Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World Chapter 316 - Upcoming Disaster

Tianlong’s laugh was a low, chilling sound that cut through the tense air like a blade.

Without another word, his hand shot out, fingers wrapping firmly around Yuna’s wrist.

He gave a sharp tug, pulling her off-balance and dragging her from the doorway with a strength that was both startling and absolute.

"Wha— Mmmh! Professor!" she yelped, stumbling on her heels to keep up as he strode down the corridor, leaving the two stunned professors behind.

Yuna glanced back, her wide crimson eyes clouded with confusion at the sight of a terrified Professor Ophidia and a quietly fuming Yu Xiang.

’He’s safe now, isn’t he? Why is he running? Why is he dragging ?’

His grip was like a manacle, his large hand completely encircling her slender arm.

A strange, invasive warmth spread from his touch, making her skin tingle underneath the sleek, black spandex of her full-body suit.

The form-fitting material, accented by white patterns along the edges, did nothing to stop the sensation that made the fine crimson fur on her arm stand on end.

She followed numbly, her mind a whirlwind of questions until he stopped abruptly in an empty stretch of the hallway.

"Professor, my hand," Yuna said, her voice small and awkward as she tried to pull away.

"Can you please... let go?"

Suddenly, he staggered, his entire body lurching forward.

Yuna reacted instinctively, her free hand coming up to brace his shoulder, her fingers digging into the thick, flowing fabric of his black emperor-style cultivation robe.

"Professor, what happened? Are you all right?"

She looked up at his face and froze.

His handso features were flushed a deep, feverish crimson, his breath coming in ragged, audible gasps.

His entire body radiated a scorching heat that seeped through his clothes and into her palm, a heat so intense it felt like touching a furnace.

Then, a scent surged from him.

It was not sweat or cologne; it was a thick, intoxicating fragrance—musky and sweet, primal and overwhelming.

It coiled into her nostrils like a living thing, bypassing her thoughts and sinking directly into the deepest, most animal parts of her.

"What... is this... mmmh... fragrance?!"

Her body flinched violently.

A jolt of pure, unadulterated heat shot straight from her brain to her core.

’Ah-!’

Her inner muscles clenched hard.

Her thighs slamd together instinctively as a slick, copious wetness blood between them.

The gush of fluid instantly soaked the thin material of her suit, the dark patch of moisture spreading rapidly across the black spandex and making her gasp, her crotch area growing visibly wet and clinging transparently to her heated skin.

Her own body temperature skyrocketed, a dark flush creeping up her neck and over her face as she stared at him, bewildered and terrified by her own reaction.

His eyes, now glossy and unfocused, locked onto hers.

They were filled with a desperate, pained look.

"It seems... she fed so kind of drug," he gasped, his voice strained.

"What?" Yuna breathed, her mind reeling.

The word was a puff of air, her lungs suddenly tight.

’Nah, just bullshit,’ Tianlong thought, the corner of his mind cold and clear as ice.

He was lying, of course, but his acting was flawless.

He leaned into her, his weight pressing her back against the cool wall.

His hands ca up, not to push her away, but to brace himself against the wall on either side of her head, trapping her in his heated cage.

"Professor... are you... mmm... all right?" Yuna asked again, her voice a weak, pathetic muffle.

Her own body was a traitor.

Her nipples had beco excruciatingly hard, pinched into tight, aching points that pressed visibly against the fabric of her suit.

With every panicked breath, her sensitive tips rubbed against the smooth spandex, the sensation agonizingly pleasurable.

Her fluffy crimson tail, which had been still, now twitched and curled, desperately trying to rub against her own hands, which had clamped around her waist in a futile attempt to hold herself together.

Tianlong watched her, a ghost of a smile on his lips as a translucent blue window shimred into existence that only he could see.

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’Success.’

He saw the lustful glaze in her crimson eyes, the sheen of sweat on her brow, and the way her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths that stretched the black spandex of her suit taut.

He could almost see her perky breasts heaving, the nipples like hard pebbles pushing sharply against the fabric, their outlines perfectly clear.

Her tail was now desperately trying to snake between her legs, seeking a friction that her conscious mind denied.

He clenched his jaw, forcing a pained expression.

"Is it... a reverse aphrodisiac?"

"W-what... nnngh?" Yuna muttered, the words barely audible.

The concept was too alien, too confusing for her fogged mind.

But her body did not care.

The proximity to him, the overwhelming scent, the waves of heat—it was all too much.

A desperate whimper tore from her throat as she pressed against him, her thighs instinctively rubbing against the hard muscle of his leg.

Her breasts, full and exquisitely tender, bounced and mashed against his unyielding chest.

The friction of her hardened nipples against his robe, even through her suit, sent a catastrophic jolt of pleasure through her.

Her inner walls clenched and pulsed with a need so intense that saliva foad at the corners of her mouth and her eyes started to roll back.

’What is happening to ? No! Stop! My body... it won’t listen!’

Her mind scread in silent panic, but her body was a slave, completely sucked into the vortex of raw, humiliating lust he had created.

Tianlong breathed in sharply, a strained sound, before his arms moved.

He scooped her up effortlessly into a princess carry.

Yuna’s eyes flew wide with shock.

The sudden pressure of her sensitive, swollen breasts tenting against the solid wall of his chest made her entire body seize.

A powerful spasm wracked her core, her pussy clenching so tightly it ached as another gush of slickness spread beneath the black fabric of her suit, the warm wetness clinging uncomfortably to her inner thighs and darkening her crotch area further.

Her arms flew up, wrapping around his neck on pure, desperate instinct.

"Let’s head to your dormitory," he said, his voice a low, firm rumble that vibrated through her, shaking her to her soul.

"Tell where it is."

She was a complete ss, a wreck of sensation.

She buried her face against his chest, inhaling his scent as she breathed heavily.

Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to lick at the fabric of his robe as a low, guttural moan escaped her.

’So hard... slls so good... more...’

"Miss Yuna, control yourself," he commanded sternly.

The sharpness in his tone was like a splash of ice water, cutting through the haze for a fraction of a second.

Her crimson eyes widened, fresh tears of sha and confusion welling up.

"Building C... ngh... room 304," she choked out, the words tasting like ash in her mouth.