Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 62 - Mother and Daughter’s Fingers
The thick MILF stood immediately, her hand reluctantly leaving her crotch, face showing clear disappointment that she wouldn’t be getting her turn tonight.
But she followed obediently as Madam Lin led them to the small guest room on the first floor—barely more than a closet, with a single bed and thin walls, but it was all they had.
"This is—I’m sorry it’s not much—" Madam Lin apologized.
"It’s perfect," Cang assured her, laying Xiao on the bed gently before turning back to face the widow. "I’ll leave tomorrow. And—" He paused, as if making a decision. "I’ll try to help. With your situation. The Wei family. I owe it to Lin Feng to protect his family."
Madam Lin’s eyes stung with sudden tears.
"Thank you—" she whispered. "Thank you so much—"
He smiled once more, then gently closed the door.
And Madam Lin stood alone in the darkening hallway, heart pounding, mind reeling, body aching in ways she hadn’t felt in years.
She turned to head toward her own room—the master bedroom on the first floor, adjacent to the guest room—
And heard it.
"Mmmmh~"
A soft moan. Feminine. Coming from the guest room through the thin wooden walls.
Madam Lin froze.
"Hnnngh~"
Another moan. Suyin’s voice this time.
And then—sounds.
Wet sounds. Flesh on flesh. The creak of bedsprings.
’He’s—he’s starting again—?! Already—?!’
"Aahhh~"
Xiao’s voice. Awake again. Recovering faster than any mortal should, likely due to the spiritual energy still flooding her system.
Madam Lin stood in the hallway, hand pressed against the wall, heart racing.
’I should leave. Go to my room. Let them—let them do whatever—’
But her feet wouldn’t move.
Because from inside that room, she could sense it again.
That spiritual energy. Building. Concentrating. The telltale pressure of cultivation happening in real-time.
’He’s—he’s going to cultivate with both of them—all night—’
And she would hear it.
Every thrust. Every moan. Every breakthrough.
Through these thin walls, she would hear everything.
Her pussy clenched involuntarily, moisture soaking through her undergarments, and she bit her lip hard to suppress the whimper that wanted to escape.
’What’s happening to me? I’m fifty years old. A mother. A widow. I shouldn’t—I shouldn’t be—’
"PAH! PAH! PAH!"
The sounds started in earnest. Unmistakable. Rhythmic. The slap of flesh on flesh, the creak of the bed, the moans that were already building in volume.
"HNGH~!! SIR IMMORTAL~!! YES~!!"
Madam Lin’s hand moved—almost without conscious thought—sliding down her own body, fingers finding the slit in her dress, the fabric pulled tight over her soaked pussy.
’No—I can’t—not here in the hallway—’
She forced herself to move, stumbling into her own bedroom, closing the door—
But the sounds followed.
Louder now. More intense. The walls were paper-thin.
"AAHHH~!! HNGH~!! HARDER~!!"
She could hear everything. Every moan, every gasp, every wet sound of his cock plunging into willing pussies.
And she couldn’t escape it.
Unless—
Something in the air changed.
A scent. Subtle. Sweet. Almost floral but with an underlying musk that made her head swim.
’What is—?’
Her body suddenly felt hot. Flushed. Every nerve ending coming alive, hypersensitive, aching for touch.
Her nipples hardened painfully against her dress. Her pussy clenched and leaked, moisture running down her inner thighs. Her breathing quickened, heart pounding, and—
’Why am I so—?’
What Madam Lin didn’t know—what she couldn’t know—was that Cang had activated something the moment they’d entered the house.
[SYSTEM ALERT]
[APHRODISIAC MIST - DEPLOYED]
[TARGETS: ALL FEMALE OCCUPANTS]
[STRENGTH: MODERATE → INCREASING TO STRONG]
[EFFECTS: Heightened arousal, lowered inhibitions, increased sensitivity, enhanced auditory response to sexual stimuli]
[CORRUPTION PROGRESS:]
[MADAM LIN: 15% → 35% → RISING]
[ZHANG YUE: 8% → 28% → RISING]
[NOTE: Subjects will rationalize their arousal as natural response. Resistance will decrease exponentially with exposure duration.]
