Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 59 - What Is an Immortal Doing?

"IAAANGHH~~~!!!"

PAH! PAH! PAH!

The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled Madam Lin’s modest kitchen, obscene and unmistakable.

Cang’s hips pistoned with mechanical efficiency, his massive cock slamming into Xiao’s tiny pussy again and again, each thrust making her entire petite body jolt forward.

"HNGH~!! AAHHH~!! SIR—HIEEKK~!!—IMMORTAL~!!"

Xiao’s hands scrambled for purchase on the dining table, fingers digging into wood, knuckles white as she tried to brace herself against the relentless assault.

Her huge breasts—barely contained in the too-tight chest binding—bounced violently with each impact, threatening to spill out completely, nipples visibly hard through the fabric.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"STOP THIS—!!" Zhang Yue tried to stand again, face burning crimson, one hand reaching toward them—

But Suyin’s grip on her shoulder was iron, holding her in place.

"Just watch," the thick MILF whispered, her own face flushed, eyes glued to the scene. "Trust me."

"HOW CAN I JUST—?!" Yue’s voice cracked. "He’s—he’s RAPING her in front of—!!"

"I’M NOT—HNGH~!!—BEING RAPED~!!" Xiao managed to gasp between thrusts, turning her head to look back at them with tear-filled but pleading eyes. "THIS IS—AAHHH~!!—CULTIVATION~!!"

"CULTIVATION—?!" Both Madam Lin and Zhang Yue shouted simultaneously.

"That’s not cultivation!" Yue continued, gesturing wildly at the explicit scene. "That’s just—that’s SEX—that’s—!!"

PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

Cang slammed particularly deep, and Xiao screamed—

"HIEEEKKK~!!"

Her flat stomach bulged visibly, the outline of his cockhead pressing against her skin from the inside, distorting her belly obscenely.

Both women gasped, eyes widening at the impossible sight.

"Oh gods—" Madam Lin covered her mouth. "How is that—how is she even—?!"

But then—

Something changed.

The air in the room shifted.

A subtle pressure. A warmth. A presence that made the hairs on Madam Lin’s arms stand up, made Zhang Yue’s body cultivation instincts scream with recognition.

Spiritual energy.

Not just ambient. Not just trace amounts.

Concentrating.

"What—" Madam Lin stood slowly, eyes widening as her former cultivator senses—dulled by years without a core—suddenly flared to life. "That’s—that’s Qi—!" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"Impossible—" Zhang Yue whispered, her body cultivation training making her acutely sensitive to energy fluctuations. "There’s—there’s so much—"

The air around Cang and Xiao began to glow faintly.

Golden light—barely visible at first—emanating from Cang’s body, flowing down through his cock, flooding into Xiao’s pussy with each thrust.

And Xiao—

Her body started glowing in response.

Soft white light spreading from her core, mixing with the golden energy, creating swirling patterns that danced across her skin.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"HNGH~!! I CAN—AAHHH~!!—FEEL IT~!!" Xiao cried out, not in pain but in ecstasy. "SO MUCH—HIEEKK~!!—ENERGY~!!"

Her cultivation base, which had been Peak Qi Condensation after last night’s breakthrough, suddenly surged—

Spiritual energy flooding her meridians, circulating faster and faster, building pressure, pushing toward the next threshold—

"He’s—" Madam Lin’s voice was stunned, disbelieving. "He’s transferring cultivation base through—through SEXUAL INTERCOURSE—?!"

"Dual cultivation—" Zhang Yue whispered, scholarly knowledge clicking into place. "Real dual cultivation—but that’s—that’s a MYTH—!!"

"It’s not a myth," Cang said calmly, never breaking his rhythm, still pounding Xiao’s pussy with brutal efficiency. "It’s just rare."

PAAAH!

He slammed deep, and both women watching could see—

Could see the way Xiao’s pussy stretched impossibly around his thick shaft, the pink flesh pulled taut, gripping him like it was trying to pull him deeper.

Could see the way her belly bulged with each thrust, his cock creating a visible outline through her flat stomach.

Could see the juices leaking around his pistoning shaft—her arousal mixed with his pre-cum, dripping onto the floor in obscene puddles.

"This is—this is insane—" Zhang Yue’s face was crimson, but her eyes were glued to the scene, unable to look away.

"Cover your face if you must," Cang suggested with dark amusement. "But you won’t be able to stop watching."

