CHAPTER 310: SIMULTANEOUS PLEASURE 3 (R-18)

The chamber had become a crucible of pure, blazing desire. Lucas’s tongue drove deeper into Nyx’s pussy folds, fingers curling hard inside Selene and Henrietta, hips snapping upward to meet every downward slam of Lira’s slender body.

Four perfect rhythms converged into one perfect storm. He felt it building in them all at once: the sudden clench of Lira’s pussy around his cock, the frantic flutter of Nyx’s walls against his tongue, the violent spasms of Selene and Henrietta around his thrusting fingers. Their moans rose together, braided into a single, desperate crescendo.

He pushed them over the edge together. "Now," he growled against Nyx’s clit, the single word vibrating through her core.

They shattered.Lira came first, a sharp, high cry tearing from her throat as her pussy clamped down and squirted in forceful jets, soaking his cock and thighs. Nyx followed a heartbeat later, back arching like a bow, her juices flooding his mouth in a hot, endless torrent as she screamed his name.

Selene and Henrietta convulsed on his hands, their voluptuous bodies shaking, both squirting hard, drenching his forearms and the silk beneath them in glistening arcs.

Lucas drank greedily, tongue lashing, lips sucking, throat working in deep swallows. Four distinct floods of Yin energy crashed into his meridians at once.

Nyx’s royal potency, Lira’s crystalline purity, Selene’s untamed wildfire, Henrietta’s refined golden clarity. The surge was blinding, a white-hot torrent that filled his dantian to bursting, meridians blazing like rivers of liquid sunlight.

They collapsed forward in a trembling, moaning heap, but none stayed down for long. Hunger still burned in their eyes. One by one they crawled to him, faces flushed, bodies glistening with their own release.

Nyx reached him first, took his cock deep into her royal mouth. Lucas threaded fingers through her hair and thrust once, twice, then spilled the first thick rope of cum straight down her throat. She swallowed greedily, moaning as the concentrated Yang energy exploded across her tongue and surged into her core, her cultivation leaping forward with an audible crackle of power.

Lira was next, perky breasts brushing his skin as she sealed her lips around him. Lucas held her head gently and released again, flooding her throat. She gulped it down with a desperate whimper, eyes rolling back as the Yang rushed through her meridians like molten gold. Selene followed, voluptuous and shameless, big breasts pressing against his hips as she sucked him deep. Another pulse, another thick load poured into her waiting throat.

She swallowed with a throaty moan, body shuddering as her cultivation surged, breasts seeming to swell slightly with the sudden influx of power.

Henrietta came last, she took him reverently, lips stretching wide, and Lucas gave her everything that remained: long, heavy ropes that filled her mouth and slid down her throat. She swallowed every drop, tears of overwhelming pleasure gathering at the corners of her eyes as the Yang energy ignited her core, pushing her cultivation higher than it had ever reached before. Four women, four throats claimed, four cultivations soaring.

They collapsed around him in a tangle of limbs and breathless laughter, lips still glistening with his cum, bodies glowing with newfound power, hearts bound tighter than ever to the man who had just satisfied them all at once and given them everything they had ever craved.

After a while, Lucas guided the four women toward the center of the chamber.

"Sit," Lucas said softly, though the command was woven with gentle authority.

The women obeyed without hesitation.

Lira settled first, folding her legs gracefully beneath, Selene sat beside her. Nyx took her place with the fluid movements of someone born of cold winds, her presence lowering the temperature of the air around her. Henrietta was the last to sit, her posture straight, composed, and loyal, though her cheeks still carried the faintest flush from their earlier intimacy.

They formed a perfect circle around Lucas.

He lowered himself into the center with deliberate slowness, exhaling until the entire room quieted around the rhythm of his breathing. His aura unfurled like a steady tide, and their own responded instinctively, threads of spiritual connection weaving through the chamber like invisible silk.

Henrietta let out a small breath as the link formed with her for the first time, the faint glow of the bond settling into place.

"It feels... different," she murmured.

"Because you are fully part of it now," Selene said, her voice low but warm.

Henrietta gave a soft, accepting nod.

Lucas closed his eyes.

The instant his cultivation flared, the spiritual threads binding the five of them tightened, pulsing as though sharing a single heartbeat. His Yang energy, rich and potent, began to flow outward, spreading into the circle like a radiant sun feeding its orbiting stars.

Lira felt it first.

Her breath shuddered, her meridians brightening like molten gold.

Selene followed next, her core expanding as the influx of energy hit her.

"I can feel my bottleneck trembling," she said, voice soft with awe.

Nyx’s aura burst with cold mist, frost spiraling around her arms.

Henrietta clutched her chest as the link settled fully.

Lucas steadied the circulating energy, guiding the flow with practiced precision. It reminded him of the carriage ride months ago, when they had first cultivated together on the path to Lechia.

But this time was different.

This time, all four were cultivating together.

This time, there was no carriage, no looming attack, no uncertainty.

This time, the connection was complete.

The chamber pulsed with light as their energies intertwined, warmth, frost, grace, and fire blending around Lucas’ steady Yang like celestial rivers merging into a single divine current.

Lucas inhaled, drawing the cycle tighter.

The women exhaled in unison as the flow deepened.

A gentle hum filled the room, the air vibrating with the harmony of their collective cultivation. The circulation grew more intense with each passing moment, and Lucas guided their energies upward, forming a spiraling vortex that pressed against their cultivation barriers.

Lira leaned slightly forward. "I can feel myself advancing already."

Selene’s fingers trembled, her core shaking from the impact. "This is more than cultivation. This feels... transformative."

Nyx opened her eyes briefly, frost drifting from her lashes. "He is nearing the ascendant threshold."

Henrietta nodded slowly, her eyes fixed on Lucas. "And he wants you all to rise with him."

The vortex tightened.

Energy surged.

Their hearts synced.

Lucas lifted his hands slowly, and the entire circle brightened.

"Focus," he whispered. "We ascend together."

And all four women closed their eyes, letting the cycle consume them as the ancient, powerful rhythm of dual cultivation began to guide their spirits toward the next realm.