The Rich Cultivator

The air had grown thick with quiet tension and something far more primal.

The girl on his lap, soft-skinned, fragrant, and already flushed leaned in again, this time without teasing. Her lips brushed his once more, slower, warmer, lingering just long enough for her breath to mingle with his. The two sisters on either side of him shifted closer, their hands beginning to explore with practiced ease: one tracing the line of his jaw, the other sliding beneath the edge of his robe.

Tyler’s hands settled on the slim waist of the girl straddling him. He could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric, the subtle shift of her hips as she settled more firmly against him.

The eldest sister on his right continued with a soft laugh, already working the ties of his outer robe loose, "Mm. Unless you’d rather we simply... take what we want and leave you wondering."

Tyler’s smile was calm, but his eyes had darkened. In one smooth motion he reversed their positions, laying the girl who had been on his lap back against the sheets. She gasped softly as her back met the mattress, black hair fanning out around her head. Her two sisters paused only a moment before following, climbing onto the bed with him, one on either side, already peeling away the last of their own robes.

Three identical bodies, pale and delicate, curved in all the places that made a man’s blood run hotter. Small, firm breasts tipped with soft pink. Narrow waists. Smooth thighs that parted easily under his hands. Their cultivation had refined them into something almost ethereal, yet the way they looked at him was anything but pure.

Tyler shrugged the rest of his clothing aside. The sisters’ gazes dropped, and for the first time that evening a flicker of genuine hunger crossed all three faces.

He started with the one beneath him.

A slow kiss that turned deeper, his tongue sliding past her lips as his hand cupped her breast, thumb brushing the tightening peak. She arched into the touch with a quiet, needy sound. One of her sisters leaned down and captured her mouth the moment Tyler left it, while the third guided his free hand between the first girl’s thighs. She was already slick, warm, and trembling under the lightest stroke of his fingers.

"Young Master Tyler..." the girl beneath him whispered against her sister’s lips. "Don’t hold back..."

He didn’t.

Tyler pushed into her in one steady thrust, burying himself to the hilt while her soft cry was swallowed by her sister’s kiss. Her body clenched around him, tight and hot, the Ninth Stage of Qi Refining doing nothing to hide how desperately she needed this. He set a deep, measured rhythm, hands gripping her hips, watching every flutter of her lashes and every soft moan that escaped.

The other two did not simply watch.

One straddled the girl’s face, lowering herself so her sister could taste her while Tyler railed her. The third knelt beside them, guiding Tyler’s hand to her own dripping place, grinding against his fingers with shameless little rolls of her hips. The room filled with the wet sounds of claps, soft gasps, and the occasional sharp cry when he drove particularly deep.

He switched without warning.

Pulling free of the first sister, he dragged the second down onto her back and sank into her just as thoroughly. She was every bit as tight, every bit as eager, her legs locking around his waist as he pounded into her. The first girl, still breathless and glistening, crawled over to kiss her twin deeply while the third sister pressed herself against Tyler’s back, breasts soft against his skin, one hand reaching around to stroke where their bodies joined.

They moved like they had done this together many times before passing him between them, sharing his mouth, his hands and his other thing.

At one point he had one sister riding him reverse while the other two knelt on either side, taking turns feeding him their breasts and grinding against his free hand. Another moment found him bent over the eldest, taking her from behind while the youngest licked and suckled at the place where he stretched her open, and the middle sister straddled the eldest’s face.

The sisters came one after another—tight, shaking, crying out in near-identical voices as their bodies clamped down around him .

Only when all three were limp, marked with red fingerprints and glistening with sweat and release, did he finally let go.

He finished deep inside the one who had first sat on his lap, hips shook hard as he filled her. The other two immediately pressed close, kissing him, kissing her, licking whatever spilled from between her thighs with soft, greedy little sounds.

For a long while the only noise in the room was heavy breathing and the occasional soft kiss.

Eventually the girl he had just spent himself in stirred, nuzzling against his chest.

"You... really didn’t hold back," she murmured, voice hoarse and satisfied.

Tyler stroked her damp hair, then looked at the other two who were draped across his body like living blankets.

"I believe that counts as a victory."

The eldest sister gave a breathless little laugh, still catching her breath.

"It does."

She propped herself up on one elbow, gaze turning more serious even as her fingers idly traced patterns on his stomach.

"The person Young Master Yun has been searching for..." The middle sister began to continue—

But Tyler stopped her with a quiet shake of his head.

"Let’s talk about it tomorrow..."

"Y-Young Master?"

All three girls shuddered at the sudden shift in his tone. The three sisters exchanged glances, then smiled nervously—softer this time, almost shy despite everything they had just done.

"Will Young Master Tyler... keep us for a while longer?" the one on his chest asked, tracing a fingertip down his collarbone.

Tyler’s hand slid slowly down the curve of her back, fingers tracing the soft dip of her spine before dipping lower. He cupped one firm cheek and squeezed hard enough to draw a soft gasp from her.

"We are not finished yet."

His voice dropped lower, rough with lingering hunger.

"Let’s go for a few more rounds..."

The words alone made all three girls shudder. A visible ripple of anticipation passed through them—thighs pressing together, breaths catching, eyes darkening with fresh heat as they looked at the man who still held them like he had no intention of letting them rest.

And the night, it seemed, was far from over.