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

Akane's eyes slowly fluttered open like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, golden irises adjusting to the silver moonlight that streamed through an unfamiliar window.

"Where... where am I?" she thought, her consciousness swimming up through layers of hazy confusion.

The night air was cool against her skin, carrying the scent of pine and something else—something masculine and intoxicating that made her fox ears twitch involuntarily.

She found herself wrapped in a soft blanket, lying on a bed that wasn't her own.

Every muscle in her body ached with a deep, throbbing soreness that spoke of being thoroughly used and claimed.

Her massive breasts felt tender and sensitive, marked with bruises and bite marks that painted a vivid story across her pale skin.

Between her thighs, she could feel the sticky evidence of their coupling—his seed still warm inside her swollen pussy, a claiming so complete it made her womb flutter with remembered sensation.

"Even fox spirits don't mate this fiercely," she thought, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at her own crude thoughts.

Even though her healing factor could have erased every mark, every ache, she found herself resisting the urge to heal.

Something perverse in her wanted to keep these marks, these proofs of his dominance over her body.

"So finally my dear wife has woken up."

The deep, rumbling voice made her head snap toward the source, golden eyes widening as they found him.

Standing in what appeared to be a small kitchen area, completely naked except for a white apron tied around his waist, was the most devastatingly beautiful sight she had ever witnessed.

His muscular frame moved with predatory grace as he worked at some kind of cooking surface, abs clearly defined in the moonlight, every line of his body screaming masculine perfection.

But it wasn't just his godlike physique that made her breath catch—it was what swayed behind him that made her heart stop entirely.

Three magnificent fox tails, golden and thick, moved with fluid grace behind his muscular form.

"What?" she whispered, her voice barely audible as shock crashed over her like a tidal wave.

Her prince had lost his fox essence when he awakened in this foreign body—that much she had been certain of.

Yet here he stood, not only manifesting his bloodline but displaying power she hadn't expected.

He approached her with a tray of food, the aroma hitting her senses and making her stomach clench with hunger she hadn't realized she felt.

As he set the tray beside her on the bed, his crimson-gold eyes met hers with that familiar warmth mixed with something darker, more possessive.

"Here, I have cooked some food for you," he said simply, as if the sight of him preparing a meal wasn't completely foreign to everything she remembered about her prince.

Akane blinked rapidly, her mind struggling to process this development.

Her prince—the royal heir she had loved from afar—had never known how to cook.

Palace servants had attended to his every need, making such domestic skills unnecessary.

Yet this version of him, this magnificent creature before her, had prepared food with his own hands like it was the most natural thing in the world.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips despite her confusion.

"You... you can cook now?" she asked, her voice carrying notes of wonder and amusement.

His expression softened at her reaction, and he leaned forward to gently wipe away tears she hadn't realized were falling down her cheeks.

"Actually," he said, his voice taking on that explaining tone that made her heart race, "after being with you, it seems a portion of my bloodline that had been corrupted opened up.

This body might not inherit it, but I might be able to manifest all of my abilities.

You can sense my bloodline."

Her eyes widened as she truly focused her senses, feeling the pure, undiluted power emanating from his form.

It was royal fox bloodline in its most perfect state, uncorrupted by the political machinations and spiritual poison that had weakened so many of their kind.

"Pure bloodline?" she breathed, hardly daring to believe what her senses were telling her.

He chuckled, the sound rich and warm as his thumb moved to touch her swollen lips—lips that were reddened and sensitive from how thoroughly he had used her mouth earlier.

His eyes took in the purple and violet markings that covered her body, the bite marks on her neck and cleavage that proclaimed his ownership to anyone who might see.

"I'm sorry for hurting you," he said softly, though there was no real regret in his voice—only possessive satisfaction at seeing his marks on her perfect skin.

Akane bit her lower lip, shaking her head as she met his gaze with eyes that held both pain and pleasure.

"It's fine," she whispered, her voice carrying the breathless quality of someone who had been thoroughly claimed.

"I can understand your new body might be like that."

His head tilted slightly, confusion flickering across his handsome features.

"What?"

"When you were doing that I was feeling aroused," she admitted, her cheeks burning crimson as she voiced the shameful truth.

"So most probably that body possesses some kind of aphrodisiac physique."

Tianlong blinked, processing her observation with the calculating mind that had made him such a successful predator.

She was more perceptive than he had given her credit for, recognizing that his enhanced abilities weren't just physical but chemical—his very presence designed to break down a woman's resistance.

"Yeah, kind of," he agreed with casual arrogance.

"It doesn't just give me powers."

Akane's mind began working through the implications, and suddenly her eyes widened with realization.

"Wait, you reached middle great vehicle realm?" The question burst from her lips with genuine shock.

She had felt his cultivation level before their encounter, had known he would need time to advance, yet the spiritual energy radiating from him now spoke of achievement that should have been impossible.

His grin was pure masculine satisfaction.

"No, I would have achieved peak, but the threshold for ascension kicked in, so I had to suppress it."

Her jaw dropped.

Not only had he reached the level she expected, he had surpassed it so dramatically that the realm itself was trying to force his ascension.

The implications were staggering—in a single session of coupling, he had absorbed enough power to advance multiple levels.

"It seems I might not know everything about you," she murmured, rubbing her temples as the scope of his abilities became clear.

"I still have to know so much about your body."

He chuckled at her confession, leaning down to capture her lips in a gentle kiss that was so different from the brutal claiming he had subjected her to earlier.

When he pulled back, his eyes danced with amusement.

"Of course, I also have to know many things about your body," he replied, his voice carrying promises of future exploration that made her core clench with renewed heat.

Her face flushed deep crimson at his words, but before she could respond, his hand that had been cupping her cheek began to slide downward.

His palm moved with deliberate slowness, tracing the curve of her neck, across her marked collarbone, down to cup one of her massive breasts with possessive familiarity.

"Ahhn... weren't you already done~?!"