Free Web NovelChapter 529: Chapter 529 - Departure to the Void Continent
A breath.
"Except the power. Except the real things that make the immortal realm what it is."
The catkin’s tiptoe found her nipple again.
"HNGH—"
She swallowed it.
Continued.
"Not the real deal. Just the shape of it."
"And to reach the real deal," Tianlong said.
Not a question.
"Those who ascend past the continent’s ceiling — like you — come here."
"Yes."
The word with effort behind it.
"We gather yang energy. Enough to burn through the upper realm’s gate toll without depleting our own reserves. Then we cross. The Walls of Immortal accept the offering and open."
Her jaw worked.
"That was why I was here. Your yang. A forbidden cauldron’s output at that level — it was supposed to be exactly what I needed."
"So you believed a lie."
She went still.
The bamboo shifted with her sudden tension.
"...What."
Tianlong’s hand moved from Akane’s hair.
Found her ear again — the fox ear, soft, the fur warm under his fingers.
Ruffled it slowly.
Akane’s eyes, from below, went half-lidded.
Her throat worked around him.
"Mnh~ — mmmph~—"
Patient. Thorough. The cock in her mouth being cleaned and warmed with the same dedicated attention she’d been applying for the last several minutes, the fresh load still building slow in the warmth of her suction.
"The information about me," Tianlong said.
He was looking at the sky now.
The garden ceiling, the lanterns in the trees, the stars above them.
"The information that told you a forbidden cauldron’s yang was present on this continent. That information reached you."
He looked at Chulteka.
"From your higher authority."
A pause.
"Yes?"
Chulteka’s eyes widened.
The catkin’s foot lifted momentarily as her body registered the question — the breast bouncing up, flushed and reddened, before the foot returned and pressed again, but the catkin barely noticed. She was watching Tianlong’s face too.
"What—"
A breath.
"How do you know that?"
He looked up.
At the sky.
At the specific patch of sky above the garden that contained nothing visible and everything invisible. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
His expression shifted — a small, specific twitch at the corner of his mouth, the expression of a man addressing someone who is listening and hasn’t identified themselves.
"So," he said,
To the sky.
Conversational.
"Are you opening the door of another continent for me?"
A pause.
"Aren’t you enjoying this a bit too much?"
The women around him exchanged looks.
The catkin queen on Chulteka’s breast looked upward.
The Amazonian holding the bamboo looked at the same empty sky.
Chulteka looked between Tianlong and the sky with the expression of a woman who has arrived at a conversation several Chapters after it started.
He breathed.
Looked back down.
The gold-red eyes finding Akane’s face below him — her cheeks hollowed with suction, her golden gaze looking up, her hand working the base of his shaft in the slow rhythm she’d found and kept.
He placed his hand on her head.
’Now.’
His expression said it without words.
Akane went deep.
The full throat — her nose against his skin, his cock fully seated in the warm grip of her throat, her pregnant belly pressing against his knees, her nine tails curling up along his calves as she held.
Her eyes rolled.
Not the ahegao of earlier — the eyes of a woman doing something deliberate and finding it costs her air and finding that cost acceptable.
Her throat worked.
Milking. Squeezing. The specific rippling suction of a deep throat managed by a cultivator whose qi control extended to throat muscle.
He came.
Thick.
Direct.
The load going down her throat in pulses that bypassed her mouth entirely, each one felt in the press of his hand on her head and the tightening of his thighs and the low, private sound he made that was not for the garden.
Her belly pressed against his knees with her swallow.
Once.
Again.
Drinking him down with the composed thoroughness of a wife who has cleaned what she came to clean.
She pulled back.
Slowly.
The cock coming free from her throat and then her mouth with the deliberate pace of someone doing this for the last time and making it count.
Her lips closing around the head.
Pulling the last of it.
’Mnh~.’
And releasing.
Clean.
The cock hanging free — glistening from her mouth, nothing else.
She had taken every droplet.
Her eyes, looking up at him, said she was aware of this and satisfied.
Her lips closed.
She swallowed.
Her expression: a wife who has finished her work and finds the result acceptable.
Her eyes rolled once, briefly, with the sheer weight of what had gone down her throat.
Then returned.
Exhaling slowly.
"Haahh~—"
Breathless.
Not distressed.
The breathlessness of someone who chose the depth.
Tianlong stood.
His robe settling around him automatically, the cultivator’s qi alignment that kept clothing appropriate regardless of what the evening had been.
He looked at the garden.
At the women — the catkins on their knees, the Amazonians in their positions, Kira with her blind eyes tracking him from her place at the garden’s edge, the elf standing quietly with her green eyes and her arrays still faintly visible in the sky like fading chalk.
At Akane, still kneeling, her belly round and warm and full of his child and his seed, her lips pressed together in the satisfied seal of a woman who has taken everything and kept it.
At Chulteka.
"Follow me," he said.
She stared at him.
The bamboo still in her pussy.
The catkin’s foot still on her breast.
The garden stone beneath her and the full weight of the evening’s evidence on every part of her body.
"What."
He snapped his fingers.
The garden was there.
And then it wasn’t — not the garden, but the two of them, the part of the evening that contained Tianlong and the naked demonic cultivator from the upper realm’s training continent who had come to steal his yang energy and had instead told him everything she knew about the gate and the toll and the geography of a world built to mirror the one above it.
Gone.
Instantly.
No trail.