The invisible mist had spread through the house’s ventilation, seeping under doors, flowing through cracks, saturating the air that both women breathed with every gasp.
And neither of them realized they were being drugged.
Upstairs, in her locked bedroom, Zhang Yue pressed her back against the door, hands still covering her flushed face, trying desperately to calm her racing heart.
’Calm down. Just calm down. He’s a pervert. A disgusting pervert who—who—’
But her body wasn’t calming.
If anything, the heat was increasing.
Her nipples felt painfully hard against her chest binding. Her pussy ached with emptiness. Her skin felt hypersensitive, every brush of fabric against her body sending sparks of need through her nerves.
"What’s wrong with me—?" she whispered, sliding down to sit on her bed, thighs pressing together to try to relieve the ache.
And then she heard it.
Through the floor. Through the walls. Sounds rising from the guest room below.
"PAH PAH PAH PAH!!"
"HNGH~!! AAHHH~!! YES~!! FUCK ME~!!"
Zhang Yue’s eyes went wide, face burning crimson.
’They’re—they’re doing it again—right now—in OUR house—!’
"HIEEKK~!! SO BIG~!! HNGH~!!"
The moans were obscene. Loud. Unashamed. And getting louder as if whoever was being fucked didn’t care—or couldn’t care—that others could hear.
Downstairs, in her own bedroom, Madam Lin sat on the edge of her bed, hands gripping her knees, trying desperately to ignore the sounds coming through the wall.
"AAHHH~!! SIR IMMORTAL~!! YOUR COCK—HNGH~!!—FEELS SO GOOD~!!"
’Stop listening. Just stop. Go to sleep. Ignore it—’
But she couldn’t.
Every moan made her pussy clench. Every slap of flesh made her breath hitch. Every cry of pleasure sent heat flooding through her body.
Her hand moved—betraying her will—sliding down her stomach toward her thighs.
’No. I won’t. I’m not some—some desperate widow who—’
"PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH!!"
The fucking intensified. The bed in the next room slammed against the shared wall, rhythmic impacts that shook the wooden panels.
"CUMMING~!! HNGH~!! I’M CUMMING~!!"
And Madam Lin’s hand slipped under her dress, fingers finding her absolutely soaked pussy, touching herself before she could stop—
"Nnngh—"
The sound escaped her throat unbidden, and she yanked her hand away, horrified.
’What am I doing—?! I can’t—I’m a MOTHER—!’
But her body was burning. Every cell screaming for relief, for touch, for—
Upstairs, Zhang Yue had moved from sitting to lying on her bed, curled on her side, hands pressed between her thighs, trying to ignore the sounds that seemed to be coming from everywhere now.
"HNGH~!! AAHHH~!! HARDER~!! BREAK ME~!!"
’How can they be so—so LOUD—?! Don’t they have any shame—?!’
But beneath the outrage was something else.
Curiosity.
’Is it—does it really feel that good? To be—to be taken like that?’
She’d never been with a man. Had kissed once, clumsily, years ago. But nothing beyond that.
And the romantic scrolls she’d read certainly didn’t describe sex as sounding like—like that—
"PAH PAH PAH!!"
"YOUR COCK~!! HNGH~!! SO DEEP~!! HITTING MY~!! AAHHH~!!—WOMB~!!"
Zhang Yue’s hand moved—just slightly—fingers pressing against her own crotch through the tight pants, and the contact made her gasp.
’So—so sensitive—why am I—?’
Downstairs, Madam Lin had given up trying to resist.
Her hand was back between her legs, fingers rubbing her clit through soaked fabric, hips rolling involuntarily, and she hated herself for it even as pleasure sparked through her nerves.
’I haven’t—not since—it’s been so long—’
Her late husband had been adequate but never exciting. Dutiful sex that produced Lin Feng and then tapered off to nothing.
After he’d died, she’d been alone. Used the wooden dildo in shameful secret maybe once every few months when the need became unbearable. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
But now—
"AAHHH~!! SIR IMMORTAL~!! I LOVE YOUR COCK~!!"
Now she was rubbing herself while listening to a man fuck women in her own house, and she couldn’t stop.
Her fingers found the slit in her dress, pulled the fabric aside, and—
’Ah—!’
