Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 84 - Days and Their Goals

Day Two - Adaptation

She woke to pain.

Not from injury—her cultivation had healed most of the minor tears and bruises.

But from his cock entering her pussy again.

"Aahhh—?!" Her eyes flew open, finding him above her, already thrusting. "Wh—when did you—?"

"You’ve been asleep for six hours," he said. "That’s enough. Time to continue."

"But I’m still—hnnngh—!! Tired—!!"

"Your body isn’t tired," he corrected. "Check your cultivation. You advanced three layers yesterday. Your stamina is much higher now."

And he was right. Despite feeling mentally exhausted, her body responded to his movements with renewed energy, pussy clenching around him, hips tilting up unconsciously to take him deeper.

"No—" she protested weakly. "I don’t want—"

But her body betrayed her, and he smiled knowingly.

"Your body knows what it needs," he said. "Stop fighting it."

And he fucked her.

Day two was somehow worse than day one.

Because now her body had adapted somewhat. The pain was less intense, which meant she could focus more on the other sensations.

The fullness. The friction. The way his cock dragged against spots inside her that made her see stars.

The pleasure.

"No—" she sobbed even as her pussy clenched around him. "I shouldn’t—I shouldn’t feel good—"

"Why not?" he asked, genuinely curious. "This is dual cultivation. It’s supposed to feel good. That’s how the energy transfer works."

"But it’s wrong—" she gasped. "You forced me—I didn’t want—"

"And yet—" His hand moved to her clit, rubbing. "—you’re soaking wet. And not just from my cum."

She couldn’t deny it. Her pussy was producing its own lubrication now, her body fully aroused despite her mental resistance.

"That’s—that’s just—hnnngh—!! Biology—!!"

"Call it whatever you want," he said, increasing his pace. "Your cunt is gripping me like it never wants to let go."

And he was right. She could feel it—her inner walls clenching around him, trying to pull him deeper, her body instinctively seeking more.

He fucked her mouth more that day. Teaching her to suppress her gag reflex completely, to take his entire length down her throat while breathing through her nose.

She cried the entire time, tears streaming down her face as he used her throat like a pussy, but her body responded—nipples hardening, pussy dripping.

And her cultivation rose.

Fifth layer. Sixth layer. Seventh layer.

By the time night fell again, she was Peak Qi Condensation realm.

And her body had changed. Subtle but noticeable.

Her skin had taken on a slight glow. Her small breasts had grown slightly, now a full C-cup, the enhancement from spiritual energy making them more sensitive.

Her hair, which had been dull from malnutrition, now shone with health.

And her stamina—gods, her stamina—

She could fuck for hours now without collapsing.

Which meant he did.

Day Three - Corruption Begins

She stopped begging him to stop on day three.

Not because she wanted it. Not consciously.

But because she realized it was useless. He would fuck her regardless. Her protests only seemed to encourage him.

So she endured silently.

Or tried to.

"You’re quiet today," he observed as he fucked her against the cave wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. "No more crying?"

"What’s the point?" she said bitterly. "You’ll do what you want anyway."

"True," he agreed. "But I enjoyed your cries. They were arousing."

"I’m not here to arouse you—"

"Yes you are," he corrected. "That’s exactly why you’re here. To be my toy for a week. To advance your cultivation through sex. To become strong."

And despite herself—despite everything—

That last part resonated.

Because she was getting stronger. She could feel it.

Not just cultivation realm, but power. Real, tangible power that would let her protect herself, protect her mother, never be helpless again.

And the cost was—what? Being fucked for a week?

’Women have endured worse for less,’ a treacherous part of her mind whispered.

She tried to suppress that thought, but it lingered.

And with it came—changes.

She stopped tensing when he entered her. Started relaxing her muscles, letting him slide in easier.

She stopped fighting when he moved her into position. Started moving herself, anticipating what he wanted.

Small changes. Subtle. But he noticed.

"Good girl," he murmured as she spread her legs without being asked. "You’re learning."

And something in her chest clenched at the praise.

’No—I don’t want his approval—I shouldn’t—’

But her pussy clenched too, and she couldn’t deny the spike of arousal.

He fucked her in the waterfall that day, pulling her outside the cave and into the falling water, the cold spray shocking her heated skin as he took her from behind.

The water was deafening, drowning out her moans, and something about the privacy of that sound barrier made her louder.

"Aahhh—!! Hnnngh—!! Right there—!!"

Had she just—had she just told him where to fuck her?

’No—I didn’t mean—’

But he angled his thrusts to hit that spot again, and—

"Yes—!! Aahhh—!! There—!!"

She had. She was actively participating now. Guiding him.

And when she came—screaming into the waterfall’s roar—

She felt it.

Foundation Establishment Realm.

The breakthrough crashed through her like lightning, her body glowing with golden light that rivaled the setting sun, spiritual energy flooding her meridians in torrents.

Her body transformed further—muscles became leaner but stronger, skin became flawless, her C-cup breasts grew to D-cup.

And her pussy—

Tightened. Reset to near-virgin tightness, but with the durability to handle his cock without tearing.

"Fuck—" he groaned as her newly tightened pussy clenched around him. "You just became perfect."

And he fucked her through the breakthrough, through the waves of energy, through her screaming orgasm that lasted minutes.

When she finally came down, collapsing in his arms under the waterfall—

Something had shifted.

Not consciously. Not a decision.

But the corruption had begun.

Day Four - Descent

"Harder."

The word left her mouth before she could stop it.

Cang paused mid-thrust, looking down at her with raised eyebrows.

"What was that?"

Yue’s face burned with shame, but—

"Harder," she repeated, voice barely above a whisper. "Fuck me harder."

His smile was predatory.

"As you wish."

And he pounded her, his hips slamming against her thick thighs—yes, thighs that had gotten thicker, more toned, the muscle development from constant cultivation enhancement making her lower body stronger.

"Aahhh—!! Yes—!! Like that—!!"

When had she started saying yes? When had she stopped crying?

She didn’t know. Couldn’t remember. Time had become meaningless.

Day and night blurred together—she could see light brightening and dimming through the waterfall, but whether it was day three or day four or day five—

She’d lost track.

All she knew was cock.

His cock in her pussy. In her ass. In her mouth. Between her breasts.

And the pleasure that came with it.

The cultivation advancement that followed.

"Touch yourself," he commanded as he fucked her from behind. "Rub your clit while I use your ass."

And she did.

No hesitation. No protest. Just her hand sliding between her legs, fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing.

"Hnnngh—!! Both holes—!! Feels so full—!!"

"You love it," he observed. "Admit it."

"I—I don’t—"

SLAP.

His hand came down on her ass, the sharp sting making her yelp.

"Don’t lie," he said. "Admit you love being fucked. Admit you’ve become addicted to my cock."

"No—I haven’t—"

SLAP.

"Admit it."

Tears streamed down her face, shame and arousal mixing, and—

"Yes—!!" The word burst from her. "Yes I love it—!! I love your cock—!! I’m addicted—!! Please don’t stop—!!"

And saying it out loud—admitting it—

Broke something inside her.

The last wall crumbled, and Zhang Yue stopped fighting.

Stopped pretending she hated this.

And embraced what she’d become