Chapter 369: Chapter 369- Mamoon Doubts

Mamoon moved through the camp with purpose, her red latex suit still torn in places from the battle, exposing patches of her pale skin. Her cat ears twitched with every sound as she barked orders at the soldiers nearby.

“Search every tent! My daughter was here during the battle!” Her voice carried across the bloodied field where catkin warriors were regrouping.

The soldiers nodded quickly, scrambling to obey. But Mamoon noticed something odd—several of her warriors kept glancing toward the edge of camp where rabbit clan soldiers were retreating back to their posts.

The enemy forces moved slowly, exhausted, heading away from the shattered remains of their fortress.

“What are you staring at?” Mamoon snapped at one soldier. “Find Yuna!”

“Y-yes, Commander!” The woman saluted and hurried off.

Mamoon’s amber eyes narrowed as she watched the rabbit soldiers disappear into the distance. Something felt wrong about this entire situation. That man—Tianlong—and his companion had ended the war in minutes. Where had they gone?

“Mamoon, wait!”

She turned sharply, her massive breasts bouncing against the tight latex as a figure jogged up behind her.

Thessa.

The rabbit woman looked completely different from the dominant warrior who’d been leading her forces hours ago.

Her earth-plate armor was still cracked where Tianlong had grabbed her breast, and her face was flushed, blue eyes somewhat glazed. She’d managed to pull her jerkin back on, but her thick thighs trembled slightly with each step.

“What are you doing here?” Mamoon’s tone was sharp, suspicious. “Shouldn’t you be with your soldiers?”

Thessa stopped, catching her breath. Her rabbit ears drooped slightly. “I’m… I’m just trying to help you find your daughter.”

Mamoon’s eyes narrowed dangerously. She took a step closer, her cat tail swishing behind her. “Don’t tell me…” Her voice dropped to a dangerous purr. “Are you trying to find ’that man’?”

Thessa’s face turned crimson instantly. Her ears shot straight up as her mouth opened and closed, words failing her completely.

“I knew it,” Mamoon said, her jaw clenching. She grabbed Thessa’s shoulder, spinning her around fully. “What is so special about him that you’re searching for him? He humiliated you in that tent!”

Thessa’s face burned hotter. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about—”

“You were moaning! Dripping! He had you bent over a table!”

“That was—he was just—” Thessa stammered, unable to meet Mamoon’s fierce gaze. Finally, she just shrugged her shoulders helplessly, looking away.

Mamoon’s mouth twitched. This rabbit woman—her enemy for years—was acting like a maiden in heat. Over a man who’d appeared from nowhere and touched her for less than an hour.

Before Mamoon could press further, the air itself shifted.

Both women froze.

A dark pressure descended from above, making every warrior on the battlefield look up simultaneously. The sky seemed to ripple, distorting like heat waves, and then—

’WHOOOOSH!’

Five figures descended from the air itself, landing gracefully on the blood-soaked ground between the camps.

Mamoon’s eyes went impossibly wide.

Tianlong stood at the center, his red robe billowing dramatically despite the wind having stopped. His black hair flowed past his shoulders, and those crimson-gold eyes swept across the battlefield with casual authority.

But it wasn’t just him.

Four women stood beside him, and every single soldier—cat-kin and rabbit-kin alike—stared in stunned silence.

To his right stood Yuna.

’Yuna.’

Mamoon’s breath caught in her throat. Her daughter wore a skin-tight red latex suit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Every curve was outlined with obscene precision—her small breasts pressing against the material, her pussy lips clearly visible through the thin fabric, even the indent of her slit molded perfectly. Her red hair was slightly disheveled, and there was something ’different’ about her face. More mature. Like she’d aged years in mere hours.

“Yuna…” Mamoon breathed, taking an involuntary step forward.

But the other three women commanded attention too.

A voluptuous woman with nine white fox tails swaying behind her—Akane. Her body was wrapped in a tight crimson dress that struggled to contain her massive breasts. Her golden eyes surveyed the battlefield with predatory interest.

An elf with jade-tipped breasts barely covered by a translucent silver robe—Sylvia. Her movements were graceful, almost otherworldly, and her expression carried a strange mixture of fear and devotion as she stayed close to Tianlong’s side.

And finally, a petite woman with violet eyes and a butterfly tattoo visible on her exposed shoulder—Yu Xiang. She wore a form-fitting black outfit that made her look like she’d just stepped out of some foreign land’s royal court.

The combined beauty of all four women hit like a physical force.

“Hey,” Mamoon called out, her voice tight with emotion as she rushed forward. “Are you alright?”

Yuna’s ruby eyes found her mother, and for a moment, something vulnerable flashed across her face. “Yes, Mother. I’m okay.”

