Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 56 - Going Home as Guests

Her huge breasts squished against his chest as she looked up at him desperately.

"Separated during teleport," Cang explained quietly, his hands continuing to knead their asses. "But I’ll find them. Until then, you stay with me. Understand?"

"Yes~" they both whispered, clinging to him like devoted pets.

Ahead, Madam Lin walked down the forest path, hips swaying with each step—that natural, unconscious movement of a thick-bodied woman who had no idea how hypnotic it was.

Her ass moved beneath the dress in a rhythm that made Cang’s cock stir.

’Same body type as Suyin,’ he noted, his hand still groping the thick MILF maid. ’Heavy hips, massive ass, built for breeding. And she’s FIFTY. Fully mature. Experienced. Maternal.’

His cock was hardening now, pressing against Suyin’s soft thigh, and she felt it—eyes widening, face flushing.

He saw Madam Lin glance back, checking if they were following—

And he deliberately tilted his head, letting his gaze rake over her body appreciatively.

She noticed. Eyes widening slightly, face flushing, quickly looking away.

’She saw my cock earlier,’ Cang remembered. ’Soft and she already couldn’t stop looking. What’s she going to do when she sees it hard?’

He stood, pulling both maids up with him, and addressed Madam Lin loudly:

"Should we walk? They’re naked—people might see. How about you tell me where your house is and I’ll teleport them there first, then come back for you?"

Madam Lin blinked, considering.

"That—that would be wise. I live in Qinghe Town, eastern district, small blue house with white shutters near the apothecary. You can’t miss it—"

WHOOOOSH.

Cang vanished in a flicker of Core Formation speed, taking both maids with him.

Alone in the Forest

Madam Lin stood alone suddenly, the forest quiet again.

She looked down at her basket, biting her lip.

’Did he... did he really leave?’

Part of her felt relieved. The intensity of his presence, those golden eyes that seemed to see through her, the way he’d moved—

’He’s so strong. Core Formation at least. Maybe higher. If he really was Lin Feng’s friend...’

Her heart ached at the thought of her son. At the idea that this stranger had known him, fought beside him, might have been there when—

’Stop. Don’t think about it.’

She shook her head, trying to focus.

’If that young man is truly powerful, maybe—maybe he could help Yue’er. Protect her from Young Master Wei. Maybe—’

But then guilt crashed through her.

’What am I thinking? I can’t just trust a stranger! Even if he knew Lin Feng! Yue’er is—she’s my adopted daughter. From Old Madam Zhang who died two years ago. I promised to care for her. I can’t just—just ask some random cultivator to—’

"Trust whom, Auntie?"

GAH—!!

Madam Lin flinched violently, spinning around—

And found Cang standing directly behind her, so close she could feel his body heat.

His arm wrapped around her waist casually, possessively, pulling her back against his chest.

His chin came to rest on her shoulder, breath warm against her neck.

"What were you thinking about so seriously?" he murmured, voice intimate and teasing.

"W-WAIT—!!" Madam Lin pushed against him instinctively, trying to create distance—

But he’d already groped her.

Both hands coming up to cup her massive breasts through the dress, squeezing with casual ownership, thumbs rubbing over where her nipples pressed against fabric.

"HNNNH~!!"

The sound escaped her throat before she could stop it—shocked, embarrassed, and horrifyingly aroused from a touch she hadn’t felt in years.

She managed to break free, stumbling forward, spinning to face him with wide eyes and burning face.

"I—you—that’s—!!"

Words failed completely.

Cang just smiled, completely unapologetic.

"N-nothing!" she finally managed. "I wasn’t thinking about anything! You just—you startled me!"

Her hands moved to her chest instinctively, as if she could still feel where he’d grabbed her. Her heart was pounding, face flushed, body responding in ways she’d thought long dead.

’He touched me. He just—just grabbed my breasts like I was—like I was some young girl and not—’

"I apologize," Cang said, though his tone suggested he wasn’t sorry at all. "I didn’t mean to startle you."

He stepped closer again, and Madam Lin found herself frozen, unable to move as he approached.

"We should head to your house," he continued conversationally. "But there’s a problem."

"P-problem?"

He was right in front of her now, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes.

And gods, he was tall. Strong. His body radiating power and heat that made her feel small and weak and—

’Stop it!’

"To teleport from here," he said, his hands suddenly on her waist, "I need to hold you. Tight. Otherwise the spatial displacement might hurt you."

"I—that’s—"

But he was already pulling her against him.

Firmly. Possessively.

Her huge breasts crushed against his chest, soft flesh compressing, nipples hardening from the contact. His arms wrapped around her back, one hand sliding down to grip her ass—not subtly, not gently, but with clear intent.

"Apologize for the familiarity," he murmured, breath hot against her ear. "But mortal bodies are fragile."

"I—I understand—" Her voice came out strangled, muffled against his chest where her face had ended up pressed.

She could feel everything.

His hard muscle. His heat. His strength. The way his hand kneaded her ass through the dress, fingers digging into thick flesh, spreading her cheeks slightly.

And most horrifying—

She could feel something hard pressing against her stomach.

’Is that—is that his—oh gods—’

Her face burned hotter. Her heart pounded so loud she was sure he could hear it.

And he could.

Cang’s cultivation allowed him to sense everything about her body. Her racing heart. Her quickening breath. The way her nipples had hardened against his chest. The subtle shift of her hips, unconsciously pressing closer even as her mind screamed to pull away.

’She’s been without a man for years,’ he realized. ’Widowed or abandoned. Her body is STARVING for touch. For attention. For—’

His spiritual sense extended deeper, analyzing her physical structure, and he froze.

’Wait. Her physique—’

Hidden beneath the loss of cultivation, dormant and unused, was a bloodline trait.

[FERTILE WOMB CONSTITUTION]

Not powerful in combat. But incredible for breeding. Her body was literally designed to produce exceptional offspring—children with natural cultivation talent, strong bloodlines, inherited abilities.

’That’s how Lin Feng was born so talented,’ Cang realized. ’It wasn’t luck. It was HER. Her body literally creates genius children.’

His cock, already hard, throbbed against her stomach.

’I need to breed her. Claim her. Make her mine.’

But not yet. First, he needed to establish dominance. Trust. Dependency.

"Let’s go," he said, and before she could respond—

WHOOOOSH.

Reality snapped back into focus.

One moment Madam Lin was pressed against Cang’s chest in the forest, feeling his heat and hardness and overwhelming presence—

The next, they were standing in the small entrance hall of her home.

Wooden floors. Simple furniture. The smell of dried herbs and cooking oil. Sunlight filtering through paper windows.

Home.

But Cang didn’t release her immediately.

For a long moment, they stood there—his arms still wrapped around her body, holding her against him in an embrace that was far too intimate for strangers.

She could feel everything through the thin fabric of her dress.

His muscular chest pressed against her massive breasts, compressing the soft flesh. His abs against her soft belly—she’d gained weight over the years, lost the tight cultivator physique, and now her stomach was pleasantly chubby, padding that cushioned between them.

His hands on her lower back and ass, one gripping a thick cheek possessively.

And most prominently—

His cock.