Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World Chapter 189 - Hunting Preparation for a MILF

"Mmphhh... nnh... can’t... breathe..."

The muffled sounds escaped Yu Xiang’s throat as she sat perched on Tianlong’s lap, both of them positioned on a thick oak branch high in the forest canopy.

Her smaller, womanly fra was completely enveloped by his larger body as he devoured her lips with ravenous hunger, his mouth moving against hers like a man dying of thirst who’d finally found water.

Her crimson robes had bunched around her hips, the silk riding up to expose the smooth expanse of her thighs where they straddled him.

His hands gripped her ass and waist with possessive force, fingers digging into the soft flesh through the thin fabric, holding her exactly where he wanted her as he claid her mouth over and over again.

’How much ti has passed?... ah.’ Tears gathered at the corners of her violet eyes as she struggled for air, her lungs burning from the intensity of their kiss.

This wasn’t the calculated, controlled kiss she might have expected—this was pure, animalistic devouring.

"Unh... mh... hn..."

His tongue invaded her mouth with aggressive passion, twisting and dancing with hers, stealing every breath she tried to take.

Her right hand clutched desperately at his hair, tugging at the dark strands as if trying to anchor herself to reality.

But her other hand... her other hand had sohow found its way to his throbbing cock, fingers wrapped around the thick, veined length through his opened robes.

She could feel every ridge, every pulsing vein, the incredible heat and hardness of him filling her palm. Nine inches of pure masculine power, so thick her fingers couldn’t fully encircle it, so hard it felt like heated steel wrapped in silk.

"Hh..."

Tianlong groaned low in his throat as he felt her grip tighten unconsciously as he bit her lower lip, the sound vibrating against her lips as he refused to break their kiss.

His hand covered hers, guiding her movents, showing her how to stroke the length of him with slow, deliberate pumps.

Yu Xiang’s mind reeled as she felt him guiding her hand, teaching her the rhythm he wanted.

Up and down, her palm sliding over the smooth skin, feeling the way his cock twitched and throbbed with each stroke.

Pre-cum leaked from the tip, making her fingers slick, the musky scent of his fluid filling the forest air around them.

’I can’t breathe... I can’t breathe...’

The thought echoed desperately in her mind as he continued his assault on her mouth, sucking on her upper lip before plunging his tongue deep again.

Her lungs scread for oxygen, black spots dancing at the edges of her vision.

Finally—’finally’—he pulled back, releasing her lips with a wet pop that echoed through the quiet forest.

"Haah... haah... haah..."

Yu Xiang gasped desperately, her chest heaving as she tried to pull air into her starved lungs.

Tears streaked down her cheeks, her lips swollen and glistening with their mixed saliva, trembling from the intensity of what had just happened.

Tianlong stared down at her gasping face, taking in the sight of her completely undone. Gone was the calculated, manipulative woman he knew—this was pure, raw vulnerability.

Her violet eyes were glazed with tears and sothing darker, her usual composure shattered like glass.

Her breathing ca in sharp, desperate pants, as if her lungs were trying to reclaim all the air they’d been denied for the past hour of relentless kissing.

The sight of her like this—broken, needy, gasping—sent liquid fire straight to his already aching cock.

"Please... stop..." she whispered between gasps, her voice barely audible.

Sothing in her tone made him pause. He looked at her more carefully, seeing not just desire but genuine distress in her expression.

Leaning forward, he pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the small space between them.

"I’m sorry," he said softly, his voice rough with restrained passion. "I never knew I would lose my sanity like that."

It was true. With his other wives, he maintained control.

He was a pervert, certainly, but he knew boundaries—when to stop, when they’d had enough, when to pull back from the edge.

But with Yu Xiang... her lips were like an addiction.

So delicate, so perfectly soft, with that strange peach flavor that drove him wild.

He could have kept devouring her for days without stopping.

His crimson eyes dropped to her lips—wet, swollen, trembling as they parted with each labored breath.

The urge to claim them again was almost overwhelming.

"Don’t do that," she whispered, noticing where his gaze had fixed. "It feels strange."

She tried to avert her eyes, but she couldn’t escape the heat building in her core.

Her entire body felt like it was burning from the inside out, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

It was exactly like being under the influence of a powerful aphrodisiac, but she hadn’t ingested anything except... him.

His saliva. His touch. His very presence seed to act like a drug on her system, making her body respond in ways she’d never experienced.

She knew about aphrodisiacs—had used them herself from ti to ti in her manipulations—but this was different.

This ca from ’him’.

Her right hand still gripped his cock, and she beca acutely aware of every detail her fingers were exploring.

The incredible thickness that stretched her grip, the way it pulsed with his heartbeat, the heat that seed to radiate through her palm and up her arm.

She heard him groan softly as she unconsciously tightened her grip, his eyes closing briefly in pleasure.

The expression on his face—raw need mixed with sothing almost vulnerable—triggered a strange new urge in her chest.

She wanted to see that expression again.

Without fully understanding why, she began to move her hand more deliberately. Stroking up and down the length of him, feeling the skin slide over the hard core beneath.

Her thumb found the sensitive head, already slick with pre-cum, and she began to rub slow circles around the tip.

"Fuck..."

Tianlong’s hiss of pleasure sent heat shooting through her core. His chin fell on her head slightly, lips parting as he breathed over her hair as she worked him with growing confidence.

This was new territory for Yu Xiang.

She’d always been the one in control, using her beauty and wit to manipulate n from a distance.

But this—having this powerful man trembling under her touch, seeing him lose control because of what ’she’ was doing—it was intoxicating in a way she’d never imagined.

Finally, she felt she could control him in a way that she had never been able to do before.

Her hand moved faster, stroking him with increasing urgency.

She could feel him getting closer to the edge, his breathing becoming ragged, his grip on her waist tightening almost painfully.

"I’m about to co," he warned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

Instead of pulling away, Yu Xiang instinctively covered the head of his cock with her fist, her face buried against his chest as she felt the first pulse of his release.

Hot cum spurted over her palm, coating her fingers as wave after wave of his climax washed over him.

She felt strange—embarrassed yet oddly proud, her cheeks burning as she slowly took a peek towards her palm where thick white fluid was present.

[DING!]

The familiar system notification appeared in Tianlong’s vision, rewards cascading across the interface:

[Achievent Unlocked: "Heroine’s Hand Service"]

[Manual stimulation to completion by target heroine]

[Reward: 1,200 Harem Points]

[Favorability Increase: 70% → 85%]

[Special Bonus: "First Ti Giver" - Additional 800 Harem Points]

[Unlock: Advanced Seduction Protocols with target]

[Total Points Gained: 2,000 Harem Points]

Tianlong gently lifted her chin with his clean hand, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead—so different from the consuming passion of monts before.

"Thank you," he murmured against her skin.

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For her, it was vulgar, so much that she should have felt disgusted. But the way he said that, so softly and romantically, it was strange as she seed to nudge her nose on his chest, not wanting to leave him.

’Why... why I...?’

And there, for a flicker of a mont, doubt surfaced—why she was behaving like this. Too, at that, towards a man. A kind who had always shown a side which she had known how to make use of.

Yet her lips trembled, clearly in age, but not enough to make her hate him. As she inhaled, feeling she needed to prove herself given, she could not be as strong as his wives.

Yu Xiang’s voice was barely a whisper when she finally spoke, her face still hidden against his chest.

"Just tell ... which woman you want on your bed...?"