Akane's silver and red hair flared like flames catching wind, her fox ears flattening against her skull as her jaw clenched so hard Tianlong could hear her teeth grinding from across the room.

Her nine tails whipped behind her, each one bristling with barely contained fury, the tips sparking with residual spiritual energy that made the air crackle.

But she wasn't looking at him.

Her blazing gaze locked onto the woman beneath him—the elf whose pussy was still stretched obscenely around her husband's thick cock, whose emerald eyes were wide with shock and tears already welling at the corners, whose hands were frozen mid-push against his chest.

The woman's mouth hung open, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lips as her body trembled, hips twitching involuntarily around the intrusion that had violated her so suddenly.

Akane's hand shot out, palm open as if to physically stop what was already done.

"Due to these kind of women," she hissed through clenched teeth, her voice dripping with venom and frustration, "I did NOT want you to come here, husband."

Her hands curled into fists so tight her knuckles went white, nails digging into her palms hard enough to draw blood. Small droplets fell to the floor, unnoticed.

"This is EXACTLY why I told you to stay away from this place—from your powers being among these greedy, desperate women!"

She took a shuddering breath, her entire body shaking not just with rage but with something else—regret, self-blame.

Her voice dropped to barely a whisper, but the pain in it cut deeper than any scream.

"I... I was weak. I craved your cock so badly that I let you come here anyway. And look—LOOK at what happened because of my selfishness!"

Her voice cracked on the last word, her eyes glistening with unshed tears that she refused to let fall.

Before anyone could respond, another voice cut through the tension like a blade.

"Huh! So YOU'RE the one."

All eyes snapped downward.

Sylvea, the green-haired elf, was slowly pushing herself up from where she'd been sprawled on the floor, her movements shaky and uncoordinated.

Her robe hung in tatters around her waist, leaving her breasts completely exposed—nipples still hard and leaking faint trails of that milky sweat, the slit at each tip gaping slightly.

Her green eyes were hazy, pupils still blown wide from the orgasm that had ripped through her moments ago, but there was a defiant glint beneath the fog of pleasure.

One hand moved to cover her hairy green pussy, fingers pressing against her still-sensitive labia, but the motion only made her gasp softly, body jerking at the touch.

Her other hand tried to cover her breasts, but they were too large, too full—her fingers could only hide her nipples partially, leaving most of the soft flesh spilling on either sides of her arm.

"I see," Sylvea continued, her voice breathless but edged with accusation as she glared up at Akane. "So you're the wife who doesn't even know what it MEANS to treat her husband right."

Akane's eye twitched.

She stood in a run-down forest within a nearly abandoned village while being lectured by some random weakling elf about how to treat her husband.

"And who the FUCK are you—" Akane began, her voice low and dangerous, with Tianlong's vocabulary clearly evident.

But before she could finish, a loud, wet SCHLUP echoed through the room.

"AHHHNNN~!!" The woman beneath Tianlong screamed, her back arching violently as he suddenly pulled his cock free from her pussy in one swift motion.

The withdrawal was brutal—her labia stretched outward, clinging desperately to his shaft as if trying to pull him back inside, the inner walls rippling in protest before finally releasing him with an obscene pop.

Her pussy gaped open for a moment, the textured pink insides visible and glistening with her unwanted arousal before the hole slowly began to close, contracting with rhythmic pulses.

Clear fluid mixed with traces of blood dripped steadily from her violated entrance, trailing down to soak into the sheets beneath her.

'Huh? Was she a virgin...' Tianlong just blinked in confusion as this small hint of blood stained his cockhead, causing the biggest confusion he could get here for now.

'!'

"HOW DARE YOU—!"

She immediately tried to kick him, her legs thrashing wildly, heel aiming for his face, his chest—anywhere she could reach.

But it was like kicking solid steel.

THUD. THUD.

Her foot connected with his abdomen, then his thigh, but Tianlong didn't even flinch.

His muscles were so dense, so compressed from reaching the Great Vehicle Realm, that her strikes felt like a child slapping stone—and funnily enough, due to his Qi enforcing him, it was like a massage.

The woman's eyes widened in shock and horror as she realized the futility, her leg going numb from the impact.

"...Try to defile me!" she shrieked, her voice shrill with panic and rage.

Her hand shot out, fingers moving in intricate patterns as a magic circle materialized above her palm—complex geometric shapes glowing with icy blue light, unlike anything the others in the room had seen before.

A strange kind of thing that was not Qi nor Body Cultivation.

The circle pulsed once, twice, then—

SHHHING!

A massive ice crystal, easily two feet long and sharp as a spear, shot directly toward Tianlong's chest with deadly accuracy, the air around it freezing instantly, frost spreading across the surfaces it passed.

But before it could pierce flesh—

Yu Xiang materialized behind him, her black butterfly form transitioning into a humanoid shape. Her delicate arms wrapped around his torso from behind in a possessive embrace. Her soft breasts, hidden by the black fabric she wore, pressed against his back.

Tianlong's body became intangible just by her mere touch—

CRASH!

The ice spear passed harmlessly through his form and slammed into the ceiling above them, exploding on impact.

The entire roof of the tree house shattered like glass, massive chunks of wood and bark flying in all directions, leaves raining down like green snow as the structure collapsed inward.

BOOM!

The force of the explosion created a shockwave that sent furniture flying, the bed skidding across the floor, walls cracking and splintering.

Everyone was thrown off balance—

Sylvea, still trying to stand, let out a startled yelp as she was lifted off her feet by the blast, her body hurled backward, legs kicking uselessly in the air, breasts bouncing wildly as she flailed.

"SISTER!" she screamed, hand reaching out desperately toward the woman on the bed.

But before she could even finish the word—

WHOOSH!

Akane moved.

One moment she was standing by the entrance, the next she was a blur of silver and red, her entire form accelerating to speeds that made the air scream.

The fox woman's fist cocked back, spiritual energy condensing around her knuckles until they glowed like molten metal, her tails spreading wide behind her for balance.

The elf woman—who moments ago had been screaming in violation with Tianlong's cock buried inside her—barely had time to register the movement before—

CRACK!

Akane's fist connected directly with her left boob, the soft flesh molding grotesquely around the impact point, rippling outward in waves, nipple flattening completely before the force launched her backward.

The woman's body went airborne, spinning through the air like a ragdoll, her scream cutting off as the wind was knocked from her lungs.

CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!

She tore through three trees on her trajectory, each trunk exploding into splinters and pulp as her body carved a path of destruction through the forest, leaves and branches showering down in her wake.

Finally, she slammed into the ground a hundred yards away, carving a deep furrow in the earth before coming to a stop, her body twitching weakly, one hand instinctively moving to cup her brutalized breast, the flesh already swelling and bruising.

Tianlong watched it all happen in slow motion, his enhanced perception catching every detail—the way her massive juicy boob had compressed, the exact angle of her spin, the trees exploding, the crater forming in the distance.

He placed one hand over his face, sighed deeply, and shook his head as if feeling regret for such a tasty loss.

"Bye-bye," he muttered in a deadpan tone, giving a small, comedic wave toward the distant cloud of dust where the woman had landed.

'That boob... I didn't even get to taste it properly...'

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