Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 277- Well Trained Slut

Her legs slowly unhooked from his waist.

They didn’t fall away — they ’unfolded’, dropping open to either side with heavy, exhausted grace, her thick thighs spreading wide across the wet grass, her belly settling forward as he eased her out of the fold.

Her chest rose and fell in slow, deep swells.

Milk still seeped from both nipples — unhurried now, lazy — tracking down the curve of each swollen breast and pooling in the hollow of her collarbone, dripping sideways when she shifted.

She was looking at him.

Not the ceiling. ’Him.’ Her eyes unfocused and half-lidded, the ahegao slowly melting into something quieter — something rawer, a look that had no name in the vocabulary of queens but that every ruined woman knew intimately.

Cang held himself above her for a moment.

Still inside her, softening slowly, his release still warm between them.

He looked at her face — read every broken, glowing, devastated thing written across it — and then he said it.

Conversationally.

The way he said everything.

"I will have to fuck your daughter to heal her."

The cave dripped.

The chains clinked once, softly, as her breath hitched.

Her lips parted.

Nothing came out for a long moment — just the faint, wet sound of her trying to locate a response in a mind that had been methodically emptied of every defense, every wall, every assembled argument she had walked in here carrying.

A single tear tracked from the outer corner of her eye.

Sideways, down her temple, into her hair.

She didn’t say ’no.’

That was the thing that would haunt whatever was left of her for every year that followed — she had been a Queen, she had walked into this cave to negotiate, she had possessed a daughter and a throne and a name that had made battlefields go quiet.

And with his cum still flooding her womb and his bite-mark cooling on her nipple, she couldn’t make the word form.

’He means it.’

’He always means it.’

’He is telling me because he is polite in the way that wolves are polite — you see the teeth before the close.’

Her hand moved.

It found the side of his face — his jaw, the hard line of it — and her thumb rested against his cheekbone in a touch that was too intimate for what they were and exactly right for what they had become.

"...she’s never been touched," she whispered.

Her voice was steady now.

Terrifyingly steady — the steadiness of a woman who had run out of things to break.

Cang’s eyes moved to hers.

"I know," he said and adding further,"though, if you join in, I might be rough on you and gentle on her."

She lay there beneath him, chest still heaving, his cum slowly leaking from her used pussy onto the grass. Her mind was hazy, floating in the afterglow of total surrender.

Then his words about her daughter settled deeper.

Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of something raw crossing her face. She swallowed, lips trembling as she processed it.

"I see..."

Her voice came out soft, almost dreamy, laced with lingering shock and a surprise that made her own body betray her again.

Without thinking, her hand found his wrist. She guided it downward, past her swollen belly, until his palm pressed firmly over her slick, cum-filled pussy. Her fingers curled around his, making him rub slow circles against her sensitive folds and clit.

"It seems I still need your cock, Master..."

Her hips rolled up into his hand as she said it, cheeks burning with humiliated need, eyes glassy with fresh tears of reluctant craving.

"Haha, what a bitch, I have got here."

Cang chuckled darkly, pulling his hand free from her dripping pussy with a wet sound. He rose slightly, his half-hard cock glistening with their mixed fluids as he sat back on his heels between her spread thighs.

Without warning, he reached forward and hooked his fingers through the golden chain connecting her swollen, leaking nipples. He yanked it upward sharply.

"’AAAAHHH—!!’"

She cried out sharply, back arching hard as the hooks tore at her sensitive pierced flesh, fresh milk spraying in thin arcs from both reddened tips. Tears instantly flooded her eyes.

He didn’t stop. His other hand found the thin chain attached to her swollen clit and gave it a firm, steady pull.

"’Haaahnnngh~!!’"

A broken moan tore from her throat as her clit was tugged outward, her whole lower body jolting. Her pregnant belly jiggled heavily with the sudden movement, the round, fluid-filled mass swaying side to side.

Desperate, she grabbed her own heavy breast with both hands, squeezing it hard as milk squirted between her fingers while he toyed with the chains.

Cang’s cock twitched and began to rise again, thickening as he watched her degrade herself.

She lifted her hips obediently, guiding the head of his growing cock to her slick entrance. But he simply slid it downward instead, dragging the thick tip slowly from her cum-leaking pussy, down along her perineum, and straight toward her ass crack.

Understanding immediately, she lifted one thick leg high, folding it back toward her shoulder like a frog offering everything, exposing both holes completely.

"I know... my pussy is very loose now, Master," she whispered breathlessly, voice trembling with shame and need. "Please enjoy this dirty pillow instead..."

From above, she looked like a complete slut — pregnant belly prominent, legs splayed wide, chains pulling on her nipples and clit, tongue slightly lolling as she panted.

His cock hardened fully, the thick head pressing insistently against her puckered anal ring.

Cang smirked.

"I would definitely taste your daughter’s anal first."

And with that, he slammed forward in one brutal thrust.

"’AAAAAAHHHHHHHH—!!!’"

Her eyes rolled back instantly, tongue hanging out as a raw scream ripped from her throat. Her pregnant belly bounced violently from the impact.

"Please... enjoy this dirty body of this bitch as you like, Master...!"

He started pounding her ass without mercy, deep, heavy thrusts that made her whole body shake. Her moans quickly turned loud and mindless, tongue lolling fully out, eyes crossed in total ahegao as her massive tits and pregnant belly jiggled with every savage slap of his hips against her.

"’AHHH~! NGHHH~~!! HAAANNNGH~~!!’"

Cang kept pounding her ass with deep, brutal strokes, her pregnant body shaking violently beneath him.

Then, without warning, he pulled out completely from her stretched, gaping hole with a wet pop.

Before she could even gasp, he grabbed her hips and roughly swung her body over.

"’Aaaah—!!’"

She cried out in pain as she fell forward onto her pregnant belly. The heavy, fluid-filled mound pressed harshly into the wet grass, compressing painfully under her own weight. Fresh tears burst from her eyes as a sharp jolt shot through her core.

"’Hnnngh—! My belly—!’"

He didn’t give her time to recover.

Cang slammed his cock straight back into her twitching ass in one savage thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

"Then get fucked like a bitch."

He immediately started pounding her hard in doggy style, his powerful hips slapping loudly against her plump ass. Every brutal thrust threw her entire body forward, making her massive pregnant belly jiggle and drag against the ground while her heavy milk-leaking tits swayed wildly beneath her.

"’AAAAHHH~!! NGHHH—!! Haaahhnngh~~!!’"

Her tongue lolled out completely, drool dripping from her open mouth as broken cries spilled out with every slam. Her eyes rolled back, face twisted in overwhelmed pleasure-pain.

Cang groaned deeply, gripping her hips tighter as he railed her without mercy.

PAH PAH PAH! PAAAAH!!!

He slammed in even harder, her whole body jerking forward again and again.

"It seems I like the taste of your twitching ass, my cumdumpster."