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

Chapter 750: Chapter 750 - Meeting Hall of Emperor

’What has he done to me? What has his cock done to me? What has his divine qi done to me?’

’I am... I am becoming like her. A bitch. His bitch.’

Tianlong, his cock inside the princess, looked at the woman on the bed. At the fake princess. At the junior sister. His gold-crimson eyes, the knowing, the amusement, the predatory satisfaction, held the assessment.

He reached. His hand, large and pale, found the woman’s ankle. He pulled. Her body, the slender frame, was dragged across the bed. Toward him. Toward the princess. Toward his cock.

He positioned them. Side by side. Both women, the twins, the identical faces, the identical bodies, the identical hairy pussies, were before him. One on the left, one on the right. Both on their backs. Both with their legs spread. Both with their pussies, the hairy mounds, the swollen lips, displayed.

He took the princess’s leg. He lifted. He positioned. His cock, slick with the princess’s arousal, moved from the princess’s pussy to the sister’s. The head, the crimson, the wet surface, pressed against the sister’s entrance.

"No," the sister whispered. Her dark eyes, wide, wet, were on his cock. "Please. I just... I need rest. I..."

He slammed.

PAAAH!

"AAANGH~!!"

The sister’s scream, the raw, primal scream, filled the room. Her pussy, the hairy mound, the bleeding walls, the torn hymen, was impaled again. The cock, twelve inches, the head, the shaft, the divine qi, drove in.

He fucked them. Both. Alternating. The princess, then the sister. The sister, then the princess. One thrust in the princess’s puffy, trained cunt. One thrust in the sister’s tight, virgin-bleeding, newly-broken walls. Back and forth. In and out. The rhythm, the pace, was relentless.

Pah pah pah pah pah!

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

Both women, the twins, the identical faces, the identical bodies, screamed. The sounds, the overlapping, harmonizing, dual-track moans of two identical women being fucked by the same cock, filled the chamber.

The sister, the fake princess, hating the princess, tried to hit her. Her hand, pale, swung. The slap, aimed at her sister’s face, was caught. Tianlong’s hand, large and pale, caught the wrist. He held. His grip, the divine strength, was absolute. He fucked her harder. The punishment, the discipline, was delivered through his cock.

"Ah~!" the sister screamed. Her dark eyes, wide, streaming, were furious. The humiliation, the degradation, the absolute, crushing humiliation of being fucked next to her sister, of being compared, of being used as one of two identical holes, was overwhelming.

Her crying, her tears, her saliva, dripping from her chin, from her mouth, was the evidence of a woman being broken. The expression, the ahegao, the fucked-silly, mind-blank, tongue-out, eyes-rolled expression of a woman whose consciousness was being rewritten by divine cock, was forming.

One was a bitch. The princess, Jin Yuhan, the woman who had been remade, who had accepted her position, who moaned and clenched and milked and begged for more, was the bitch.

One was becoming a bitch. The sister, the junior sister, the prodigy, the woman who had been a virgin hours ago, who had been cold and arrogant and calculating, was becoming a bitch. The divine qi, the divine cock, the divine cum, was remaking her. Breaking her. Rewriting her.

He grabbed the hair. The sister’s hair, the dark strands, the same color, the same texture as the princess’s, was in his grip. He pulled. Her head, yanked back, lifted. Her neck, arched, exposed. Her dark eyes, wide, wet, found the ceiling.

"Remove it," he said.

His other hand found her pussy. The hairy mound, the dark pubic hair, the swollen lips. He grabbed. His fingers, the slender digits, gripped the hair. The pubic hair, the dark strands, were in his fist.

He pulled.

"AAAAAH~!!!"

The scream, the raw, primal, agonized scream, was the scream of a woman whose pubic hair was being ripped out. The pain, sharp, searing, the pain of hair being torn from the most sensitive skin, was intense. Blood, the small droplets, the minor bleeding from the follicles, appeared.

He fucked through. His cock, driving into her bleeding, hairless, raw pussy, was relentless. The friction, the increased sensitivity from the hair removal, was overwhelming. Her walls, the Body Integration tissues, clenched. The grip, the squeeze, the desperate, involuntary clenching of a body being destroyed and remade, was intense.

The positions changed. Thirty-nine positions. One after another. Throughout the night. The sister on top, riding, her small breasts bouncing, while the princess was beneath, licking his balls. The princess on her back, legs behind her head, while the sister was bent over, eating the princess’s pussy while being fucked from behind. Both on their knees, asses raised, side by side, while he alternated between their pussies. Both standing, one leg each, held up, while he fucked them in the air. The sister’s mouth on the princess’s nipple, the princess’s mouth on the sister’s nipple, while he fucked them both, hands in both pussies, fingers in both asses.

The night was long. The sounds, the moans, the screams, the flesh slapping, the wet, obscene sounds of fucking, of sucking, of bodies joining and separating, filled the chamber. The divine qi, the golden light, the spiritual energy, blazed.

The pillows, the sheets, the bed, were soaked. Blood, cum, squirt, arousal, sweat, tears, saliva. The combined fluids of three bodies, two women and one god, covered everything.

And then, at dawn, the light came.

Two pillars. Two beams of golden qi, shooting through the ceiling, through the purple crystal, through the roof, into the sky. Two breakthroughs. Simultaneous.

The princess, Jin Yuhan, her Soul Formation peak cultivation, catalyzed by a night of divine fucking, broke through to Body Integration. The golden light, the qi, the spiritual energy, blazed.

The sister, the junior sister, her Body Integration initial cultivation, catalyzed by a night of divine fucking, broke through to Body Integration mid stage. The golden light, the qi, the spiritual energy, blazed.

Two pillars of light, two jade formation pillars forming in the sky, the breakthrough phenomenon, the visible, undeniable evidence of two cultivators advancing, filled the morning sky.

The capital, the city, the province, saw it. The cultivators, the citizens, the officials, the soldiers, looked up. The light, the two pillars, the dual breakthrough, was unprecedented.

"Two breakthroughs in a single night," a cultivator said. His voice was awed. "Two. Both Body Integration. In the same room. In the same palace."

"The Emperor’s women," another whispered. "The two identical ones. The twins."

The talk, the gossip, the speculation, filled the capital. The Emperor of the Long Dynasty, the being who had descended from the sky with four ships and an army, had, in one night, advanced two women to Body Integration. The implications, the political, the military, the cultivation implications, were immense.

~ The Morning Court

The throne room was full.

Emperor Zihao, the Human Emperor, sat on his throne. His peak Divine Integration cultivation, his composed face, his warm smile, were maintained. But his eyes, the sharp, calculating eyes of a ruler, were on the being who sat above him.

Tianlong sat on the elevated throne. The temporary seat, placed above the Purple Astral Palace’s own throne, was the seat of the Emperor of the Long Dynasty. His dark silk and crimson robe, his golden skin, his dark hair, his gold-crimson eyes, were the presence of a god among mortals.

His women stood. Four of them. Two on each side. Except Madam Fengyuan and Bai Lin...