Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Leng Yueshuang knew that if she didn’t help quench Sun Zhe’s passion, the man wouldn’t be able to focus on his cultivation today. Besides, she had some desires of her own that needed extinguishing.

So, she completely gave up resisting. Her entire body went limp as if all her strength had been drained away, allowing Sun Zhe to pick her up, place her on the bed, and do as he pleased.

”Shuang’er, take off your jacket. I’m craving milk for breakfast.”

Leng Yueshuang gave him a look of playful resentment but said nothing. With a blush on her face, she shifted her delicate body, skillfully removed her jacket, and tossed it aside. With the jacket gone, the sensual, form-fitting camisole she wore underneath was exposed.

Sun Zhe reached out and pulled the slender straps down from her fragrant shoulders. He tugged the camisole, which tightly hugged her proud, snowy peaks, down to her slender waist and rolled it up, revealing a black, lace-trimmed bra.

”Hurry up, don’t waste time,” she urged.

At her words, Sun Zhe pounced. Using both hands, he flipped the two delicate, bowl-shaped cups upward. Two full, snow-white mounds bounced free, remaining firm and perky even as she lay on her back. A sweet, milky fragrance filled the air, creating an intoxicating ambiance.

Sun Zhe stared at the beautiful sight before him, his heart pounding wildly.

A deep blush covered Leng Yueshuang’s face, and her hands instinctively flew up to cover the pink cherry-tips now exposed to the air. She seemed embarrassed to be scrutinized by him like this. But in the next moment, Sun Zhe forcefully pulled her hands away. He pinned her wrists to the pillow above her head, then leaned down and latched on with insatiable hunger.

”Mmm...”

An indescribable, tingling numbness, like an electric current, shot through her body and soul. Leng Yueshuang’s ruby lips parted as she let out a soft, instinctive moan.

She suddenly broke free from his grasp. Her slender hands moved to his head, her ten long, fair fingers threading restlessly through his dark hair.

”Why are you acting like a child? It’s not like you can get anything out.” Seeing the greedy look on his face as he suckled noisily, her innate maternal instincts seemed to be stirred. Her gaze softened, and she teased him, something she rarely did.

Hearing this, Sun Zhe released her, looking up with a meaningful expression. ”A man never outgrows milk, not even when he’s sixty.”

Leng Yueshuang’s charming face turned crimson, and she gave his head a playful smack.

Sun Zhe ignored her and looked down again at the graceful cherry-tip so close to him. He saw that it had already puckered and hardened slightly. Glistening with his saliva, it had a seductive, wet sheen. A surge of heat washed through him, and he opened his mouth to devour it once more.

At the same time, his hands weren’t idle. After exploring her smooth, white waist and abdomen, they slid down to grasp the tight waistband of her yoga pants. Leng Yueshuang cooperated by lifting her delicate hips from the bed, even reaching down with one hand to help him.

Soon, the lush, sacred valley was completely exposed, emitting a faint, indistinct fragrance. It was a mixture of shower gel, her natural scent, and a hint of musk that was intoxicating enough to drive a man wild. As for the thin yoga pants, they were tossed to the foot of the bed like a pitiful, neglected child.

Sun Zhe’s hot lips and tongue trailed across her abdomen, slowly shifting downward until he reached the furry mound. He then lifted her beautiful legs and placed them on his shoulders.

Leng Yueshuang knew he was about to ”apply lipstick,” but she couldn’t bring herself to watch. Overcome with shyness, she could only lie there obediently, covering her eyes with the back of her hand as she quietly waited. It was embarrassing, but she had to admit to herself that the feeling was truly wonderful, something to be savored.

Sun Zhe’s eyes burned as they locked onto the exquisite entrance before him, his breathing growing heavy.

”Shuang’er, you’re so beautiful here.”

Leng Yueshuang gently twisted her slender waist, her hand reaching down to cover the lush thicket. ”Don’t stare,” she whispered.

