Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World Chapter 31 - The moment desires control you, you are not a m

His fingers—two of them, thick and unyielding—drove deeper into my cunt with a wet, forceful shlkk that made my body arch against my will.

I gasped sharply, the sound tearing from my throat like a betrayal, as a fresh gush of slick arousal leaked out around his hand, dripping down my thighs in hot, uncontrollable rivulets.

My pussy clenched desperately, walls fluttering around the intrusion, heat blooming from my core like a wildfire I couldn’t extinguish.

What was this?

My skin burned, flushed from neck to toes, every nerve alight with a feverish itch that demanded more, even as my mind recoiled in disgust.

Lust was chaos, a filthy tangle of leaking fluids and shaful cries—yet here I was, my virgin hole leaking like a broken dam, soaking his fingers as they pumped in and out with crude insistence.

The confusion gnawed at ; I was Elder Feng Lianhua, above such mortal frailties, yet my body betrayed , heating unbearably, pussy throbbing with each thrust.

Schlk-schlk-schlk—

the obscene rhythm filled my ears, my arousal coating him in glistening sha.

"Now it’s champagne ti," he said suddenly, his voice a low, mocking rumble, eyes gleaming with dark amusent as his fingers curled harder inside , pressing against that sensitive inner wall.

Champagne?

"What?" I managed to gasp, my voice fracturing, confusion swirling thicker than the haze in my mind.

But before I could demand clarity—

Wwoaaahhhh!

A violent shudder ripped through , my pussy clenching wildly around his fingers as a stream of clear fluid shot out like a geyser, arcing through the air and splattering against the far chamber wall with a wet smack.

It was as if decades of pent-up barriers—my iron control, my cultivated purity—had shattered in an instant, releasing a flood that soaked the stone and left trembling.

My eyes widened in horror, trembling as I stared at the glistening trail, my body convulsing with aftershocks.

"What... what is this? Why does my body feel so hot? Th-this is... ecstasy? How?!"

The words tumbled out in a breathless rush, my voice laced with panic and bewildernt.

Ecstasy? This chaotic rush, this leaking ss—it couldn’t be.

Lust was tainted nonsense, yet the heat pulsed through like molten qi, my pussy still leaking in shaful spurts, clit throbbing as if begging for more.

How could sothing so vulgar feel like this—like lightning in my veins, breaking open?

He didn’t answer.

Instead, his mouth descended on my breasts, capturing both nipples at once in a hot, wet suction that made cry out.

"Ahhhh—!"

His teeth grazed them rcilessly, biting down with sharp pressure that sent jolts of pain-laced pleasure shooting straight to my core.

I leaned back against the sheets, tears streaming down my cheeks—hot, unbidden, mixing with the sweat on my flushed skin—as he pulled his mouth away with a lewd pop.

Both my tits jiggled from the release, heavy and swollen, nipples red and erect, marked by his teeth like brands of ownership.

The sensation lingered, a throbbing ache that only fueled the heat in my pussy, more arousal leaking out in confusion.

Why? Why did this feel... good?

I was leaning there, tears blurring my vision, body a betrayer as his fingers—still buried deep—resud their pounding.

Schlk-schlk-schlk!

Each thrust curled harder, rciless, stretching my walls and making fresh leaks gush forth, my clit pulsing under his thumb’s relentless flicks.

He started to stand from then, his body rising like a shadow over mine, fingers finally withdrawing with a slick pop that left gasping at the emptiness.

I rose on my elbows, elbows digging into the sheets, looking up at him with narrowed eyes, my chest heaving, tits still jiggling faintly from the motion.

The sheet was within reach—I snatched it quickly, pulling it over my body to cover my sha, though it did little to hide the wet spot between my legs or the way my nipples tented the fabric.

"Are you about to remove your clothes and enter my pussy with that... flesh of yours?" I demanded, voice sharp despite the tremor, glaring at his still-clothed form.

Why hadn’t he stripped? Was this so further humiliation, leaving exposed while he remained armored in fabric?

But he just smiled, that infuriating, knowing curve of his lips, shaking his head.

"Of course not. That’s exclusive to my wives."

He pointed toward a door within the chamber, one I hadn’t noticed before, half-hidden by swirling shadows.

It creaked open at his gesture, and there they were—two won, the ones I’d glimpsed earlier in the chaos, their faces flushed with a post-coital glow that made narrow my eyes further.

One was the maidenly type, head bowed, cheeks crimson as she fidgeted; the other, fiery and warrior-like, averted her eyes with arms folded tightly across her chest, as if holding back a storm.

They stepped in, and he called them closer with a casual wave, hugging their waists possessively—one arm around the blushing maiden, the other around the defiant warrior.

Their bodies pressed against him, compliant yet charged with unspoken heat.

I clutched the sheet tighter, confusion and anger boiling up as I sat straighter, my pussy still leaking faintly beneath the fabric, a humiliating reminder of his "demonstration."

"What do you an? And why haven’t you removed your clothes yet? Is this so ga to you?"

He looked at then, still hugging his wives, their waists firm under his grip, and his voice was calm, almost amused.

"You wanted to feel how it is done, Elder. I showed you—but ravaging you... that’s sothing else entirely."

The words ignited my fury, my pale eyes flashing like winter storms as I rose to my knees on the bed, sheet clutched like a shield.

"Showed ? You dare deny now, after... after reducing to this leaking ss? After making my body betray with your filthy tricks? I am Elder Feng Lianhua—I could end you with a thought! If you think you can toy with and walk away—"

He held up a hand, cutting off, his smile deepening into sothing dangerously sincere.

"Deny? No. If you want it—if you want to fuck you, to show you how it truly feels to be ravaged, body and soul—then I will. But for that, you’ll need to marry ."

His wives shifted beside him, the maiden flushing deeper with her head bowed, the warrior averting her eyes further, arms still folded like she was bracing for impact.

He pulled them closer, hugging their waists tighter, emphasizing his point.

"In exchange, I’ll ravage you daily—more than any of my wives, deeper, harder, until your icy walls shatter every night. You’ll beg for it, crave it, and I’ll give you power beyond your sect’s dreams through our bond. But it’s your choice, Elder. Marry ... or walk away with just a taste."

My breath caught, anger clashing with the lingering heat in my core, my pussy leaking anew at the vulgar promise.

Marry him? Submit to this... this upstart with his harem of flushed won?

Yet the ecstasy still echoed in my body, the squirting release a mory that made my thighs clench.

I narrowed my eyes, torn between disdain and an unwelco curiosity.

"You presu much, mortal. But... explain this ’bond.’ And know that if I choose yes, it will be on my terms—not as so conquered prize."

He chuckled, releasing his wives gently, their faces still flushed—one bowing her head further like a demure maiden, the other folding her arms tighter like a restrained warrior—as he stepped closer, eyes locked on mine.

"Then let’s talk terms, wife-to-be."