Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World Chapter 278 - Create a Rivalry

When the dust finally began to settle, the scene was apocalyptic.

The house—if it could even be called that anymore—was completely gone. Only the floor remained, cracked and scorched, sitting at the bottom of a massive crater that had ford from the combined destruction.

The bed was sohow still intact, though now sitting at a precarious angle, sheets torn and soaked.

Debris littered everything—wood, leaves, dirt, shattered ice crystals lting in the afternoon sun.

And there, on that ruined bed, Tianlong sat, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with the elf’s juices, his expression carefully neutral.

Across from him, kneeling on the crumbled mattress, was Akane.

Her silver and red hair was wild, her fox ears perked forward, her nine tails swaying gently behind her. Her golden eyes—those beautiful, fierce eyes—were locked onto his face, wide and shimring.

She was panting, gasping for breath, her chest heaving with each inhale, making her modest breasts rise and fall beneath her traditional robe.

"So... husband," she said between breaths, her voice suddenly soft, almost timid—a complete one-eighty from her earlier fury. "Are you... are you alright?"

Her hands reached out, fingers trembling as they hovered near his face, not quite touching but desperate to.

"Did that woman... did she try to do sothing to you? Did she hurt you?"

Tianlong looked at his wife—at the concern etched into every line of her face, at the way her tails had curled protectively around her body, at the vulnerability she only ever showed him.

He knew exactly what answer she needed to hear.

He smiled, reaching up to gently take her hand in his, his thumb stroking across her knuckles.

"Of course not," he said softly, his voice warm and reassuring. "Though I must say, won of this world are too clingy."

He brought her hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her bloodied knuckles.

"Though, I will hope in future you don’t hit woman I want to fuck."

Akane blinked.

Her mouth fell open slightly, her ears twitching, confused that if she should be angry on what he just said or relieved about him seeing the true face of the won in this realm.

"Oh," she breathed, the single syllable barely audible.

But before she could process sothing, speak sothing, his hand moved on her underboob, lifting it as if reliving her heavy burden and say, "Though now that you threw her, you better be ready to take my cock tonight."

’!’

"A...as you say, husband." Akane’s entire face flushed a deep crimson, the color spreading from her cheeks down her neck, disappearing beneath her collar.

’Haha, what a save.’ Tianlong cleared away his bon existing sweat after seeing Akane slightly gotten her brain screw loose after relatioless fucking, or else he thought she would kill that woman or him and recall their deal of him never touching a woman without her permission.

Now the only thing that was left for him was to loosen her screw and pussy even more, especially seeing how cute she had beco.

Like for now, how she imdiately averted her gaze, looking anywhere but at him, one hand coming up to scratch at her chin in an adorably flustered gesture.

That maiden side of her—the one that didn’t match at all with the woman who was protector of this ancient realm and a woman who was loyal and devoted enough to remain steady even for a lost husband.

That sa woman was projecting all that side towards him, even if it was on lies but being the trash man he had beco due to all these won around him showering him all their trust and love... he will keep lying until caught.

And isn’t there a saying? When you lie about sothing everyti, it becos truth.

"You look cute, my thick wife." And he gave the best complint he can muster.

"I... that is... well..." she stamred, completely unable to form a coherent sentence.

Tianlong couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

But then—

His eyes widened slightly, his smile growing as he felt sothing else.

A delicate hand wrapping around his cock from behind, small fingers unable to fully encircle the girth, but gripping possessively nonetheless.

Soft breasts pressed against his back, the nipples just barely perceptible as hard points against his skin, small and firm and unmistakably there.

"Husband~" ca a breathy whisper directly into his ear, hot breath making him shiver.

Xiang.

Her hand began to stroke slowly from bottom to top while taking her ti due to his length and thickness, palm gliding along his length, thumb finally rubbing circles around his sensitive tip, saring the mix of pre-cum and the elf’s lingering juices.

Tianlong chuckled, the sound low and rich.

"Yes, Xiang," he said warmly, reaching back with one hand to pat her head, fingers tangling in her hair. "You’re also the best."

He felt her press even closer, her body molding against his back, her hand pumping a bit faster, her breath coming in shorter gasps against his neck.

Akane’s head snapped back toward them, her flush deepening as she realized what was happening, her eyes zeroing in on Xiang’s hand wrapped around her husband’s cock.

Her eye twitched again.

"Xiang..." she said slowly, dangerously. "What do you think you’re doing?"

Xiang peeked around Tianlong’s shoulder, her expression innocent despite her hand still stroking his length.

"Just... making sure husband is properly cared for, sister Akane," she said sweetly, batting her eyelashes. "You were so busy being angry, I thought soone should comfort him."

Her hand squeezed aningfully, making Tianlong grunt softly.

Akane’s tails bristled.

"I am PERFECTLY capable of—"

"SISTER!!"

The desperate scream cut through their argunt.

All three of them turned to see Sylvea finally managing to stand, her legs shaking, this ti she didn’t care for her hairy pussy or the boobs that even made Akane and Xiang taken aback due to strange shapes.

Tears streaked down her face, her green eyes wild with panic and grief as she stared at the distant crater where her sister had been launched.

"You... you MONSTER!" she shrieked at Akane, taking a stumbling step forward. "How could you—she didn’t even—she was just—"

Her words dissolved into sobs, her body swaying dangerously, clearly still affected by both the orgasm and the shock.

Akane’s expression hardened again, her earlier embarrassnt vanishing as she rose smoothly to her feet, her tails spreading wide in an obvious threat display.

"Your ’sister,’" she said coldly, "attacked MY husband—"

Akane’s eyes widened mid-sentence, her fox ears twitching violently as Sylvea looked at her with a mixture of confusion and dread.

"What—" Sylvea began, but the word died in her throat.

Two hands suddenly groped her cone-shaped breasts from behind, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh, kneading roughly until the nipples—those strange slitted ones—bulged between the knuckles, already beginning to leak that milky sweat.

"Hnnngh—!" A strangled moan tore from her lips, her back arching involuntarily.

Then she felt it.

A thick, hot cock—easily nine inches—sliding between her thighs from behind, the shaft parting her ass cheeks, grazing her hairy pussy lips as it pushed forward, the tip erging obscenely from between her legs in front of her.

Sylvea’s green eyes went wide, staring down in horror and shock at the massive cockhead jutting out from her thighs, pre-cum already beading at the slit.

Her pussy clenched reflexively, coating the underside of his shaft with her unwanted arousal, the textured folds dragging along his length.

"Ahhh—w-what—!" she gasped, her knees buckling.

A chin settled on her shoulder, warm breath tickling her pointed ear.

"Rest assured," Tianlong’s voice rumbled directly into her ear, his tone casual despite his cock throbbing between her trembling thighs and his hands still mauling her breasts, "I will not let anything happen to your sister."

His fingers found her nipples, his thumb and forefinger pinching it as the big size protruding forward as her boob was stretched, with his teeth biting her neck just lightly as if making her remaining strength vanish and her body literally supported by his cock.

"But I suggest," he continued, turning his head slightly to press a kiss to Sylvea’s flushed cheek before looking directly at Akane over the elf’s shoulder, "you do not offend that woman."

Another kiss, this one aid past Sylvea—his lips eting the air in a playful gesture toward his wife.

"After all," Tianlong said with a smirk, his hips grinding forward slightly, making his cock slide another inch through Sylvea’s thighs, the shaft spreading her pussy lips wider, "She is my wife, and who are you? I don’t even know you that well yet."