Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 237- Riding the Thick one First

The mother breathed.

The flat, I-have-heard-this, present quality of a woman who had heard the sentence before and was filing the second hearing.

The daughter looked at him.

Her brown eyes.

The flat, wide, processing-everything, never-heard-a-sentence-like-that-in-my-life quality of brown eyes at close range.

"—I hope you taste good."

He looked at the daughter.

He reached up.

His hand found her hair — the flat, wet, dark, present, gathered-in-a-fist quality of a hand taking a hold — and he pulled.

Not violently.

The flat, deliberate, pulling-her-face-toward-his quality of someone who had decided the next action and was doing it.

Her face came up.

Their mouths met.

Not the warm, warm-water, warm-morning quality of the kiss he had given her mother in the forest — the flat, full, immediate, no-building-up, teeth-and-mouth, everything-at-once quality of a kiss that did not ask permission and did not take the building-up approach.

Her eyes.

They went somewhere.

The flat, present, wide-open-going-wide, whatever-she-had-expected-this-was-not-it quality of brown eyes receiving the full, present, immediate, no-managing-this quality of his mouth on hers for the first time.

"—Mmnh~!!!—" The flat, muffled, into-his-mouth, present, this-is-happening quality of a sound from a girl who had never been kissed at this register and whose body had filed the first impression at full volume.

His hand went down.

The flat, present, downward-from-her-hip, finding-the-specific-location quality of a hand going where it was going — and his fingers found the specific, soaked, wet-hair-warm, present location, and he pulled, the flat, present, pulling-the-fabric quality of her remaining undergarment —

It tore.

The flat, wet, snap quality of it.

He held it.

He released her mouth long enough to look at it — the flat, present, wet-fabric, torn-garment, small-in-his-hand quality of it — and then he pressed it to her mouth, the flat, deliberate, this-is-going-in-your-mouth quality of someone making a decision about the architecture.

"—Mmph~!!!—" The flat, full-mouth, fabric-stuffed, present quality of her sound.

Her eyes went wide.

He kissed her again.

Over the fabric.

The flat, mouth-to-mouth-over-fabric quality of it — and she was kissing back, the flat, present, body-making-decisions-the-brain-hadn’t-cleared quality of kissing back when the brain was still processing whether to kiss back.

His other hand.

The flat, present, moving-to-the-mother quality of his other hand — finding the mother’s chest from the side, the warm, present, full-palm quality of it — and pinching, the flat, deliberate, location-specific pinch of someone who knew the location.

"—AAAHN~!!!—" The mother’s voice. Immediate. The flat, cry quality of it.

Both of them.

Both at the same time, both his hands with both of them, the daughter kissing him and the mother crying out — and the flat, present, full-broadcast, Herb Integration passive running at point-blank range in an enclosed pool-chamber with two women, the ambient qi field at the specific, dense, compressed, underground-chamber-amplified quality of a sealed space receiving a full passive broadcast.

He gripped the daughter’s rear under the water.

The flat, underwater, both-hands-now-on-the-daughter, pulling-her-against-him quality — and she pressed, the flat, involuntary, body-pressing-forward quality of a girl whose body had been in the Herb Integration passive field for ten minutes and was responding to contact at close range with the flat, Foundation-Establishment, no-management-architecture, yin-physique-responding quality of a body that had no cultivator’s meridian management for this category.

The mother’s hand.

He felt it.

The flat, present, underwater, reaching-for-his-cock quality of a hand that had decided on an action — the mother’s hand finding the specific, present, underwater location and wrapping around it, the flat, full-grip, both-hands quality of her established grip.

He looked at her.

She was — the flat, amber-eyed, looking-at-him, this-is-what-I-am-doing quality of a woman who had decided that the daughter was getting too much of his rough and was addressing this with the flat, present, mother’s-logic, if-I-give-him-this-he-will-be-less-rough quality of a woman who had filed the calculation.

Her hand stroked.

The flat, present, deliberate, both-hands, full-stroke quality of it under the water.

He looked at her.

He looked at her hand.

He looked at her face.

She was looking at the daughter over his shoulder — at the brown eyes, which were still wide, still receiving the kiss, still in the specific, I-am-in-a-situation quality — with the flat, present, please-be-gentler-with-her quality of amber eyes making a specific, wordless, mother’s request.

He noted the request.

He noted: she was using her hands to make the request.

His free hand found her nipple.

The flat, present, pinching quality of someone who had received a request and was noting the receipt.

"—AHN~!!!—" Her voice. The flat, immediate, present quality of it.

He released the daughter’s mouth.

She breathed.

The flat, big, gasping, this-is-the-first-breath-since-the-kiss quality of a breath from a girl who had been in the kiss for however long and was now breathing.

The fabric fell from her mouth.

Into the water.

She was looking at him with the flat, wide, present, what-just-happened quality of brown eyes that had been in the kiss and were now out of the kiss and were filing the report.

He looked at the pool.

He looked at both of them.

He moved.

The flat, present, both-hands-at-the-mother, repositioning quality — he was moving her, the flat, hands-at-her-hips, turning-her quality of someone who had decided the geometry needed to change.

