The Rich Cultivator

Chapter 748. The Conclusion?

Inside the Bedroom

Tyler groaned deeply as waves of pleasure coursed through his body. The air in the lavish royal chamber was thick with the scent of jasmine incense, sweat, and raw desire. Tansy, her lithe form glistening under the soft golden light of floating orbs, moaned loudly as she pressed herself against him from the front. Her full breasts brushed against his chest with every breath, her hands exploring the hard planes of his muscles. Behind him, Rose —now fully grown into a stunning, curvaceous woman with long auburn hair cascading down her back— kissed the nape of his neck with hungry, open-mouthed kisses. Her naked body molded perfectly against his back, her hips grinding slowly, teasing him with the heat radiating from her core.

Not content to watch, Ariel slipped into the fray with a sultry laugh. The elegant, silver-haired beauty gently but firmly pulled Tansy aside, her eyes locked on Tyler’s with predatory hunger. She straddled him in one fluid motion, guiding his throbbing length inside her slick warmth. A shared moan escaped both of them as she sank down fully, her inner walls clenching around him rhythmically. Ariel’s hands braced on his shoulders as she began to ride him with practiced grace, her breasts bouncing with each downward thrust.

Tyler’s head spun in a haze of confusion and ecstasy. ’How did this happen?’

He could barely form coherent thoughts. Not only were Tansy and Rose here—naked and eager—but their mother too, lounged on the massive silk-covered bed beside them. Her body bore the faint marks of recent passion, her lips swollen and her skin flushed. She watched the scene with half-lidded eyes, one hand lazily trailing between her own thighs.

A flash of memory hit Tyler: the hallucination—or was it?— He once Hallucinated doing with Tansy’s mom.

The session grew fiercer. Bodies tangled, lips met, hands roamed. Moans and gasps filled the room as the women took turns worshipping him. Ariel’s pace quickened, her climax building until she cried out, shuddering around him. Tansy replaced her almost immediately, her mature, tighter body driving him wild with desperate energy. Rose and her sister, her mother joined in with kisses and caresses, their soft voices whispering filthy encouragements.

After what felt like hours of intense, sweat-soaked pleasure, Tyler finally pulled away, chest heaving. He left the four women sprawled across the enormous bed in various states of blissful exhaustion, their limbs entwined. He walked on unsteady legs toward the tall arched window overlooking the capital city.

Below, the streets were alive with celebration. Thousands of citizens gathered around massive statues erected in his honor—golden effigies of Tyler standing tall, sword raised, radiating power. People chanted his name, laid offerings of flowers and jewels at the statues’ feet, and worshipped him openly as a living god. Banners bearing his crest fluttered in the breeze. The entire nation seemed to pulse with prosperity: lush gardens bloomed where ruins once stood, grand architecture gleamed under the sun, and the people looked healthy, happy, and devoted.

"I am the First Citizen," Tyler murmured, the title feeling both surreal and strangely fitting. "Did I miss some Chapters?"

He tried to recall the battle. The fall of the Golden Palace and then Everything after that blurred into fragments. A void in his memory that gnawed at him.

He turned back to the room. Ariel and Tansy’s mom had recovered enough to embrace each other passionately on the bed, their tongues dancing, bodies arching in renewed arousal. The sight stirred Tyler once more, his body responding instantly.

"You’re married," he said, voice rough. "Both of you. What are you doing here?"

Ariel broke the kiss with a wicked smile and approached him, completely naked, her hips swaying. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her warm, supple body against his. "According to the laws of the realm, any woman in this country may serve the King as he wanted. It is our honor. Our duty. Our deepest pleasure. The only cause to born as woman."

Tansy’s mom on the other side, her mature curves complementing Ariel’s elegance. "Don’t you like us, my King?" she purred, her voice like velvet. "Even our husbands sent us willingly. They understand that pleasing you brings glory to their houses."

Tyler’s brow furrowed. "Since when did I become king?"

Ariel’s eyes sparkled with mischief and adoration. "My King, you have ruled for eighty glorious years since the Kingdom of Embers was reborn from the ashes of war. Because of you, prosperity flows like rivers. Hunger is unknown. The people live in peace and abundance. You are the eternal flame that lights our way."

Eighty years? The words clashed violently with his sense of time. Before he could protest, both women sank gracefully to their knees before him. Their soft hands and eager mouths worked in perfect harmony, drawing deep groans from Tyler’s throat. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost too perfect, as if designed to distract him.

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Another exhausting round later, Tyler dressed in a simple robe of black and gold silk and left the chamber. The corridors of the palace were lined with women— guards, servants, attendants— all dressed in revealing silks that left little to the imagination. As he passed, many bent over deliberately, offering tantalizing views of their bodies. Their eyes burned with open lust and reverence. Some whispered invitations; others simply gazed at him with worshipful hunger.

The palace itself was a marvel: floating platforms connected by shimmering bridges of light, gardens suspended in mid-air, and fountains that sang melodic tunes. Everything spoke of advanced, almost magical technology mixed with ancient grandeur.

Tyler made his way to the central Throne Room, a vast circular chamber dominated by a magnificent flying platform. The throne itself hovered at the center, carved from a single piece of star-iron and embedded with glowing crystals. He dismissed the assembled officials—the Elders of the Embers—with a curt wave. They bowed deeply and retreated without question.

Alone, Tyler sat upon the throne. Power hummed beneath him, ancient and vast.

"Come out," he called, his voice echoing through the chamber. "I know you did something the moment I destroyed the Flying Palace."

Silence.

"You think you can fool me?" he growled. "What is this? A simulation? A dream? A constructed reality?"

Still nothing.

Tyler’s eyes narrowed. "Then I should try destroying this world and see if you remain silent."

The reaction was immediate.

Everything froze. Birds hung motionless in the sky visible through the transparent dome. Servants and courtiers became living statues. The very air seemed to stop moving.

A shimmering object materialized in the air before the throne—an intricate, geometric construct of shifting light and metallic facets that defied easy description. It pulsed with immense, controlled energy.

"You finally showed yourself," Tyler said, rising slowly from the throne. His voice was calm but laced with steel. "Decateron."