Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 58- Eating Food and Maid

She gestured wildly at the scene, and her eyes finally focused on Cang specifically.

On his face. His body. His scales.

And then—

Lower.

Because his robes had shifted during the commotion, and now—

His cock was visible.

Not fully exposed. But the outline was obvious through the thin fabric, standing at full attention now, the shaft thick and long, creating a massive tent that pointed upward obscenely.

Both women—mother and daughter—saw it simultaneously.

And froze.

’That’s—that’s his—oh gods—’

She’d felt it against her belly. But seeing it—seeing the clear outline, the size, the way it throbbed visibly through fabric—

Her late husband’s cock had been maybe four inches. Small. Adequate for procreation but never impressive.

The wooden dildo she’d carved herself in desperate loneliness was six inches. Thick enough to fill her, though she’d never used it without guilt and shame.

But this—

This was easily ten inches. Maybe more. And thick—thicker than her wrist, the shaft outlined clearly, the head prominent and swollen.

’How—how does that even—?! How would that even FIT—?!’

Her face burned hotter than it ever had, pussy clenching involuntarily at the thought, moisture gathering despite her shock.

Zhang Yue’s perspective:

’WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT—?!’

Yue had read... things. Artistic scrolls. Romantic novels with "tasteful" illustrations. She knew what male anatomy looked like.

Or she’d thought she did.

Because the delicate ink drawings in those scrolls showed cocks maybe five or six inches. Elegant. Aesthetic. Something that fit nicely in artistic composition.

This was a monster.

Thick enough to make her thighs clench involuntarily. Long enough to make her wonder how it didn’t drag on the ground. Veined clearly visible through fabric, pulsing with each heartbeat.

’That’s—there’s no way—men don’t actually—?!’

Her eyes were glued to it, unable to look away, face burning crimson, pussy traitorously getting wet despite her shock and anger.

Both women stood there—mother and daughter—staring at Cang’s cock with identical expressions of shock, arousal, and disbelief.

And Cang noticed.

’Perfect,’ he thought with dark satisfaction.

He took a step forward, moving between them, positioning himself so his cock—still outlined through his robes—was mere inches from Zhang Yue’s belly.

Close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from it.

Close enough that if she leaned forward even slightly, she’d press against it.

"Please," he said gently, voice calm and reassuring despite the obscene bulge pointing at her. "Don’t worry about me. I’m just here to help. I’ll leave soon enough—"

"COVER IT—!!"

Zhang Yue’s voice cracked with panic, and she bolted—running to a nearby chest, yanking out a thick blanket, and throwing it at him.

"COVER THAT—THAT THING RIGHT NOW—!!"

Cang caught the blanket with one hand, still smiling, and draped it casually over his lower body.

But the blanket didn’t help.

It just created a tent.

A massive, obscene tent that pointed upward, the fabric stretched tight over his erection, somehow making it even more obvious.

All three women stared at it.

"That’s—that’s not better—" Madam Lin whispered.

"It’s WORSE—" Zhang Yue agreed, face impossibly red.

"Sir Immortal is very blessed~" Suyin commented helpfully, still naked, still being casually groped.

"Shut up!" Yue snapped.

Settling In

What followed was chaos.

Zhang Yue insisted the two naked maids get dressed immediately, running to find spare clothes while Madam Lin tried to explain the situation between flustered stammers.

"He—he knew Lin Feng—your—my—"

"What?!"

"My son—he fought alongside—"

"You had a SON—?!"

Apparently Madam Lin had never told Yue about her past life. About her lost cultivation. About Lin Feng.

The revelations came tumbling out while Cang watched with amusement, the two maids clinging to him, the blanket still tented obscenely over his erection.

Eventually, Zhang Yue returned with clothes—

But they were her clothes. Tight cultivation outfits meant for her smaller frame.

On Suyin’s thick MILF body?

The outfit was obscene.

The chest binding strained across her massive D-cups, barely containing them, her cleavage threatening to spill out with each breath. The pants clung to her wide hips and massive ass like a second skin, the fabric pulled so tight it outlined every curve, every fold, the clear shape of her pussy lips visible through the crotch.

On Xiao’s petite frame?

Slightly better, but her huge breasts still created ridiculous cleavage in the too-small binding. And the pants, meant for Yue’s longer legs, had to be rolled up multiple times, making her look even smaller.

