Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 57 - Misunderstanding

Still hard. Still thick. Nestled between their bodies, pressing into her soft belly like a hot iron bar, the shaft trapped between them, throbbing with each heartbeat.

She could feel it pulse. Feel the heat of it even through his robes and her dress. Feel how it curved slightly upward, the head pressing just below her breasts.

’Oh gods oh gods oh gods—’ her mind chanted, face burning crimson. ’He’s—it’s—I can FEEL it—’

Her late husband had been... adequate. Small, honestly. Maybe four inches when aroused. It had been enough to conceive Lin Feng, but never particularly impressive.

And since becoming a widow, the only thing that had touched her there was the wooden dildo she’d carved herself in a moment of desperate loneliness—maybe six inches, crude, something she used in shameful privacy when the ache became too much.

But this—

This cock pressing against her was easily twice that. Thick enough that she could feel its girth even through layers of fabric. Hot enough to make her belly feel flushed where it rested.

’How is it so big? Is this—is this normal for cultivators? Or is he—’

"Auntie?" Cang’s voice was amused, teasing. "We’ve arrived. You can let go now."

"I—!!"

She realized her hands were clutching his robes, fingers twisted in the fabric, body pressed voluntarily against his.

"S-SORRY—!!"

She tried to push away, but he held her for one more second—grip tightening just slightly, cock pressing just a bit harder into her soft belly—

Then released her.

Madam Lin stumbled back, face flushed, hands immediately moving to smooth her dress as if that could somehow restore her dignity.

"I apologize for the—the—" She couldn’t even finish the sentence, too flustered.

Cang just smiled. That warm, gentle smile that made her heart do stupid things.

"No need to apologize, Auntie. Spatial teleportation requires close contact. It’s purely—"

"SIR IMMORTAL—!!"

THUD THUD THUD—

Footsteps thundering through the house, and suddenly two naked women came bursting into the entrance hall—

Suyin and Xiao, both completely nude, massive breasts bouncing wildly with each running step, faces showing panic and relief in equal measure.

"SIR IMMORTAL YOU CAME BACK—!!"

They slammed into him from either side, arms wrapping around his torso, bodies pressing against him desperately.

"We thought—!!" Suyin’s voice cracked, her thick body molding against his left side, massive D-cups squishing against his ribs. "We thought you’d abandoned us—!!"

"We were so scared—!!" Xiao clung to his right side, her huge breasts compressed against his arm, petite body trembling. "We woke up here and didn’t know where—!"

Both women were crying, clinging to him like children afraid of being left behind.

And Cang—

Wrapped his arms around both of them, pulling them close, letting his hands slide down to grip their asses with obvious possession.

"Shh," he murmured soothingly. "I’m here. I won’t abandon you. You’re mine. I take care of what’s mine."

SQUEEZE.

His fingers dug into Suyin’s thick ass on one side, Xiao’s small tight cheeks on the other, kneading the flesh openly.

"Hnnnnh~" Suyin whimpered, pressing closer.

"Th-thank you, Sir Immortal~" Xiao’s voice was muffled against his chest.

And Madam Lin stood there, watching this scene with wide eyes.

A naked thick MILF on one side. A naked petite girl with huge tits on the other. Both clinging to him, both clearly devoted, both being groped openly while he held another woman—her—still dressed but flushed.

’What—what kind of relationship—?!’

But before she could process—

SLAM—!!

The front door burst open.

Enter the Daughter

"I’M GOING TO KILL THAT BASTARD—!!"

A young woman stormed into the house, fury radiating from every line of her body.

Zhang Yue.

Twenty-two years old. Madam Lin’s adopted daughter. And currently livid.

She was beautiful in that fresh, youthful way—long black hair that she was currently running frustrated fingers through, shaking it loose from its bun. Smooth skin, delicate features that would mature into stunning elegance in a few years.

But it was her body that drew immediate attention.

She wore a simple cultivation outfit—tight-fitting pants that clung to her legs and ass, a wrapped chest binding that was clearly struggling to contain substantial breasts, and an outer robe that hung open, showing everything.

