Chapter 283: Chapter 283 – Silence after Tornado

The elven woman’s mouth opened, but not of her own volition. Her jaw trembled as if invisible strings were pulling at it, forcing the words out against her will.

“I… I told her…” Zhaoshenya’s eyes widened in horror as she realized she couldn’t stop herself. The terror in her gaze intensified as Tianlong’s authority—his amplification ability working in reverse through their connection—dominated her consciousness. “I told her that you are not her husband—”

BOOOOOOM!

The sky exploded.

A massive shockwave tore through the air, the sound of atmospheric entry drowning out everything else. It wasn’t thunder. It wasn’t lightning. It was the unmistakable roar of something massive breaking through dimensional barriers at terminal velocity.

Trees bent backward from the force. The ground cracked. And through the smoke and fire descending from above, a woman’s scream cut through the chaos like a blade.

“YOU’RE DEAD NOW, BITCH!”

Two figures came hurtling down from the epicenter of the blast—orc women, their massive bodies tumbling through the air like ragdolls. They crashed into the forest on either side of the clearing, their impact creating craters that sent dirt and debris exploding outward.

And then she came.

Sabrina descended like divine judgment itself, both knees aimed directly at Zhaoshenya’s head. Her dark skin was covered in intricate tribal tattoos that seemed to move and writhe across her flesh.

Tiger skin wrapped around her body—not as clothing, but as if it were part of her, phasing in and out of existence with a glitching effect that hurt to look at directly.

Her canine features flickered between human and beast, her fangs bared in pure rage.

The elven woman didn’t even flinch. She just stood there, still trapped in Tianlong’s grip, her eyes wide with terror focused solely on him.

CRACK!

A barrier materialized above Zhaoshenya’s head at the last possible second—emerald green, covered in ancient runes that pulsed with protective magic.

Sabrina’s knees slammed into it with the force of a meteor strike, and the impact sent a shockwave rippling outward that flattened grass and cracked stone.

“GHHH!” Sabrina grunted as she was launched backward, her body spinning through the air before she landed in a crouch twenty feet away. Her clawed fingers dug into the earth, creating furrows as she slid to a stop.

The gust of wind from the impact whipped through the clearing, scattering leaves and debris, before finally settling into an eerie stillness.

Sabrina straightened slowly, rolling her shoulders. Her eyes—slit like a predator’s—swept across the scene before her. She’d expected screams.

Instead, she found herself staring at a man whose cold, crimson-gold eyes didn’t even acknowledge her existence as a threat.

A vein bulged on her forehead.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, insect?” she snarled, her voice dripping with murderous intent.

Tianlong’s gaze didn’t waver. He didn’t turn. He didn’t react. His eyes remained locked on Zhaoshenya, whose entire body was now trembling so violently that her teeth chattered.

Sabrina’s eye twitched. The disrespect. The absolute fucking audacity of this man to ignore her—Sabrina, a Peak Body Cultivation master getting ignored by a punny man?

Her canines became fully visible as she clenched her jaw, a low growl rumbling from her throat with eyes turning towards that elven woman.

“Hey!” she barked, taking a step forward. Her tattoos flared brighter, and the tiger skin on her body seemed to pulse with raw physical power. “Were you the one who created those illusions across the forest? Do you know how hard it was for me to break through them?”

Her frustration was palpable. She’d spent hours tearing through layer after layer of magical barriers, each one more complex than the last. Her knuckles were still raw from punching through magic walls.

And given the presence of the Elven village here, along with the same green light she saw a moment ago pointing in this direction, she had arrived.; it was all centered around that woman, who was now surrounded by the barrier and completely ignoring her.

But what she saw, that woman trembling, while looking towards Tianlong, to whom Sabrina’s gaze again turned.

The soft cocoon of nine tails that had been wrapped protectively around him began to shift.

They unfurled slowly, revealing the trembling form of Akane still pressed against his chest. Her golden eyes were puffy and red from crying, tears still streaming down her cheeks. But as the tails opened, her hand—small and delicate—reached out and wrapped around Tianlong’s wrist.

The wrist that was currently crushing Zhaoshenya’s bones.

“It’s fine, husband,” Akane whispered, her voice hoarse. She wiped at her eyes with her free hand, though tears continued to fall. “I’m alright.”

Tianlong’s gaze finally shifted, moving from Zhaoshenya to look down at Akane.

He studied her face—the tear-stained cheeks, the trembling lips, the flattened ears that spoke of deep emotional pain. His jaw tightened.

Every instinct screamed at him to end the elven woman right there but from what she told him just now.

