, raw, shocked voice, was the voice of betrayal. "You betrayed me."

She tried to stand. Her body, the slender frame, the trembling limbs, moved. The anger, the fury, the betrayal, drove her.

The princess, Jin Yuhan, grabbed her hair. Her hand, pale, the slender fingers, gripped the dark strands. She pulled. The woman, the fake princess, the junior sister, was thrown back. Her body, the slender frame, hit the bed. The impact, on the silk, was soft.

"Shut up," the princess said. Her musical voice, the cold, steady, commanding tone, was the voice of a woman who had been remade. "No one betrayed anyone. You got to advance in the realm. You should be pleased with your sister’s help."

She turned. Her body, her naked body, her small breasts, her pink nipples, her hairy pussy, presented. Her ass, the slender cheeks, raised. Her pussy, the swollen, hairy, leaking cunt, was before him.

She looked at Tianlong. Her dark eyes, wet, devoted, found his gold-crimson ones.

"Master," she said. Her musical voice was soft. "I heard where you need to go."

He slammed. His cock, twelve inches, hard, the head crimson, drove into the princess’s pussy. The walls, mature, swollen, trained, gripped him. The puffy flesh, the soft cushion, the experienced muscles, milked.

PAAAH!

"AAANGH~!!"

The princess moaned. Her dark eyes, half-closed, rolled. Her body, the slender frame, rocked. Her small breasts, the pink nipples, heaved.

He fucked her. The rhythm, the pace, was relentless. His hips, driving, blurred. The sound, the flesh slapping, echoed.

Pah pah pah pah pah!

"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!!"

The woman on the bed, the fake princess, the junior sister, watched. Her dark eyes, wide, streaming, saw her sister. Her twin. The woman who had traded places with her, who had set her up, who had delivered her to the Emperor, was being fucked. In front of her. On the same bed. The same cock that had taken her virginity, that had broken her through to Body Integration, was inside her sister.

She should have been angry. She should have been furious. She should have been disgusted.

But her body, the Body Integration body, the remade, rewritten, conditioned body, responded. Her pussy, the hairy mound, the swollen lips, the bleeding walls, gushed. The arousal, the divine qi, the residual pleasure, the conditioning, drove her. She was wet. Again. Watching her sister get fucked. By the same cock. The same divine, twelve-inch, vein-ridged, belly-bulging cock.

’Why... why am I wet? Why am I... watching her get fucked and getting wet? My sister. My twin. She betrayed me. She set me up. She delivered me to him. And I... I am watching her get fucked and I am... I am aroused?’