Chapter 337: Chapter 337- Tianlong is too chill

Her pregnant womb enveloped him completely, hot and slick, clenching around his shaft like it was trying to swallow him whole. Tianlong groaned, his hips rolling deep, grinding against her cervix with each thrust.

“Yes~! Harder~!” Akane moaned beneath the tail-blindfold, her voice muffled but desperate. Her hands clawed at the sheets, tearing fabric as her body rocked with each impact.

He pulled out slowly, watching his cock emerge coated in her cream, then slammed back in with enough force to make her belly ripple.

“Aahngh~!”

But he wasn’t done. His eyes shifted upward to where Xiang still trembled on top of the pile, her arched back glistening with sweat, her tight ass still gaping slightly from earlier.

Without warning, he pulled free from Akane’s pussy—ignoring her whimper of loss—and grabbed Xiang’s hips, hiking them higher. Her back arched impossibly, her spine curving as he positioned her just right.

“W-wait, honey, I’m still sensitive from—”

Schlupp.

He drove into her ass in one brutal motion.

“HIIIEEE~!!” Xiang’s scream was shrill, her whole body jolting forward. Her hands scrambled for purchase on Sylvea’s shoulders as he started pounding without mercy.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Her anal ring gripped him like a vice, trembling and spasming around his girth. He could feel her pussy quivering just inches away, dripping juice down onto Sylvea’s back below.

“Too big! Honey, please! It’s too big! Make it smaller!” Xiang sobbed, her voice breaking with each thrust. She could feel him hitting something deep inside her, something that made her stomach cramp and her vision blur.

Tianlong leaned forward, sealing her mouth in a rough kiss, swallowing her protests. His tongue invaded her mouth, dominating her completely as his hips never stopped their relentless rhythm.

When he pulled back, saliva connected their lips in a thin strand. His hands moved up, grabbing her small breasts, pinching her teeny pink nipples hard between his fingers.

“You look ravishing, right now,” he growled against her ear, his breath hot and ragged. “These little tits, this tight ass… as I always say this, you’re made for fucking, Xiang.”

“Hnnngh~!” Xiang whimpered, her nipples hardening despite the rough treatment—or maybe because of it.

His cock continued to destroy her back entrance, each thrust making her whole body jolt. Beneath her, she could feel Sylvea trembling, could feel Akane’s pregnant belly pressing up from below.

Then Tianlong’s voice dropped lower, more dangerous. “You wanted to get pregnant, right?”

Xiang’s eyes widened, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. “Y-yes…”

“Should I do it?” His grip on her hips tightened, his cock head pressing impossibly deep. “Should I fill you up right now?”

“Yes! Please! Yes!” She begged, her voice raw and desperate. She could feel him—feel the head of his cock piercing through something, breaching her womb despite being in her ass. It shouldn’t be possible, but cultivation made all things possible.

“Please breed me! I want it! I want your baby!”

Tianlong’s grin turned feral. In his mind, he gave the command.

System. Increase semen potency to maximum. Make it count.

[Ding!]

[Semen Quality Maximized. Conception Probability: 100%.]

“Congratulations, Xiang,” he whispered.

He pulled out of her ass with an obscene pop, and before she could even process the emptiness, he flipped her over onto her back. Her legs went up, ankles pinned to her ears, exposing her soaking wet pussy.

His cock—still slick with her own fluids—pressed against her entrance.

“Wait, you didn’t clean—”

SCHLUPP.

He buried himself to the hilt in one savage thrust.

“AGGGHHH~!!” Xiang’s scream echoed through the room. Her belly bulged visibly, the outline of his cock pressing against her skin from the inside.

Tianlong held himself there for a moment, letting her feel every inch, every vein. Then he started moving—fast, brutal, mechanical.

PAHPAHPAHPAHPAH!

“FUCK! TAKE IT! TAKE ALL OF IT!”

His hips became a blur, cultivation energy surging through his muscles. Each thrust punched her cervix, forcing his way deeper and deeper until he was fucking directly into her womb.

“AH! AH! HOT! IT’S HOT!” Xiang sobbed, her legs shaking uncontrollably in his grip.

