Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 205- Getting Senior’s Blessing

She looked at him.

"Nineteen," she said.

Her voice had the specific, present, not-quite-managing quality of a voice operating in the full broadcast range of the atmospheric event.

He looked at her.

"Virgin," he said. Not a question.

Her chin came up.

The specific, present, not-apologizing-for-it lift of a young woman’s chin.

"Yes," she said.

He looked at her with the flat, assessor’s expression.

He reached forward.

His hand found her jaw — the flat, cupping hold, the specific, unhurried contact of someone who was taking a reading.

The Eye of Truth filed: foundation intact. Meridians compressed. Potential: Core Formation Late if the dual cultivation transfer ran clean from the first session. He noted this.

He chuckled.

The flat, small, internal-amusement chuckle of a man who had found something exactly as it presented.

He pulled her forward.

The flat, gentle, completely non-negotiable pull — her jaw in his hand, her forward into the geometry he was establishing — and she came with it, her feet finding the step, her body following the jaw, the instinctive, present follow of someone whose face had found a direction and whose body was following.

He kissed her.

Not the management-of-protest kiss. Not the building-approach kiss. The flat, direct, full kiss of someone who had run through the preliminaries and was beginning the work.

She made a sound.

"—Mmnh~!!!—"

Not protest. Not surprise. The specific, first-time, high-volume, everything-at-once sound of a young woman receiving her first real kiss in the full broadcast range of fourteen compressed spiritual energy variants and a Nascent Soul Mid Stage ambient field.

Her hands came up.

Both of them. Flat, to his chest. Not pushing — landing, the specific, present, need-something-to-touch landing of hands that had found a surface.

He laid her back.

The flat, efficient, unhurried backward guide — her down, his knee between hers, the geometry assembling with the specific, patient authority of someone who had a process.

He looked at her.

She looked up at him.

Her brown eyes were — wide. The full, present, wide eyes of someone who was in the first moment of understanding what the next thing was.

He did not give her the opportunity to talk herself out of it.

He entered.

Not the full entry. The first three inches — the specific, measured, initial increment of someone giving the body information before the next increment.

She made the sound.

"—AAAHNN~!!!—"

The full, high, absolute sound of a Foundation Establishment virgin receiving the first three inches of a Nascent Soul Mid Stage dual cultivation practitioner.

Blood.

Warm. The flat, specific, present evidence of what it was — running down the inside of her thigh with the specific, immediate, warm honesty of something irreversible.

He held.

Three seconds. The physician’s hold — not for sentiment, for the specific, clinical reason that the meridians needed three seconds to receive the cultivation transfer at this stage before the next increment would run clean.

She was breathing.

The enormous, full-chest, everything-involved breathing of a nineteen-year-old who had just received information her body had never previously processed.

"—Haahn~...—" Soft. The specific, settling sound of a body moving from the sharp response into the longer processing.

He drove.

PAAH.

"—AAAHN~!!!—"

PAAH PAAH.

"—HAANN~!!! AHN~!!!—"

The two MILF women at his sides found positions.

Not waiting for instruction — the flat, present, cultivator-frank, completely self-directed positioning of two women who had observed the geometry and had decided where they were useful. One at his left, her hands at his back, her mouth at his shoulder, her body pressed flat to his side with the full, warm, comprehensive contact of someone who had located the broadcast range’s point-blank location and had decided to stay there.

The other at his right. Lower. Her mouth found the secondary location — the flat, warm, present mouth of a woman who had assessed what was available and was addressing it with the thorough, unhurried attention of someone doing careful work.

"—Mmnh~... mmnh~...—"

He noted this.

He continued.

PAAH PAAH PAAH.

"—AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!! AHN~!!!—"

The virgin’s back was arcing.

Not the full, Core Formation arc — her cultivation was Foundation Early, the arcs at this stage were smaller, more honest, the specific, unrefined, natural arc of a body that did not have cultivation refinement to manage its responses and was expressing them directly.

Her hands were in the grass.

Both of them.

White-knuckled.

"—AHN~!!!—it’s—HAANN~!!!—it’s too much—AAAHN~!!!—I can"t—AHN~!!!—Senior I can"t—"

He looked at her face.

Her brown eyes were at the sky.

