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

Chapter 320: Chapter 320-

He started with Hua.

Not because she was next in line — there was no line. There was just the cave, the sealed entrance, the three women arranged across the stone floor in different varieties of devastation, and his cock, which had not softened and showed no intention of softening.

He started with Hua because she was paralyzed and looking at him with the wide, unblinking stare of a woman whose body had been taken once already and whose mind was still trying to construct a framework for what had happened and was failing.

He knelt between her legs.

"No — please — not again — I’m still — my pussy is still—"

’Phack.’

"HIEEKK~!!"

He drove into her swollen, freshly-deflowered pussy in one stroke. Her body, still partially paralyzed by the residual toxin, arched off the floor — the motion involuntary, the muscles firing in response to stimulus they couldn’t resist. Her small tits — firm, pink-nippled, marked with bite bruises from the dead men — pressed flat against his chest.

"HAANGHH~!! — IT HURTS — IT STILL HURTS — MASTER — PLEASE — JUST — AH — AH — AAAAAHNGHHT~!!"

’Phack. Phack.’

He fucked her missionary. Deep, deliberate strokes, his full weight pressing her into the stone. Her legs, still unresponsive from the toxin, lay flat on either side of his hips — open, available, offering no resistance.

"MNGHH~!! — MY PUSSY — IT’S — I CAN FEEL IT STRETCHING — EVERY TIME YOU — HAANGHH~!! — IT’S HITTING MY WOMB AGAIN — HIEEKK~!!"

Her internal voice was a disaster. ’He’s inside me again. His cock — it’s so thick — I can feel the veins — every ridge — the head is pressing against my womb — it hurts — it hurts but my pussy is getting wetter — why — why is my body—’

"Look at me," he said.

She couldn’t. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her jaw clenched against the sounds her body was producing. His hand found her chin. Turned her face.

"Look. At. Me."

Her eyes opened. Wet. Terrified. Meeting his.

"You’re tight," he said. "For a woman who just lost her virginity, your pussy is gripping me like it doesn’t want me to leave."

"Sh-shut up — HAANGHH~!! — don’t — say things like — MNNGH~!!"

’Phack. PHACK.’

"AAAAAHNGHHT~!!"

He pulled out. Her pussy made a wet, obscene sound — the ’schlick’ of swollen tissue releasing a girth it had been forced to accommodate. Blood-tinged arousal stretched between her entrance and his cockhead in a thin string that broke and fell onto her thigh.

He turned to Yan Shu.

She was lying on her back at the pond’s edge, her Fairy Skin Art still running at full capacity, her body trembling in continuous, small pulses from the accumulated sensation. Her heavy tits rose and fell with each breath, the nipples still swollen from the tentacle’s suction and his earlier attention. Her pale eyes were aimed at nothing.

She felt him approach.

Her skin told her — the warmth of his body, the displacement of air, the vibration of his footsteps through the stone floor arriving at her back and shoulders. She felt his cock before he touched her — the heat of it, close, radiating against her inner thigh.

"Master..." Her voice was a whisper. "My skin... it’s still... everything is still..."

He pulled her legs open.

Her pussy — fucked thoroughly once already, leaking his cum — was swollen and red, the inner lips parted, the entrance still gaping from the earlier twelve-inch invasion. The Fairy Skin Art reported his touch on her inner thighs with the same excruciating resolution it reported everything.

’Phack.’

"HAANGHH~!! — MASTER — MY SKIN — I CAN FEEL — EVERYTHING — YOUR COCK — THE RIDGES — THE HEAT — IT’S — HIEEKK~!!"

He drove into her fully. Twelve inches, seated in one stroke, his cockhead pressing through her cervix and into her womb. Her back arched off the floor, her tits slamming upward toward her collarbones, the Fairy Skin Art converting the penetration into a full-body sensory event.

’Phack. Phack. PHACK.’

"AAAAAHNGHHT~!! — CANG — MASTER — I’M — MY WHOLE BODY IS — I CAN FEEL YOUR COCK IN MY SPINE — HAAIIYAANGHH~!!"

Meanwhile, Hua lay where he’d left her — legs open, pussy gaping, leaking. Her eyes tracked him across the cave. She watched him fuck the blind woman. She watched Yan Shu’s face produce expressions that her own face had just been producing.

Her pussy clenched around nothing.

’Why is it... getting wet again... I was just... he just... and now I’m watching him do it to someone else and my body is...’

She pressed her thighs together. The pressure sent a pulse through her swollen clit. She made a small sound.

He heard it.

Without pulling out of Yan Shu, he extended his hand. Qi wrapped around Hua’s ankle and pulled — dragging her across the stone floor toward them. She arrived at Yan Shu’s side, her face inches from the blind woman’s hip.

"Lick her," he said. "While I fuck her."

"I — what — I’m not — I don’t—"

His hand came down on the back of her head. Not hard. Just ’present.’ The weight of his palm against her skull, carrying the particular authority of a man who has given an instruction and expects it followed.

"Please — I’ve never — with a woman — I—"

"You’ve never done a lot of things. Today is a day of firsts."

He pushed her head down.

Hua’s face arrived at Yan Shu’s pussy — or more precisely, at the junction where his cock was buried inside it. Her nose pressed against his shaft. Her lips arrived at Yan Shu’s swollen clit.

