Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World Chapter 37 - Showing the Way of Love

I moved closer to her on the bed, my eyes fixed on i like a predator zeroing in on his trembling prey.

The maid looked so fucking embarrassed and vulnerable—her face flushed a deep, slutty crimson that made her skin glow like she’d been freshly fucked, tears streaking down her soft cheeks in hot, salty trails, those big, innocent eyes shimring like wet glass under the dim light, wide with sha and need, her full lips trembling as she bit them hard, trying to hold back more pathetic sobs that bubbled up from her throat.

She was a goddamn ss, curled up under the thin sheet in her tight pencil skirt and button-up top, the fabric painted over her lush curves like a second skin, hugging her plump ass and those thick thighs that I knew were already slick with her leaking arousal.

Her whole body trembled violently—half from the gnawing doubt twisting her guts, half from the raw heat rising between us, her pussy probably clenching empty and desperate under that skirt, nipples poking like hard little bullets against her top.

"Don’t hide from ," I said quietly, my voice rough.

Her lashes fluttered wildly, throat bobbing as she swallowed hard, her whisper coming out broken and needy, "M-Master... don’t look at like that... I can’t..."

I reached out, thumb brushing across her plush, quivering lips, rubbing slow and insistent until her pearly teeth gave way under the pressure, parting them soft and hesitant like a virgin’s first kiss. Her warm breath hitched against my skin in shaky gasps that carried the faint, musky scent of her growing wetness.

"Mmmmh..." she whimpered low and throaty, a sound that went straight to my cock. Her eyes darted aside in pure embarrassnt, but I caught her chin in my fingers, gripping just hard enough to make her gasp.

"Look at ," I ordered, my tone sharp but steady.

She froze, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind, then slowly raised her gaze back to mine, those teary eyes locking on with a mix of fear and filthy submission.

My hand slid down deliberately, tracing the delicate curve of her neck where her pulse hamred like a drum, then lower, fingers hooking into the collar of her top, tugging it aside roughly to reveal the heaving swell of one breast, still trapped in her flimsy lace undergarnt that did fuck-all to hide how her nipple strained against it, begging for abuse.

With a swift flick, I tore the cloth apart, the rip cracking through the quiet like a whip, fabric shredding under my strength as her tit spilled free—pale, perky, and perfect, that juicy C-cup mound jiggling with the release. It was scattered with deep purple bruises and jagged red bite marks from last night’s rough fucking, my teeth prints still fresh on her silky skin, the nipple already stiff and swollen, a rosy peak throbbing visibly, aching for my mouth to ravage it again.

She gasped sharply, her hands fumbling to pull the torn fabric back up in a pathetic attempt at modesty, her voice a whimpering plea, "H-husband... it’s shaful... don’t—"

I grabbed her breast hard, squeezing the soft, yielding flesh until it bulged lewdly through my fingers, her skin paling under the brutal pressure as veins popped under the surface, the heat of her tit searing my palm.

She winced, sucking in a sharp breath that made her whole body arch, pushing that mound deeper into my grip like her slutty body craved the pain.

"Shaful?" I smirked, leaning close until our faces almost touched, my breath hot on her tear-streaked skin, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. "Then why are your nipples hard already?"

Her cheeks flad an even deeper red, tears trembling at the corners of her eyes like diamonds about to fall, her body squirming under as her pussy no doubt gushed more slick down her thighs.

She opened her mouth to answer, but I didn’t give her the chance. I parted my mouth wide, tongue sliding out slick and hungry, and sucked her nipple deep into my wet heat, swirling and tugging with ruthless suction, my teeth grazing the sensitive bud while my tongue lashed it relentlessly, tasting the faint salt of her skin mixed with the remnants of last night’s cum.

"Ahhnnnghh~!" A broken sound escaped her lips, half-whimper, half-moan, raw and desperate as her back bowed off the bed.

"I-It’s fine, husband... I understand... I’ll endure it..."

Her words only made my teeth sink into her nipple harder, pulling it taut and stretching it until the skin pulled tight, pain lancing through her as she flinched, her cry sharp and needy.

