Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 91- Helping the Snake

But her attacks were becoming less precise. More wild. Emotion overriding technique.

Because no one had touched her in centuries. No one had complimented her. No one had looked at her with anything except fear.

And this infuriating dragon-blooded human was doing all three while casually dodging death.

They crashed through another wall, and suddenly—

Sunlight.

They’d fought all the way through the cave system, emerging on the mountain’s far side, a small clearing with a stream and open sky.

Dawn was breaking, painting everything in shades of gold and pink.

And in that light—

Cang saw her fully for the first time.

The Serpent Matriarch stood in the clearing, chest heaving, her single remaining hand clenched, her tail coiled beneath her for support.

And she was magnificent.

Her purple hair caught the dawn light, seeming to shimmer. Her white skin glowed. Her amethyst eyes blazed with fury and something else—something vulnerable beneath the rage.

And that missing arm—

’She’s been fighting alone,’ Cang realized. ’Centuries of defending this territory. With one arm. Against challenges, against intruders, against everything.’

"You’re injured," he said, his tone shifting. Not mocking. Just—observant.

"Obviously—" Her voice was bitter. "I’ve been injured for ninety years. Since the day I—"

She stopped, jaw clenching, refusing to finish the sentence.

"What happened?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"None of your business—" She started to lunge again, but—

He moved faster.

Closed the distance in a blink, and—

Kissed her.

His lips pressed against hers, firm, claiming, silencing her mid-attack.

And the Serpent froze.

Complete, utter shock paralyzing her more effectively than any strike.

’He’s—he’s KISSING me—why is he—I was about to—’

Her tail instinctively coiled, wrapping around both their bodies, squeezing—trying to crush his ribs, to make him let go—

But the dragon scales held. She could feel them beneath his skin, unyielding, preventing her from applying lethal pressure.

And he just—continued kissing her.

His tongue pushed past her lips, finding hers, and—

’He tastes like—like that human woman—like blood and—’

Rage surged again, and she bit—

Her fangs extending slightly, serpentine instinct taking over, trying to inject venom—

But he didn’t pull away. Just accepted the bite, his blood mixing with the kiss, and—

His hand moved.

Sliding along her coiled tail. Finding where her lower body—where her pussy was hidden beneath scales.

And pressed.

The scales parted instinctively at his touch, revealing the wet slit beneath, and his fingers—

"Hnnnngh—?!" The sound that escaped her throat was muffled by the kiss, shocked, as his fingers found her most sensitive place and rubbed.

Still swollen. Still wet. Still aching from the forced orgasm earlier.

And the sensation—

’No—I can’t—not again—’

But her body was in heat. Her instincts were screaming MATE. And his touch, after centuries of nothing—

Her tail squeezed harder, trying desperately to break him, to make him stop, but—

He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes.

And his free hand—the one not between her tail scales—moved to her face.

Cupping her cheek. Thumb brushing away tears she hadn’t realized were falling.

Tears.

Of rage. Of frustration. Of loneliness that she’d buried for decades.

And his tongue—

Extended, licking along her face, tasting those tears mixed with the residual fury in her expression.

"You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen," he said quietly. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

And the sincerity in his voice—

Broke something in her.

Not her rage. That was still there, burning.

But the wall she’d built. The isolation. The conviction that no one would ever see her as anything except a monster.

"You’re—" Her voice cracked. "You’re lying—you’re just—you want something—"

"I do want something," he agreed, his fingers still rubbing her pussy beneath scales, making her gasp. "But that doesn’t make the first part less true."

His cock—which had softened slightly during the fight—was hardening again, pressing against her coiled tail, the scaled surface providing interesting friction.

And she felt it. Felt that thick, massive shaft swelling against her, and—

"What—" Her voice was breathy now, the rage weakening. "What do you want?"

He smiled. Not the cruel smile from before. Something gentler. More genuine.

"I already got the pussy of that human woman," he said casually. "So I’m patient enough to wait for yours."

The Serpent blinked, confusion replacing fury for a moment.

"You’re—you’re saying you DON’T want to fuck me right now?" she asked incredulously. "After forcing that—that ORGASM—after making me transform—?"

"Oh, I definitely want to fuck you," he corrected. "But I’m not going to force it. When I take you, it’ll be because you’re begging for my cock. Not because I violated you while you were in heat."

She stared at him, utterly bewildered by this sudden shift in behavior.

And slowly—very slowly—

Her tail uncurled.

Releasing him. Pulling back.

Creating space between them for the first time since the kiss.

"I don’t understand you," she said finally, her voice small in a way it hadn’t been for centuries. "You violate me. Force me to transform. Fight me. Touch me. And then—say things like that. Why?"

"Because you’re interesting," he said simply. "And beautiful. And I don’t break my toys unless they want to be broken."

He turned, walking back toward the cave entrance, completely unbothered by his nakedness.

"I’m leaving now," he called over his shoulder. "You can go back to your cave. Back to terrorizing villagers. Back to your lonely existence. I won’t stop you."

The Serpent watched him walk away, something twisting in her chest—

An unfamiliar sensation.

Loneliness.

Because for the first time in ninety years—since she’d lost her arm—since she’d retreated to this mountain to hide her weakness—

Someone had looked at her and seen beauty instead of monstrosity.

And now he was leaving.

"Wait—" The word escaped before she could stop it.

He paused, glancing back with a raised eyebrow.

"I won’t—" She struggled with the words. "I won’t eat anyone from the village anymore. You can take the human woman. Just—just leave."

Her voice was firm, trying to reclaim authority.

But he just smiled and walked back into the cave.

"What—?! Where are you going—?!"

She followed, her tail propelling her forward, and found him—

Sitting casually on a flat rock near where Song Mei still lay unconscious.

And from thin air—

A golden ring on his finger glowed, and—

Objects materialized.

Herbs. Dozens of them. Rare, precious, glowing with spiritual energy.

Bottles. Pills. Cultivation resources that would drive nations to war.

All casually laid out like he was unpacking groceries.

The Serpent’s eyes went wide, her spiritual sense recognizing several of the items immediately.

’That’s—that’s Thousand Year Frost Lotus—and Celestial Phoenix Grass—and—oh ancestors that’s DRAGON BONE MARROW—’

Items that shouldn’t exist. That were legend. That cultivators would kill thousands for.

And he just—pulled them out of a storage ring like they were common weeds.

"What are you doing?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Cang didn’t answer, his eyes scanning the herbs, and—

[SYSTEM: ANALYZE]

[SCANNING AVAILABLE RESOURCES...]

[OPTIMAL REGENERATION FORMULA: IDENTIFIED]

[REQUIRED INGREDIENTS: DRAGON BONE MARROW (1 gram), PHOENIX TEARS (3 drops), CELESTIAL GROWTH HERB (whole plant), SPIRIT TIGER BONE DUST (1 teaspoon)]

[COMBINING...]

Golden light flared as the system mixed ingredients automatically in a jade bottle that appeared in his hand, the substances melting together, forming a thick silver liquid that glowed with power.

And he held it out to her.

"Drink this," he said simply. "And I’ll leave."