Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 48- Waking Pillows and Blankets

In the forest,

Liling switched to his other ball, worshipping it with equal devotion, hands stroking his shaft.

"My father~ slurp~ would be ruined~ mmmh~ My family~ gluck~ destroyed~"

Tears formed in her eyes—not from the act, but from the hopeless reality of her situation.

Until Cang’s hand tightened in her hair, tilting her face up.

"And in exchange," he said, voice dropping to something dark and possessive.

He pulled his cock from her hands, positioned the head against her lips.

"In exchange, you would surrender your body to me."

THRUST.

"MMMMPPPHHHH~!!"

He pushed into her mouth, not all the way, just enough to make his point.

"Your soul to me."

He pushed deeper, hitting the back of her throat.

"GLLLKKKK~!!"

"All for me to devour."

He held her there, cock lodged in her throat, eyes boring into hers with absolute dominance.

And around his shaft, muffled and broken, she managed to speak:

"Mmmmppphh~ yesshhh~ gllkkk~ shir~ hnnggghh~ immorrrtallll~"

Yes, Sir Immortal.

She’d just sold herself completely. Body, soul, future—all to him.

For protection. For salvation. For the chance to avoid the nightmare future that awaited her.

He pulled out slowly, and she gasped, drool and pre-cum connecting her lips to his cock in obscene strands.

"HAAAAHHHH~!! Yes~" she repeated, clearer now. "Yes, Sir Immortal. This one surrenders everything. My body, my soul, my cultivation, my future—all yours. Please—"

Her voice broke with genuine emotion.

"—save my family."

Cang looked down at this mortal woman—kneeling before him, face covered in fluids, eyes desperate and devoted, offering everything—

And smiled.

"Consider it done," he said simply.

Then he pulled her back onto his cock, and she worshipped him with renewed fervor, hands and mouth working in devoted service as the sun rose on a new day.

Behind them, five broken women lay unconscious.

Before him, his newest recruit pledged absolute loyalty.

And in his mind, the twisted satisfaction grew:

’Being a hero is delicious... Now, I would just have to deal with Wujang Sect and head to bang Lin Feng’s mother.’

Liling’s mouth worked with desperate devotion, tongue sliding along his shaft, hands stroking what couldn’t fit in her mouth, eyes locked on his face seeking approval.

"Shlurrpp~... mmmmmph~... gluck gluck~..."

Cang’s hand tightened in her hair, and she felt the shift—his cock swelling further, hardening completely from her worship, the dragon scales along his shaft becoming more pronounced.

He was close.

"Deeper," he commanded, voice rough.

"Mmmmph~?!"

Before she could process, both his hands grabbed her head and pulled.

GLLLKKKKK~!!

Her eyes went wide as his cock pushed past her throat’s resistance, sliding deeper, deeper, impossibly deep—

Her throat bulged obscenely, the outline of his massive cockhead visible through the delicate skin of her neck, stretching her from the inside.

"GLLLLKKKKK~!! HNNNNGGGGHHH~!!"

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t swallow. Could only gag and choke as he held her face pressed against his pelvis, nose buried in the scales and dark hair at his base, his cock completely sheathed in her throat.

Tears streamed down her face immediately—not from emotion but pure physical response. Her hands pushed weakly against his thighs, body’s survival instinct screaming for air even as her mind stayed devoted.

Her face turned red. Then darker. Distorted by the stretch, by the lack of oxygen, by the overwhelming fullness.

"GHHHHKKK~!! HHNNNNGG~!!"

And then she felt it—

His cock pulsed.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

"Fuck—"

Cang’s groan was deep, primal, as his orgasm hit.

SPLLLRRRTTTT~!!

Thick ropes of cum erupted directly into her stomach, bypassing her mouth entirely, flooding her from the inside.

SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT~!!

Load after load after load—the sheer volume was inhuman, divine, more than any mortal man could produce. Her belly visibly distended, swelling slightly from the amount being pumped directly into her.