And he was right.

Both women raised their hands—covering their eyes in mortified embarrassment—

But their fingers spread.

Gaps between digits. Just enough to see through.

To watch as Cang continued his relentless assault.

Position Change - The Dining Table

"Up—"

Cang suddenly lifted Xiao completely off the ground, his cock still buried inside her, and turned—

WHAM!

He slammed her down onto the dining table, scattering bowls and chopsticks, laying her out on her back with her legs spread wide.

"AAHHH~!!" Xiao gasped as the new angle drove him even deeper, hitting her cervix, making her womb ache.

From this position, the two watching women could see everything.

Xiao’s petite body spread across the table like an offering. Her huge breasts finally spilling free from the too-tight binding, the massive flesh bouncing with each breath. Her flat stomach visibly distended where his cock filled her completely.

And between her spread legs—

His cock. Massive, scaled, glistening with her juices, pulling out slowly before slamming back in.

PAH!

"HIEEKK~!!"

PAH! PAH!

"HNGH~!! AAHHH~!!"

The table creaked with each thrust, wood groaning under the force.

Cang leaned down, capturing one of Xiao’s huge nipples in his mouth—

SUCK~

"AAAHHHHNNNGGGHH~!!"

Her scream was piercing as he sucked hard, biting down slightly, his teeth leaving marks on the soft flesh.

His hands groped her other breast roughly, fingers digging into the heavy flesh, kneading it like dough, pinching the nipple until she cried.

"S-SIR IMMORTAL~!! PLEASE~!! HNGH~!! TOO MUCH~!!"

But he didn’t stop.

One hand moved down her body, pressing against her distended belly where his cock bulged her stomach, feeling himself moving inside her.

"Feel that?" he murmured against her breast. "Feel how deep I am? How I’m reshaping your insides?"

"Y-YES~!! HNGH~!! I FEEL—AAHHH~!! EVERYTHING~!!"

The spiritual energy was intensifying now.

Visible even to mortal eyes—golden and white light swirling around the copulating pair, creating patterns that pulsed with each thrust, each moan, each exchange of fluids.

"Impossible—" Madam Lin whispered through her fingers. "The energy density—this is Foundation Establishment level energy transfer—how is her body not EXPLODING—?!"

"Her cultivation base is absorbing it," Zhang Yue realized, her scholarly mind overriding her embarrassment. "He’s—he’s pushing her toward breakthrough—"

PAH! PAH! PAH!

Cang suddenly stood, lifting Xiao with him, his cock never leaving her pussy.

He carried her into the hall room—the main living space—her petite body impaled on his shaft, legs wrapped around his waist, arms clutching his neck desperately.

"HNGH~!! AAHHH~!! DON’T—HIEEKK~!!—DROP ME~!!"

But his grip was steel.

One hand under her ass, supporting her weight. The other wrapped around her back, pulling her close.

And he fucked her.

Standing. Lifting her up and slamming her down onto his cock using gravity, each drop driving him impossibly deep.

PAH!

"HIEEEKKK~!!"

PAH!

"AAAHHHNNNGGGHHH~!!"

Her huge breasts bounced wildly between them, slapping against his chest, nipples scraping his scales, and she came—

SPLASH~

Pussy clenching, fluids spraying out around his cock, dripping onto the floor in obscene puddles.

"CUMMING~!! HNGH~!! I’M—AAHHH~!! CUMMING AGAIN~!!"

"That’s the third time—" Zhang Yue whispered, still watching through her fingers, face burning. "How is she still—?!"

"Cultivation energy sustains her," Madam Lin explained, her former knowledge returning. "It’s keeping her conscious, keeping her body functional despite the—the—"

She couldn’t finish. Couldn’t put into words the brutality of what they were watching.

Because despite the spiritual energy, despite the cultivation mechanics—

This was violent.

Cang’s cock was destroying Xiao’s tiny pussy. Each thrust stretched her to her absolute limit. Each impact made her stomach bulge grotesquely. Each drop onto his shaft made her scream like she was being split in half.

But she wasn’t pulling away.

Wasn’t begging him to stop.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders—not in pain, but in desperate need, trying to pull him closer, deeper, more.

"Sir Immortal~!!" she sobbed against his shoulder. "More~!! Please~!! HNGH~!! Give me—AAHHH~!! MORE~!!"