Sun Zhe said no more. He forcefully removed her hand, then used both of his thumbs to part the slightly closed gates. As the gates were held open, the two openings, one large and one small, hidden within the pink cleft were suddenly exposed.

Sun Zhe took a deep breath and plunged his mouth forward.

”Mmmph...”

As his fiery tongue forced its way into the sacred valley, Leng Yueshuang’s delicate body trembled as if electrocuted. A captivating moan escaped her lips, and her slender feet, resting on his shoulders, curled restlessly.

”Be gentle... don’t go so deep!”

「A long while later.」

Sun Zhe suddenly stood up before the bed. He wiped his mouth with a tissue, then lifted Leng Yueshuang, who had just been thoroughly sated, off the bed. He had her stand before the floor-to-ceiling windows, facing the balcony through the transparent glass door.

As Sun Zhe’s large hand pressed against her elegant back, her two proud, full mounds were flattened into perfect circles against the glass.

Leng Yueshuang furrowed her lovely brows and turned to look at him, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. ”Do you really have to do this?”

Though she sounded unwilling, as she spoke, she cooperatively dipped her waist and lifted her hips, her exquisite figure forming a perfect ’S’ shape. Her fair, beautiful legs parted slightly and straightened, pushing her pale, plump, peach-like buttocks high into the air.

Sun Zhe stood behind her, his hairy abdomen pressed against her flawless, peach-like buttocks. The contrast between rough and smooth created an intense visual impact. While he lubricated himself with the natural fluids already available, he said, ”Of course. This is your punishment.”

”Punishment?”

Curiosity piqued, Leng Yueshuang was about to ask what he meant. But in the next moment, she felt something enormous forcefully break through her entrance, scraping against the tender inner walls as it slowly pushed its way into her inner palace. When it pressed against the flower-shaped gate deep inside, an indescribable tingling ache made her delicate body tremble.

She seemed to lose all her strength in an instant. Her head drooped, her long hair falling to obscure her beautiful face. But Sun Zhe, behind her, showed no signs of stopping. His muscular hips continued to press forward.

”Ngh...”

Leng Yueshuang let out a soft cry, her eyes flying wide open as if an invisible hand had grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up. Her gaze instantly became hazy. Her body spasmed uncontrollably, as if electrified. She slowly rose onto her tiptoes, as if trying to alleviate the pressure on her core, but Sun Zhe was relentless. He rose onto his own toes, following her like a venomous snake, chasing after her stamen and closing in relentlessly.

The scene froze in a peculiar state—it was as if Sun Zhe had lifted Leng Yueshuang’s entire body into the air with his massive tool.

Sun Zhe’s hands tightly gripped her slender waist as he held his breath.

Leng Yueshuang’s brows were tightly knitted, and she bit her rosy lip, striving not to make a sound. She knew, of course, that this was Sun Zhe’s ”punishment” for her. But she was determined not to let him get his way!

The two seemed to be locked in a silent battle of wills, neither making a sound, neither willing to concede. Leng Yueshuang practiced her cultivation arts often, so her body was extremely flexible. Holding this tiptoe position for an extended time was no challenge for her.

However, this was a contest of endurance, not just physicality. After nearly twenty seconds in the frozen tableau, she was the first to surrender.

”Husband, I can’t take it anymore,” she whispered, her voice soft and sweet, laced with a faint sob and a tone of pleading supplication.

A wave of bitterness and helplessness washed over her. For someone as stubborn and strong as her to be forced to surrender like this was a bitter pill to swallow.

Sun Zhe smiled triumphantly. He finally lowered his heels, allowing her to relax back into a normal bent-over posture. He suddenly asked, ”Will you dare to hit your husband again?”

”I won’t... I won’t dare anymore. Just hurry up, we still have to cultivate later.”

”Isn’t this what we’re doing? Cultivating?”

”Ngh... don’t be like that... Please, it’s really too deep!”

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