Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 270- I am Going to Die!!

PAH. PAH. PAH.

He fucked her while holding the chains taut.

The combination was ’catastrophic’ — each thrust driving sensation from below while the pulled chains dragged sensation from above, her nervous system receiving simultaneous input from both poles of her body, her pregnant belly caught between, jiggling and swaying with the violence of it all, the life inside her thankfully cushioned and safe while she herself was ’not.’

"I-Immortal—I can’t—it’s too—AHH—’too much’—"

"You’re taking it," he said, and there was something that almost sounded like approval in his voice.

"I’m ’not’—I’m ’dying’—please—"

"You’re not dying."

"It ’feels’ like dying—NGHHH—"

PAH. PAH. PAH.

Her tears had stopped making individual tracks. Her whole face was simply wet, shining with it, her lips trembling in continuous, soundless pleading between cries. Her thick thighs had given up trying to close against him and simply lay spread and trembling, her feet flexing and curling with each thrust as if her toes were trying to escape independently.

Deep inside her, through the compound overload of hooks and chains and his cock driving relentlessly against her deepest walls — something was building again.

"No—" She felt it and ’despaired’. "No, no, please — not again — I can’t — my body can’t—"

"Your body," he said simply, pulling the chains again — slow, inexorable, both breasts lifting, both pierced nipples burning white-hot — "is doing exactly what it should."

"’AAHH’—PLEASE—"

PAH. PAH. PAH—

Her whole body shook.

And then it ’shattered.’

"’HAAAAAHHHHNN’—!!"

The squirt that left her was immediate and violent — a forceful, arcing rush of clear fluid that shot outward as her walls clamped and convulsed around him, her entire pelvis seized in rhythmic, powerful spasms entirely beyond her control. Her legs snapped straight. Her belly heaved. Her back arched until the cave floor was barely touching her at three points and her whole massive body was a trembling, suspended bridge of absolute, complete undoing.

The sound she made was not human language.

Cang held the chains taut throughout all of it — held her breasts stretched, held the hooks seated, felt every single convulsion of her orgasm transmitted through the metal into his palm, a direct, vibrating report of exactly how thoroughly she was broken.

"Every time," he said quietly, watching her. "Every single time."

She collapsed.

Completely, bonelessly, the full weight of her pregnant body hitting the cave floor in a single, exhausted impact, her belly swaying with the landing, her breasts finally released as he let the chains go slack. She lay there making sounds that weren’t quite crying and weren’t quite breathing — some raw, animal thing in between, her hands pressed to the cave floor on either side of her head, her thick thighs still trembling in continuous aftershocks.

"In my life—" she gasped, the words tearing out of her between heaving breaths, "—in my entire ’life’—I have never—never been—"

"Fucked," he supplied, helpfully.

A broken sob escaped her. "Please—please, Immortal, please—don’t do this—’please’—"

His hand found her right breast. Closed around it with familiar possessiveness. Began to knead.

"P-Please—the hooks—please take them ’out’—they hurt—they hurt so much—"

"They’re beautiful," he said simply.

"I’m ’begging’ you—" The words dissolved as his kneading hand sent fresh pulling tension through the seated hook, fresh fire through her pierced nipple. "Please, I’m ’sorry’, Immortal, I’m so sorry, whatever I did, I’m ’sorry’—" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

He gathered both chains again.

This time he pulled them like handles — like reins on a horse, both breasts simultaneously drawn upward and outward by the hooks, the generous, heavy flesh deforming under the tension, her back lifting involuntarily from the cave floor as her body followed the only instruction her nervous system could process.

"NNGHHH—!!"

He pulled them wider. Both chains going in slightly different directions, spreading her breasts apart, stretching the pierced nipples to their absolute limits while the rest of her full, bloated chest quivered with the strain.

Her mouth opened.

Nothing came out.

PAH.

He drove his cock back inside her with a single thrust and immediately set the brutal, mechanical pace again — using the chains as handles, pulling her up into each thrust, her belly bouncing, her whole body being moved by the combination of his hips from below and the chains from above.

"’AAAHH’—AHH—STOP—please—’STOP’—"

PAH. PAH. PAH.

"Please—I’m going to ’break’—please—"

"You won’t break."

"I ’will’—AHH—Immortal—please—I’ll give you ’anything’—anything you want—just please—’please’—"

PAH. PAH. PAH—

His hips stuttered once.

He released the chains entirely — her breasts dropping, swaying heavily with the sudden loss of tension — and his hand slid instead down the curve of her belly, pressing flat across the lower swell of it, feeling the tight, taut skin, before sliding further down to where his cock was still buried inside her and finding the small, devastated nub of her clit.

He pinched it.

Not with his fingers.

With the remaining hook.

The last golden hook on the chain — the one he had held in reserve — pressed against her clit with a needle-fine point of focused Ki.

"W-Wait—what are you—NO—’NO’—"

Pierce.

"’AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH’—!!"

The scream that tore from her throat was something else entirely — not the screams that had come before, which were pain and overstimulation and broken pride. This was ’primal’ — a sound that came from somewhere beneath language, beneath consciousness, bouncing off every stone surface of the cave and returning from all directions at once, layered on itself into a wall of pure, unfiltered ’agony’ that shook the dripping water from the ceiling in tiny, startled droplets.

A thin thread of blood beaded from the pierced clit, vivid and dark against the swollen, flushed flesh.

Her whole lower body seized.

Her thighs snapped inward so hard that his hips were ’trapped’ between them, her legs locking around him with a force born entirely of involuntary muscle spasm, her hands clawing at his forearms, his chest, anywhere they could reach.

"Take it ’out’—take it ’out’—please—’PLEASE’—"

He looked down at her.

And pushed his cock deeper.

"’NGHHH’—!! AHH—AHH—’why’—why are you—"

"Because," he said, beginning to move again with slow, devastating strokes, each one dragging against the pierced clit, each one sending fresh, sharp electric shocks radiating outward from the hook, "your pussy just got tighter."

A broken, disbelieving sound left her.

"W-What—"

"The piercing." He thrust. Slow. Deliberate. Feeling every detail. "The fear. The pain." Another thrust. Her walls ’gripping’ around him with desperate, helpless force. "You’re tighter than you were an hour ago."

"That’s—" She couldn’t — "that doesn’t—I don’t—’AHH’—"

"You look," he said conversationally, his pace beginning to build again, "like a virgin being deflowered."

The sob that tore from her at that was the most helpless sound she had made yet.

PAH. PAH.

"I’m not a—I’m a ’Queen’—I’m ’pregnant’—I’m not a—’AAHH’—"

"Your body didn’t get that message." PAH. "Your pussy is crying around me like it’s never felt anything." PAH. PAH. "Like you’ve never been touched in your life."

"Please—" Each thrust dragged against the clit piercing, each drag sending shockwaves up through her belly, through her chest, through the chains and the hooks and the burning, swollen nipples. Her entire body was a single, continuous circuit of sensation with no beginning and no end, no respite and no off-switch. "Please — I am going to — I can’t — I think I’m going to—"

’I am going to die.’