Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

An unknown amount of time passed.

When Sun Zhe woke up, he found himself sitting on a chair welded from stainless steel. His hands and feet were securely bound with thin iron chains. He tried to struggle but found himself completely powerless.

He felt sticky all over, and his body gave off a strange odor, like a mixture of sweat and perfume. It was particularly tacky between his legs, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He turned his head and looked around, finding himself in a very spacious room. The marble floor and ceiling looked quite high-end, and a surveillance camera was mounted on the ceiling. Aside from the stainless steel chair and the camera, the room was empty. The windows were covered by curtains, blocking any view of the outside.

HISS…

Sun Zhe tried to mobilize his True Qi to activate his Yin Yang X-ray Vision, but the next moment he winced, his body trembling involuntarily from a surge of pain.

A sharp agony from deep within his abdomen felt like countless tiny blades churning through his organs. It was an intensely uncomfortable sensation, both painful and chilling. He couldn’t help but recall the palm strike Yao Rao had landed on his abdomen before he passed out.

That single strike from Yao Rao was even more terrifying than Yue Changlin’s Bone-Breaking Palm! The instant it connected, his joints and muscles felt as though they had been frozen solid, rendering him immobile. This was immediately followed by a tumultuous pain that knocked him unconscious.

Thinking about it, he felt deeply unresigned. With the enhancement of his True Qi Thunder Transformation, he could have fought Yao Rao to a standstill, even though his cultivation realm was lower than her Nascent Soul Stage Great Perfection! He had lost purely because of his inexperience. His actual combat experience was far inferior to hers. He had failed to capitalize on the fleeting openings that appeared in the heat of battle, which allowed Yao Rao to toy with him until she finally took him down.

If I can get out of this alive… I have to work on my combat skills. No matter how hard I train on my own, it’s just armchair strategy. It’s nothing compared to a real life-or-death battle.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, Sun Zhe let out a self-deprecating laugh.

I’ve fallen into their hands, and I don’t even know if I’ll live or die, yet I’m still thinking about this… Hah, I probably won’t die that easily, but what comes next will surely be worse than death.

At that moment, he couldn’t help but think about how he had treated Han Xinyue. With that woman’s temper, now that I’m in her hands, nothing good will come of it.

CLICK…

Just as he was lost in thought, the door was suddenly pushed open, followed by the crisp, melodic tapping of high heels on the floor.

Sun Zhe looked up and saw that the visitor was none other than Han Xinyue, the very person he had just been thinking about.

Han Xinyue wore an extremely short, black, shiny leather skirt. Her top was a tight, form-fitting crop top with a double layer of lace that created the illusion of being see-through. A sparkling diamond navel piercing adorned her exposed, fair stomach, making her look both sexy and exquisite. Her ample bosom swayed gently as she walked, a deep, snow-white cleavage squeezed between them, looking incredibly seductive. Her long, slender legs were encased in black, small-mesh fishnet stockings embellished with tiny, sparkling diamonds that glittered like a sky full of stars in the dimly lit room.

She held a bowl that was giving off steam, its appetizing aroma wafting through the air. As the scent reached him, Sun Zhe’s hungry stomach rumbled loudly.

Han Xinyue watched him with a wide smile and teased, ”What’s wrong? Is my baby’s tummy rumbling?”

Hearing this, Sun Zhe gave a nonchalant smile and retorted, ”An old broad like you still using internet memes?”

Hearing him call her an ”old broad,” Han Xinyue’s expression immediately darkened. When it came to angering women, Sun Zhe truly was a master.

Visibly displeased, Han Xinyue said nothing. She walked over to the side and pulled the curtains open.

Sun Zhe turned his head and saw that it was pitch-black outside; night had already fallen. His gaze passed through the window to the dazzling city lights in the distance. He suddenly felt like a caged bird, desperate to break free and soar through the sky.

It was this very desperation to fly free that sparked a deeper level of understanding of the Yin Yang Wings within him.

While he was lost in thought, Han Xinyue carried the bowl over to him. She spread her fishnet-clad legs and straddled his lap, facing him directly.

Sun Zhe looked at her calmly and asked, ”How long have I been locked up?”

”It’s been about two days now,” Han Xinyue answered truthfully. ”You’ve been unconscious the whole time. You woke up once, but you were delirious and quickly passed out again.”

As she spoke, she used a small spoon to ladle some pork liver porridge from the bowl and brought it to his lips.

Sun Zhe continued to stare at her silently, neither speaking nor opening his mouth. His mind was filled with the smiling faces of Zhu Yan and Ye Qiao.

I’ve been here for two days. They must be worried sick.

”Be good. Open your mouth,” Han Xinyue coaxed.

”Just say it,” Sun Zhe said. ”What do you want?”

Han Xinyue’s lips curved into a smile. ”My master wants your True Qi to help her break through her bottleneck.

”As for me… I want you.

”I’m going to train you day by day until you become an obedient, compliant dog who will kneel, crawl over, and gnaw on my feet the moment you see your master.

”I’ll put a dog leash around your neck and take you for walks in the park late at night. If I have a party, I’ll even share you with my friends.”

Hearing this, Sun Zhe suddenly laughed. ”Does your son and your husband know what a cheap sow you are?”

SLAP!

Han Xinyue’s hand shot out, slapping him hard across the face. ”Is that how you talk to your master?” she said coldly.

Sun Zhe’s head was knocked to the side. He just grinned, not saying a word.

Seeing the red handprint on his face, Han Xinyue suddenly felt a pang of distress, though it was unclear whether it was feigned or genuine. She reached out a delicate hand and gently caressed his cheek. ”Baby, did Master hit you too hard just now?”

Sun Zhe just smiled and said nothing.

Now that I’m in Han Xinyue’s hands, I can only endure whatever humiliation comes my way. What goes around, comes around. My only regret is that I was too gentle with her back then. If I had known it would come to this, I should have been much harsher!

Han Xinyue suddenly stood up and stepped aside. She placed the bowl on the floor, then walked back and crouched before him. Placing her hands on his waist, she slowly began to pull down his pants.

”I’m sorry, baby. Master hurt you. Let me make it up to you, okay?”

As his pants came down, his flaccid, malodorous member was exposed to the air, reeking with a sour, rank stench. Han Xinyue’s delicate brows furrowed, and she grimaced slightly, her eyes filled with undisguised disgust. Nevertheless, she gently reached out, took hold of it, and began to slowly rub it.

”You really are a stinky little thing. Unfortunately, I can’t untie you right now, so I can’t take you to get cleaned up.”

Sun Zhe looked down and noticed the numerous lipstick smudges on his member.

It seems that while I was unconscious these past two days, Han Xinyue must have come to ’taste’ me quite often. No wonder it felt so sticky down there when I woke up.

Han Xinyue produced a wet wipe from somewhere and began to clean him. Then, she looked up at him, a wanton look in her eyes as she parted her red lips and asked softly, ”Baby, do you want Master to have a taste?”

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