I let it go with a wet pop, the bud red and swollen, glistening with my spit and throbbing like a clit.

"But I am aroused," I growled, my voice low, dangerous, thick with the primal urge to bury my cock in her.

I shrugged my robe off with a rough yank, sliding my pants down in one brutal pull, fabric pooling at my knees.

My cock sprang free—hard, thick, veined like a coiled serpent pulsing with raw power, the swollen head leaking clear, sticky drops of pre-cum down the girthy shaft, veins bulging like ropes ready to explode, the whole thing twitching with need, heavy balls drawn tight below.

Her eyes froze on it, wide and srized, lips parted in awe, chest heaving so hard her tits bounced, a fresh flush creeping down her neck as she swallowed thickly, whispering, "It’s... too big again..."

I smirked, my cock jerking at her words. "You’ll take it. You always do."

I crawled forward on my knees, prowling over her like I owned every inch, leaving her tit slick with my spit and cooling in the air, making the nipple pucker even harder. With a growl, I yanked her top fully down to free her other breast, ripping the fabric wider, exposing both those perfect mounds, bruised and begging.

Grabbing her wrist firmly, I guided it to my shaft, the heat of her palm searing as I pressed myself between her tits, the hot, rigid length nestling in that soft, sweaty valley. Then I pushed her palms to the sides of her breasts, forcing them together around in a tight, fleshy vice that made my cock throb wildly.

"Hold them tight. Yes—just like that," I murmured, my voice rough, eyes boring into hers, watching her pupils dilate with filthy lust.

"I-I don’t know if I can..." she stamred, blushing deeper as my cock throbbed between her tits, pre-cum saring her skin, her voice shaky with embarrassnt and desire.

"You can. And you will," I said firmly, pressing my hips forward until the wet tip brushed her chin, leaving a glistening trail.

"Ahhh~ mmmhh..." she shivered, the current running down her whole body making her pussy clench visibly under her skirt.

Then—

"What the hell are you doing?" a voice rang from behind.

Yue. Her voice was sharp, filled with disbelief.

I glanced back, smirking at her wide eyes locked on my cock buried in i’s heaving cleavage, her own thighs pressing together like she was fighting her dripping cunt.

"What’s wrong, second wife? Scared? Or jealous?"

Her lips parted, face stiff with confusion, a flush creeping up her neck as she stared at the lewd sight. "This... this is perverted."

"Perverted?" I chuckled darkly. "Let show you sothing new. Let show you how my first wife is better than you."

I thrust forward, the slick head sliding deeper between i’s tits until it grazed her chin again, the friction of her soft flesh milking my shaft, pre-cum dripping down into her cleavage.

She whimpered, looking up at with glassy eyes, her body quaking.

"i," I said, voice low and commanding. "Aren’t you going to show that woman that only you can satisfy ? That no one else can?"

She trembled, breath shaky, her tits squeezing tighter around instinctively. "H-husband... I... I’ll try..."

"Not try," I cut in sharply. "Do it. Yue’s love is different... but yours—yours is the one I crave."

Her lips parted in submission. Hesitant, then obedient. Her tongue slid out, timid at first, licking the swollen head with slow, wet laps before swirling across the slit and tasting the salty pre-cum that coated her mouth like candy.

"Mmmhhh~" she moaned faintly, a slutty little hum, then opened wider, sucking in, her warm mouth trembling around my cock, lips stretching tight as she bobbed, saliva flooding out.

"Good girl," I growled, pushing her head down with one hand tangled in her hair, hips thrusting forward in deep, deliberate strokes, fucking her tits while feeding her my shaft inch by veiny inch.

Drool spilled down her chin in ssy strings, her whimpers vibrating against my cock like a vibrator as her breasts bounced around like a perfect, sloppy tunnel, skin slapping wetly, the raw friction building fire in my balls.

I turned my gaze on Yue, eyes burning with challenge. "My hands and mouth are still empty... if you want, you can let love you too."