Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World

Her eyes bulged. Her enormous tits heaved against his thighs, the pink nipples grinding against his skin. Her hands gripped his hips, her nails digging in. Saliva poured from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin, dripping onto her enormous tits.

He fucked her throat. His hips moved — slow, deliberate, each thrust driving his cock deeper. Her throat convulsed around him — the muscles milking, squeezing, the involuntary pulses of a woman being choked on cock.

"GLLKK~! GLLKK~! GLLKK~!"

Her eyes rolled back. Her face went red, then purple. Her enormous tits swung with each thrust, the heavy mounds deforming against his thighs. Her bare pussy gushed — the arousal running down her legs in rivers.

He pulled out.

His cock emerged from her throat with a wet, obscene sound. Yaochi gasped — her chest heaving, her enormous tits rising and falling, her pink nipples raw and stiff. Saliva and cum dripped from her chin, running down her chest, pooling in her cleavage. Her eyes were watering. Her throat was raw. Her lips were swollen.

"Good," Tianlong said.

He looked at the crowd. At the hundred naked women. At their trembling bodies and their wet pussies and their hard nipples and their wide eyes.

"I want good," he said. "While I am here. If you arouse me, I will fuck you. If you don’t —" He looked at the six disciples in lotus position, their cultivation bases blazing. "You stay weak. And in this world, weak women become slaves."

He turned.

His feet left the ground. Golden qi erupted around his body — a blazing aura that lifted him into the air. His cock — still hard, still enormous, cleaned by Yaochi’s throat — swung between his thighs as he rose. A robe materialized around his body — dark silk, forming from condensed qi, covering his frame, concealing his cock and his muscles and his divine presence.

He flew. Upward. Toward the inner sect. Toward the male disciples’ zone.

His voice carried down from the sky, reaching every naked woman on the training ground.

"This is it for today. The ancestor is not aroused enough to choose any more of you."

The words hit like a physical blow. Not aroused enough. Not aroused enough by their bodies. Not aroused enough by their tits and their pussies and their hairy armpits. Not aroused enough to fuck them. Not aroused enough to give them power.

The degradation was deliberate. Calculated. A god’s casual dismissal of a hundred women’s bodies.

"Is this what kind of women you are?" His voice echoed from the mountains. "Look at yourselves. Look at your bodies. Your hairy cunts. Your hairy armpits. Your soft tits and your wet thighs. You have spent your lives cultivating — meditating, refining qi, sitting in silence. And what has it gotten you? Qi Refining. Foundation Establishment, if you’re lucky."

He paused. The silence was deafening.

"The women I fucked today — they are already stronger than you. In one hour. One fuck. One load of divine cum. They surpassed years of your orthodox cultivation. Because they offered their bodies. Because they seduced me. Because they aroused me."

His voice hardened.

"If you want the ancestor’s blessing, you will learn to seduce. You will learn to arouse. You will make your bodies into weapons — into offerings — into invitations. When the ancestor returns, you will be ready. Or you will remain weak."

The golden aura faded. The dark silk robe disappeared into the sky. The ancestor was gone — flown toward the male disciples’ zone, where the young men trained beside the spirit pond, unaware of what was happening below.

The training ground was silent.

A hundred naked women stood on the stone. Their bodies bare. Their pussies dripping. Their nipples hard. Their minds reeling.

Elder Fanxue stood. Her heavy tits heaved, her dark nipples stiff, her thick-furred pussy still wet from her own fingers. She looked at the crowd. At the hundred trembling, confused, aroused women.

"You heard the ancestor," she said. Her voice was hoarse. "He is not aroused by what he saw today. That means your bodies — as they are — are not enough. You must change. You must prepare. You must learn to seduce."

"How?" Chen Yu asked. Her slim, almost boyish body was trembling, her small puffy tits bare, her sparse-furred pussy dripping. "We’ve never — we were cultivators. We meditated. We trained. We never learned to — to seduce —"

"Then learn," Qingshu said. Her lean, muscular body was tense, her small firm tits pointing, her thick-furred pussy wet. "The ancestor likes variety. He fucked a blonde with sparse hair. He fucked a petite girl with large tits. He fucked a chubby woman with enormous breasts and a dense forest. He fucked a slim girl with small pointed tits. He fucked a muscular woman with heavy breasts. He fucked a thick-titted girl with a petite body."

