Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World

Chapter 313: Chapter 313- Continued

He licked the cotton. The wet spot grew. He sucked the fabric into his mouth, tasting her through it, his tongue pressing the damp cloth against her virgin slit. "Mmm. Virgin pussy juice. I can taste it through the cloth. She’s wet. The bitch is wet."

Hua’s mind was breaking. She could feel everything — the tongue against her panties, the mouth on her nipple, the cock choking her throat. She wanted to scream. Nothing came out but muffled gurgles and the tears that wouldn’t stop.

"Let’s get these off," the scarred man said, lifting his mouth from her breast with a wet sound. He grabbed her panties and pulled.

The cotton tore.

Her pussy was exposed — virgin, untouched, a thin line of dark hair above pale pink lips that glistened with involuntary arousal from the forced stimulation. The men stared.

"Fuck," the fat man breathed. "Look at that tight little cunt. Like it was made for us."

"Virgin," the tall man said, pulling out of her mouth with a thick, wet sound. He stroked himself, looking down at her tear-streaked face. "I’m taking it first. I planned this. I bought the poison."

"Like hell," the scarred man said, shoving him. "I held her down. I get first dip. My cock is thicker."

They argued. Pushed each other. The tall man grabbed her hips and lined up his curved cock against her entrance. Hua felt the heat of it against her folds and her mind went white with terror. No. No. Please. Not my first time. Not like this.

"Ready?" the tall man grinned. "Here it—"

Splash.

Cang rose from the pond like a shark breaching.

Water cascaded from his naked body. His cock — still hard, still glistening with Yan Shu’s arousal and the pond water — hung heavy and dark between his thighs, twelve inches of flushed meat. He didn’t speak. He didn’t warn them.

He moved.

His hand came up in a casual arc. Qi — invisible, silent, absolute — swept across the three men in a single horizontal wave.

Their heads left their bodies.

Not cut. Not severed by blade. Just... separated. Cleanly. The necks opened in three simultaneous red fountains, blood spraying upward in thick arcs that painted the stone pillar, the ceiling, and Hua’s paralyzed, naked body in a hot, wet rain.

Three bodies dropped.

Three heads rolled across the floor, eyes still blinking.

Cang stood in the shallows, water dripping from his abs, his cock still erect, his expression unchanged. He looked at Hua.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Hua stared at him. Naked. Paralyzed. Covered in blood and saliva and tears and the cum that had leaked from the tall man’s cock onto her chin. Her eyes were wide with confusion and terror. She tried to speak. Her mouth worked. "W-wait... a-are... what... what are you trying to do?"

She thought he was the next one. Her mind, shattered by the assault, couldn’t process that he’d killed her attackers. She only saw a naked man, a monster cock, blood everywhere, and her own naked, spread body.

"Don’t—" she whimpered. "Please... don’t..."

Footsteps.

Sun Mei ran in from the east corridor, sword drawn, her face flushed from running. She’d heard the wet sounds — or sensed the qi void. She stopped at the archway.

Her eyes took in the scene:

Three headless corpses, blood pooling.

A naked, paralyzed woman covered in blood and cum and tears, legs spread, pussy exposed.

And a naked man — Cang — standing over her with a cock that could only be described as a weapon, blood dripping from his hands, water running down his thighs.

"You—" Sun Mei’s sword came up, trembling. "You bastard! You killed them and you were assaulting her! I knew it! I knew the Lin Clan was filth! You raped her!"

Cang sighed. "What a hassle."

Sun Mei lunged.

She was fast — early Nascent Soul, her father’s training, her sword a clean arc of silver aimed at his throat. Her blue robes flared, her dark hair swung, her eyes blazed with genuine fury.

Cang vanished.

Not moved fast. Vanished. The void in the qi field became literal absence.

He appeared behind Sun Mei.

His hand came down on the junction of her neck and shoulder — precise, surgical, carrying just enough qi to interrupt consciousness without damage.

"Hk—" Sun Mei’s eyes rolled back. Her sword clattered to the stone. Her body went limp.

Cang caught her before she hit the ground. He lowered her — not gently, just efficiently — and laid her on her back. Her round face, her glossy dark hair, her blue allied-family robes. Her chest rose and fell. Unconscious. Her sword lay three feet away, useless.

Cang looked around.

Three women.

Yan Shu at the pond’s edge, half-submerged, naked, her paralyzed legs floating in the water, her pussy gaping and leaking his cum and her arousal, her face flushed and wrecked from the underwater fucking, her tits still floating with nipples hard.

Hua at the pillar base, paralyzed by poison, naked, blood-spattered, tears still running, her virgin pussy exposed and trembling, her small tits marked with bite bruises.

Sun Mei on the stone floor, unconscious, fully clothed but vulnerable, her robes hiked up from the fall, showing a strip of pale thigh.

Cang’s cock twitched. It had not softened for a single second.

He looked down at it. Then at the three bodies.

"You all three," he said, "would have to pay for the interruption."

He raised his hand.

Qi wrapped around Yan Shu first — lifting her from the water, her wet body dripping, her tits swinging, her hair plastered to her back, her legs dangling useless. Then Hua — lifted from the blood pool, her limp body floating in the air, her spread legs still open, her pussy on full display. Then Sun Mei — rising, her sword left behind, her robes hanging open where the fall had loosened them, her dark hair falling around her face.

Telekinesis.

He walked toward a side corridor. The three women floated behind him like a comet’s tail — naked, wet, unconscious or paralyzed, their bodies swaying with each step he took, tits bouncing, asses jiggling, legs parted.

He found a cave chamber. Deep. Private. No constructs. A natural alcove in the Labyrinth’s basalt heart, ten feet across, dry floor, warm air.

He set them down — Yan Shu on her back, Hua beside her, Sun Mei on the other side.

He looked at the entrance. A massive boulder sat nearby, roughly spherical, twice a man’s height.

He snapped his fingers.

The boulder rose, turned, and slammed into the cave mouth with a thunderous crack that shook dust from the ceiling. It sealed them inside.

Darkness.

Except for the faint glow of his qi, illuminating three women and one very hard, very wet, very ready cock.

Cang looked at them.

"Now," he said. "Where were we?"

Yan Shu whimpered from the floor. "Master... my skin... it’s still reading everything..."

Hua’s eyes tracked him, paralyzed, terrified, unable to close her legs.

Sun Mei breathed, unconscious, her chest rising and falling, her robes parted at the chest.

Cang knelt between Yan Shu’s legs.

Phack.

"HIEEKK~!!"

The cave filled with the wet, filthy sounds of a man who had been interrupted and was now collecting his due.

Pah. Pah. PAAAHH.

"AAAAHNGHH~!! — MY PUSSY — IT’S TOO MUCH — HAAIIYAANGH~!!"