Her breasts were C-cups, perky and full, straining against the binding with each angry breath. Her waist was narrow, flaring into hips that were wider than expected—not as thick as her adopted mother’s, but definitely promising that same curved build as she matured.

Her ass was round, highlighted by the tight pants, bouncing slightly with each stomping step.

And her legs—toned. Clearly she practiced body cultivation, building strength in her mortal frame even without a spiritual core.

"That Wei Family bastard sent ANOTHER letter—!" she continued ranting, eyes down, not yet noticing the scene in the entrance hall. "Saying I’m ’expected’ at the banquet tomorrow or they’ll—"

She looked up.

And froze.

Her eyes went impossibly wide, taking in the scene:

Her adopted mother—Madam Lin—standing with flushed face and rumpled dress, clearly just having been held by—

A naked man. Well, robed, but his robes hung open at the chest, showing sculpted muscle and those strange scales.

And on either side of him—

Two completely naked women, bodies pressed against him, his hands openly groping their asses, faces showing devotion and relief.

Silence.

Then—

"MOTHER—!! WHAT ARE YOU—?!"

Zhang Yue’s voice cracked with shock and rage, and she moved—

Body cultivation training activating, muscles flooding with Qi as she launched herself forward, fist cocked back, aiming for Cang’s face—

"HOW DARE YOU FORCE MY MOTHER—!!"

But Xiao reacted faster.

The petite maid’s hand shot out, still clinging to Cang with her other arm, and caught Zhang Yue’s wrist mid-punch.

GRAB—

And held it.

Effortlessly.

Zhang Yue’s eyes widened as she pulled, twisted, tried to break free—

But the small girl’s grip was iron. Unmoving. Backed by Peak Qi Condensation cultivation that utterly dwarfed Yue’s early body cultivation strength.

"What—?!" Yue gasped, staring at her trapped wrist. "How are you—?!"

’She’s—she’s stronger than—but I’ve been training for years and she’s just—!’

Realization crashed through her.

Cultivators.

Real cultivators. Not the pathetic Qi Condensation weaklings of the Wei family who barely qualified.

These were powerful.

But that realization only made her angrier.

"LET GO—!!"

She swung her other fist, aiming for the small naked girl who dared restrain her—

WHAM—!!

Her punch connected.

But not with Xiao’s face.

With her breast.

Specifically, with her huge, soft, naked right breast.

"HNNNAAAHHH~!!"

The moan that escaped Xiao’s throat was obscene—high-pitched, shocked, and undeniably sexual.

Her breast jiggled from the impact, the heavy flesh bouncing, nipple hardening instantly, and Xiao’s face flushed crimson as the sensation shot straight to her core.

Silence.

Complete, absolute silence as everyone processed what just happened.

Zhang Yue stood there, fist still pressed into soft breast-flesh, face turning scarlet with embarrassment.

Xiao trembled, still gripping Yue’s other wrist, face showing shock and arousal in equal measure.

Suyin covered her mouth, eyes wide.

Madam Lin made a strangled sound.

And Cang—

Cang was grinning.

"I—" Zhang Yue yanked her hand back like she’d been burned. "I DIDN’T—THAT WASN’T—!!"

"You—" Xiao whimpered, finally releasing Yue’s wrist, both hands moving to cup her abused breast. "You hit my—my—"

"YOU PERVERTS—!!" Zhang Yue screamed, face burning, taking three steps back and pointing accusingly. "WHAT KIND OF—WHO JUST—WHY ARE YOU EVEN NAKED—?!"

"YUE’ER—!!" Madam Lin finally found her voice, pushing away from Cang completely and rushing toward her daughter. "Wait—this is a misunderstanding—!!"

"MISUNDERSTANDING—?!" Yue’s voice cracked. "I COME HOME AND FIND YOU BEING HELD BY A NAKED MAN WITH TWO NAKED WOMEN AND—!!"