Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 273 - Training the Slut

The first hour had not started with the ass.

It had started with her dignity.

He had taken her pussy first, spreading her thick, trembling thighs with one hand while the other gripped her pierced nipple hook and pulled until milk shot sideways in a thin white streak across the cave wall.

She had been wet. That was the first humiliation — the slick, betraying warmth that had coated his fingers when he pressed them inside her without permission, her hairy cunt clenching around him while she screamed at him to stop.

PAH.

The first thrust had folded her.

"’AAGHH’—!!"

Her thick legs had locked around his back on pure reflex, her massive pregnant belly heaving as the blunt, brutal length of him tore through her entrance and didn’t stop until his pubic bone ground against her swollen, aching clit.

She had called him a monster then.

Her hands had clawed at the stone floor, her nails breaking, her milk-heavy breasts dragging across the wet grass as he hauled her backwards by her hips with every withdrawal and ’rammed’ her forward with every return.

PAH. PAH.

"N-No—! I said ’no’—AANGH—!"

PAH. PAH. PAH.

"’Hngh—! Nghh—! AAHH~~!’"

’It’s too much. It’s too— why does it feel like— no. No. I hate him. I hate—’

Her inner voice had already been fracturing by the third minute, because his cock was not simply thick — it was shaped like it was ’built’ to ruin women who had made the catastrophic mistake of thinking their body belonged to them.

The curved, ridge-heavy head kept dragging across a place inside her that no one had ever touched, and every single time it kissed that spot her legs lost their ability to hold a thought.

PAH. PAH. PAH.

"A—Ahnn—! ’Stop’—! Don’t hit— don’t—’HIEKK’~~!!"

He hadn’t stopped.

For forty minutes, he had fucked her pussy into the wet grass of the cave floor with the methodical, unhurried patience of a man who owned time itself — rolling his hips between power strokes to grind his entire length against her walls, then pulling back and ’slamming’ until the wet, meaty slap of his pelvis against her soaked mound echoed off every rock face.

By the twenty-minute mark, her protests had gone liquid.

’Why does it feel good— it shouldn’t— I’m a Queen, I’m— oh. Oh no. Oh, ’please’ no—’

Her pussy had started to grip him back.

He noticed. Of course he did.

"Your cunt is begging," he said, his voice completely level, not even short of breath, his thumb pressing flat against her clit while he continued grinding deep inside her.

"I—I’m ’not’—it’s—’AHNN’—it’s not—!"

PAH! PAH!

"’AAAHH’~~!! ’Nghh~~!!’"

Her first squirt had come at minute thirty-one, completely without her permission.

It had blasted from her ignored clit like she had been punctured — a clear, arcing spray that splashed up his abdomen and dripped down her own trembling pregnant belly, and she had sobbed through the entire convulsion because she had not wanted it and her body had given it freely.

’He pulled it out of me. He took it from me like it was already his.’

She lay there through minute thirty-two, her thighs twitching, milk weeping from both pierced nipples in slow, thick drops that traced down the curve of her swollen breasts and pooled under her chains.

He had given her approximately ninety seconds.

Then he had flipped her onto her stomach, grabbed her thick hips, and pulled her ass into the air.

Her pregnant belly hung heavy below her — round, fluid-filled, trembling — and her milk-slick breasts pressed flat into the grass, both nipple hooks digging into soft, bruised flesh and forcing twin streams of white to leak out beneath her.

She had felt the heat of his cock first.

Not at her pussy. ’Higher.’

"...no."

The word had left her mouth before her brain had processed what her body was already screaming.

"No. No, please. ’Please.’ Not there — I cannot — please, Immortal, my body is ’broken’ — I have nothing left — please—"

Cang simply looked at her, his eyes dark, amused, completely devoid of mercy.

"You still have plenty of delicious holes left in you..."

His thumb traced slowly up the chain connecting her pierced nipples, following the milk-wet links from one burning hook to the other, feeling her tremble with each millimeter of contact.

"...My Cow."

The blunt, heavy head of his cock rested perfectly against the tight, untouched pucker of her ass.

She felt the heat of it radiating through her trembling skin — the sheer, impossible width of the ridge pressing against a passage that was never meant to take something of this size, from a man who had just spent forty minutes ’systematically’ burning every boundary she possessed into ash.

And then, he pushed.

"’AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH’—!!!"

The scream that tore from her throat was something beyond feral — it shook loose a colony of something sleeping in the cave ceiling, the sound bouncing off every wet surface as her spine locked into a rigid, white-hot arch.

Her thick thighs clamped around his hips on pure, animal instinct.

It didn’t help. Her ass had no leverage, no way to reject the catastrophic, centimeter-by-centimeter conquest of her tightest ring stretching around a girth her body had never once considered possible.

"N-NO—!! PLEASE—IT’S TEARING—I’M ’SPLITTING’—’AHHH’—!"

Her massive pregnant belly lurched and swayed with her panicked breathing, the heavy round mass of it swinging between her spread knees.

The golden chains across her chest clinked wildly as her milk-swollen breasts bounced with the sheer force of her convulsions, milk sputtering from the pierced tips in erratic, panicked sprays that caught the faint cave light like broken white ribbons.

’It’s— it won’t go— it can’t go— there isn’t room— why is there— why is there room—’

Her mind caught the edge of that last thought and tore itself apart on it, because there ’was’ room, her body ’was’ opening, and the sick, spreading burn of it was starting to curl at the edges into something she had no name for.

"Relax," Cang growled, his hands gripping her thick, heavy hips until his fingers left immediate deep bruises in her soft flesh. "Or it will hurt more."

"I CAN’T—’AHH’—IT’S TOO BIG—TAKE IT OUT—"

He didn’t take it out.

He drove his hips forward in one single, ruthless thrust, burying himself straight to the hilt — his pubic bone slamming flat against her ass cheeks with a ’crack’ that she felt in the roof of her mouth.

"’HNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH’—!!!"

Her eyes rolled entirely back into her skull. Her jaw locked. Her entire nervous system short-circuited in one white-hot flash, her vocal cords paralyzed, her thick thighs shaking so hard her knees were hammering the ground in an uncontrolled, twitching rhythm.

He had bottomed out inside her ass.

For a moment there was only the sound of her ragged, high-pitched wheezing, the clinking of the chains, and the drip of the water.

Then, he began to move.

PAH.

"’Oouughh’—!"

PAH. PAH.

"A-Ah... ahnn... ’n-no’...!"

PAH. PAH. PAH.

"’Hngh~! Oungh~!! HIEKK~!!’"

He set a brutal, relentless pace without a single second of grace period — pulling his hips back until the thick ridge nearly popped free from the tight ring’s desperate grip, and then ’driving’ it back with enough force to haul her entire pregnant body backward across the wet grass.

Her soft, fat-padded hips absorbed his pelvis with every return stroke and sent ripples up through her belly, her hanging breasts, all the way to the swaying tips of her milk-leaking nipples.

’It’s splitting me open. I’m going to die. I’m—’

’—why is it—’

’—why does it feel like my whole body is—’