He was at fault.

If fucking a woman could clear away remnants of her past then there be no issues in future in all those failed relationships he used to hear.

However—

“Okay,” he said quietly, his voice composing since this woman who just took away cute Sylvea from him had gave him good rewards and a method to male Akane forget about her dead husband entirely. “I understand.”

He released Zhaoshenya’s wrist, and she immediately stumbled backward, clutching her bruised arm to her chest.

Her legs barely held her upright as the terror continued to pulse through her veins—his amplification ability still affecting her, turning whatever hatred she’d felt into pure, primal fear.

Tianlong’s expression shifted then. The killing intent receded, replaced by something else. Something almost… amused.

A smile formed on his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“So,” he said, his voice taking on a lighter tone that somehow felt more dangerous than his rage, “I kind of miss Sylvea a bit, so can you tell me what you did to her?”

The moment the question left his lips, Tianlong switched it off.

The crushing pressure. The terror. The amplified emotions that had turned Zhaoshenya into a trembling mess—all of it vanished like smoke in the wind.

The elven woman blinked rapidly, her chest heaving as air rushed back into her lungs. Her legs stopped shaking. The cold sweat on her forehead began to dry. She could think again, move again, breathe without feeling like invisible hands were squeezing her throat.

She looked down at her wrist—still bruised, still throbbing—then up at Tianlong. Her green eyes narrowed, and despite everything that had just happened, a spark of her usual attitude returned.

“Your man is just like you,” she said, turning her gaze toward Akane. “A complete brute, isn’t he?”

Akane blinked, her golden eyes still puffy from crying. But then, slowly, a smile formed on her lips. Her ears perked up slightly as she processed the words.

She accepted it. The elven woman finally accepted that Tianlong matched her vibe.

In truth, it wasn’t about compatibility or personality—it was pure possessiveness. The way Tianlong had reacted the moment she cried, the way his killing intent had flooded the clearing without hesitation. That raw, protective brutality was something Akane understood intimately.

Her smile widened.

But then her eyes shot open, golden irises going wide as saucers.

“Mhh—!”

She felt it. His hand. His fingers.

Tianlong’s palm had slipped down, groping the thick curve of her ass through the layers of her tails. His grip was firm, possessive, kneading the soft flesh with deliberate slowness.

Her head snapped toward him, mouth opening to say something—anything—but his gaze wasn’t on her. He was looking straight at the elven woman, that same calm smile on his face as if he were having the most casual conversation in the world.

And then his middle finger moved.

It pressed against the fabric covering her puckered entrance, digging in slowly, the pressure making her entire body tense.

“Ngh—!” Akane bit down hard on her lower lip, her face flushing crimson as she quickly turned and buried it back into his chest. Her tails instinctively wrapped tighter around them both, creating a dense cocoon that hid what was happening from view.

But she could feel everything.

His finger pushed harder, the fabric bunching as it pressed against her asshole. The sensation was overwhelming—taboo, wrong, but fuck, it felt good. Her knees buckled slightly, and she had to grip his robes tighter just to stay upright.

From the outside, no one could see. The thickness of her nine tails obscured everything. To Sabrina, to the elven woman, to anyone watching, it just looked like Akane was embarrassed and hiding her face.

“That’s me.”

Tianlong’s head tilted slightly, his expression unchanging even as his finger continued its slow, torturous pressure. “What?”

“You asked about Sylvea,” the elven woman said, crossing her arms beneath her chest. “Kind of. You could say that.” Her eyes narrowed. “Wait… did she not tell you everything?”

The words hung in the air.

Tianlong’s smile didn’t falter, but something shifted in his expression. His eyes closed briefly, and when they opened again, there was a dangerous glint in them.

Akane hid something from him.

His middle finger pressed harder, the tip now forcing the fabric into her tight entrance. The pressure increased, digging deeper.

“Ahhnn—!” Akane’s moan was muffled against his chest, her entire body jerking as the sensation shot through her. Her ass clenched reflexively, trying to resist the invasion, but the fabric only made it worse—the friction, the pressure, the knowledge that he was doing this right here, right now, with everyone around them.

She bit down on the fabric of his robes to keep from screaming.

Sabrina’s eyes narrowed. She stood there, arms folded across her chest, her golden gaze sweeping over the scene.

The way Akane was trembling. The way her tails were wrapped so tightly around the man. The faint, muffled sounds that didn’t quite match someone who was just embarrassed.

“Tch.” Sabrina’s lip curled in disgust. “Perverted idiots.”

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