Low. The sound of a woman doing something she considers both duty and pleasure and has no interest in distinguishing between the two.

Her hand moving slowly along his shaft while her mouth worked.

"They’re guarding the passage," he said.

His hand found her hair.

Not rough. Just — ’found’ it, the way his hand had found things all evening and all day and across however long this had been.

"Mermaids. They’re preventing crossing into the inner circle."

His cock was fully hard now. The shadow on her face had deepened.

"But they’re letting the inner ones out."

His gaze was still on the ocean.

"What do they want."

Yu Xiang pulled off his balls.

"Mmhn~."

Licked the underside of his shaft in a single long stroke from root to crown.

"I don’t know," she said, to his cock, which was at eye level and receiving more of her attention than the question.

She took the head into her mouth.

Closed her lips around it.

Sucked.

"Urgh—"

The sound he made was low. Private. The sound of a man whose line of thought has been interrupted by something that deserves interrupting.

"You’ve gotten good at that," he said.

She pulled off with a wet sound.

Looked up.

"Anything," she said, with the warm sincerity of someone who has thought about this and means it, "to impress my husband."

She licked his balls again.

Sucked one into her mouth.

Her other hand still working the shaft, slow, thorough, the technique of a woman who has learned what he responds to and applies the knowledge without announcement.

The warmth arrived on his left side.

Akane.

He didn’t look — didn’t need to, her cultivation signature was as familiar to him as his own breathing — but his hand moved, found the round swell of her belly first, then her hip, the nine tails arranging themselves around the contact with their usual autonomous hospitality.

Her body against his arm.

The round belly pressing warm against him.

Her golden eyes looking up at his face with the expression that contained everything she felt about him in a form she’d never once needed to make explicit.

Then on his right.

The elf.

He felt her before she arrived — the thick press of her body against his right side, the elven body cultivation’s density palpable even through his robe, her green hair at his shoulder.

Her breast arrived against his arm first.

Then the rest of her — full, soft over the muscle beneath, the elf’s specific combination of cultivated density and natural abundance — pressing against him with the energy of someone who has been watching Yu Xiang work for thirty seconds and has strong feelings about it.

She looked down at Yu Xiang with the specific expression of a woman who is being professional about something she does not find agreeable.

Professionally.

With great restraint.

Tianlong looked at the ocean.

Yu Xiang’s mouth on his cock.

Akane’s belly against his arm.

The elf’s breast against his other arm.

The mountain, the dead stone, the question of mermaids watching from the water.

"We should move," he said.

"To the Mermaid territory." A breath. "Rather than—"

He gestured broadly at the current arrangement.

"—this."

All movement stopped.

The three women — in their various positions and states of applied activity — looked at him with a unified expression that crossed cultivation levels, species, and the individual personality differences between a butterfly-void wielder, a nine-tailed seer, and a green-haired elven array master.

The expression said: ’we heard that.’

"New women," Akane said.

Her golden eyes, which had been soft, acquired an edge.

"You have new women."

Her tails, which had been arranged pleasantly, reconfigured.

"And now’ you want to go to Mermaid territory."

A pause.

"Rather than us."

"That’s not—"

"Sabrina," the elf said, beside him.

The name landing with the tone of a woman who has been peripherally aware of a situation and has decided to acknowledge it directly. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"You spent a day with Sabrina."

Her green eyes were on his face.

"And now you’re bored of us."

"I’m not—"

"Fufu."

Yu Xiang, from below. Still holding his cock. Looking up.

"You ’are’ though," she said pleasantly. "A little."

She licked the underside of his shaft while maintaining eye contact.

"Mnh~."

"Aren’t you."

Tianlong looked down at her.

Then at Akane.

Then at the elf.

Three women, three expressions, the unified architecture of an emotional argument conducted from three directions simultaneously while one of the arguers was actively sucking his cock.

His cock, in question, was casting a shadow across Yu Xiang’s cheek that had grown considerably since this conversation started.

He breathed.

The breath of a man who has won encounters that would have destroyed entire cultivation realms and is currently losing a conversation on a dead mountain.

"Fine," he said.

Yu Xiang’s tongue moved.

"Fine."

Akane’s expression shifted — the edge softening, the tails relaxing — by exactly the amount of a woman who has gotten what she wanted and is willing to be generous about it.

"Pleasure palace. Information from the naked woman." He looked at all three of them. "While I—"

He looked down at Yu Xiang.

"—while we—"

He found the elf’s hair with his free hand.

"You know what I mean."

"Yes," the elf said.

The green eyes warm now.

"We know exactly what you mean."

Yu Xiang stood.

His cock free of her mouth, glistening, the shadow of it falling across her chest as she rose.

She adjusted her dress with one hand.

Her expression: the satisfied composure of someone who has conducted a negotiation from an advantageous position.

"Defeated husband," she said, to the mountain.

Fondly.

Akane made a sound.

Small. The sound that nine tails make when their owner is trying not to laugh.

The elf’s shoulders moved.

The movement of shoulders that are also trying not to do something.

Tianlong looked at his three women — the butterfly-void wielder, the nine-tailed pregnant seer, the thick elven array master — on a dead mountain with a headless body to their left and the question of mermaids to the east and a naked vitality-thief waiting in a butterfly somewhere inside a palace.

"Are you finished," he said.

"Fufu."

They vanished.

All of them, together, in the clean instant of coordinated cultivation movement — no portal, no visual fanfare, no trail for anyone watching from the ocean to follow.