Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World Chapter 414- Mira’s Surrender

Mira blinked at the question, her golden eyes confused. "I... what? No, I’m not a cultivator at all. I’m just... I’m just a commoner."

She stood from her chair, wringing her hands nervously, her tail swishing with agitation.

"I don’t understand why you’re asking this. I’m weak. I have no talent. My ex-husband left because I couldn’t even reach Bronze Realm after years of trying. I’m nobody special—just a mother trying to raise her son and keep food on the table and—"

She was rambling now, backing away slightly, her words tumbling out in a nervous stream.

"—and I appreciate you being kind to Kael, I really do, but I don’t see what any of this has to do with cultivation or why your wives took my son or why we’re alone and—"

Behind her, she heard the scrape of wood on wood.

Tianlong had stood from his chair.

Mira’s words faltered as she sensed him moving. The small house suddenly felt even smaller, his presence filling every inch of space.

She continued talking, not turning around, trying to fill the silence with noise.

"—I an, people like you don’t just visit people like . You’re clearly powerful and important and I’m just—"

"Mira."

His voice ca from directly behind her now. Close. Too close.

She froze mid-word, her breath catching.

"You talk too much when you’re nervous," Tianlong said, his tone amused, carrying a dark edge that made her stomach flip.

Then he leaned in, his lips near her ear, and spoke in a low, rumbling voice that seed to vibrate through her entire body:

"But I prefer won who use their mouths for other things."

Mira’s eyes went wide. Heat rushed to her face instantly.

"W-what did you—"

She spun around, intending to face him, to demand what he ant by that.

But she hadn’t realized how close he was.

The mont she turned, her cheek pressed against sothing hot. Hard. Thick.

PRESS.

Her golden eyes went impossibly wide as her brain registered what her face was touching.

His cock.

Bare. Fully erect. Nine inches of thick, veined shaft pressing against her cheek.

’When did he—how is he—’

She hadn’t heard him undress. Hadn’t heard any movent. But sohow his robes were gone and his massive cock was right there against her face, radiating heat like a brand.

"Ahh!" She gasped, jerking backward.

Her feet tangled. Her balance failed.

She fell backward—

THUMP!

—landing on the small wooden table behind her. Her back hit the surface, her legs splaying instinctively to catch herself. The table creaked ominously under her sudden weight but held.

And now she was on display.

Mira’s breath ca in short gasps as she realized the position she’d landed in. Sprawled on her back on the table, legs spread, her worn brown dress riding up her thick thighs.

Tianlong stood before her, completely naked now, his muscular body on full display like so carved deity. His crimson-gold eyes tracked over her form with predatory appreciation.

And from his perspective, she looked like a feast.

Her body was that of a mature woman who’d borne a child—thick in all the right places. Her thighs were substantial, pressing together slightly even in her spread position. Her hips were wide, made for childbearing. Her stomach had a soft roundness to it, not flat like a young girl’s, but womanly.

And her breasts.

The worn fabric of her dress was stretched tight across her chest, straining against the weight of her large, heavy breasts. They were clearly MILF tits—full, soft, with a natural sag that only enhanced their appeal. And through the thin, worn fabric, her nipples were visible—dark, already hardening from fear or arousal or both, poking through like little peaks.

But what really caught Tianlong’s attention was between her legs.

The dress had ridden up enough that the outline of her pussy was visible through the fabric—puffy, swollen lips creating a clear cal toe. And there, right at the center, a darker patch of dampness was already forming.

She was getting wet.

Despite her protests. Despite her fear. Her body was responding.

’She looks like a whore displaying herself,’ Tianlong thought, his cock twitching with interest. ’Thick MILF body, hard nipples, wet pussy—all the samples of her womanhood on offer.’

"W-what are you doing?!" Mira finally found her voice, propping herself up on her elbows. Her tail thrashed behind her on the table. "You can’t just—this isn’t—"

Tianlong stepped forward, closing the distance.

His hand shot out and gripped the front of her dress—right at the cleavage.

"Wait!"

He yanked.

RIP!

The worn fabric tore easily, splitting down the middle. Her blouse flew open, buttons scattering across the floor.

And her breasts spilled free.

BOUNCE!

They jiggled with the sudden release, heavy and soft, settling with a natural sway. Large, dark nipples crowned each breast, already stiff and pointing upward. They were exactly as he’d expected—MILF tits, saggy but in the most appealing way, the kind that would feel incredible wrapped around his cock.

"AHHH!" Mira cried out, her hands flying to cover herself instinctively. "No! Don’t look! I’m not—I’m not attractive anymore! After having Kael, my body isn’t—"

But she couldn’t cover them completely. Her breasts were too large, spilling between her fingers.

And then she made the mistake of looking at him.

Really looking.

Tianlong stood there, fully naked, his body illuminated by the soft light from the window. His physique was perfect—carved muscle, broad shoulders, narrow waist, powerful thighs. Not bulky, but defined. Like a warrior god made flesh.

His face was impossibly handso—sharp jawline, those srizing crimson-gold eyes, an expression of dark amusent mixed with raw desire.

And his cock.

That monster between his legs, jutting out proudly, thick veins running along the shaft, the head swollen and dark.

Mira felt sothing clench deep in her core.

’He’s... he’s beautiful,’ she thought, unable to look away. ’Like sothing from a painting. How can anyone look like that?’

Her mouth went dry. Her heart hamred in her chest.

"This is... you can’t..." she stamred, her words breaking. "Others will... people will co and... you shouldn’t... my son will... this isn’t right and..."

Tianlong leaned forward, placing one hand on the table beside her hip, caging her in.

His other hand moved to her breast—the one her hands couldn’t fully cover.

He groped it.

SQUEEZE.

His large palm engulfed the soft flesh, fingers sinking deep, feeling the weight, the heat.

"Ahhn!" Mira gasped, her back arching involuntarily.

"Don’t you want to fill the void?" Tianlong asked, his voice low and hypnotic. "The emptiness your husband left when he abandoned you?"

"I... I don’t..." Mira’s words died in her throat.

Because sothing changed.

The air itself shifted.

Tianlong released his pheromones.

Dense. Overwhelming. Masculine energy that flooded the small room like an invisible fog.

Mira’s eyes widened as it hit her. Her entire body went rigid, then began trembling.

’What... what is this...?’

Her nipples—already hard—beca diamond-cutter stiff, aching with sudden sensitivity. Between her legs, her pussy clenched, a rush of wetness flooding her core.

The damp spot on her dress spread rapidly, darkening the fabric. Within seconds, it was soaked, clinging to her swollen lips, making the outline even more obscene.

Her nipples leaked—actual droplets of clear fluid beading at the tips, evidence of how aroused her body had beco.

"Hahh... hahh..."