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

Chapter 755: Chapter 755- Eldest Prince’s Turmoil

The words, the playful, teasing complaint of a man whose harem was departing for an expedition, were delivered while his cock was twelve inches deep in her ass.

She moaned. She cried. Her dark eyes, wet, streaming, looked back at him. Her coral lips, swollen, parted.

"I can stay if Master wants," she whispered. Her raw voice, broken, was the voice of a woman who would abandon everything, the expedition, the pool, the mission, to stay with him. To serve him. To be his.

He laughed. The sound, the warm, amused, genuine laugh of a man enjoying his woman, filled the room. He slapped her ass again. The sound, the clap, the vibration, was loud.

PAAAH!

"AAANGH~!!"

"Tighten your ass a bit," he said. His voice was casual. The instruction, the command, was delivered while he drove deeper. "Clearly, I’ve sent away the boss twins. Princess and Sentis. The purple ancestor was also gone."

The twins, Jin Yuhan and the junior sister, had been sent on the expedition. Their Body Integration cultivation, their twin synergy, their usefulness in combat, had been deployed. Liu Mei, the ancestor, had been sent to handle her descendants, to ensure the pool’s retrieval.

That left him alone with the thick milk. The headmistress. Madam Yueying. The woman whose enormous tits, whose maternal body, whose devoted, corrupted, broken love, had been his entertainment for the last three hours.

He fucked her. The rhythm, the pace, was relentless. His hips, driving, blurred. The sound, the flesh slapping, the ass clapping, the wet, obscene, continuous sound of divine fucking, filled the chamber.

Pah pah pah pah pah pah!

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

Her body, the thick frame, was completely sweaty. The pale skin, glistening, was wet. Her enormous tits, hanging, swung with each thrust. The dark nipples, large and stiff, scraped the silk sheets. Her face, the beautiful mature face, was flushed. Her dark eyes, rolling, were vacant. Her mouth, open, the tongue extended, gasped.

The ahegao, the fucked-silly, mind-blank, eyes-rolled, tongue-out expression of a woman whose consciousness had been fucked away, was complete.

He slammed. The final thrust, the deepest, the hardest, drove his cock to the root. The head, the broad surface, pressed against her inner walls. The cum, the divine seed, pressurized, molten, erupted.

PAAAH! PAAAH! PAAAH!

"AAAAAANGH~!!!"

Her body convulsed. Her back arched. Her enormous tits heaved. Her ass, the thick cheeks, clenched. Her anal, the sphincter, the trained muscles, gripped. The milking, the squeezing, the desperate, involuntary clenching of a body being filled with divine cum, was intense.

The cum, hot and thick, sprayed into her anal. The fluid, the divine essence, filled her. The divine qi, flowing through his cum, through her walls, through her meridians, through her dantian, was absorbed.

She fell. Her body, the thick frame, collapsed. Her face hit the silk sheets. Her arms, pale, limp, fell to her sides. Her ass, the thick cheeks, was still raised. His cock, still inside, throbbed. The last spurts, the final pulses of divine cum, filled her.

Her body twitched. The convulsions, the aftershocks, the residual pleasure, continued. Her cultivation, her Golden Core, her meridians, her dantian, were responding. The divine qi, the cum, the spiritual energy, was catalyzing.

The golden light, the breakthrough qi, blazed. Not a pillar, not a sky-piercing beam. A contained, internal, personal breakthrough. From Golden Core peak to Soul Formation initial.

Her body, the thick frame, glowed. The golden light, the Soul Formation qi, radiated from her skin. Her dark eyes, wide, streamed. The realization, the impossible realization, hit.

’I... I broke through. Soul Formation. From Golden Core. Just from... just from his cum. From his cock. From three hours of being fucked in the ass.’

’I am... I am Soul Formation now. I am... stronger. I am... his.’

Tianlong, his cock pulling out, the shaft slick with cum, stepped back. His foot, his pale foot, over her ass, pushed. The gesture, the casual, possessive, dominant gesture of a man claiming his territory, was delivered. His toes, on the thick flesh, pressed.

Her anal, the sphincter, loose and trained, leaked. The seed, the thick white divine cum, ran from her entrance. The fluid, the glob, the thick, viscous, slowly flowing stream of divine semen, dripped. Down her thick thighs. Down the pale skin. Onto the silk sheets.

He sighed. The sound, the exhale, the satisfied, contented sigh of a man who had just emptied his balls into a woman’s ass and catalyzed her cultivation breakthrough, was genuine.

He sat on the bed. His naked body, golden, gleaming, was relaxed. His cock, twelve inches, softening, lay against his thigh. The shaft, slick with cum, with lube, with the headmistress’s anal fluids, was wet.

She crawled. Her thick body, the trembling limbs, the hands and knees, moved. Her enormous tits, hanging, swaying, nearly touched the silk. Her dark eyes, wet, devoted, found his cock.

"Let me clean it, Master," she whispered. Her raw voice, the broken, devoted whisper, was the voice of a woman who had found her purpose.

She sucked. Her mouth, her coral lips, her tongue, found his cock. The shaft, slick, was cleaned. The cum, the anal fluids, the combined residues, were licked. Swallowed. Her tongue, warm, wet, expert, worked the surface. The head, the crimson, was sucked. The slit, the opening, was tongue-fucked. The balls, heavy, were kissed.

He closed his eyes. His gold-crimson eyes, behind the lids, were at rest. His divine sense, however, was not.

The transcendent level perception, the Divine Transcendent Realm awareness, extended outward. Through the palace. Through the city. Through the province. Through the sky. Through the land.

He could see everything.

The ships, the four warships, moving north. The army, the soldiers, the cultivators, on board. The twins, sparring on the deck. Liu Mei, meditating in her cabin. Fengyuan and Bai, the two cast-aside women, standing at the rail, watching the landscape pass below.

The inheritance site, the mountain range, the beasts, the monsters, the formations, the traps. All of it, visible. All of it, known.

And something else. Something on the side. Something that made him smile.

"What an interesting..." he said. His voice was soft. The observation, the private, internal observation of a being who had perceived something unexpected, trailed off. "...thing."

His eyes opened. The gold-crimson, the divine, the knowing, held the amusement. The anticipation. The predatory satisfaction of a being who had seen a new piece on the board and was already planning his move.

~ The Prefecture of the Eldest Prince

The skies were darkening.

The eldest prince, the scholarly man in white and silver robes, stood at the window of his prefecture. His residence, the grand house within the Purple Astral Palace grounds, was appointed with the understated elegance of a scholar. Scrolls, books, ink stones, brushes. The walls, purple crystal, were lined with shelves. The desk, dark wood, was cluttered with maps and formation diagrams.

His sharp eyes, on the sky, were watching. The clouds, the dark, gathering clouds, the storm that was building, were there. But it was not the weather that troubled him.

’Is he going to kill me?’

The thought, the paranoid, consuming, fear-driven thought, was there. The Emperor of the Long Dynasty, the being who had thrown him into a wall, who had humiliated him in front of the court, who had advanced his junior sister to Body Integration in one night, was in the palace. A few hundred meters away. With an army.

The eldest prince, the Divine Integration early stage cultivator, the heir to the Purple Astral Province, the political son of Emperor Zihao, was in fear.

’He humiliated me. He caught me. He threw me. He called me an insect. And my junior sister, the woman I have trained, the woman I have protected, the woman I...’