Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World
Chapter 304 - Xiang as a Marketing Agent
CHAPTER 304: CHAPTER 304 - XIANG AS A MARKETING AGENT
The golem-woman’s stone skin had taken on a reddish hue, cracks appearing along her surface as internal heat built. Her jaw was clenched tight, trying to suppress the sounds threatening to escape her throat.
The scaled professor’s tongue flicked out repeatedly, tasting the air heavy with pheromones. Her tail coiled and uncoiled behind her, the nervous movement betraying her arousal even as she tried to maintain composure.
But it was the three-eyed elf that made him pause.
Upon closer inspection, she didn’t just have three eyes. She had three breasts.
The third one sat perfectly centered between the other two, smaller but perfectly formed. All three nipples were visibly erect through her robes, pressing against the fabric in obvious points.
"They are treasure," he murmured, letting his gaze roam over the assembled women.
Each species represented something he hadn’t expected to see in this realm. The wood-being’s bark had split slightly, revealing softer flesh underneath that pulsed with a greenish glow.
The mana-professor’s translucent form had gained more definition—curves becoming more pronounced as if her arousal was making her more real.
There was even a serpent-woman he hadn’t noticed before—her lower body transitioning from humanoid hips to a long scaled tail.
Her forked tongue kept darting out, and he could see the way her eyes tracked his every movement with predatory hunger.
A fascinating collection of species, each with their own unique... attributes.
But as he studied them, calculating how long it would take to seduce each one individually, to break down their defenses and claim them properly, he felt a wave of impatience.
Too much time. Too much effort.
He wasn’t interested in the classical approach—the slow seduction, the careful manipulation, the gradual corruption of their minds and bodies.
These women weren’t worth that level of investment when time was running short.
Maybe he had become corrupt, but to be honest, until now everything had just been too much of a mess.
He was getting dragged into lust deeper than ever, but he also knew that, like post-masturbation clarity, once his eyes opened, everything would turn saintly.
However, given his stamina and this body, he needed to indulge until he became a saint. Rather than wasting time on these women one by one, it was better to show them the perks and fuck them until he was sure they were loyal.
Also, this was about something else entirely. About demonstrating absolute power to a main character he’d found in this world with minimal plot armor.
About watching despair bloom in their eyes as they realized how completely helpless they were.
He had wanted to feel like a proper villain for once before actually entering the upper realm as one.
And they had given him the perfect opportunity.
Tianlong turned back to Sylvea’s unconscious form, her naked body still draped across the table. Cum continued leaking from her gaping pussy, pooling beneath her pale thighs.
Gently, almost tenderly, he lifted her into his arms. Her head lolled against his shoulder, green hair cascading down his arm like silk.
He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, then rubbed his cheek against hers—the gesture startlingly intimate after the brutal fucking he’d just given her.
He felt a mixture of satisfaction and guilt.
"I’m sorry for using you as a demonstration," he whispered against her skin, voice genuinely apologetic. "But what else could I do?"
He tilted her face up and pressed a gentle peck to her lips. Her eyes fluttered at the contact, barely managing to open—glazed and unfocused from pain and exhaustion.
"You’re the first wife I want to show off to the world, my dear Sylvea."
Another soft kiss, this one lingering longer. When he pulled back, her eyes had closed again, consciousness slipping away once more.
The contrast was striking—this tender care after such savage use. As if he hadn’t just split her open and fucked her into unconsciousness in front of her own faculty.
But that was exactly the point. She was his now. His to cherish, his to ruin, his to display however he chose.
Cradling her naked form against his chest, Tianlong turned toward the chamber doors. But before leaving, he looked back at the kneeling women one final time.
His voice carried absolute authority when he spoke:
"I am taking over this academy."
The words hit them like physical blows, making several flinch visibly.
"From now on, there will be no council meetings. No committees. No democratic nonsense." His crimson eyes burned with cold fire. "Just my authority."
The three-eyed elf opened her mouth as if to protest, but no sound came out. Her third eye had gone completely dark, overwhelmed by his presence.
"Anyone who has a problem with this arrangement..." He let his gaze linger on each woman in turn. "Well. Let me test your pussies. I might change my mind."
With that final threat hanging in the air, Tianlong simply vanished.
One moment he was there, holding Sylvea’s limp form.
The next, empty air.
The remaining professors knelt in stunned silence, still staring at the space where Tianlong had vanished. The corpses of their male colleagues lay forgotten, the lingering scent of sex and power thick in the air.
Then—
"Oh, ladies."
The voice cut through their shock like a blade made of silk and poison.
Every head whipped toward the sound.
Xiang stood at the edge of the chamber, violet eyes glowing with predatory amusement. Her black hair cascaded down her back, the butterfly tattoo on her exposed shoulder seeming to ripple and move in the dim light.
