Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 78 - Helping Mother

Zhang Yue knelt on the bed, tongue still cleaning the last traces of mixed fluids from Cang’s fingers, her mind struggling to process what was about to happen.

Behind her, her mother lay in a destroyed heap—hips still raised, pussy still leaking cum in thick rivulets, eyes glazed and unfocused, tongue hanging from her mouth like she’d forgotten how to close it.

One hour of brutal fucking had reduced Madam Lin to that state.

And now it was Yue’s turn.

Cang’s hand slowly withdrew from her mouth, fingers trailing along her jaw almost tenderly before moving to her chest.

His palm pressed against her sternum—right between her small breasts—and he pushed.

Not hard. Just firm. Inevitable.

"Lie back," he said softly.

And Yue’s body obeyed before her mind could protest, muscles responding to that commanding voice, and she fell backwards onto the bed with a soft gasp.

Her back hit the mattress. Her legs dangled off the edge, feet not quite reaching the floor. Her arms moved instinctively to cover herself, but—

His hands caught her wrists. Pinned them above her head with one hand.

"Don’t hide," he said. "I want to see all of you."

"Please—" Her voice was barely a whisper. "I’m scared—"

"I know."

His free hand moved to her chest, fingers finding her small breast, and he pinched her nipple—not cruelly, but firmly enough to make her gasp.

"Aahhh~"

The sensation shot straight to her core, making her pussy clench on nothing, and she bit her lip to suppress the moan that wanted to follow.

His fingers rolled her nipple, tugged it gently, then moved to the other breast and repeated the process.

"Such sensitive little tits," he observed, watching her face flush darker with each touch. "They’ll get bigger once you start cultivating properly. Once my seed starts enhancing your body."

"Don’t—don’t say things like that—" She turned her face away, unable to meet his eyes.

But he just chuckled and released her wrists, his hands moving down her body—over her flat stomach, her narrow hips, finding the waistband of her already torn pants.

"Lift your hips," he commanded.

She hesitated, thighs pressing together instinctively.

"Yue." His voice carried that weight again. That pressure that made disobedience feel impossible. "Lift. Your. Hips."

Trembling, crying silently, she obeyed.

Her hips lifted off the bed, and he pulled her pants down—slowly, almost reverently—revealing her soaked underwear first, then pulling those down too.

Exposing her completely.

Her virgin pussy, never seen by any man, laid bare before his golden eyes.

And it was beautiful.

Not in a conventional way. Not perfectly smooth and pink like depicted in erotic art.

But real. Human. Vulnerable.

Her outer lips were slightly swollen from hours of arousal, flushed a deeper pink than the surrounding skin. A light dusting of dark hair covered her mound—not thick like her mother’s, but present, natural, untrimmed because she’d never expected anyone to see.

Her slit was sealed tight, inner folds completely hidden, just a delicate line of flesh that glistened with moisture.

And when his fingers gently parted those outer lips—

She whimpered, thighs trying to close, but his other hand pressed one knee down firmly.

Her inner folds revealed themselves—bright pink, slick with arousal, small and delicate. Her entrance was tiny, barely visible, the opening so small it seemed impossible anything could enter.

And just inside—

The thin membrane of her hymen, already stretched somewhat from years of tentative self-exploration, but still intact. Still marking her as untouched.

"Beautiful," Cang murmured, and he meant it.

His cock hung between his legs, still mostly soft from his previous orgasm, and he wrapped his hand around it, giving it a few slow strokes.

"Watch," he told her, positioning himself between her spread legs. "Watch what’s going to enter you."

Yue’s eyes went wide with fresh fear as she stared at his cock—even semi-hard it was massive, and as he stroked it, blood began flowing back, making it swell.

"No—" Her voice cracked. "It won’t—there’s no way that can—"

"It will," he said calmly. "Your body will stretch. It’s designed to."

"But I’ll tear—"

"Probably a little," he agreed with infuriating honesty. "That’s what hymens do. But I’ll go slow. Let you adjust."

He positioned his cockhead against her entrance—still only half-hard, but already thick enough to make her breathing quicken with panic.

"Here’s what’s going to happen," he explained, his tone almost educational. "I’m going to push in slowly while I’m still soft like this. Let your pussy get used to having something inside. Then—"

His cock twitched, hardening slightly.

"—as I get harder, you’ll feel it growing inside you. Stretching you from within. It will hurt. You will cry. But if you stay relaxed, if you breathe through it—you’ll survive."

"Survive—?!" Her voice pitched higher. "That’s not—you’re supposed to say I’ll enjoy it—that it’ll feel good—!"

"It will feel good," he corrected. "Eventually. After the pain. After your body adjusts. But I won’t lie to you, Yue. The first time hurts. Especially with a cock like mine."

And he began to push.

"Aahhh—!" Her cry was immediate, back arching off the bed as just his cockhead began parting her virgin lips. "Wait—wait—too big—!"

"Breathe," he commanded, one hand moving to her hip, holding her steady. "Deep breaths. Don’t tense up."

But she couldn’t help tensing, every muscle in her body going rigid as foreign pressure pushed against her most intimate place.

His cockhead slowly forced her entrance wider, the rim of his glans stretching her opening past anything she’d ever experienced, and—

"It hurts—" Tears streamed down her face. "Please—it hurts—"

"I know."

But he didn’t stop.

Slowly, inexorably, his cockhead pushed through that tight ring of muscle, and Yue’s scream became constant—

"Aaaaahhhhh—no no no—please—aaahhhhh—"

Behind them, movement.

Madam Lin stirred, her glazed eyes slowly focusing, consciousness returning just enough to hear her daughter’s cries of pain.

"Yue’er—?" Her voice was slurred, broken, but maternal instinct pushed through the haze. "Baby—what—?"

She turned her head, saw Cang between her daughter’s legs, saw Yue’s face twisted in agony, and—

Something shifted in her destroyed mind.

Not recovery. Not clarity. Just—purpose.

She had to protect her daughter. Had to help. Even if she couldn’t stop this, she could ease it.

Slowly, shakily, she crawled across the bed on hands and knees, moving like a wounded animal, until she reached Yue’s side.

"Shhhh, baby, shhhhh—" Her hand moved to Yue’s face, stroking her cheek, wiping away tears. "Mother’s here—I’m here—"

"Mother—" Yue’s voice broke. "It hurts—it hurts so much—"

"I know, baby, I know—" Madam Lin’s other hand moved down, and without thinking, her fingers found Yue’s clit.

She began rubbing. Gentle circles. The same motion she’d used on herself during those lonely years. Trying to create pleasure to offset the pain.

"Just breathe—" she whispered. "Focus on Mother’s fingers—feel the good sensation—ignore the rest—"

Cang watched this with dark amusement, never stopping his slow penetration.

His cockhead was fully inside now, and he could feel Yue’s hymen pressing against it, that thin membrane stretching but not yet tearing.

"How touching," he said, looking at Madam Lin. "The broken mother trying to comfort her daughter while I defile her."

Madam Lin’s eyes met his, and despite her destroyed state, defiance flickered.

"Please—" The word came out hoarse. "Please be gentle with her. She’s just—she’s so young—"

"You care about her?" Cang asked, continuing his slow push. "Even now? Even after I broke you so thoroughly?"

"She’s my daughter—" Tears filled Madam Lin’s eyes. "I’ll always—"