Her mouth was open.

The cultivation light was building at her skin — the specific, warm, beginning-of-something glow that a Foundation Establishment cultivator produced when the dual cultivation transfer was running and the meridians were receiving.

He drove.

PAH PAH PAAH PAAH PAAAH!

"—AAAHNN~!!! HAANN~!!! AHN~!!! AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!—"

The light went bright.

The specific, full, sky-reaching light of Foundation Establishment crossing into Core Formation Early — her first major breakthrough, arriving in the specific, abrupt, overwhelming way that first breakthroughs arrived when the energy source was seventeen cultivation stages above the recipient and the recipient had just had every internal barrier comprehensively addressed.

The blood on her thigh was still warm.

The light at her skin was warmer.

He finished inside her.

The deep, warm, complete delivery of the dual cultivation transfer, the full spiritual energy channel running clean through her newly-opened meridians, the Core Formation Early configuration settling into her foundation with the flat, accomplished certainty of something that had been placed correctly.

She lay flat.

Both arms at her sides. Eyes open. The specific, present, going-somewhere-else quality of a nineteen-year-old who had gone from Foundation Early to Core Formation Early in one session and was filing the experience at the speed that experience was filing.

He was already moving.

The second was the left MILF.

She had been watching. She had been at his side the entire time, close enough to have her meridians running in the full broadcast range, and what the broadcast range had done to her over the previous twenty minutes was visible in the flat, present, thorough preparation of a body that had been receiving input for twenty minutes and had opinions.

He pulled her to him.

She came with the specific, warm, forward, no-wasted-motion efficiency of a woman who had been waiting and was done waiting.

"—Mmnh~—" The sound she made when he found the specific position he had found with her at the tower base — not new information for her body, familiar information for her body, her body recognizing the familiar with the specific, warm, immediate, high-volume reaction of something that had been there before and was back.

PAAH PAAH PAAH.

"—HAANN~!!! AHN~!!! AAAHN~!!!—"

She was louder than the virgin.

The specific, experienced, high-volume, thoroughly-managed-then-abandoned output of a woman who had been running the cultivator’s breath control for twenty years and had just released it completely.

"—AAAHN~!!!— Senior—HAANN~!!!— it’s better than—AHN~!!!— I"ve never—AAAHN~!!!—the spiritual energy—HAANN~!!!— I can feel it—AHN~!!!—building—AAAHNN~!!!—it’s building—KYAAN~!!!—building—"

PAAH PAAH PAAAH!

"—AAAHNN~!!! AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!—"

Breakthrough. Core Formation Mid.

The warm, gold-amber, full-sky-reach of a woman crossing a stage boundary she had been sitting below for eleven years.

He was already on the third.

He did not stop.

This was the relevant fact of the next two days.

He did not stop.

He worked through them with the flat, comprehensive, systematic thoroughness of a physician conducting a clinic — one after another, the line he had established, each woman receiving the full, present, unhurried attention of someone for whom this was cultivation work rather than performance, each woman receiving the dual cultivation transfer at the full, appropriate output for her stage and her meridian condition.

He noted each one.

Blue eyes, the pale morning-sky blue, Foundation Mid — she came to him sideways, the specific, lateral approach of a woman who had decided the geometry and was providing it — and she wrapped both her legs around his waist from a seated position with the flat, present, anchor-grip of someone who had found a position she liked and was staying there.

"—Mmnh~!!!—HAANN~!!!—" PAAH PAAH PAAH. "—AHN~!!! AAAHN~!!!—" Breakthrough: Core Formation Early. The light went up.

Brown eyes. Older. Forty-something. The Void Return bloodline in its full, comprehensive, decades-built expression — the specific, dense, warm, thoroughly-natural body of a woman who had never been cultivation-refined for aesthetics because she had been doing other things for forty years, and the result was the specific, real, authentic, comprehensively-present expression of a cultivation territory woman at her full, honest, natural weight.

She got on top.

The flat, self-directed, completely decided mount of a woman who had assessed the available geometry and had selected the architecture she preferred.

CLAP CLAP CLAP PAAH!

"—AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!!—harder—AHN~!!!—I said harder—AAAHN~!!!—SENIOR—HAANN~!!!—"