Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 41- Taking Bath

Zhao Liling stood at the front, trying desperately to hold together her torn robes. The expensive silk hung in tatters from her shoulders, barely covering her breasts—and failing even at that.

Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin under-layer, dark pink circles pressing against white fabric.

She was slender but with subtle curves—B-cup breasts that jiggled slightly with her nervous breathing, narrow waist, hips that flared just enough to promise fertility.

Her ass was perky rather than thick, round and firm, and the torn skirt showed flashes of pale thigh and the curve of one ass cheek when she shifted.

Pretty face. Delicate. Noble breeding evident in her bone structure.

Virgin, his enhanced senses confirmed. He could smell it—the specific pheromone signature of an untouched woman.

Twenty-three years old. Ripe.

Next was Chen Suyin, the loyal maid. Thirty-two, plain-faced but with a body that made up for it. She was thick—the kind of thickness that came from years of physical labor mixed with good peasant stock.

Her breasts were easily D-cups, heavy and full, sagging just slightly with natural weight. They strained against her torn shirt, nipples large and dark, visible as prominent bumps. Her hips were wide—childbearing hips, meant for pushing out babies—and her ass was massive. Two huge globes of soft flesh that her tattered skirt couldn’t even begin to contain.

When she bowed her head in submission, he could see straight down between her thick thighs where her torn skirt had ridden up—the dark triangle of her bush, the heavy outer lips of her pussy, still slightly swollen from where the bandit had started to force entry.

Not virgin. Probably had kids. Body thoroughly broken in.

The third woman was Mei, younger at twenty-five. Average build but with notable breasts—C-cups that bounced independently with every breath, nipples small and pointed, visible through her shredded clothing. Her ass was moderate, round and soft-looking.

Fourth was Hua, maybe twenty-eight. Another thick one, shorter than Suyin but built similar—heavy breasts, wide hips, plush ass that her torn pants showed off beautifully. He could see the outline of her ass crack, the way the fabric had torn right down the center seam.

And last was Xiao, the youngest servant at nineteen. Petite everywhere except her breasts, which were surprisingly large for her frame—perky C-cups that defied gravity, with nipples that were perpetually hard and visible. Her ass was small but perfectly shaped, and her torn skirt showed she had the smoothest, palest thighs of all of them.

Five women. Five different flavors of female body. All exposed to varying degrees. All keeping their heads down in perfect submission.

All his for the taking if he wanted.

His cock twitched, starting to swell.

He watched Liling’s eyes flick down, saw her notice, saw her face flush brilliant red before she snapped her gaze away.

So aware. So reactive.

"Move ahead," he said casually, gesturing down the forest path. "I’ll follow."

They hesitated—confusion flickering across faces—but obeyed. Started walking in a tight group, supporting each other, keeping their heads down.

And Cang fell into step behind them, enjoying the view.

## The March

From behind, it was glorious.

Five asses swaying with each step. Different sizes, different shapes, all exposed to varying degrees by torn clothing.

Suyin’s massive cheeks jiggled with each movement, the heavy flesh bouncing against itself, her torn skirt riding up further until he could see the bottom curve of both globes. The fabric was bunched in her ass crack, showing pale skin marked with faint bruises from where the bandit had grabbed her.

Hua’s thick ass swayed side to side, her torn pants splitting further with each step until the entire crack was visible, the dark line disappearing between plush cheeks.

Liling’s perky ass was less covered now—the torn robes had shifted, exposing one entire cheek. Pale, smooth, perfectly round. He could see the side of her hip, the curve where ass met thigh.

Mei and Xiao walked close together, their moderate and small asses both partially visible through strategically torn fabric.

All of them were trying to maintain dignity. Failing. Every step exposed more skin, showed more curve, revealed more of what should have been private.

Like walking dogs. Or bitches in heat being paraded for inspection.

The thought made his cock harden further, swelling to half-mast, swaying heavily between his legs as he walked.

Behind him, Lianhua followed silently.

Her silver eyes were locked on those mortal women’s bodies. On how her husband’s gaze raked over them. On how his cock was responding.

’He’s aroused. By THEM. By these worthless mortal sluts who—’

The jealousy was acid in her veins. Every instinct screamed to phase into butterflies, to cut them apart, to eliminate the competition—

But his command held her frozen: "Shut up until I tell you otherwise."

And beneath the jealousy was something worse. Fear.

’He’s bored of me. I’m not enough. He needs variety, needs new bodies, and I—I failed him by not caring about mortals and now he’s—’

She felt her chest constrict painfully. Felt tears burning behind her eyes.

The thought of him hating her was worse than death. Worse than anything.

So she followed silently, tails drooping, watching the man she loved admire other women’s bodies while her heart shattered.

## The Pond

They’d been walking for maybe an hour when Cang’s senses picked up water ahead. A natural pond, spring-fed, clear and deep.

Perfect.

"Stop here," he commanded.

The women halted immediately, turning to face him with questioning looks.

"I want to bathe," he said simply. "That pond ahead."

They all bowed. "Of course, Immortal Cang! We’ll—we’ll wait here while you—"

"Enter. All of you."

The words hit like physical impact. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Five faces went sheet-white. Five mouths opened in shock.

"I—Immortal Cang, we couldn’t possibly—!" Liling started, voice shaking.

"We’re unworthy to share water with—!" Suyin added desperately.

"Please, we’ll just wait here and—!"

He turned those golden dragon eyes on them, and they fell instantly silent.

"That wasn’t a request," he said softly. Dangerously. "Enter the pond. Now."

Liling’s legs moved before her mind could process. The others followed, faces pale with terror and confusion as they stumbled toward the water.

Cang walked past them, wading into the clear pond until he was waist-deep, his semi-hard cock visible beneath the surface.

Behind him, Lianhua’s tails swished—less than usual, her divine power muted by emotion and submission, but she still looked impossibly beautiful. Otherworldly.

The mortal women stood at the water’s edge, frozen with indecision.

Cang turned, water streaming down his scaled chest, and looked directly at them.

"Enter."

The command was absolute.

Liling moved first—trembling violently, still trying to hold her torn robes closed, wading into the water fully clothed.

The others followed, their torn garments immediately soaking through, becoming transparent, clinging to curves and making everything visible.

Cang watched them cluster together in the shallow water, staying as far from him as possible while still technically obeying.

Then he moved.

His hands shot out, grabbing Suyin and Hua—the two thickest MILFs—and pulling them against his body.

"AHHH—!!"

They crashed into him, massive breasts squishing against his sides, soft flesh molding around hard muscle and scales.

"I-Immortal Cang—?!" Suyin gasped, face pressed against his shoulder.

"The rest of you," he said calmly to the remaining three, "scrub my body. Clean me."

"W-we—!"

"Now."