Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 236- Taking both mother and daughter together

Chapter 236: Chapter 236- Taking both mother and daughter together

At the mother.

At his robe.

She — upside down, hair hanging, both legs still in the air, his mouth doing what his mouth was doing — received the instruction.

Her hands found the lower robe’s ties.

The flat, upside-down, both-hands-working, finding-the-tie quality of hands operating in a position they had not been designed for but were doing the work regardless — and the tie came loose, the flat, present, loosening quality of it.

She pulled.

The robe’s lower half.

Her fingers at the fabric, the flat, present, removing-it quality of someone undressing another person from the specific, inverted, upside-down, face-at-the-level-of-the-robe position.

The fabric moved.

It came away from the relevant location.

His cock was free.

The flat, warm, present, substantial, heavy, everything-the-morning-had-produced quality of it swinging forward — and in her inverted position with her face at his lower front, the specific, forward, forehead-level quality of its arrival was what it was.

It hit her forehead.

The flat, warm, full-weight, present swing of it finding the nearest available surface.

"—Nnghh~...—" The flat, low, involuntary, present quality of her sound.

Her hands found it.

The flat, both-hands, wrapping-around quality of fingers that had found the available architecture and were holding it — the specific, this-is-what-my-hands-are-holding quality of her grip.

She started.

The flat, present, working-while-inverted, stroking quality of hands that had established a grip and were using it — and her mouth, the flat, warm, moving-to-the-location quality of a mouth that had a destination.

He began to move toward the pool.

Slowly.

The flat, walking-while-holding-her-inverted, entering-the-pool quality of someone who had decided the pool was the next location and was going there while the current arrangement continued.

She was at the pool’s edge.

Her face was — the flat, present, face-down quality of her inverted position at the pool’s surface — the water below her, her hair hanging toward it, her hands at his cock and her mouth working with the specific, warm, present, doing-this-while-upside-down quality of someone who had received the instruction and was following it.

He entered the pool.

The water.

The flat, warm-stone, fresh-fill, present quality of the pool receiving him — the water at his ankles, then his shins, then his knees, then his thighs, still walking, the flat, present, wading quality of someone entering a pool while carrying an inverted woman.

Her face hit the water.

Not violently — the flat, pool-surface, water-arriving-at-face-level quality of a woman who was being carried at the height of his waist and whose inverted face was therefore at water level when he entered the pool.

The water covered her.

She felt it.

The flat, full-face, cold-water, pool-surface-is-now-my-face quality of water arriving at an inverted face — and she flailed, the specific, both-legs, arm-releasing, what-is-happening quality of a woman whose face was underwater and whose hands had left their position in the specific, drowning-response, this-is-water-on-my-face quality of a reflex that was older than cultivation.

"—Mother—!"

The daughter.

She had been in the doorway.

She was not in the doorway anymore.

She was moving — the flat, forward, no-interval, both-feet, running-toward-the-pool quality of a girl who had seen her mother go underwater and had made a decision before the decision could be thought about.

She hit the pool’s edge.

She went over it.

The flat, both-feet, jumping-in quality of someone who had decided the pool was where she needed to be and had gone there — the splash, the flat, present, full-body-entry, water-going-everywhere quality of a girl jumping into a pool fully clothed to reach her mother.

The water splashed.

Wide.

The flat, present, arc-and-fall quality of pool water displaced by a full-body entry at speed.

He released the telekinesis.

The mother dropped.

Not far — they were in the pool, the water was there, the flat, present, landing-in-the-water quality of a woman released from qi-hold at pool depth, the water receiving her.

She surfaced.

The flat, present, gasping, heaving, both-hands-at-the-pool-edge, coughing-water quality of a woman who had had her face in pool water and was now having air.

"—haah—haah—" The flat, present, coughing-water, heaving-air quality of it.

The daughter surfaced beside her.

Water everywhere. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

The flat, present, wet, both-of-them-wet, soaked-through, hair-plastered quality of two women who had just been in pool water — the daughter’s clothes plastered to her body with the flat, wet-fabric, form-revealing, nothing-ambiguous quality of soaked clothing on a recently-restored Foundation Establishment body.

"—Mother—" She was coughing too, water she had swallowed on entry. "—are you—are you all right—"

The mother was at the pool’s edge.

Heaving.

Her hair plastered forward over her face and chest with the flat, completely-disheveled, been-in-water quality of dark hair that had been dry and was not dry anymore.

"—I—" The flat, present, catching-breath quality of her voice. "—I am—"

The daughter gasped.

Not from coughing.

The flat, present, something-has-found-me quality of a gasp — and she was looking at him, her brown eyes wide, her wet hair flat against her face, her soaked clothes plastered to the specific, young, Foundation-Establishment-Early, Yin-Devouring-Body, recently-restored body that the wet clothes were now revealing in the flat, present, I-can-see-everything quality of wet fabric.

His hand was on her.

He had her.

The flat, full-grip, both-hands-at-the-soaked-fabric-of-her-clothes quality of hands that had found her in the water and were holding her.

She looked at his hands.

At the fabric.

He pulled.

The flat, present, both-hands, opposite-directions, tearing quality of someone who had assessed the fabric and had decided the fabric was not going to be a factor — the soaked fabric giving way with the flat, wet-cloth, tearing quality of material that had been soaked and stressed and was now being stressed past its architecture.

It came apart.

The flat, present, ripping quality of it — not neat, the flat, jagged, here-and-there-and-gone quality of wet fabric meeting Nascent Soul cultivator strength.

She grabbed.

"—AHN~!!! WAIT—"

He kept tearing.

The flat, methodical, piece-by-piece quality of it — the front of it first, then the ties, then the remaining cloth — until the daughter was in the pool in the specific, nothing-remaining quality of someone who no longer had the clothing she had entered the pool with.

She stood in the chest-deep water.

Brown eyes wide.

Her hands moved — the flat, both-arms-crossing, covering quality of a girl who had never been in this position before and was doing the instinctive thing.

He looked at her.

He looked at the mother.

Both of them.

In the pool.

Wet.

The flat, warm, present, pool-water-warm quality of two women standing in chest-deep water — one near-manifestation yin lineage, mid-thirties, everything-the-morning-had-produced; one Yin Devouring Body, eighteen going nineteen, Foundation Establishment Early, just-restored, never-been-in-this-situation-before.

He pulled them both.

The flat, both-hands, one-on-each, simultaneously-pulling quality of someone who had made a decision about the geometry — one arm around the mother, one hand reaching for the daughter, pulling both of them toward him in the water with the flat, closing-the-distance quality of pulling two women into a shared position.

The mother came first.

She was — the flat, still-catching-breath, been-through-everything, amber-eyes-open quality of a woman who had been in too many situations today to be surprised by a new one.

The daughter came second.

Reluctantly.

The flat, being-pulled, resisting-slightly, this-is-a-lot, brown-eyes-at-his-chest quality of a girl who was being pulled toward someone and was going because the hand pulling her was not giving her the option of not going.

Both of them against him.

The flat, warm, water-temperature, both-bodies-present, front-and-side quality of two women at close range in a pool.

He looked at them both.

"—Now," he said. The flat, present, matter-of-fact delivery. "—I am going to fuck you both."