The mother found herself — the flat, present, being-positioned quality of a woman being placed in a position — bent over the pool’s stone edge, her arms finding the stone, the flat, both-arms, stone-surface, present quality of her weight on her forearms at the pool’s rim.

The water at her waist.

Her back to him.

Her daughter in front of her, in the pool, facing them.

He looked at the daughter.

At her brown eyes.

At the flat, wide, present, what-is-happening-now quality of brown eyes in a pool watching him position her mother.

He moved his cock against the mother’s lower body — not the pussy, the flat, deliberate, different-location, higher quality of someone choosing the specific, different, not-the-expected location.

The daughter understood before it happened.

"—leave my mother—" The flat, present, stepping-forward, brown-eyes-going-wide quality of a girl who had understood the geometry and was saying something about it.

He entered.

PAAH.

"—KYAAANGHHH~!!!—"

The mother’s back arched.

The flat, full, complete, spine-reversing, both-arms-gripping-the-stone, tears-rushing quality of it — her chest forward from the arch with the flat, forward-swinging, water-catching, everything-at-once quality of the movement.

The water rippled from the arch.

The flat, pool-surface, both-directions-from-center ripple of pool water receiving the event.

"—LEAVE HER—" The daughter in the water, moving toward them, her arms forward in the pool with the flat, wading-fast, going-to-do-something quality of a girl doing something.

He let her come.

He waited for her.

The flat, present, I-am-waiting quality of someone who had anticipated the direction.

She arrived.

She was reaching for his arm — the flat, both-hands, pulling-at-his-arm quality of a girl trying to pull someone away from her mother.

He took her.

The flat, one-hand, still-driving, other-hand-finding-her quality of someone who had both available options covered — his free hand at the daughter’s face, turning it toward him, pulling her forward.

PAH PAH.

"—AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!!—" The mother’s voice from the stone, her arms gripping the edge, her body receiving the full, present, unhurried, driving quality of him.

The daughter’s face in his hand.

The flat, present, face-being-turned quality of it — and he pulled her to his mouth, the flat, full, present, now-kissing-the-daughter-while-driving quality of it.

She froze.

The flat, full-stop, I-was-trying-to-help-my-mother quality of a girl who had arrived to do one thing and was being kissed instead.

"—Mmnh~!!!—"

His hand at her chest. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Both hands split — one at the daughter’s breast, the flat, full-palm, present, warm quality of a hand arriving at a location that had never been addressed before and was being addressed now — and he gripped.

The daughter’s eyes.

"—AAAHN~!!!—" The flat, high, immediate, never-felt-that-before quality of a sound from a girl whose body had the Yin Devouring Body running at Foundation Establishment Early and had just had its chest gripped at point-blank Herb Integration passive range for the first time.

He drove.

PAH PAH PAH.

"—HAANN~!!! AAAHN~!!! AHN~!!!—" The mother, at the stone edge, her body at full, present, nothing-managed output.

He kissed the daughter through the mother’s sounds.

The flat, present, daughter’s-mouth-on-his quality — and she was kissing back, the flat, body-ahead-of-brain quality of it, her hands finding his chest in the water.

"—Mmnh~... aaahn~...—" The daughter, low, into the kiss, the flat, present, Yin-Devouring-Body’s first-contact quality of sounds from a body that had been built to devour yin and was at the specific, point-blank, full-passive-broadcast range of the most yin-complementary qi architecture she had ever been near.

PAH PAAH PAH.

"—AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!! AAAHN~!!!—"

He said into the daughter’s ear, between the mother’s sounds:

"—tighten."

Not at the daughter.

At the mother.

"—tighten your hole."

She heard.

The flat, present, she-heard-it quality of a woman at a pool edge receiving an instruction while her daughter was being kissed over her shoulder.

She breathed.

She tightened.

The flat, deliberate, muscle-controlled, full-architecture quality of a woman who had been told to tighten and had done it.

"—AAAHN~!!!—" Her own sound from the tightening — the flat, present, effort-making-sensation quality of it.

PAH PAH PAH PAAH!

"—AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!! AHN~!!! AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!—"

He slapped her rear.

The flat, present, open-palm, full-force, water-on-impact quality of a slap at wet skin above the pool’s waterline — the flat, PAAH! quality of it — and she cried.

"—KYAAANGHHH~!!!—"

The daughter pulled back from the kiss.

"—Mother—"

He gripped the daughter’s chest tighter.

The flat, full-grip, all-fingers, present quality of it — and her eyes rolled, the flat, Foundation-Establishment-Early, Yin-Devouring-Body, point-blank-passive quality of eyes receiving the grip.

"—AHN~!!!—"

"—you both," he said. The flat, present, both-of-you delivery. "—are not performing well enough."

PAH.

"—HAANN~!!!—" The mother.

PAH.

"—AAAHN~!!!—" The daughter, still from his grip.

He looked at them both.

At the flat, wet, present, pool-chamber, everything-running quality of two women in chest-deep water in a ruined sect’s hidden harem pool.

"—Again," he said.

The flat, present, one-word, already-driving quality of it.

PAH PAH PAH PAAH!

"—AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!! AAAHN~!!!—"