"HNNNNGGGGMMMPPPHHHH~!!"

She was drowning in it. Her vision darkening at the edges, consciousness flickering, body convulsing as it tried to process the invasion—

Then he pulled out.

SCHLLLOOOOORRRRPPPP~!!

His cock withdrew from her throat in one smooth motion, cum immediately erupting from her mouth as the seal broke—

"GHHHAAAAAHHHHKKKKK~!! COUGH COUGH~!! HAAAAAAHHHHH~!!"

She collapsed forward onto her hands and knees, coughing violently, thick white cum pouring from her mouth and nose, dripping onto the ground in obscene ropes.

Her throat was destroyed—raw, aching, feeling like she’d swallowed broken glass. Her jaw screamed in pain from being stretched so wide for so long.

But beneath the pain—

Satisfaction.

She’d pleased him. Served him. Received his divine essence.

"Haaahhh~... haahhhh~... th-thank~... cough~... you~... Sir Immortal~..."

The words came out broken, raspy, her voice completely wrecked.

Cang looked down at her with casual satisfaction—this broken, cum-covered noble daughter who’d given him everything—then stepped over her collapsed form.

His foot came down gently on something soft.

He looked down. Suyin—the thick MILF maid, still unconscious on the ground, massive breasts pillowing out to the sides, cum dried on her thighs.

He pressed his foot against one heavy breast, feeling it compress under his sole, the soft flesh yielding perfectly.

Then moved to the next body. Hua—another thick one. His foot found her plush ass, rubbing the massive globe of flesh, feeling how it jiggled under the pressure.

"Wake up," he said, not loudly, but with absolute command.

His foot moved to Mei, pressing against her moderate curves. Then Xiao, his sole sliding along her petite body, over her surprisingly large breasts.

"I need to sleep now. All of you—attend me."

Groans. Whimpers. The sounds of exhausted women forcing their broken bodies to move.

Morning sun had fully risen now, golden light streaming through the trees, illuminating the clearing with almost divine radiance.

And in that light, six women’s bodies were revealed in complete, devastating detail.

Lianhua pushed herself up first, her fox ears twitching, silver eyes still red-rimmed from crying. Her body was perfect—ethereally so. Pale skin without a single blemish, perky B-cup breasts with pink nipples that stood hard in the cool morning air, narrow waist flaring to wide hips, and that plush ass that defied gravity.

But what made her stunning wasn’t just the proportions—it was the quality. Her skin had a subtle luminescence, catching light like pearl. Her white hair fell in silky waves down to her lower back. Her nine tails moved with fluid grace, white fur impossibly soft.

She looked like a goddess. An immortal fox spirit who’d walked out of legend.

Except her asshole was visibly gaped and dripping cum. Her inner thighs were marked with bite bruises. Her face showed the broken devotion of someone who’d do anything to avoid abandonment.

Divine beauty, utterly claimed.

Suyin groaned as she rolled over, and sunlight revealed every inch of her thick MILF body. Massive D-cup breasts that sagged naturally to the sides when she lay on her back, heavy with the weight of flesh that had nursed children.

Large dark areolas, thick nipples swollen from being sucked and bitten raw.

Her stomach had soft rolls—not fat, just the natural padding of a woman who’d borne life. Wide hips meant for childbearing. And her ass—gods, her ass—two huge globes of pale, jiggling flesh marked with handprint bruises.

Between her thick thighs, her pussy was swollen and red, outer lips puffy from hours of use, dark pubic hair matted with dried cum and her own fluids.

She was matronly thickness incarnate. Built for breeding and built to last.

Hua pushed herself up on trembling arms, her shorter, stockier body on full display. Similar thickness to Suyin but distributed differently—her breasts were C-cups but incredibly dense, barely sagging despite their weight.

Her hips were wide, spreading into a massive ass that showed clear handprint marks where he’d gripped and spread her.

Her face was plain but showed that peasant durability—she’d survive anything, endure anything. And her body proved it, covered in bruises and bites but still functional.