Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Han Xinyue seemed reluctant, her face a mask of fury as if she were ready to bite someone’s head off. Unexpectedly, however, she didn’t stop any of Sun Zhe’s actions.

Sun Zhe, as if deliberately testing her limits, let his hand venture deeper and deeper, his movements growing bolder.

SQUELCH… SQUELCH…

A strange, wet sound drifted faintly from the dark and cramped corner.

Han Xinyue leaned against the seat and writhed, her delicate body trembling one moment and tensing the next. Occasionally, she would cast a wistful gaze at Sun Zhe. Her long, jade-like legs, wrapped in pearlescent stockings, would spread apart and then close together. Inside her high heels, her silk-clad feet curled up, toes clenching so tightly they threatened to tear through the soles.

She didn’t know why… Every time she faced this young man, who was so much younger than her, she was utterly defenseless. All her pride and dignity would simply vanish. In the past, she could make excuses, telling herself that Sun Zhe had forced her, that she only compromised because he had planted a talisman inside her. But now, she couldn’t find a single excuse.

She was gradually realizing that she had unknowingly fallen for him.

Just like this very moment.

If she wanted to refuse him now, all she had to do was make the slightest noise to wake up Yao Rao or the other passengers.

But she didn’t. Instead, she tacitly approved of Sun Zhe’s behavior, a flicker of anticipation even stirring deep within her.

”Can you slow down a bit?” she whispered, rolling her eyes at him in feigned annoyance. ”Your nails are scratching me…”

She glanced down and saw that her hip-hugging skirt had been pushed up to her waist. The fabric of her pantyhose was stretched into a taut mound by the back of his hand.

”Mmmph…” She furrowed her brow, biting her pink lip as she turned her head away, letting out a soft, suppressed moan.

Suddenly, she reached for an expensive shawl worth tens of thousands and draped it over her lap. Then, closing her eyes in bliss, she slowly parted her silk-clad legs in a gesture that was both an invitation and a tease. She even started acting like a biology teacher, her voice a soft murmur of instructions.

”Can you go a little deeper?”

”There’s a coin-sized bump there…”

”Mmmph… Yes, right there…”

”Don’t be so rough… Don’t scratch me with your nails.”

Listening to her directions, Sun Zhe suddenly grew impatient. He thrust his other hand into her blouse, ruthlessly kneading her snow-white mounds and forcefully pinching the pink peaks.

Their verbal and physical exchange was all-consuming, as if they had forgotten the world around them.

Little did they know, Yao Rao, sitting on Sun Zhe’s other side, was blushing furiously, her fists clenched tight. As a Martial Artist at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm, her senses of hearing and smell were far beyond those of an ordinary person. She had caught the strange, musky scent in the air, and she had heard that disgusting, wet squelching.

The thought of her disciple being tormented like this made her want to strike Sun Zhe down on the spot. At the same time, she felt utterly helpless. She knew that because Han Xinyue cultivated the Red Jade Path, her body was far more sensitive than normal. Moreover, she was up against a Pure Yang Holy Body; it was a matchup she simply couldn’t win. Even Yao Rao herself struggled to resist after absorbing Pure Yang True Qi, let alone Han Xinyue. Her only worry now was that Han Xinyue’s lust would blossom into genuine affection.

「A few minutes later.」

Sun Zhe abruptly pulled his hand back. He held it in front of Han Xinyue’s eyes, his gaze heavy with meaning.

Seeing the cloudy, viscous thread stretching from his fingertips, Han Xinyue’s face went crimson with shame. She quickly turned her head away, fumbled for a tissue, and thrust it at him, silently urging him to wipe his hand clean.

Sun Zhe leaned in and nibbled on her earlobe. ”It’s like a flood down there,” he chuckled softly. ”President Han must really want it, huh?”

Han Xinyue huffed. ”It’s just a normal physiological reaction,” she said dismissively. ”I really don’t get you men. How can a little moisture give you such a sense of superiority? Anyone could make me that wet.”

