Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World Chapter 448- All the women making their minds to be his Slut

Vyrena sat on Akane’s chest for another mont, then climbed off. Stood. Looked at the state of her own hands—milk, the overflow, her own arousal. Looked at the ceiling. Made no comnt.

Seris materialized a cold formation-cloth from nowhere and pressed it against Akane’s forehead with clinical precision, her ice-blue eyes having returned to composed professional. Her other hand, still slick, she tucked behind her back.

Yu Xiang’s hand at the base of his cock stroked slowly—once, twice—drawing out the last of it, milking the final throb while his cock began its gradual descent from full erection. Her violet eyes watching this with the focused attention she gave everything.

He fell back.

The bodies caught him—multiple pairs of hands, a cushioning of warmth and softness—and his head landed on—

’Enormous softness. Copper-warm. The sll of her skin.’

Kaira’s breast.

His cheek sank into it. Her arm ca around him imdiately, reflexive, the chain from her collar swaying against his chest with a soft tallic sound. She oriented her face toward the top of his head and went still.

His hands moved outward.

Right hand landed on Helvora—who was kneeling beside him, her grey eyes carrying that expression she’d never planned for tonight—and his fingers closed around her breast. ’Held.’ The full, dense weight of it in his palm. She went absolutely still, her breath suspended.

"’Hmph,’" she said.

She didn’t move away.

Left hand found Yuna—still kneeling at his other side, red hair loose, silver eyes aid at the ceiling as a personal policy—and closed similarly. Her breast fit differently in his hand, her body’s particular architecture familiar in its own way.

"’Oh for—’" she started.

"’Quiet,’" he said.

She went quiet. Then, very quietly, made a small sound she imdiately suppressed. Her hand ca down over his and held it there.

Yu Xiang climbed onto his chest.

Her small body draped forward, her chin on his sternum, her violet eyes looking up at his face from below. Her expression had shed everything strategic—she just looked at him. Watching him breathe.

His chest rose and fell.

She rose and fell with it.

At the foot of the bed—Vyrena. Having processed her feelings about tonight by channeling them into action, she’d arrived at his cock with her amber eyes focused and determined. Her tongue, thodical, cleaning him—slow, thorough strokes up the underside, across the head, down the other side. Not arousing. ’Devoted.’ Like sothing she was giving rather than taking.

Beside her—Thessa. Large and gentle and sohow still startled to be here, her white rabbit ears folded flat against the mattress, her careful mouth at his balls—soft, attentive, thorough in the way she did everything. Her large hands pressed flat on his thighs, keeping them still.

The sound of it, barely audible—wet and gentle—ran under the sound of everyone’s breathing.

Akane breathed beside him. Deep, long intervals, each one slower than the last. Her milk-damp breasts rose and fell. One of her tails moved weakly, once, and settled against his ankle.

Mamoon sat at the very edge of the bed, one hand on her small belly, golden eyes soft and gone sowhere else. She was not touching him. She was not ’not’ touching him. She occupied that exact uncertain radius.

Sabrina had gotten off the floor. She was sitting against the wall, knees up, arms over them. Her wrecked voice and her golden eyes and her pride were all present. She watched the bed. She didn’t look away.

The amber formation lights in the hall dimd by approximately fifteen percent.

"I guess," Tianlong said, to the stone ceiling, "’I’ll just take a nap.’"

The room let that sit for a mont.

Kaira’s chest rose and fell beneath his cheek. Her chain clinked once and settled.

Yu Xiang adjusted her chin on his sternum.

"’Good night,’" Akane said. Her voice was barely there—warm, distant, already half-gone into sleep. "’Dear husband.’"

The words moved through the room like light through water.

"’...Good night.’" Yuna’s voice, quiet. Her hand still over his on her breast.

"’Good night, husband.’" Seris. Controlled. Almost steady.

"’Nn.’" From Vyrena, her mouth currently occupied, the sound vibrating faintly against his shaft.

Thessa simply pressed her cheek against his thigh and made no sound and closed her eyes.

Mamoon’s mouth opened.

Closed.

Opened again.

"’Good night,’" she said very quietly to no one in particular, her hand on her belly. To understand why she was actually here, but already knowing how powerful he was, accepting his polygamy, and seeing how awkward things were with other won, she followed along.

Helvora said nothing.

Her grip on his hand—which had never released from the mont his fingers closed on her—tightened once. Brief. Firm.

Then held.

’Damn it... am I really...’ To her, it felt humiliating, yet even in that humiliation, she knew that one portion of her body would crave him if he were not present here.

That counted.

The licking continued at the foot of the bed—two mouths, unhurried, devoted—providing sensation the way certain presences provide warmth. Not building toward anything. Just there. Just because he was there and they were here and this was the language available to them.

A palace built for power had beco sothing it didn’t have a na for.

Maranor dimd.

The formation lights dropped another incrent, then another, settling into the amber warmth of sothing that was no longer a hall and not quite a bedroom either. The air stayed warm. The sll of bodies and milk and spent arousal and nine different won’s particular perfu hung in it like weather.

Tianlong’s breathing slowed.

Deepened.

Yu Xiang felt it happen beneath her—the shift in his chest’s rhythm, the minute change in muscle tension—and her violet eyes drifted closed.

Around the altar that wasn’t an altar, in the hall that wasn’t a hall, his wives arranged themselves in the architecture of rest—so sleeping, so watching, so simply ’there’—and settled into the particular quiet of won who have finally arrived at the center of sothing and are choosing, for now, to stay.

Tianlong slept.