Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 402- New Maids

He looked down at Kaira, still pressed against him.

An idea formed.

He placed his thumb on her lips gently, tracing the soft flesh.

"Want to meet my other wives?" he asked.

Kaira blinked. "...What?"

Tianlong gave her a small kiss—gentle, tender, completely different from the brutality moments ago.

Then he turned toward the gathered women.

"Prepare yourselves," he commanded. "Pack your bags. Essential items only."

The women exchanged confused glances.

Tianlong raised his hand.

Reality tore.

A doorway appeared in mid-air—a rectangular portal framed in golden light. Through it, they could see glimpses of something impossible. Gardens. Mountains. A massive palace.

"From now on," Tianlong said, "you’re entering a new world."

The women’s eyes widened.

"A... dimension?" one breathed.

Tianlong didn’t answer. Instead, he lifted Kaira into a princess carry, making her gasp and clutch his robes.

"Come," he said simply, and walked toward the door.

He stepped through.

Kaira felt a strange sensation wash over her—like passing through water, but dry. Her blind eyes couldn’t process the visual changes, but she felt the energy.

So much energy. Clean. Pure. Concentrated.

"Where... where are we?" she whispered.

"Home."

Behind them, the tribal women hesitated only a moment.

Then Gara stepped forward. "You heard Master. Pack quickly. We leave in five minutes."

She strode through the portal, naked and confident.

Others followed. Some ran back to grab possessions. Most just walked through as they were—naked, cum-leaking, glowing with power.

One by one, they entered Tianlong’s dimensional realm.

*

The Pleasure Palace Dimension

Gara emerged on the other side and froze.

"What... the fuck..."

She stood in a massive garden. But calling it a garden felt inadequate.

It stretched for miles. Perfectly manicured paths wound between exotic plants she’d never seen. Ponds filled with crystal-clear water. Fruit trees heavy with produce. And in the distance—

"Is that a mountain?" one of the women who’d followed behind gasped.

Indeed. A full-sized mountain rose in the background, its peak shrouded in mist.

And beyond the garden, dominating the landscape—

A palace.

Massive didn’t begin to describe it. It looked like it could house thousands. Multiple levels, elegant architecture, radiating wealth and power.

"What is this place?" Gara breathed.

"The home where my wives live," Tianlong answered, walking past her while still carrying Kaira. "And naturally, it lacked some maids to fill space. Let’s go."

Before he could take more than a few steps, a figure appeared.

She materialized from thin air—literally. One moment empty space, the next a woman stood there.

But she wasn’t quite solid.

Her body was translucent, shimmering like heat waves. Her hair was bright pink, flowing as if underwater. Her form was clearly feminine—large breasts, wide hips, narrow waist—but you could see through her.

A spirit.

"Master," she said, her voice carrying an ethereal quality. "Welcome back. I see you’ve brought... guests."

Behind her, more figures appeared. Women in maid uniforms—but not normal ones. These maids wore professional expressions and identical outfits.

"Lyra," Tianlong addressed the spirit. "These women coming behind will be joining the household. Give them their maid clothes and assign them duties."

Lyra’s translucent form tilted her head, pink hair shifting.

"But Master, this place is self-sufficient. The automated systems handle everything. We don’t need—"

"Then give them training duties," Tianlong interrupted. "Make them useful. Combat practice. Cultivation guidance. Whatever. Just integrate them."

"As you wish, Master."

Tianlong nodded and walked forward. He didn’t use doors or hallways. He simply walked toward a wall and passed through it, vanishing while carrying Kaira.

The chief gasped as they phased through solid matter, her blind instincts screaming at the impossibility.

Behind them, more tribal women emerged through the portal. Ten. Twenty. Forty. Seventy.

Seventy-two women total, all naked, all still leaking cum, all staring in shock at their new home.

Gara approached the pink-haired spirit cautiously.

"Hello," she said carefully, bowing slightly.

Lyra’s ethereal eyes focused on her. Studied her naked, cum-covered form with clinical detachment. Scanned her muscular body and warrior’s bearing, taking in every detail.

"So you’ve all already been claimed by him," Lyra stated. It wasn’t a question. She could probably smell his essence on them.

She snapped her fingers with a sound like a bell chiming.

POOF!

Clothing materialized in mid-air. Dozens of identical outfits, floating in neat rows, waiting.

But when Gara grabbed one and held it up to examine, her eyes widened in disbelief.

"What the fuck is this supposed to be?"

It was a dress. Technically.

White fabric. Tight. Very tight—the kind of material that would cling to every curve.

The top was essentially a breast covering—fabric that would barely contain the nipples, leaving the sides and bottoms completely exposed. No support. No structure. Just enough coverage to avoid being completely topless.

The skirt reached maybe mid-thigh. Maybe. It would show ass curves clearly. And looking at the construction, with no underwear provided...

"Put it on," Lyra said simply, folding her translucent arms. "All of you. These are the standard maid uniforms in Master’s palace."

"This isn’t a maid uniform," Gara protested, holding up the scandalous outfit. "This is... we’d look like whores!"

"You’re Master’s pleasure maids," Lyra corrected without a hint of shame or irony. "Looking appealing is part of your duties. You exist to please him visually and physically."

One of the younger tribal women picked up a uniform hesitantly, examining it with trembling hands.

"There’s... there’s no underwear."

"Master prefers easy access," Lyra stated matter-of-factly, as if discussing the weather.

Another woman held up the breast covering portion, stretching the thin fabric.

"My nipples will show through this! You can see right through it!"

"Yes. That’s intentional. Master enjoys the view."

Gara clenched her fists, jaw tight. But what could she say? They’d all just been bred by Tianlong for hours. He’d already seen everything. Already used every hole. Already filled them with his seed multiple times. Their bodies still carried the evidence inside them.

Wearing slutty maid uniforms was hardly worse than what they’d already done willingly.

"Fine," she growled, pulling the uniform on with jerky, frustrated movements.

The fabric clung to her like a second skin, cool against her cum-sticky flesh. Her large breasts were barely contained, nipples clearly visible as dark circles through the white material.

The skirt hugged her ass perfectly, ending just below her cheeks.

Any movement—bending, reaching, walking too fast—would expose her bare pussy to anyone watching.

She looked exactly like a high-class whore pretending to be a maid. Or maybe a maid pretending to be a whore. The line was blurry.

Around her, the other women dressed in identical uniforms, transforming one by one.

Seventy-two copper-skinned warriors became a parade of fuck-dolls in slutty white dresses, their bodies on display, their new status clear.

They all looked like maid hookers.

"Now then," Lyra said, turning to float backward toward a side building. "Follow me. I’ll show you your quarters and explain your duties in detail."

She drifted away, not bothering to check if they followed.

The tribal women followed in a cluster, their movements awkward in the restrictive clothing. The skirts rode up with each step. Breasts bounced with no support. They felt exposed, vulnerable, objectified.

But also... something else. Something they didn’t want to examine too closely.

Gara glanced back at the portal—still open, showing their now-empty village bathed in blood and corpses.

’No going back,’ she thought, watching it shimmer.

They’d entered a new world. Become concubines to a demon who could slaughter armies and break mountains with his bare hands.

And somehow, watching him protect what was his with such ruthless efficiency...

All of them seem to be excited with all their holes wanting to taste his cock, with all of them having a single thought with eagerness.

’Will he fuck us again?’