Sun Zhe smirked. ”Oh? Is President Han pretending now?”

Han Xinyue shot him a contemptuous look. ”Look at you, drooling like you haven’t touched a woman in eight lifetimes.”

Sun Zhe laughed and retorted, ”And when President Han had me tied to a chair, you acted like you hadn’t touched a man in eight lifetimes.”

At his words, Han Xinyue’s face burned. She bit her lip and pinched his arm hard.

Sun Zhe swatted her hand away. ”Forget it. I’m going to sleep.”

Han Xinyue’s beautiful eyes widened. She whipped her head around to stare at him, her expression a mixture of disbelief, shame, and fury.

He got me all hot and bothered, and now he’s just going to ignore me. Is he even a man?!

”Sun Zhe, what the hell is wrong with you!” Han Xinyue hissed through gritted teeth.

Sun Zhe, however, simply closed his eyes, ignoring her completely.

Her chest heaving with rage, she pinched his arm again. ”If you’re a man, you’ll come with me!”

She glared at him one last time, then removed the shawl covering her lap. After a quick wipe, she stood up and, on her delicate, sexy high heels, stalked off toward the restroom.

Sun Zhe glanced around. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he got up and followed close behind.

「After a short while.」

In the restroom.

Han Xinyue deftly hiked up her hip-hugging skirt and peeled her stockings halfway down her legs, letting the nylon pool around her knees to keep it out of the way. Then, she bent over, lifted one leg, and expertly slipped off her thin, lace panties.

Her eyes, a mixture of shyness and resentment, met Sun Zhe’s. She reached her hands behind her head and, in a startlingly provocative display, used her panties as a makeshift hair tie to pull her long, wavy, waist-length hair into a ponytail.

Standing before her, Sun Zhe felt a surge of heat course through him.

Sun Zhe had to admit it—when a top-tier beauty like Han Xinyue decided to get slutty, very few men could resist.

”What are you looking at? It’s not like you haven’t seen it before,” Han Xinyue cooed, her gaze still reproachful.

Sun Zhe chuckled. ”You’re right. We are pretty familiar with each other, after all.”

Ignoring him, Han Xinyue tugged her collar down. With a slight shrug of her shoulders, she slipped a transparent strap down, instantly baring one of her snow-white breasts to the air.

Sun Zhe didn’t stand on ceremony, reaching out to give it a squeeze.

Han Xinyue squirmed but then slapped his hand away. She knelt down without a word, one slender hand tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Then, she opened her mouth and bit down.

Soon, the small space was filled with wet, eager sounds. A trail of fragrant saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth as she became completely lost in her task.

Leaning against the door in ecstasy, Sun Zhe drew in a sharp, hissing breath. One large hand reached down and grabbed the ponytail she had tied with her panties, holding it like a set of reins. At the same time, one of his knees rose mischievously, pressing against the white rabbit that had been freed from its cage.

SLURP. SLURP. SLURP…

After a few moments of earnest, greedy work, Han Xinyue suddenly stood up. Wiping the saliva from her lips, she declared primly, ”You were struck by Master’s Blazing Fire Profound Ice Palm. I will now circulate my True Qi to help you expel the residual Ice and Fire True Qi from your body.”

As she spoke, she turned her back to Sun Zhe and braced her hands against the wall. Her seductive figure instantly curved into an even more tempting ”S” shape.

Sun Zhe moved closer, his eyes fixed on her plump, pale buttocks. Spreading his legs slightly, he began to adjust his angle and distance. ”You mean you’re going to help… heal me?”

Han Xinyue threw him a look over her shoulder. ”Why else would I bring you to the restroom?”

Sun Zhe was flabbergasted. ”You can find an excuse for *this*? Dare you say your only reason for bringing me here from the start was to heal me?”

Han Xinyue’s face flushed bright red. ”Oh, just stop the nonsense and hurry up!”