Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 38 - The Prayer of the Weak

The scene crystallized in his enhanced perception:

Main target seemed to be a young woman, maybe early twenties, wearing torn silk that had once been expensive. Zhao Liling, his mind supplied from overheard words—daughter of some merchant lord.

Her maid was beside her, maybe thirty, trying to protect her mistress despite being weaker and equally terrified.

Two other women—servants probably—were being held by two bandits while a third started tearing at the young mistress’s clothes.

The fourth bandit was stroking his cock through his pants, watching with obvious anticipation.

"Please! My father will pay! Double! Triple! Just don’t—!"

SLAP!

"Shut up, bitch! Your daddy should’ve paid for better guards! Now you’re gonna pay with that noble cunt!"

Cang’s jaw clenched, Arjun’s humanity surging forward with visceral disgust.

’Rape. They’re about to gang-rape helpless civilians.’

The Heavenly Demon wouldn’t have cared. Would’ve seen mortals as beneath notice, their suffering irrelevant.

But Arjun—’doctor’ Arjun, who’d spent his Earth life saving humans and animals without discrimination—

He couldn’t ignore this.

"These mortals..."

Lianhua’s voice broke through his focus. She’d sensed the situation too, her void abilities giving her perfect spatial awareness.

"There is no need for us to waste time on—"

He turned and glared at her.

Not angry. Not disappointed.

’Disgusted’.

The look hit her like a physical blow. She flinched, stepping back instinctively, tail between her legs, eyes wide with sudden fear and confusion.

"I am disappointed in you, Lianhua."

Four words. Said quietly, calmly.

They devastated her more thoroughly than any amount of physical punishment.

"W-what? I just—they’re only mortals, it’s normal for cultivators to not interfere with—"

But he was already gone.

His body vanished in a burst of speed, Foundation Establishment cultivation allowing him to cross half a mile in seconds.

Lianhua stood frozen on the cliff, naked and confused, trying to process what just happened.

What had she said wrong?

Mortals died all the time. Cultivators didn’t interfere with mortal affairs unless it benefited them. That was just... ’how it was’. Everyone knew that.

So why—?

Her chest clenched painfully. The look on his face. That ’disgust’.

Directed at her.

At HER.

His devoted wife, who’d done everything for him, who’d—

"P-PLEASE HUSBAND FORGIVE ME!!"

The words tore from her throat as she ran, her tails wrapping around her body in a cocoon of soft fur for modesty, void energy propelling her forward in a streak of purple-black light.

She didn’t understand what she’d done wrong.

But she needed his forgiveness more than she needed to breathe.

The Mortal’s Nightmare

"NOOO!! PLEASE!! SOMEONE HELP US!!"

The young noblewoman’s scream echoed through the forest clearing, raw and desperate, but there was no one left to hear. No one who could help.

The merchant caravan’s guards lay dead—throats slit, bodies cooling in pools of blood. Her father’s most trusted men, reduced to corpses in seconds when the bandits had ambushed them at dawn.

Zhao Liling trembled on her knees, her expensive silk robes torn at the shoulder, exposing the curve of her collarbone and the swell of her breast barely contained by her inner garment. She was twenty-three, beautiful in that delicate way noble daughters were—pampered skin, soft hands, a body that had never known hardship.

Until now.

"Please!" She tried again, voice cracking. "My father is Zhao Merchant Lord! He’ll pay! Whatever you want! Just please don’t—!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

SLAP!

The backhand caught her across the face, snapping her head sideways. Pain exploded through her cheek, and she tasted copper—blood from where her teeth had cut her inner lip.

"Your daddy ain’t here, princess," the bandit leader—Scarface, they’d called him—sneered down at her. He was a mountain of a man, filthy and reeking of sweat and cheap alcohol, his face marked by a jagged scar running from temple to jaw. "Just us. And we’re gonna have some fun before we send the ransom letter."

Liling’s eyes darted desperately to the side—

Her maid, Chen Suyin, was on the ground a few feet away, held down by another bandit. Suyin was thirty-two, plain-faced but loyal, had served the Zhao family for fifteen years. Now her skirt was being torn away by rough hands—

RIIIP!

"NO!! YOUNG MISS, DON’T LOOK—!!" Suyin screamed, but her words cut off in a choked sob as the bandit—Hairy Wang, the others called him—yanked the fabric completely away.

Her legs were exposed. Thick thighs, pale skin marked with faint scars from years of labor. And between them—

Hairy Wang grabbed her knees and forced them apart, spreading her legs obscenely wide.

"Heheheh! Lookit this! Bitch ain’t even shaved! Natural bush!"

Liling’s stomach churned as she saw—couldn’t help but see—her loyal maid’s most private area exposed to the world. Dark curls of hair, the pink slit of her womanhood visible through the thatch, inner thighs trembling as Suyin sobbed and tried futilely to close her legs.

"P-please~!" Suyin begged, tears streaming down her face. "Not in front of Young Miss—please—!"

But Hairy Wang just laughed, already fumbling with his pants. When he pulled them down, his cock flopped out—

It was grotesque. Small, maybe four inches and thin, uncircumcised, surrounded by a mat of unwashed black hair. The smell hit even from a distance—rank, sour, the stench of a man who hadn’t bathed in weeks.

"Gonna split you open, bitch!" He positioned himself between Suyin’s spread thighs, his disgusting cock aimed at her exposed pussy—

"YOUNG MISS!! DON’T LOOK!! PLEASE CLOSE YOUR EYES—!!"

But Liling couldn’t look away, paralyzed by horror as Hairy Wang grabbed his shaft and started pushing forward—

"HEY! SCARFACE!"

Another bandit—Fatty Dong, massive gut hanging over his belt—called out from where he was holding two other servant women. "Your bitch is watching! Make her focus on you, not them!"

Scarface’s hand tangled in Liling’s hair, yanking her head around to face him.

"AAH—!!" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Yeah, you focus on me, princess," he growled, his free hand grabbing the collar of her robe and ripping downward.

RRRIIIIPPP!

The expensive silk tore like paper, exposing her inner garment—thin white fabric that did nothing to hide the shape of her breasts, the dark shadows of her nipples visible beneath.

"NO!! STOP!! PLEASE—!!"

"Or what?" Scarface laughed, reaching for her inner garment. "You gonna pray? Gonna beg the heavens for some cultivator hero to save you?"

His fingers hooked under the fabric—

"SOMEONE!! ANYONE!!" Liling screamed, desperation overriding shame. "PLEASE GOD!! IMMORTALS!! ANYONE!! SAVE US!! PLEASE—!!"

Scarface yanked, and the garment tore—

Her breasts spilled free, bouncing slightly with the motion. Modest B-cups, pink nipples already hard from fear and cold morning air. Completely exposed to four sets of hungry eyes.

"Nice tits for a noble bitch," Scarface grunted, reaching down to grope her roughly. "Soft. Never worked a day, huh?"

"NO!! DON’T TOUCH—!!"

Behind her, Suyin’s scream intensified—

"AAHHHH!! NO!! IT’S—YOU’RE—!!"

Hairy Wang was pushing into her, his small cock forcing its way past her dry entrance—

The other two servants were being stripped now too, Fatty Dong and another bandit—One-Eye Chen—tearing at their clothes, hands groping exposed flesh as the women sobbed and struggled uselessly.

This was it. This was how it ended.

Raped and murdered on a forest road, her body violated by filthy bandits, her honor destroyed—

Liling closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, and did the only thing left to her:

She prayed.

’Please... someone... anyone... save us...’