Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 72- Don’t Hurt Her

His golden eyes flicked to Yue.

"But you’re right to be concerned," he said to Madam Lin. "My cock IS too big for an inexperienced virgin. If I fuck her the way I fucked my maids—"

He paused, letting the image sink in.

"—she’ll tear. Bleed. Possibly suffer permanent damage. Her first time would be nothing but agony, and the pleasure wouldn’t come until her body adjusted—which could take hours of continuous fucking."

Yue’s face went pale, but her jaw remained set.

Madam Lin looked vindicated and terrified in equal measure.

"So—" Cang continued, voice conversational, "—I have a suggestion."

Both women stared at him, waiting.

"You join, Auntie."

Silence.

Then—

"WHAT—?!" Both women screamed simultaneously.

"Think about it logically," Cang said, as if proposing something reasonable. "Your daughter wants power but her body can’t handle me. You’re experienced—had a child—your body is more adapted to penetration."

He took another step forward, and neither woman could move—frozen like prey before a predator.

"So you take my cock first," he explained. "Get it wet with your pussy. Let me pound you—deep, hard, exhausting myself somewhat. Then when I move to Yue—"

His hand reached out, cupping Yue’s face gently despite the obscene words.

"—I’ll be gentler. Slower. Her first time won’t be as brutal because you’ll have taken the worst of it."

Silence.

Complete, shocked silence as both women processed what he’d just suggested.

Then—

"ABSOLUTELY NOT—" Madam Lin’s voice was strangled. "I—I’m her MOTHER—I can’t—we can’t BOTH—that’s—that’s INSANE—"

"It’s practical," Cang corrected.

"NO—" Yue’s voice was equally panicked. "I won’t—I won’t let my mother—I’ll do it myself—I’ll endure—"

"And tear yourself to the point of needing medical intervention?" Cang asked calmly. "Possibly permanent damage? Infection? Is your pride worth that?"

"It’s not about PRIDE—" Yue protested.

"Then what?"

"It’s—she’s my MOTHER—"

"And she wants to protect you," Cang said, looking at Madam Lin. "Don’t you, Auntie? Wouldn’t you do anything to spare your daughter pain?"

Madam Lin stood there, trembling, mind reeling.

’He’s—he’s asking me to—to let him—to have SEX with me—in front of my daughter—to SPARE her—?!’

It was insane. Absolutely insane.

But—

Her mind flashed back to last night. To the sounds through the walls. To masturbating desperately at the dining table. To the pleasure she’d felt just from her own fingers.

To the thought that had crossed her mind in post-orgasm clarity:

’What would it feel like? To be fucked like that?’

And now he was offering—

"No," she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction. "I—I can’t—"

"Can’t?" Cang asked gently. "Or won’t?"

"Both—" But even as she said it, her thighs pressed together involuntarily, pussy clenching, moisture gathering.

’I’m fifty years old. A widow. I haven’t—not since—and his cock is—’

"Mother, you don’t have to—" Yue started, but Cang cut her off.

"This is just a transaction," he said firmly. "Nothing more. I provide power through dual cultivation. You—both of you—provide your bodies. It’s not romantic. Not emotional. Just mechanical."

His hands suddenly moved—

GRAB—

One hand on Madam Lin’s hip, the other on Yue’s, pulling both women against him simultaneously, their bodies pressing against his sides.

"Let’s go," he said, already guiding them toward the stairs. "Because I need to leave soon, and we’re wasting time arguing."

"Wait—" Madam Lin tried to protest, but his grip was firm—

And his hand on her hip was sliding, fingers digging into her thick flesh possessively, almost groping her through her dress.

"Stop—" she gasped, but her body betrayed her—leaning into the touch, pussy clenching.

His other hand did the same to Yue, groping her smaller hip, and she whimpered.

And he just walked, pulling both women with him up the stairs like they weighed nothing, like their protests meant nothing.

To the second floor. To Yue’s bedroom—a small space with a single bed, simple furniture, the private sanctuary of a young woman.

A space that was about to become something very different.

## The Bedroom

Cang guided both women into the room and released them, and they immediately separated—Madam Lin moving to one side of the bed, Yue to the other, both facing him with expressions of fear and anticipation.

"Sit," he said simply, gesturing to the bed.

Neither moved.

"Sit," he repeated, voice carrying more weight.

And slowly—hating themselves for it—both women sat on the edge of the bed.

Mother and daughter. Side by side. Facing the man who was about to ruin them both.

Cang’s hands moved to his imperial robes, and he began undressing.

Slowly. Deliberately. Letting them watch as each layer came off.

First the outer robe—revealing the muscular torso beneath, those impossible abs, the scales glinting across his skin like precious gems.

Then the inner garments—showing more of his transformed body, every muscle defined to perfection, looking like a god carved from living flesh.

And finally—

The last covering fell away, and his cock hung free.

Even semi-hard it was massive—thick as a wrist, scaled along the length, the crimson head already leaking clear fluid.

Both women stared, unable to look away.

Madam Lin’s face burned crimson, memories of feeling it pressed against her belly flooding back, but now seeing it—

’Oh gods it’s—there’s no way—it’ll kill her—kill ME—’ 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Yue’s eyes were wide, face pale, seeing clearly for the first time what she’d felt against her ass during flight, what had been shoved down her throat—

’That was—that was inside my mouth—and he wants to put it in my—oh gods—’

"Wait," Yue said suddenly, voice cracking. "You—you look different. Your body—it’s—did you do something?"

"Cultivation advancement," Cang explained casually. "My body transforms as I absorb power. Makes me stronger. More durable."

’And more attractive,’ Madam Lin thought despite herself, eyes roaming over that perfect physique.

"But—" Yue tried to think of something to say, some argument, some reason to delay—

But Cang was already moving.

He stepped forward, cock hardening fully now, rising to its full terrifying length—easily ten inches, maybe eleven, thick and veined and pulsing with each heartbeat.

And he pressed it directly against Madam Lin’s chest.

Over her dress. The thick shaft lying between her massive breasts, the heat of it searing through the thin fabric, the weight of it pressing her backwards—

"Ah—!!" She jolted, instinctively trying to move back—

But the bed caught her, and she fell backwards onto the mattress, legs still hanging off the edge, and—

Cang climbed onto the bed with her.

Moved with predatory grace, positioning himself over her, his knees straddling her hips, his weight settling onto her soft belly, and—

YANK—

His hands grabbed the front of her dress and pulled—

RIIIIIPPPP—!!

The fabric tore like paper, ripping down the middle, exposing her bra-covered breasts—those massive D-cups contained in simple white fabric, jiggling from the sudden exposure.

"NO—!!" Madam Lin’s hands flew up to cover herself. "Wait—stop—I should—we should do this ALONE—!!"

She looked desperately at her daughter.

"Yue’er—leave the room—you shouldn’t see—!"

"If you don’t take my cock like a bitch," Cang interrupted, his voice dark, "—then I’ll fuck your daughter exactly like this instead."

His hands grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, the other moving to her bra—

RIP—

The bra strap snapped, and her breasts spilled free—huge, soft, pale flesh with pink nipples that were already hard from fear and arousal.

"See these?" Cang addressed Yue while groping her mother’s breast roughly, fingers digging into soft flesh, making it bulge between his digits. "This is what I’ll do to yours if Auntie doesn’t cooperate."

"NO—" Yue’s voice was panicked, and she stood suddenly, moving toward them. "Don’t—please don’t hurt her—I’ll—!"