The taste was immediate. Cum and arousal and blood and the particular flavor of a woman’s pussy being fucked — the combination hitting Hua’s tongue with the overwhelming honesty of a sense that doesn’t know how to lie.

"Mngh~..." The sound came out of her before she could stop it. Against Yan Shu’s clit. The vibration of it traveling through the blind woman’s skin.

"HIEEKK~!!" Yan Shu’s whole body jolted. "WHAT — SOMETHING IS — ON MY — MASTER — SOMEONE IS — HAANGHH~!!"

"Hua," Cang said. "The paralyzed one. She’s licking your clit while I fuck you."

"No — don’t tell her — that’s — AH — AH — IT’S MAKING IT WORSE — KNOWING WHO IS — HAAAIYAANGHH~!!"

’Phack. Phack.’

"AAAAHNGHHT~!! — MASTER — HER TONGUE AND YOUR COCK — AT THE SAME TIME — MY SKIN CAN’T — IT’S TOO MUCH — I’M — HIEEKK~!!"

He fucked Yan Shu while Hua’s tongue worked her clit. The combination — twelve inches driving into her womb and a wet tongue lapping at her most sensitive point — produced sounds from Yan Shu that were no longer recognizable as language.

’Phack. Phack. PAAAHH.’

"HIEEKNGHH~!! AAAAHNGHH~!! HAAAIYAANGHH~!!"

He pulled out of Yan Shu and pushed his cock against Hua’s face.

She gasped. His cock — wet, hot, carrying the taste of Yan Shu and his cum — pressed against her lips.

"Clean it," he said.

She opened her mouth.

’Gluck. Gluck.’

She tasted Yan Shu on his cock. The same flavor her tongue had just been collecting directly from the source, now concentrated on the shaft of a man who was holding her head in place with one hand while she sucked the blind woman’s pussy off his cock.

"Mngh~... gluck... gluck..."

He pulled from her mouth. Positioned himself at her pussy — still swollen, still leaking from the earlier fuck. Drove in.

’Phack.’

"KYAAANGHHT~!!" Hua screamed into Yan Shu’s thigh, her face pressed against the blind woman’s skin. "IT’S — IN ME — AGAIN — HAANGHH~!!"

He fucked Hua while her face was pressed against Yan Shu’s pussy. Each thrust drove her mouth harder against the blind woman’s swollen flesh, her moans vibrating through Yan Shu’s skin.

"MNGHH~!! — HER MOUTH — IT’S — EVERY TIME HE THRUSTS — HAANGHH~!! — HER LIPS PRESS — HIEEKK~!!"

’Phack. Phack. PHACK.’

He alternated. Three strokes into Hua. Pull out. Three strokes into Yan Shu. Pull out. Back to Hua. Each transition produced a wet, obscene sound — the ’schlick pop’ of a cock leaving one well-fucked pussy and arriving at another.

Hua’s pussy was tighter — thinner, more resistance, the walls gripping him with the desperate, inexperienced clutch of a body that had been virgin an hour ago.

Yan Shu’s was more responsive — the Fairy Skin Art making every inch of her canal a separate, high-resolution sensor, each thrust producing a cascade of clenching and releasing that rippled along his shaft.

"HAANGHH~!! — MASTER — SWITCHING BETWEEN US — MY PUSSY — I CAN’T — THE EMPTY — WHEN YOU LEAVE — HIEEKK~!!"

"Mngh~!! — DON’T — STOP — PLEASE — I WAS ALMOST — HAANGHHT~!!"

He stopped alternating. He pulled Hua up. Positioned her above Yan Shu — face to face, the two women aligned, Hua’s small tits pressing against Yan Shu’s heavy ones, their nipples meeting.

He entered Hua from behind.

’Phack.’

"HIEEKK~!!"

Then pulled out and entered Yan Shu — the angle adjusted, his cock sliding between Hua’s thighs to reach the blind woman’s pussy below.

’Phack.’

"HAANGHH~!!"

Back to Hua.

’Phack.’

"MNNGH~!!"

Back to Yan Shu.

’Phack.’

"AAAAHNGHHT~!!"

The women’s faces were inches apart. Hua’s eyes — wet, terrified, overwhelmed — were open. Yan Shu’s were closed, but her skin was reading everything — Hua’s breath against her face, Hua’s nipples against hers, Hua’s small tits pressing into her heavy ones with each of his thrusts.

"You’re... crying..." Yan Shu whispered. Her voice came out between thrusts, broken. "I can feel... your tears... on my shoulder..."

"I can’t... stop..." Hua’s voice cracked. "He keeps... switching... and my pussy... it’s... it doesn’t know which... it’s supposed to be full or empty..."

He grabbed Hua’s hips. Held her still. Fucked her with deep, deliberate strokes — three, four, five — while Yan Shu lay beneath them both, the Fairy Skin Art reading the entire event through the pressure and heat and vibration of two bodies fucking on top of her.

’Phack. PHACK. PAAAHH.’

"AAAAHNGHHT~!! — MASTER — I’M — CUMMING — HIEEKK~!!"

Hua came. Her pussy clamped around him in crushing, rhythmic waves. Her body collapsed forward onto Yan Shu, her face pressing into the blind woman’s neck, her small tits mashing flat against Yan Shu’s heavy ones.

He pulled out of Hua and drove into Yan Shu.

’PHACK.’

"HAAIIYAANGHH~!!"