"Six women," Mingyu said. Her enormous, hanging tits swayed as she spoke, the wide dark nipples hard. "Six different bodies. Six different types. The ancestor does not have one preference. He has many. The key is not to match his preference — it is to make your body irresistible. To present yourself. To offer yourself."

"The ancestor said to seduce him," Yaochi said. Her enormous tits were still heaving, her chin still wet with saliva and cum. Her pink nipples were raw from the throat-fucking. "That means he wants you to come to him. To make him want you. Not to wait to be chosen — to choose him. To show him your body. To make his cock hard. To make him want to fuck you."

Su Ling stepped forward. The sect master — naked, hairy, powerful — stood before her sect. Her heavy tits bare, her dark nipples stiff, her thick-bushed pussy visible. Her amber eyes were calm.

"You have until tomorrow," she said. "The ancestor will return. When he does, you will be ready. Your bodies will be prepared. Your pussies will be offered. Your tits will be presented. You will seduce the ancestor, or you will remain weak."

She paused. Looked at the six disciples in lotus position. Their cultivation bases were blazing — Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, their golden cores solidifying. Their power was undeniable. Their transformation was real.

"Look at them," Su Ling said. "Six women. One hour. They went from Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment and Core Formation. They are already stronger than most of you. By tomorrow, they will be stronger still. The divine qi in their bodies is still cycling, still condensing. Every breath makes them stronger."

She looked back at the crowd.

"Do you want that power? Or do you want to remain Qi Refining cultivators who will be raped and enslaved by the next orthodox army that marches on this mountain?"

The answer was immediate. A hundred voices — trembling, scared, determined — answered.

"I want it."

"I want the ancestor’s blessing."

"I’ll seduce him."

"I’ll make him want me."

"I’ll do whatever it takes."

The naked women broke formation. They ran. A hundred bare bodies — tits swinging, pussies dripping, asses bare — ran across the training ground toward the dormitories. Their bare feet slapped the stone. Their hairy armpits and hairy pussies and stiff nipples were visible as they ran.

They ran to prepare. To shave, or not to shave. To oil their skin. To wash their pussies. To practice presenting themselves. To find the most arousing poses. To figure out how to make their bodies — their tits, their asses, their cunts — irresistible to a god.

Internal decisions were made in every woman’s mind.

’I’ll wash my pussy. Shave the lips. Leave the mound hairy — he seemed to like the dense forest on Zhou Ping. I’ll oil my tits. Make the nipples hard. I’ll bend over when he arrives. Spread my legs. Show him my cunt. Let him see everything.’

’I’m too thin. Too boyish. My tits are barely there. But — but the ancestor fucked Lin Xue, and she was petite. He fucked Jia Ying, and she had small pink tits. Maybe — maybe if I present my pussy. If I spread my legs wide. If I show him how tight and virgin I am. Maybe he’ll want me.’

’I’m thick. Not chubby like Zhou Ping, but thick. My tits are large, my hips are wide, my pussy is hairy and full. He likes thick. He likes soft. He likes hair. I’ll keep everything natural. I’ll oil my skin. I’ll present myself on my hands and knees, my ass raised, my pussy visible. Like a bitch in heat.’

’I need to be ready. I need to seduce the ancestor. I need his cock inside me. I need his cum. I need his qi. I need to become strong.’

’I’ll do whatever it takes.’

The dormitories filled with naked women. Water splashed. Razors scraped. Oil was poured. Mirrors were consulted. Bodies were examined — tits squeezed, pussies spread, asses presented. The women of the Plum Blossom Sect prepared to seduce a god.

And on the inner sect training ground, the male disciples — Chen Wei, Luo Han, Tang Yu, and dozens of others — trained beside the spirit pond, their bodies glowing with absorbed qi, their minds filled with visions of ancestor’s favor.

They had no idea what was coming.