Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World Chapter 432 - Mermaid Getting Undone

SNAP!

Reality folded.

The air didn’t tear this ti—it compressed, collapsing inward like a reverse explosion. Golden light flared once, briefly, and then—

Tianlong and the rmaid vanished.

One mont they were there, him holding her, her looking up at him with that mixture of confusion and reluctant fascination.

The next, the space they’d occupied was simply empty.

The remaining won—Akane, Yu Xiang, Sabrina, Yuna, Sylvea—stood in sudden silence.

Akane’s nine tails swayed once. Her golden fox eyes tracked the space where Tianlong had been, a knowing smile playing at her lips.

Yu Xiang sighed—a delicate sound, almost wistful. She shook her head slowly, butterfly aura rippling around her shoulders like living shadows.

Sabrina’s jaw tightened. Her arms remained crossed, but her tail lashed once behind her—sharp, agitated motion.

Yuna blinked her silver cat eyes, ears swiveling forward then back. "Did he just...?"

"Yes," Yu Xiang confird, her voice carrying that particular blend of exasperation and affection reserved for watching soone you love do sothing predictable and ridiculous simultaneously.

Sylvea stood still, her erald eyes unreadable. Her hands were clasped in front of her, pale green fingers interlaced. She looked like soone watching a natural disaster unfold—not surprised, exactly, but resigned to its inevitable course.

They all stood there for another mont, the wet marble floor reflecting chandelier light, the shattered remains of the glass tank scattered around the edges of the room.

Then Akane shook her head, her expression settling into sothing between amusent and maternal exasperation.

"Like a child," she murmured, her voice carrying clear affection despite the words. "A child who just received a new toy and couldn’t wait even five minutes to play with it."

Yu Xiang’s lips curved. "At least he’s consistent."

Sabrina made a disgusted sound in the back of her throat. "Consistent? He’s—"

Before she could finish the thought, space compressed again.

Not the full tear from before. Just a... puncture. A small hole appearing mid-air about seven feet off the ground, maybe three feet in diater.

And through it erged—

Tianlong’s head.

Just his head. Shoulders visible, but the rest of him clearly still on the other side of whatever dinsional barrier he’d crossed.

His crimson-gold hair was already slightly disheveled. His golden eyes glead with predatory satisfaction.

"By the way," he said, looking directly at his assembled wives, "I want you to head towards the rchant queen." He gestured vaguely with his chin—presumably toward wherever Mirala had retreated to. "You already know what you have to do with her."

Five pairs of eyes t his. Understanding passed without words.

Akane’s smile widened, showing just a hint of teeth. "Of course, Master."

Yu Xiang’s violet gaze sharpened with interest. "How thorough should we be?"

"Use your judgnt." Tianlong’s tone was dismissive—the kind of dismissal that ca from absolute trust. "I’ll leave the details to you."

He started to withdraw, the portal beginning to shrink.

Then Sabrina’s voice cut through the air like a blade.

"Fuck this."

All eyes turned to her.

The tigerkin stood with her arms crossed, golden eyes blazing with sothing between fury and determination. Her ears were flat against her skull, her tail rigid behind her.

"I’m out of here," she continued, her voice hard. "Once I get the tiger clan’s approval, I’m not coming with you."

Silence.

Tianlong’s head, still protruding from the shrinking portal, turned slightly. His golden eyes fixed on Sabrina’s face.

His expression didn’t change. No anger. No disappointnt.

Just... certainty.

"You know, right?" His voice was conversational. Almost friendly. "I will take your anal first before your pussy for all the work I am doing for you."

The statent hung in the air like a pronouncent from the heavens.

Sabrina’s entire body went rigid.

Her golden eyes widened fractionally, heat flooding her face in a visible wave—copper skin darkening across her cheeks, down her neck, disappearing beneath her collar.

"You—" Her voice cracked slightly. She visibly fought to regain control. "You arrogant, trashy, absolutely—"

But she was glaring at empty air.

Tianlong had vanished completely, the portal sealing behind him with a soft whisper of displaced space.

The temperature in the room seed to drop several degrees.

Sabrina stood there, fists clenched so tight her claws were drawing blood from her palms, her entire body trembling with barely-suppressed rage.

Or sothing else. Sothing she absolutely refused to na.

Behind her, Akane moved.

The nine-tailed fox walked forward with unhurried grace, her massive breasts swaying with each step, her thick hips rolling in that hypnotic way that commanded attention without effort.

She stopped beside Sabrina, one hand reaching out to pat the tigerkin’s shoulder—a gesture that managed to be both comforting and patronizing simultaneously.

"Co now," Akane said, her voice warm honey over steel. "Don’t let him get under your skin."

"He’s not—I’m not—" Sabrina sputtered, her carefully maintained composure shattering. "I just—fuck!"

Akane smiled, maternal and knowing. "Mm-hmm."

She turned away from Sabrina, her nine tails swishing in perfect synchronization, and began walking toward the office door—the one that presumably led deeper into Mirala’s private quarters.

Her thick hips swayed with each step, the crimson fabric of her dress clinging to curves that defied mortal geotry. Her bare feet made soft sounds against the wet marble.

She didn’t look back.

"Let’s go, ladies," she called over her shoulder. "We need to fix another one to spread her legs."

Yu Xiang moved imdiately, falling into step beside Akane. Her tight black dress shifted with her movents, painted-on fabric leaving absolutely nothing to imagination. Her butterfly aura flickered around her shoulders like living shadow.

Yuna followed, her latex suit creaking softly, her red hair bouncing with each step. Her cat ears had perked up fully now—alert, interested.

Sylvea drifted after them, her erald eyes distant, her pale green skin seeming to glow faintly in the chandelier light.

All of them Vanished.

"Huh", Mirala just blinked as, within a few monts, her whole guestroom was emptied.

"Did only won tell to arrange another woman for their man? What in the world— w-wait... where did he took thay rmaid!?"

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The Pleasure Palace materialized around them in a cascade of golden light.

One mont, Tianlong held the rmaid in the auction house, surrounded by his wives and the shattered remains of her glass prison. The next, reality folded—compressed—and deposited them in a chamber that existed outside normal space.

The room was vast. A king-sized bed dominated the center, draped in crimson silk that pooled on black marble floors. The walls were impossible to define—they seed to shift between solid obsidian and transparent windows overlooking an endless star field. Ambient light emanated from nowhere and everywhere, soft and warm.

Tianlong stepped forward, still carrying the rmaid. His bare feet made no sound against the marble.

She clung to him instinctively, her wet arms wrapped around his neck, her tail hanging over his forearm. Water dripped from her scales, leaving a trail behind them that evaporated almost instantly in the warm air.

Her deep blue eyes were wide, darting around the impossible space.

"Where...?" Her voice was barely a whisper. "What is this place?"

"Sowhere private." Tianlong’s tone was casual, conversational. He reached the bed and lowered her onto it with surprising gentleness.

The crimson silk accepted her weight, conforming to the unique shape of her body—torso sinking slightly, tail stretching out its full six-foot length.

She lay there, propped on her elbows, staring up at him with that mixture of confusion, fear, and sothing else she couldn’t quite na.

Tianlong stood at the edge of the bed, golden eyes traveling slowly down her body.