"Let me tell you a very interesting fact I’ve learned in my days understanding men."
She moved forward with fluid grace, bare feet making no sound as she stepped onto the council table. The glittery violet and black dress she wore clung to her curves, shimmering with each movement like liquid shadow.
Walking along the table’s surface, she stepped casually over the puddle of cum that had leaked from Sylvea, her feet leaving delicate prints in the mess.
The professors couldn’t look away. Something about this woman radiated danger—a different kind than Tianlong’s overwhelming power. This was the threat of a predator who enjoyed playing with her prey.
"Do you see how a man’s cock looks?"
Her fingers moved in the air, tracing shapes with deliberate slowness. First the long shaft, then the ridge where head met base, finally the flared cockhead itself—drawing the anatomy in invisible lines for them to follow.
The women blinked, stunned by the crude directness. Most had never thought about it. Never cared. In a world where women held power and men were dismissed as weak, such considerations were beneath them.
But now, after what they’d just witnessed...
They couldn’t avert their gazes. Fear mixed with unwanted curiosity as Xiang continued her lecture.
"It’s designed like an arrow," she said, voice taking on an almost educational tone that made the vulgarity even more jarring. "See? The head enters easily—slides right in with minimal resistance."
Her fingers demonstrated the motion, pushing through her other hand in a lewd pantomime.
"But when it pulls back..."
She dragged her finger out slowly, hooking it at the end.
"The ridge catches. Scrapes. It’s specifically shaped to pull out any previous man’s cum that might be inside." Her smile was sharp, vicious. "Every animal evolved this way. A biological weapon to erase the seed of rivals. To claim the female’s womb completely."
The golem-woman’s stone face cracked further, heat radiating from the fissures. The scaled professor’s tail lashed violently behind her, tongue flicking out in rapid succession.
"But you see, my mas—"
Xiang caught herself, laughing—a sound like breaking glass. "Oh, excuse me. I meant my honey."
Several professors coughed, the correction somehow making it worse. The intimacy implied by that word...
"My honey has something even better." She leaned forward, violet eyes gleaming with manic delight. "His cock is adjustable."
Silence.
"That’s right. Whatever size you need, whatever shape your pussy requires—he molds himself to fit perfectly." Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper that somehow carried through the entire chamber. "He doesn’t just remove the cum of other scum. No, no..."
She straightened, arms spreading wide.
"He reshapes your insides. Your walls, your cervix, every sensitive spot—he modifies them to respond only to his shape. His size. His rhythm." Her smile turned absolutely feral. "By the time he’s done, you won’t remember what any other cock felt like. You won’t be able to cum from anything except him."
The three-eyed elf made a strangled sound, all three of her breasts heaving with rapid breaths. Her third eye had gone completely bloodshot.
"So I hope—" Xiang’s tone shifted, becoming almost cheerful. "—all of you ladies consider his offer seriously. Offer your pussies to him willingly, submit properly, and he might be gentle."
She paused, letting the words sink in.
Then her expression darkened.
"Or else..."
Her voice dropped to something cold and merciless.
"He might just go for your asses instead."
The effect was immediate and devastating.
The wood-being’s hand flew back instinctively, covering her rear even though layers of bark protected it. The mana-professor’s translucent form flickered violently, condensing around her lower body as if trying to shield it.
The serpent-woman’s tail coiled tight, the scaled length wrapping protectively around her humanoid waist. Her forked tongue trembled as she tasted the fear in the air.
But it was the golem-woman who reacted most visibly.
Her massive frame shuddered, cracks spreading across her stone skin as she imagined that thick cock forcing into her ass—splitting her apart, carving through stone and mineral with brutal inevitability.
"Just imagine it," Xiang continued, her voice a poisonous purr. "That thick shaft—nine inches or more if he wants—stretching your tight little asshole. No preparation, no mercy. Just brutal invasion until you’re screaming and your ass is gaping around him."
Several professors whimpered audibly now, unable to maintain composure.
Their hands moved unconsciously—some touching their own asses through their robes, others pressing their thighs together as unwanted arousal mixed with terror.
The scaled professor’s pupils had dilated to slits, tail thrashing as she panted. "You... you can’t..."
"Oh, I forgot to add." Xiang’s smile was radiant with cruelty. "I’ve never seen him be such an evil man, disrespectful to women..."
She let the word hang, a smirk forming as she observed this new side of him rather than the gentle husband he’d been exclusively.
"So from what I see, he’s invested in this small academy and is going all out for all of your strange, inhumane bodies. Fufu~ He kind of looks hot being a scum, doesn’t he?"
Then, without warning, her form exploded.
FWOOOSH—
Black butterflies erupted from where she’d been standing—hundreds of them—before they left the place in a way that brought every woman within to come out of their unified shock.
And in the hall room, resonated a simple sentence.
"O-our... asses?"