Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 49 - Confession of Sleeping Beauties

Mei sat up slowly, her moderate build looking almost petite compared to the thick MILFs. Average height, average curves, but her C-cup breasts had a nice bounce to them, the small pointed nipples dark and hard.

Her pussy was smooth-shaved (unlike Suyin’s natural bush or Hua’s trimmed strip), and currently very swollen from use.

She’d surrendered fastest, her face showing that acceptance as sunlight caught the tear-tracks on her cheeks and the cum still drying on her thighs.

Xiao whimpered as she forced her petite body upright. Nineteen years old and small—barely five feet tall, delicate bone structure, narrow everywhere except her breasts.

Because her breasts were ridiculous for her frame. Full C-cups, perky and defying gravity, with small pink nipples that looked almost doll-like. They bounced independently with every movement, drawing attention immediately.

Her pussy was completely bare—waxed smooth—and currently bright red and swollen from being stretched around a cock far too large for her tiny body. Her inner thighs showed bruising from being forced wide.

She looked breakable. And had nearly been broken.

And finally, Zhao Liling—still on her hands and knees, cum dripping from her mouth and nose, face a mess of tears and fluids.

Sunlight revealed her noble beauty even in degradation. Delicate features, pale skin that had never seen hard labor, slender neck now marked with his handprint from when he’d choked her during fucking.

Her B-cup breasts hung down, nipples hard and swollen, the perky flesh showing bite marks. Her body was slender but with curves in all the right places—narrow waist, hips that promised fertility, and that perky ass that had been claimed in every hole.

Between her legs, both pussy and asshole were visibly used—swollen, red, leaking cum. The proof of her virginity taken, her body thoroughly initiated into her new role.

Her face showed it all: pain, exhaustion, devotion, and something like relief. She’d been saved. Claimed. Protected.

And she would never be the same.

Six women. Six different flavors of beauty and body type. All marked. All claimed. All his.

The Bed of Flesh

"Come," Cang commanded simply, moving to a flat patch of grass near the pond.

He lay down on his back, completely naked, his cock finally soft but still impressive, resting against his thigh, scales glinting in sunlight.

The women moved like they’d been commanded by a god. Because they had been.

Lianhua came first, scrambling forward on all fours with desperate eagerness. Her nine tails spread out beneath him like a bed of fur—impossibly soft, warm, providing perfect cushioning.

"Hnnngh~..."

She moaned as his weight settled onto her tails, the pressure somehow both painful and pleasurable. Her body positioned itself so his head could rest on her lap, her thick thighs becoming his pillow.

From this angle, he could look up and see her face—those silver eyes gazing down at him with desperate adoration, her hands moving to gently stroke his hair.

"Husband~..." she whispered, voice breaking. "I’m sorry~... I’ll be good~... I’ll never disappoint you again~..."

He didn’t respond, just closed his eyes, accepting her service.

Suyin and Hua—the two thick MILFs—crawled to either side of his torso. Their massive breasts hung down, the heavy flesh dragging against his scaled skin as they positioned themselves.

Suyin’s huge D-cups pillowed against his left side, soft and warm and impossibly comfortable. She lay on her side, one arm draped carefully across his chest, her face near his shoulder.

Hua mirrored her on the right, her dense C-cups pressing into his ribs, her thick body providing heat and cushioning.

Both women’s breathing was ragged, exhausted, but they held position dutifully. Living body pillows, claimed and devoted.

Mei and Xiao crawled down to his legs. His feet came to rest on their thighs—Mei’s moderate curves and Xiao’s petite frame both marked with his bruises and bites.

They sat there obediently, hands gently holding his calves, accepting the weight, the position, the honor of supporting even this small part of him.

And Liling—

The newest addition. The noble daughter who’d surrendered everything.

She crawled forward last, jaw still aching, throat still raw, and carefully positioned herself lying across his lower stomach and hips.

Her slender body stretched along his torso, her head resting just below his chest, her perky breasts compressed against his abs, her weight minimal but present.

A living blanket. A claimed pet.

She could feel his cock—soft but massive—resting against her belly, the heat of it seeping into her skin. The scales along his shaft scraped gently against her flesh with each breath.

This close, surrounded by his scent and warmth, she felt safe. Protected. Owned.

All six women arranged around him. Under him. Supporting him. Warming him.

A bed of living flesh.

Then Cang’s voice cut through the morning air, tired but commanding:

"Lianhua."

"Yes, husband?" Immediate. Desperate to please.

"Liling is my second wife."

Silence.

Every woman froze. Liling’s eyes went wide, her breath catching. The maids exchanged shocked glances.

"The others are my pleasure maids," he continued calmly, as if discussing weather. "Make sure none of them get hurt. Give each one a void butterfly."

"I—" Lianhua’s voice wavered. "Yes. Yes, husband."

Even now, being told to accept another wife, to share him officially, her devotion held firm. She would do anything.

She raised one hand, silver eyes glowing faintly as void energy coalesced. Five small butterflies materialized—each one identical, black as void, wings shimmering with that reality-bending darkness.

They were beautiful. Delicate. And utterly lethal to anyone who wasn’t claimed by Lianhua’s power.

The butterflies floated down gently, one landing on each maid’s shoulder:

One on Suyin’s thick shoulder.

One on Hua’s stocky frame.

One on Mei’s moderate body.

One on Xiao’s petite collarbone.

And one on Liling’s slender shoulder, right where she could see it from the corner of her eye.

The moment they landed, each woman felt... something.

Not painful. Not intrusive. Just—

A connection. A mark. A claim.

They were linked now. To Lianhua. Through Lianhua, to Cang.

Protected. Monitored. Owned.

The butterflies settled, wings slowly folding, becoming almost tattoo-like against their skin. Still visible but integrated. Part of them now.

"Th-thank you, Immortal Cang~..." Suyin whispered, tears forming. "And... Lady Lianhua~..."

The others echoed similar gratitude, voices broken and exhausted.

They understood what this meant. Protection. Power. Survival.

In exchange for complete servitude.

It was the best deal they’d ever get in this cruel cultivation world.

Cang’s eyes finally closed, exhaustion from a night of continuous fucking catching up even to his enhanced body.

Beneath him, Lianhua’s tails provided perfect softness. Her thighs cushioned his head. Her fingers gently stroked his hair with devoted tenderness.

On his sides, the thick MILFs’ breasts pillowed him in warmth and flesh.

At his legs, the smaller maids supported his weight without complaint.

And on his stomach, Liling’s slender body rose and fell with his breathing, her face pressed into his chest, feeling safe for the first time since the bandit attack.

All six women closed their eyes as exhaustion overwhelmed them.

But before sleep claimed them, each one sent up a silent, desperate prayer:

Suyin: ’Please, Sir Immortal... be gentler next time... this old body can’t take much more...’

Hua: ’I’ll serve faithfully... just... please don’t break me completely...’

Mei: ’Thank you for claiming me... I accept my role... just... mercy...’

Xiao: ’My body is yours... but please... I’m so small... it hurts so much...’

Liling: ’I gave you everything... my body, my soul, my future... please protect my family... and... be kind...’

Lianhua: ’I love you. Only you. Forever you. Please never leave me. I’ll be perfect. I promise. Just... don’t hate me...’