Chapter 370: Chapter 370- Rise of Black Butterfly Organization

The manor Mamoon led them to wasn’t what Tianlong expected. It was large—massive, even—with stone walls covered in vines and carved patterns of cats mid-hunt. The entrance hall was wide enough to fit a hundred warriors, but right now it felt cramped with tension.

They’d walked through the bloodied battlefield in silence. Mamoon kept glancing back at her daughter—at Yuna’s red latex suit that left nothing to imagination, at the way she walked beside Tianlong like she belonged there. Thessa walked on the other side, her rabbit ears twitching nervously, still feeling the ghost of his fingers inside her.

Now they sat in what Mamoon called the “guest hall.”

Tianlong was seated on a large sofa, the kind that could fit five people but he took up the center like a throne. To his right sat Yuna, her small frame pressed close to his side. She wasn’t touching him exactly, but the space between them was almost non-existent. Her ruby eyes kept darting to his face, then away, like she was fighting some internal battle.

On his left sat Yu Xiang—yeah, Yu Xiang, as she’d introduced herself to the others. The violet-eyed woman looked perfectly composed, her black outfit immaculate despite everything that had happened. But Tianlong could feel the heat radiating from her thigh where it pressed against his.

Behind the sofa stood Akane and Sylvea.

Akane’s nine white tails swayed lazily, her golden eyes surveying the room like a predator assessing prey. Her massive breasts strained against the crimson dress, and she kept one hand resting possessively on Tianlong’s shoulder. Every few seconds her fingers would squeeze, a reminder that she was there.

Sylvea stood with her hands folded, her jade-tipped breasts barely covered by the translucent robe. Her expression was carefully neutral, but her eyes kept flickering to Tianlong’s back, then to the two women seated across from them.

Tessa and Mamoon sat on the opposite sofa.

They looked uncomfortable as hell.

Mamoon’s amber eyes kept narrowing, darting between all the women around Tianlong. Her cat ears twitched with agitation.

The torn latex suit still clung to her body, exposing patches of pale skin where Sabrina’s attacks had damaged it during their earlier confrontation.

Beside her, Thessa fidgeted. The rabbit woman’s thick thighs pressed together, her blue eyes wide as she took in the scene. Her earth-plate armor was still cracked where Tianlong had grabbed her breast—the perfect handprint visible for anyone looking.

And then there was Sabrina.

The tiger-kin woman sat off to the side in a chair she’d dragged over herself, looking annoyed as fuck.

Her white tiger ears were flat against her head, and she had a toothpick between her teeth that she kept moving from one side of her mouth to the other. One hand propped up her cheek, the other drummed impatiently on the armrest.

Her sharp eyes kept glancing at Tianlong, then away, like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to punch him or just leave.

The silence stretched.

Mamoon opened her mouth to say something—probably to demand answers about what the hell was going on—but before she could, Sabrina spoke.

“Hey, you punk.”

Everyone turned to look at her.

Sabrina’s tiger ears twitched as she pulled the toothpick from her mouth and pointed it directly at Tianlong. Her voice was flat, almost bored, but there was an edge to it that made the air feel sharper.

“Are you going to just fuck these both women already or not?”

The room went dead silent.

Thessa’s face turned crimson instantly. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish, no sound coming out. Her rabbit ears shot straight up, trembling.

Mamoon’s eye twitched. Hard. Her claws extended slightly, digging into the fabric of the sofa. “What did you just say?”

Sabrina shrugged, unbothered. “I mean, look at them.” She gestured lazily toward Thessa and Mamoon with the toothpick. “They’ve been squirming since we sat down. That one”—she pointed at Thessa—”keeps pressing her thighs together like she’s trying not to leak through her armor. And that one”—now Mamoon—”can’t stop staring at you like she’s confused whether to kill you or climb on your lap.”

“I am NOT—” Mamoon started, her voice rising.

“And honestly,” Sabrina continued, ignoring her completely, “since the moment we got here, everyone’s been silent. You’re just sitting there like some calm bastard with your wife and that young woman beside you, acting like this is normal.” Her eyes narrowed. “It’s irritating.”

Tianlong raised an eyebrow. He glanced down at Yuna, whose face had gone pink, then over at Yu Xiang, who just smiled faintly. Then he looked back at Sabrina and exhaled slowly.

“Do you really think I’m some kind of horny dog going around picking women?”

Sabrina gave a slow, exaggerated head shake, her expression saying ’obviously’.

“Duh.”

Hearing that, Tianlong’s mouth twitched. He glanced toward his wives—toward Yuna, who was suddenly very interested in the floor, toward Yu Xiang, who was still smiling that knowing smile, toward Akane and Sylvea behind him. None of them were looking at him. They were all staring straight forward like they hadn’t heard a thing.

But he could feel it. The agreement. The silent support for Sabrina’s words.

’Really?’ he thought. ’A woman changes when she becomes a wife.’

He exhaled again, longer this time, before turning his attention back to Tessa and Mamoon.