"That’s—that’s the best I have—" Zhang Yue muttered, pointedly not looking at anyone.

"It’s fine," Cang said cheerfully. "Thank you for your hospitality."

He moved past them toward the small kitchen area, the blanket falling away, his cock still creating a tent in his robes.

"What are you—?" Madam Lin started.

"I’ll cook," Cang said simply. "You’ve offered shelter. The least I can do is prepare a meal."

"You—you don’t have to—"

"I insist."

He found an apron hanging near the stove—probably Madam Lin’s—and tied it around his waist.

The effect was... interesting.

The apron covered his chest and stomach. But at his groin, his erection lifted the fabric up, creating a tent that somehow looked even more obscene than before—like the apron was being used as a display stand for his cock.

All three women stared.

"How is that WORSE—?!" Zhang Yue hissed.

"I don’t know—" her mother whispered back.

"Sir Immortal’s jade pillar is very vigorous~" Suyin commented dreamily.

"STOP TALKING ABOUT IT—!!"

The Meal

Cang cooked with practiced efficiency.

His past life as the Heavenly Demon had included centuries of experience with all aspects of life—including cooking. He’d learned from the best chefs in the cultivation world, mastered techniques that enhanced flavor and spiritual energy simultaneously.

The simple ingredients in Madam Lin’s kitchen—rice, vegetables, some preserved meat—became something extraordinary under his hands.

Spices applied with precision. Heat controlled perfectly. Spiritual energy subtly infused to enhance taste without overwhelming mortal palates.

The smell alone made all three women’s mouths water.

And when he finally served the food, setting bowls before them at the small dining table—

"Sit," he commanded gently. "Eat."

They sat. Hesitantly. Still processing everything.

Madam Lin. Zhang Yue. Suyin. Xiao.

Four women around a small table, watching as this powerful cultivator served them food he’d prepared himself.

The first bite made Zhang Yue’s eyes widen.

"Oh my gods—"

"This is—" Madam Lin covered her mouth, tears forming. "I’ve never—"

"So good~" Suyin moaned around her mouthful.

"Amazing~" Xiao agreed, huge breasts bouncing as she ate enthusiastically.

They devoured the meal, all awkwardness temporarily forgotten in the face of food that tasted like it belonged in an emperor’s palace.

Cang watched with satisfaction, standing near the stove, still wearing the tented apron.

When they finished, Madam Lin looked up at him with genuine gratitude.

"That was—thank you. But—" She hesitated. "Won’t you eat too?"

"Yes," Zhang Yue added, some of her suspicion fading. "You cooked all this. You should—"

Cang turned his gaze to Xiao. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

The petite maid with huge tits, squeezed into too-tight clothes, sitting innocently at the table.

His golden eyes locked onto hers, and she shivered—recognizing that look, knowing what it meant.

"I want to eat you," he said simply.

CRASH—

Zhang Yue dropped her bowl, face going scarlet.

"WH-WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST—?!"

But Cang was already moving.

He crossed the room in three strides, grabbed Xiao by the wrist, and lifted her—pulling her out of her seat, turning her to face the table, bending her forward.

"WAIT—SIR IMMORTAL—HERE—?!" Xiao gasped, face flushing, but her body responded automatically, ass pushing back, presenting.

"Forgive me," Cang said, addressing the shocked women calmly while his hands found the waistband of Xiao’s too-tight pants. "But my cultivation is like this."

He yanked the pants down, exposing her small, tight ass and completely bare pussy.

"STOP—!!" Zhang Yue tried to stand—

But Suyin’s hand on her shoulder pushed her back down, the thick MILF’s superior strength casually restraining her.

"Watch," Suyin whispered. "And learn."

Cang positioned his cock—pulling it free from his robes, the massive shaft finally fully revealed—thick, veined, scaled along the length, the head swollen and leaking pre-cum.

He pressed it against Xiao’s tiny pussy, the size difference obscene—

And thrust.

"HIEEKK~!!"

Xiao’s scream was piercing as his cock slammed into her in one brutal stroke, stretching her impossibly wide, filling her completely, the outline of his shaft visible through her flat stomach as it bulged.

"This is how I cultivate," Cang said calmly, as if not currently balls-deep in a screaming woman.

And he started fucking her.

Right there.

In front of everyone.

In Madam Lin’s kitchen.

PAH! PAH! PAH!