But Mamoon couldn’t stop staring. The change in her daughter was unsettling. That latex suit—when had Yuna changed clothes? And that aura radiating from her… it felt stronger. Denser. Like her cultivation had jumped forward somehow.

“Your clothes—” Mamoon started.

“They’re fine, Mother,” Yuna interrupted softly, but there was a firmness in her tone that hadn’t been there before.

Thessa stood frozen beside Mamoon, her blue eyes wide as they darted between the four women. Her mouth hung open slightly.

’They’re all so beautiful,’ she thought helplessly. ’I don’t understand. How can they all be this—’

Her gaze lingered on Akane’s perfect curves, then Sylvia’s ethereal grace, then Yu Xiang’s delicate features. She felt completely overwhelmed, unable to process what she was seeing.

Meanwhile, Thessa’s mind was racing. If the way he’d treated ’her’—plunging his fingers into her pussy, making her feel things she’d never experienced—what was he doing with these women who stood beside him so confidently?

Tianlong chuckled, the sound rich and knowing. His eyes found Thessa standing there like a frozen rabbit.

He moved.

One moment he stood beside his women. The next, he was directly in front of Thessa, his hand reaching out to rub one of her long rabbit ears.

“So,” he said casually, his fingers stroking the soft fur. “How are you?”

Thessa’s entire body trembled. That touch sent electricity straight through her, the sensitivity of her ears making her knees weak. “Of-of course I’m completely fine!” Her voice came out far too high, far too defensive.

Tianlong chuckled again, and his hand moved from her ear to tap her cheek lightly—almost playfully.

’Tap tap.’

Thessa flinched, her face burning as she quickly averted her gaze, unable to meet his eyes.

“Really?” His tone was teasing, knowing.

Yu Xiang approached from behind, her violet eyes curious as she examined Thessa. “Are those real ears?” she asked, tilting her head.

Thessa nodded stiffly. “Yes. Why?”

Before she could react, she felt something—

’Pinch!’

“Kyaa!” Thessa yelped, spinning around as Sylvia’s delicate fingers lifted the back of her skirt, revealing her small fluffy rabbit tail. The elf had pinched it!

“She also has a small tail,” Sylvia said, her voice carrying genuine fascination as she examined the cotton-ball fluff.

“Don’t—don’t touch that!” Thessa’s mouth trembled as she tried to pull her skirt back down, mortified.

Both women seemed to be talking amongst themselves now, circling Thessa like she was some interesting specimen. Yu Xiang reached out to touch one of her ears again while Sylvia examined her thick thighs with clinical interest.

“What are they—” Thessa looked desperately toward Mamoon, but the cat-woman looked just as confused.

Tianlong had turned away from Thessa and was now walking toward Mamoon. His expression was casual, friendly even, as he stopped a few feet away.

“How are you, mother-in-law?” he asked.

Mamoon’s eye twitched. “I’m fine,” she managed, though her voice was strained. Her eyes kept darting between Tianlong and Yuna, trying to understand what the hell was happening. “But why are those two women bothering Thessa?”

Before Tianlong could answer, Akane stepped forward. The nine-tailed fox woman moved with fluid grace, her massive breasts swaying with each step. She stopped beside Tianlong and looked directly at Mamoon.

“Because they’re checking her potential,” Akane said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Mamoon blinked. “Potential for what?”

“For being his wife.”

The words hung in the air like a bomb.

Mamoon’s mouth twitched violently. “’What?’ Sorry?”

Akane shook her head, her golden eyes studying Mamoon with interest. “I see, lady. You’re still not tempted by him.”

Mamoon’s mouth twitched again, harder this time. “What the hell are you talking about? Tempted? I don’t—”

“Whatever,” Mamoon cut herself off, waving her hand dismissively. Her brain felt like it was short-circuiting trying to process everything. These women. This man. Her daughter in that obscene outfit.

She took a deep breath, forcing her commander voice back. “You’re all our guests. So please, come to the manor.”

It wasn’t a request. It was an order wrapped in hospitality.

Tianlong nodded, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips. “We’d be honored.”

As the group began moving toward the cat-kin settlement, every soldier and warrior on the battlefield watched them go.

The sight was surreal—the mysterious man in his red robe, surrounded by four impossibly beautiful women, walking alongside the two commanders who’d been trying to kill each other just hours before.

Mamoon walked at the front, her mind racing. Her daughter was different. Changed. And this man—this ’Tianlong’—was at the center of it all.

’What have you done to my daughter?’ she thought, glancing back.

But Yuna walked calmly beside Tianlong, her expression serene, mature beyond her years. Like she’d seen things her mother couldn’t even imagine.

And from the way Thessa kept stealing glances at the man—her face flushed, her thighs pressing together as she walked—Mamoon knew with absolute certainty:

’Is he a women magnet?’

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