“Tell me about the message you might have already gotten from the royals,” he said, his voice calm and measured. “Especially your queens.”

Both women flinched.

Thessa and Mamoon looked at each other, eyes wide, like he’d just predicted something they hadn’t expected him to know. Which, technically, he had.

It was Thessa who spoke first.

“I got promoted.”

The words hung in the air.

Everyone went silent—even Sabrina stopped picking her teeth. Tianlong blinked, genuinely caught off guard.

“So,” he said slowly, leaning forward slightly, “your queen really liked those videos, didn’t she?”

Thessa’s face flushed bright red. Her mouth opened, closed, opened again. “I—that’s not—she didn’t—”

“Then she’s not the woman I would prefer to pursue,” Tianlong said flatly, cutting her off. “She’s just a bitch.”

The room froze.

Thessa trembled, lifting her head to stare at Tianlong like she couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. Around her, every single person in that room—including Sabrina—was thinking the same thing.

’Aren’t you a bastard too?’

Ignoring their eyes, Tianlong shifted his focus to Mamoon. He gave a small nod, and after a moment’s hesitation, she reached into the pouch at her waist and pulled out a letter.

The parchment was sealed with a claw mark—clearly from someone with authority. Mamoon handed it over, her amber eyes watching his face carefully.

Tianlong unfolded it and began reading aloud.

“’You might act smart for a man, but remember your place, human. Go back to the hole you have crawled out of.’”

His voice was even, emotionless, as he read every insulting line. The letter was filled with condescension, mockery, and thinly veiled threats. It was written by someone who clearly thought themselves untouchable.

When he finished, there was a pause.

Then, from behind him, Akane’s hand tightened on his shoulder. Her voice was low, dangerous.

“Should I kill her?”

Mamoon jerked, her mouth parting to protest—but she stopped. Akane wasn’t glaring at her. The nine-tailed fox’s golden eyes were locked on the letter in Tianlong’s hand, radiating pure killing intent toward whoever had written it.

Mamoon exhaled in relief, realizing the threat wasn’t directed at her.

Then her eyes widened.

’For her queen?’

Tianlong sat there for a moment, turning the letter over in his hands. Then he looked up at Sabrina, then at Yuna, then back at the letter.

Finally, he spoke.

“Nah. Leave her.” He paused, glancing at Yuna and Sabrina. “You both go.”

Both women blinked.

“What?” Sabrina was the first to react, sitting up straighter. Her tiger ears perked forward in confusion.

“Kill everyone you find around that queen,” Tianlong continued casually, like he was asking them to pick up groceries. “Even if she’s in a hallway or her mansion. Make sure to show her what it feels to see real power.”

Sabrina stared at him. “Do you even know what you’re saying? You want us to go alone into a tribe to attack the leader of it?” Her voice rose slightly. “Most probably they have two guards as strong as me.”

Tianlong thought for a moment, then nodded. “Yes. I was underestimating them.”

He looked around the room—at Akane, at Sylvea, at Yu Xiang—and said, “All of you ladies, go. Wipe them out and bring me a letter from that same queen.” His eyes glinted. “Written by her own hand. Asking if she wants me to crawl into that hole—or enter it.”

The silence was deafening.

All of the women narrowed their gazes simultaneously. They looked toward Thessa and Mamoon, who flinched under the combined weight of those predatory stares.

One by one, the women sighed.

Akane’s hand lifted from Tianlong’s shoulder. Sylvea stepped back. Yu Xiang stood gracefully.

They were actually going to do it.

Sabrina stood up, ruffling her hair in frustration. She looked at Tianlong, her mouth twitching. “If there was a ranking of the most trashy bastards in the whole continent, it’d probably be filled with only your name, bastard. Because I have never seen a man with pants as loose as yours.”

Before anyone could respond, she moved.

In a blur, Sabrina jumped straight through the open window, her body disappearing into the night.

Yuna hesitated for only a second, her ruby eyes meeting Tianlong’s one last time. Then she followed, leaping out the same window.

Sylvea was next, her translucent robe billowing as she moved with ethereal grace.

Then Akane, her nine tails streaming behind her like banners of war.

Finally, Yu Xiang stood. She looked at Tianlong for a long moment, her violet eyes unreadable. “Do you want me to bring that woman here?”

Tianlong shook his head. “No need. Just make sure to send a message loud and clear.” He paused, his lips curling into a faint smile. “That an organization called ’’Black Butterfly’’ has started hunting the Tribal Queens.”

Yu Xiang gave a small nod. Then, without another word, her body dissolved—her form breaking apart into thousands upon thousands of black butterflies that swarmed through the room before vanishing out the windows and doors.

The hall was suddenly very, very quiet.

Mamoon and Thessa sat frozen, their faces pale.

Mamoon was the first to move, swiftly standing from her seat. Her voice came out strained, almost panicked. “What are you doing? Are you really going to create some kind of war? You know they’re very strong—if they all attacked together—”

Tianlong looked at both women calmly.

Then he asked, his voice casual:

“So, who is stronger between you two?”

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