Chapter 489: Chapter 489 - Strolling in a Fest

Tianlong walked out into the cool, biting night air, his every step echoing with a terrifying, absolute authority. The sprawling, filthy streets of the nearby slave-trading town stretched out before him.

This was a place built entirely on misery, a wretched hub for organizations and ruthless merchants to break and sell the weak.

Things here were slightly too much; the air was thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and the metallic tang of heavy iron cages holding defeated souls. People hurried here and there, their eyes cast downward in perpetual fear.

But Tianlong remained utterly uncaring of it all. He was simply walking down the dirt-packed street at a leisurely pace, as if taking a casual, peaceful stroll through a royal garden.

Yet, his mere presence was like a gravitational anomaly. He was attracting the terrified, wide-eyed gazes of the people trapped in their cages, as well as the ruthless slavers who suddenly found their throats completely dry.

Whispers immediately erupted around him.

They were talking about him, their voices trembling as they pointed at his regal, imposing presence.

He was clearly filling a major portion of the street’s atmosphere just by his arrival.

It was unlike anything they had ever seen.

The dark, terrifying aura radiating from him instinctively made men step aside, their knees shaking, while the female slaves in the cages felt an unexpected, heavy throb between their thighs just from looking at his towering, hyper-masculine physique.

He completely ignored the chaotic, fearful atmosphere. As he passed a terrified street vendor, his large, calloused hand casually reached out and took a hot, steaming beef dumpling right from the iron grill.

’Bite... chew...’

He took a slow, deliberate bite, the rich, savory meat juices bursting against his tongue. He continued walking, eating a bit, looking completely different from how he always was—like a terrifying conqueror suddenly indulging in the mundane.

But beneath the regal, seemingly calm exterior, a deeply obscene, completely filthy reality was actively taking place.

’Sluuuck... slurp... mmmph...’

With every single step Tianlong took, the exquisite, living red-and-gold cultivation robe wrapped around his muscular body shifted and tightened.

Yuna, the beautiful, tight-bodied professor who had magically transformed into his clothing, was diligently doing her job.

Her warm, incredibly wet mouth remained permanently locked around his massive, heavy cock, hidden entirely from the world beneath the shimmering fabric.

As his thighs moved, the friction forced his thick, nine-inch shaft deeper into her throat.

He could distinctly feel the soft, plush weight of her heavy breasts pressing flat against his own hard abs, mimicking the feeling of silk, while her tongue swirled relentlessly around his sensitive tip.

Every stride he took was a miniature thrust directly into her devoted mouth.

"Haaah..." Tianlong let out a low, vibrating breath, his crimson-gold eyes narrowing slightly as another wet, sloppy wave of suction violently milked his throbbing length.

Before he could lose himself entirely to the hidden, agonizing pleasure, he suddenly noticed a distinct shift in the atmosphere. The heavy, depressing gloom of the slave market faded away, replaced by the warm, flickering glow of a festive area going on just ahead.

Noticing it, he lazily walked in. The scenery shifted completely. Here, people were actually laughing. Families were celebrating together, and a massive, roaring fire was burning brightly in the middle of a large clearing.

This area was far separated from the slave-trading town; it seemed the normal, honest workers who had arrived from far away had settled here, selling their humble crafts and doing odd jobs here and there to survive.

Tianlong approached the edge of the clearing and took a seat on a massive, heavy tree log. The sudden change in his posture caused his hips to tilt upward.

’Glck!’

Beneath the magical fabric, his thick cock instantly plunged deeper into Yuna’s throat.

He felt her soft, hidden throat muscles violently spasm and clench around his ridiculous girth, a muffled, highly aroused vibration humming directly against his groin.

He simply smirked, lazily resting his large hand over his stomach, his fingers lightly brushing the fabric, effectively petting her invisible head.

He breathed in the crisp night air, observing everything with a detached, god-like gaze. His eyes drifted towards the small, energetic children playing and running around the massive bonfire, their innocent laughter ringing into the night.

Looking at them, a strangely nostalgic, deeply complex thought crossed his mind. A soft, almost imperceptible smile formed on his lips as he felt another wet, highly devoted suck off on his cock from the living clothes.

The intense, pulling sensation instantly triggered a vivid memory of Una.

He remembered the way Una’s insanely thick, heavy boobs would bounce violently against his chest, her tear-filled, desperate eyes looking up at him as she begged, telling him that she could give him a child.

She wanted to completely fill her own womb with his boiling seed, desperately yearning to bear the terrifying offspring of a monster.

’Sigh...’ Tianlong thought, shaking his head slightly to clear the domestic, complicated thoughts. He was a conqueror, a being of pure, rapacious lust and absolute dominance.

Children were a complication he didn’t need to dwell on right now.

Finally finishing the savory beef dumpling, he casually threw the remaining piece of the wrapper away.

’Thwack.’

Suddenly, the crumpled wrapper fell directly at the feet of a woman standing just a few yards away.

Tianlong’s crimson-gold eyes lazily shifted toward her. She was a modest-looking woman, dressed in simple, slightly worn-out villager clothes.

But despite the drab fabric, her underlying figure was undeniably ripe.

Her breasts were naturally heavy and soft, pulling tightly against the cheap material of her blouse, while her wide, highly fertile hips hinted at a body that was practically begging to be properly used.

She was currently holding the hand of her husband, a scruffy, tired-looking man who had a small child casually slung over his shoulder.

"Please..." the woman was whispering, her voice soft and hopeful, completely unaware of the terrifying monster watching her every move. She pointed toward a nearby merchant’s stall. "I just want that talking lovely... it’s a festival, and it would look so beautiful in the house."

She was practically begging for a small, cheap, festive trinket, her heavy boobs shifting and jiggling slightly as she leaned closer to her husband, seeking his affection.

But the man was clearly ignoring her. He didn’t even bother looking at the trinket or his wife’s pleading, beautiful face.

"You’re stupid," the husband snapped, his voice harsh and deeply dismissive, completely humiliating her in the middle of the crowded festival. "We don’t need that useless garbage. Stop wasting my time." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The woman flinched, her soft, beautiful face falling instantly. The sheer, devastating rejection stung her, her shoulders slumping in absolute defeat.

Clearly ignoring her pain, the husband violently yanked his hand out of her gentle grasp.

"Leave me," he grunted, turning his back on her entirely and walking forward with the child, completely abandoning his wife in the middle of the dirt path.

The woman stood there, frozen. Her delicate hands clutched the fabric of her cheap skirt, her chest heaving as she swallowed down the bitter, humiliating lump in her throat.

She looked so entirely vulnerable, so utterly starved for basic, fundamental appreciation.

Slowly, she turned her head, her gaze dropping to the discarded dumpling wrapper near her feet. As she looked up, her eyes suddenly collided with the terrifying, imposing figure sitting on the tree log.

’badump’