Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 66 - Everyone Knows

His cock. Still semi-hard from the morning’s activities. Nestled perfectly in the cleft of her ass, the thick shaft pressing through his robes and her tight pants.

"W-we’re flying—" she gasped, trying to focus on anything else. "We’re actually—"

"Yes," his voice was right by her ear, breath hot against her neck. "Just relax. I won’t let you fall."

His arms tightened around her waist—

But his hands didn’t stay there.

One hand slid up. Slowly. Deliberately. Moving over her stomach, between her breasts, and—

Slipping inside her chest binding.

"WHAT—?!" Yue’s eyes flew open, one hand grabbing his wrist. "WHAT ARE YOU—?!"

But his hand was already there, palm cupping her bare breast, fingers finding her nipple and pinching.

"HNNNGH~!!" The sound ripped from her throat involuntarily, shock and pleasure mixing.

"Stop—!!" she tried to yell, tried to pull his hand away, but—

"If you struggle too much, you’ll fall," he said calmly, and she froze.

Because they were fifty feet in the air. Moving at speed. And if she lost her balance—

"You—you bastard—" she hissed, tears of frustration and arousal stinging her eyes. "This is—you can’t—"

"This is the fare for transport," he said simply, and his fingers squeezed her breast possessively, thumb rubbing her hardening nipple in circles. "So either accept it, or I throw you off right now."

"YOU—!!"

But what could she do?

Nothing.

So she stood there, pressed against him, feeling his cock throb against her ass, feeling his hand grope her breast inside her clothes, and—

His other hand moved down.

"NO—!!" She tried to grab it, but he was faster—

Hand sliding between her legs, cupping her pussy through the tight pants, fingers pressing against her clit through fabric—

"AAHHH~!!" Her cry echoed across the open air, and she bit her lip hard to suppress the moan that wanted to follow.

"You’re so wet," he murmured in her ear, voice dark with amusement. "I can feel it even through your pants. Did you touch yourself last night? While listening to me fuck my maids?"

"N-NO—!!" she lied desperately.

"Liar," he chuckled, and his fingers started rubbing.

Over her pants. Circular motions against her clit. Pressure that sent sparks of pleasure through her virgin body.

"Stop—please—" Her voice was breaking, tears streaming down her face now. "This is—this is wrong—"

"Your body doesn’t think so," he observed, and his hand on her breast squeezed harder while the hand between her legs rubbed faster.

And he started talking.

"Your breasts are perfect," he said conversationally, as if discussing cultivation theory and not molesting her. "C-cups. Perky. Sensitive nipples that are already so hard. I bet they’d look beautiful bouncing while I fuck you."

"Sh-shut up—!!"

"And your ass—" His cock throbbed against her crack for emphasis. "So round and firm. I’ve been wanting to grab it since I first saw you. Spread those cheeks and see if your asshole is as tight as your pussy probably is."

"STOP TALKING—!!"

But he didn’t.

"I wonder how you’ll sound when I finally fuck you," he continued, voice dropping lower, darker. "Will you scream like Xiao? Or moan like Suyin? Or maybe you’ll cry—beg me to stop while your pussy clenches around my cock, desperate for more."

"I HATE YOU—!!" she sobbed, but her body was betraying her.

Her nipple was rock-hard under his fingers. Her pussy was soaked, moisture seeping through her undergarments and pants. Her hips were subtly grinding against his hand despite her mind screaming at her to stop.

"Your body is so responsive," he observed, squeezing and rubbing simultaneously. "I bet you’d cum so easily. Probably multiple times in just one session. Your virgin pussy wouldn’t know what to do with a real cock—"

"Hnnngh~!!"

She tried to suppress the moan, but it escaped anyway, and her body shuddered.

"That’s it," he encouraged, fingers rubbing faster. "Stop fighting. Just feel. Let your body have what it needs."

"N-no—I won’t—I don’t—aahhh~!!"

But she was close. So desperately close. Her body wound tight like a spring, every nerve ending screaming for release—

And he knew it.

His fingers pinched her nipple hard while pressing firmly against her clit through the fabric, and—

"AAAHHHHHNNNGGGHHHH~!!"

Zhang Yue came.

Her first orgasm from another person’s touch. Her virgin body convulsing in his arms, pussy clenching and gushing, soaking through her pants completely, fluids running down her inner thighs.

Her head lolled back against his shoulder, mouth open in a silent scream, eyes rolling up, and—

SQUIRT~

Her release was so intense it soaked through her pants, creating a visible wet spot that dripped in the air.

"Good girl," he murmured, and kissed her cheek gently while she trembled through the aftershocks.

"I—" Her voice was broken, weak. "I hate you—"

But there was no conviction in it anymore.

Below them, the ceremony building was approaching. Large. Impressive. Crowds gathered outside.

The sword began to descend.

And as consciousness slowly returned to her pleasure-drugged mind, Yue looked down through tear-blurred vision at their destination and whimpered.

"We—we’re here—"

"Yes," Cang confirmed, and suddenly his mouth was by her ear again, voice dropping to something possessive. "Just tell me when you want my cock inside you."

She flinched, a small sound escaping her throat.

"I promise to make you strong," he continued, his lips brushing her ear. "Strong enough that no man will ever look down on you. Strong enough to choose your own path."

His hand squeezed her breast one final time.

"But in exchange, I’ll fuck you every night. You’ll become my personal slut. Mine to use however I want. Understood?"

And then he bit her ear—not hard, just a gentle nip—

And Zhang Yue squirted again.

"HNNNGH~!!"

Her eyes rolled back, body convulsing through a second orgasm, pussy gushing so much that it ran down her legs, dripped onto the sword, her dress becoming soaked between her thighs.

The sword touched down gently in a secluded area near the ceremony building, and Cang released her—

Zhang Yue collapsed immediately, legs unable to support her weight, falling to her knees on the grass, gasping for air.

She looked up at him through tears—tears of shame, arousal, want—and whispered:

"I hate you. I hate you so much."

But her pussy was still twitching. Still leaking. Still betraying every word.

Cang smiled down at her—that gentle, understanding smile that made everything worse—and extended his hand.

"Come," he said. "Let’s go meet the Wei family."

And after a long, trembling moment—

Zhang Yue took his hand.

’What have I done?’ she thought as he pulled her to her feet.

’What have I become?’

But deep down, beneath the shame and horror—

A small, dark voice whispered:

’More. I want more.’

And she hated herself for it.

Zhang Yue stood on trembling legs, grass beneath her feet, the ceremony building looming ahead like a judgment, and between her thighs—absolute ruin.

Her pants were soaked. Not damp. Not moist. Soaked—dark wet patches spreading across the fabric from crotch to mid-thigh, her own release still dripping down her legs in thin rivulets that she could feel with every tiny movement.

Her underwear was destroyed, completely saturated, clinging to her pussy in a way that made every step send sparks of oversensitivity through her nerves.

And her smell—oh gods, her smell—she could smell herself, that unmistakable scent of female arousal mixed with orgasm, and if she could smell it then surely everyone else—

"I can’t—" she whispered, hands moving to cover her crotch futilely. "I can’t go in there like this—people will—they’ll KNOW—"