Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 99 - Another Target

Hours later—as the first light of dawn began filtering into the cave—

All three of them lay in an exhausted pile.

Cang on his back, finally drained after countless orgasms.

Zhen Yǐng sprawled across his chest, her thick thighs spread, cum leaking from both her pussy and ass, her newly formed legs trembling with exhaustion.

Song Mei curled against his side, similarly destroyed, her small body marked with bites and bruises, her holes equally filled and leaking.

"I can’t—" Song Mei’s voice was hoarse. "—I can’t feel my legs—"

"I can’t feel my anything—" Zhen Yǐng added, her split tongue hanging from her mouth in exhaustion.

Cang just groaned, one arm around each woman, too tired to even smirk.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]

[DUAL CULTIVATION RESULTS:]

[SONG MEI: QI CONDENSATION EARLY → QI CONDENSATION MID STAGE]

[ZHEN YǏNG: NASCENT SOUL EARLY (NO CHANGE - REALM GAP TOO SMALL)]

[HOST: CORE FORMATION MIDDLE (STABLE)]

[TOTAL ORGASMS: HOST - 6 | ZHEN YǏNG - 12 | SONG MEI - 15]

[TOTAL EJACULATIONS: 6]

[TOTAL POSITIONS: 23]

[DURATION: 10 HOURS 42 MINUTES]

[PERFORMANCE RATING: LEGENDARY]

The system’s dry statistics made Cang chuckle weakly.

"Legendary—" he muttered. "Damn right—"

"What?" Zhen Yǐng stirred slightly.

"Nothing," he said. "Just—thinking about how I have two beautiful women completely destroyed by my cock. Not a bad night."

"Not a night—" Song Mei corrected weakly. "An entire night. It’s morning now."

"Same thing," he dismissed.

Zhen Yǐng shifted, her thick thigh draping over his legs, and—

Looked at Song Mei across his chest.

"You advanced," she observed. "Your cultivation—it jumped significantly."

"I—I did?" Song Mei blinked, checking internally, and—gasped. "I’m Mid Qi Condensation—!! That’s—that’s months of normal cultivation in one night—!!"

"He’s a dual cultivator," Zhen Yǐng explained tiredly. "Energy transfer during sex. The more you fuck him, the stronger you become. That’s why—"

She paused, realization dawning.

"—that’s why you’re not just some pervert. You’re deliberately cultivating through sex. Building a—a harem of women who grow stronger through serving you."

"Guilty," Cang admitted cheerfully. "Is that a problem?"

Zhen Yǐng was quiet for a long moment, then—

"No," she said finally. "Because if you’re going to be my husband—and apparently Song Mei’s as well—then I’d rather you make us powerful through the sex instead of just using us."

"I’m—I’m your what—?!" Song Mei’s voice rose, shocked. "I’m not—we’re not—"

"You are," Zhen Yǐng said simply. "He’s claimed you. Filled you with his seed. Advanced your cultivation. You’re bound to him now whether you admit it or not."

Song Mei opened and closed her mouth, unable to argue, because—

It was true. She did feel bound to him. Connected in ways she didn’t understand.

"So—" she said finally. "I’m—what, his wife now?"

"Concubine, technically," Zhen Yǐng corrected. "I’m the first wife since I’m stronger. You’re second."

"HEY—!!" Song Mei protested. "I never agreed to—!!"

But Cang just laughed, pulling both women closer, and—

Kissed each of them on the forehead.

"Sleep," he commanded. "We’ll figure out the hierarchy later. Right now, I’m too tired to care who ranks where."

Dawn had fully broken by the time the three of them stirred from exhausted sleep.

Cang woke first—his cultivation allowing faster recovery—and extracted himself from the tangle of limbs that was two thoroughly used women.

Zhen Yǐng lay on her back, her thick thighs spread obscenely, cum still leaking from both holes, her newly formed legs twitching occasionally in her sleep.

Song Mei was curled into a ball, her small body marked with bite marks and bruises, her face peaceful despite everything she’d endured.

’I should probably get them cleaned up and moving,’ Cang thought, stretching. ’We can’t stay in this cave forever.’

He nudged both women awake gently, earning groans of protest.

"Five more minutes—" Zhen Yǐng mumbled, her split tongue hanging from her mouth.

"My legs don’t work anymore—" Song Mei whimpered.

"Up," Cang commanded. "We’re leaving today."

That got their attention. Both women forced themselves to sit up—wincing at various aches—and looked at him with confusion.

"Leaving?" Song Mei asked. "To where?"

"Away from this cave," Cang said. "I have places to be. People to see. And you’re both coming with me."

Zhen Yǐng’s face showed mixed emotions—excitement at not being abandoned, worry about leaving her territory—but she nodded slowly.

Song Mei, however—

"I—I need to go back to the village first," she said quickly. "My younger sister—Xiao Hua—I need to—to bring her with us. She’s only nineteen, and without me the villagers might—"

She stopped, fear clear on her face.

Cang considered for a moment, then shook his head.

"If you go back, there’ll be a commotion," he said logically. "They sacrificed you to the mountain demon. If you return alive, they’ll panic. Might even blame your sister for the demon’s displeasure. Could hurt her out of fear or superstition."

Song Mei’s face went pale, realizing the truth in his words.

"But—but I can’t just leave her—she’s all I have—"

"I’ll go," Cang said simply. "I’ll bring her back. No one will dare question an immortal cultivator taking a village girl."

"You—you’d do that?" Hope bloomed in Song Mei’s eyes. "You’d bring Xiao Hua here?"

"Of course," he said, though his internal thoughts were less altruistic.

’Another young woman to add to the collection. And from Song Mei’s description, the sister is even prettier. This works out perfectly.’

Zhen Yǐng—watching this exchange—smirked.

She’d lived three hundred years. She knew exactly what was going through his mind. Knew he wasn’t doing this out of pure charity.

’He’s going to fuck the sister too,’ she thought with amusement. ’Probably claim her as another wife. Men are so predictable.’

But she didn’t say anything. Just watched as Song Mei gave Cang detailed directions to the village and descriptions of her sister.

"She has a birthmark—" Song Mei said earnestly. "On her left shoulder blade. Shaped like a crescent moon. And she—she hums when she’s nervous. This specific tune our mother used to sing."

She hummed a few bars—a melancholy melody—and Cang memorized it.

"And she—" Song Mei’s voice dropped to a whisper. "She sleeps with a small wooden rabbit I carved for her when she was eight. Keeps it under her pillow. No one else knows that."

Cang nodded, filing away these details for later use.

"That’s enough," he said. "I’ll bring her back safely."

He waved his hand, and from his storage ring—

Several robes materialized. Simple but clean.

"Get dressed," he told both women. "And wait here. I’ll be back before nightfall."

Song Mei took the robe gratefully, bowing deeply. "Thank you—thank you so much—"

But as Cang turned to leave—

Zhen Yǐng called out:

"Try to bring her back intact, husband."

The emphasis on "intact" was deliberate, and Cang grinned back at her.

"No promises."

And he flew.

His body lifting effortlessly through spiritual energy manipulation, shooting through the cave entrance and into the morning sky, leaving both women staring after him.

Silence fell in the cave for several moments, then—

Song Mei turned to Zhen Yǐng, and for the first time since they’d met—

Didn’t look afraid.

"He’s going to seduce her, isn’t he?" Song Mei asked quietly.

Zhen Yǐng blinked, surprised by the human woman’s perceptiveness, then—

Laughed.

"Definitely," she confirmed. "He’ll probably claim her as another wife before the day is done. That’s what men with power do."