Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 241- Blood from a MILF’s Hole

And simultaneously the daughter’s body gave the other thing — the thing that pain and sudden release sometimes produce together, warm and involuntary, running the same path, over the arm, over her mother.

"—Aaahn~...—" The daughter. The specific bewildered quality of a girl hearing her own body do something she had no name for and no mortification left to spend on it.

He groaned.

Single, deep, genuine — a sound produced by a body that had been receiving the Yin-Devouring-Body’s first-time data for the last sustained minutes and had a report of its own to file.

He leaned forward and bit her shoulder.

Deep, teeth and intention.

"—AAAHN~!!!—"

"—what a tight little pussy you have."

Said into the bite, low, the warmth of his breath against her skin, genuine the way only a real thing can be genuine.

PAH PAAH PAAH!

"—AAAHN~!!! AAAHNN~!!! AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!!—"

He filled her.

Deep, warm, the first transfer her womb had ever received — different from the mother’s event in every way that mattered, the specific quality of a body receiving for the first time, the Foundation-Establishment-Early physique recognizing what was entering it even while the girl it belonged to was still processing the drive that carried it.

Her belly.

Young and flat and now receiving the warmth of it, the specific interior swelling that a body knows even when the mind doesn’t have the words yet.

Blood and seed mixing on the stone, on the mother beneath, thin and pink in the chamber light — running together, not separate anymore.

He drove through it.

PAH PAH PAH — through his own completion, not stopping, the pounding continuing through the filling because he was not interested in stopping.

PAH PAAH!

"—AAAHN~!!! AAAHNN~!!!—"

He pulled out.

The sound — wet, full, the specific pop of a withdrawal from something that had been very tight around him — and the daughter’s body felt the absence the way a fist feels when you open it, the release and the emptiness arriving together.

He slapped her ass.

PAAH!

"—AAAHN~!!!—"

The jolt carried her forward — her body sending itself in the direction the force went, momentum doing what momentum does, and she went forward with the involuntary full-body lurch of it.

Her chest landed on her mother’s face.

Full, warm, both sides at once — her mother now muffled beneath the weight of the daughter’s breasts pressing down from above, the sound of the impact soft and dense.

He moved them apart.

Both hands, separating them — and the daughter rolled off onto the stone beside her mother, spent and loose-limbed, the specific deflation of a body that has nothing left to hold up.

Both of them on the stone.

Side by side.

He looked at them.

At the two bodies lying there in the pool chamber light — one warm brown and amber-eyed and near-manifestation, the other young and dark-haired and breathing hard through her nose with her eyes at the ceiling.

He looked at the mother’s lower body.

At what was there — hairy and open and warm and present, the cunt that had been his floor, his base, the receiving surface underneath everything that had happened above it.

He chuckled.

Short, warm, genuine — the sound of someone who looked at something and found it exactly what he expected.

"—one pussy," he said, matter-of-fact as a physician reading a chart. "—giving birth to another pussy."

He looked at the mother’s amber eyes.

"—I must say," he said. "—you have a very high quality pussy."

He opened the system window.

[SYSTEM — PHYSICAL PARAMETER OVERRIDE]

[Requesting cock size modification — temporary enhancement: +4 inches (to 12 inches total length) | +2 cm girth. Duration: current session. Warning: Mortal-grade receivers may sustain internal wall micro-tears at full depth insertion.]

Confirmed.

The change ran through him warm and immediate — a different weight to it, a different presence, something that hadn’t been there before settling into existence with the specific, this-is-now-what-exists quality that system modifications carried.

The mother wasn’t watching.

She was looking at the chamber ceiling with amber eyes that had been through what they had been through, lying still on the stone, just breathing, not organizing anything yet.

He spread her legs.

Both hands, one at each knee, opening the architecture — and she felt her legs go and looked at him.

At his face.

And then down.

Her eyes did the read that eyes do when they encounter something at close range that doesn’t match the record of what was there before — going wider by degrees, amber-eyed and doing real-time mathematics on what she was seeing.

"—wait—" Already talking. "—that is — that is not — you are — wait—"

He placed it at her entrance.

He drove.

PAAH!

Six inches.

Her internal walls received something they had not previously encountered at that dimension, and the sound she made was not a continuation of any of her previous sounds.

"—AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!!!!!—"

Different register entirely.

Deeper-sourced, louder, the sound ripped up from somewhere below her ribs — a mortal body encountering the arithmetic of a Nascent Soul cultivator’s system-modified reality and reporting the encounter without editing it.

Tears came without permission.

Rushing from both eyes before she had decided to cry — body-produced, involuntary, the specific tears that certain depths extract from a woman whether she is willing or not.

Six in.

Six still outside.

She looked down at the visible half — at the remaining length resting outside her body, warm and present and not yet anywhere — and the look on her face was the look of someone doing measurements and not believing the results.

"—please—" Genuine. Not performance. "—please I cannot take—please—"

He gripped her ass with both hands.

Full palms, fingers spreading across the curve of her, thumbs pressing inward to open the architecture wider — holding her like something he had decided belonged in his hands.

He looked at the daughter.

She was beside her mother on the stone.

Brown eyes open, aimed at him, specifically at the half-buried reality of what she could see from where she lay — taking the measurement the way her mother had taken it, arriving at the same number.

He looked at the mother.

At the chamber.

At the old sect’s hidden pool, stone and still water and the specific quality of light that lives underground — the space that had been waiting in the dark since before the previous master had locked it, knowing something like this would eventually arrive.

"—Come on."

Quiet.

To both of them.

"—Path to immortality is not that easy."

He let the line land on amber eyes, on brown eyes.

"—my whores."

He drove the remaining six.

PAAAH!

"—KYAAANGHHH~!!!!!!—"