And then he came.

It wasn’t just cumming—it was erupting. His cock swelled, the head flaring as he released a torrent of thick, potent seed directly into her womb.

“AAAAHHHH~!!”

She felt it—felt each spurt filling her up, felt the heat spreading through her belly. It didn’t stop. He kept cumming, kept flooding her insides until she felt bloated, full to bursting.

[Ding!]

[Target Successfully Impregnated. Gestation Period: 3 Months.]

Tianlong held himself buried inside her, grinding deep to ensure every drop found its mark. When he finally pulled out, cum leaked from her gaping pussy, pooling on the sheets below.

Xiang lay flat, her eyes teary and unfocused, one hand drifting down to rest on her slightly distended belly.

A weak, breathy chuckle escaped her lips. “She must be… jealous…”

Tianlong collapsed beside her, chest heaving, sweat dripping down his face. He glanced toward the sofa where Sabrina sat frozen, her face flushed, her thighs clenched tight together.

“Nah,” he panted, grinning. “Sabrina’s aroused, sure. But why would she be jealous?”

Xiang turned her head, black hair sticking to her damp cheek. “Not her… that student. From the academy.”

Tianlong blinked. His brain, still foggy from the post-orgasm haze, struggled to catch up. “Wait.” He looked at Xiang, then at the air around them. “Hey… don’t tell me…”

He knew her ability—the Butterfly Void. Those black butterflies could trap people in a separate dimension where they could see everything but do nothing, trapped like specimens in glass.

Xiang giggled, the sound mischievous despite her exhaustion.

“You idiot.” Tianlong groaned, slapping his forehead. He reached over and flicked her forehead.

“Ow!” She pouted, rubbing the spot. “What? You were showing too much interest in that girl!”

“Yes,” Tianlong sighed, rubbing his neck. “It’s my fault.”

He did regret it—chasing a fantasy from his past life when he should have been focused on the women in front of him. The ones who were here, now, carrying his children.

“So where is she?”

A black butterfly materialized from thin air, fluttering down to land delicately on Tianlong’s nose.

He went cross-eyed looking at it. “Did you trap her in this?”

Xiang nodded proudly.

“And who else? Anyone else?”

“Ah, it was that blonde-haired guy too. He’s in another butterfly.”

A slow, wicked smile spread across Tianlong’s face. He looked down at his cock—still hard, still ready despite everything.

He stood up, his legs slightly shaky, and sat on the edge of the bed near where the three women lay sprawled and panting.

“Well then,” he said, voice dropping an octave. “Clean my cock, ladies.”

Despite being thoroughly wrecked, Akane, Sylvea, and Xiang didn’t hesitate. They crawled forward on trembling limbs, crowding around his groin like moths to flame.

Akane took the left side, her soft tongue working his balls. Sylvea took the right, licking long strokes up his shaft. Xiang wrapped her lips around the head, swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge, tasting herself on him.

Tianlong let out a shuddering breath, his hands resting on their heads. He lifted his hand where the black butterfly still perched on his finger, bringing it close to his face.

“I know you must be hearing from in there, Yuna,” he said softly, his voice contrasting sharply with the lewd scene below. “I apologize for this sight. But you see… I will return to you. To your home. Not to that academy.”

He smiled—genuine, gentle—then turned his attention back to his three wives.

Xiang with her violet eyes and black hair. Akane with her twitching fox ears and golden gaze. Sylvea with her green hair cascading over his thighs.

They all looked up at him, eyes glazed with adoration and lust, tongues out, waiting.

He stroked his cock a few times, feeling the pressure building again, and then released—painting their faces in thick white ropes.

They didn’t flinch. They just closed their eyes and accepted it, cum dripping down their chins, their noses, their cheeks.

Satisfied, Tianlong finally looked over at Sabrina and sent her a cheeky wink.

Sabrina’s mouth twitched. She shook her head slowly, though her face was still burning red, her body still trembling with unreleased tension.

“I never seen a trashy bastard like you,” she muttered.

But her eyes never left him before she clenched her jaws, averted her gaze, and took a seat on the nearby chair.

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