Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Chapter 277: Chapter 277: Rainy Day Scenery

The room was dimly lit, filled with a sweet fragrance that made the air seem viscous.

Bai Ran lay quietly on her back, a pillow propped beneath her hips.

The buttons on her nightshirt were undone, leaving it to hang open and reveal the two enticing mounds of her chest.

The two crimson points were like winter plums blooming proudly in the snow, a captivating sight.

Her thin silk pajama bottoms had been tossed carelessly onto the floor beside the bed, creating a certain artistic, aesthetic disarray.

She stared blankly at the brightening sky outside the window, the back of her hand resting on her forehead as she let the burly Huang Qianggang fumble awkwardly between her legs.

”Are you in yet? Can you just hurry up?”

Spurred on by Bai Ran’s urging, Huang Qianggang grew anxious. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he frantically tried to readjust his angle.

”Almost, almost! I’m about to go in!”

Finally, he found the right spot, gritted his teeth, and plunged forward!

”Mmm... uh... unh...”

Bai Ran furrowed her brows and moaned softly in tandem. Her bent, jade-like legs spread a little wider, and her feet began to rub restlessly against the sheets, her ten perfect toes curling tightly.

She bit her lip, suppressing her cries as she let the burly Huang Qianggang ride her fiercely.

She didn’t know why, but at that moment, her thoughts drifted to the magnificent treasure she had felt on Sun Zhe.

Her mind filled with the image of that behemoth, and she couldn’t shake it.

The thought of that intimidating beast sent a peculiar, hot sensation spreading through her lower abdomen.

Unbeknownst to Huang Qianggang, she brought the hand that had touched Sun Zhe’s member to her nose and sniffed. An alluring scent seemed to linger on her skin.

”Mmmph...”

As she inhaled the faint, almost imaginary scent, she finally began to feel aroused, a low hum escaping her lips involuntarily.

Huang Qianggang, who had been thrusting with all his might, heard this sweet moan. It was as if he had received a surge of encouragement, and he became even more vigorous!

At this moment, Huang Qianggang could clearly feel it—Bai Ran had suddenly grown much tighter!

Her wet, hot channel seemed to come alive, clenching and contracting, gripping him so tightly he felt as if he might suffocate.

Moreover, he was pleasantly surprised to find that Bai Ran, who was usually quite dry, was much wetter this time.

The exquisite stickiness sent a wave of ecstasy through him. He couldn’t help but ask, ”Is it because we have a guest? Are you stimulated by that?”

Bai Ran shot him a glare. ”Less talk. Can you just hurry up?”

...

On the living room sofa, Sun Zhe tossed and turned, his hands pressed over his ears, unable to fall asleep.

The THUDDING against the wall sounded like a rhythmic earthquake, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, denying him any hope of peace.

The people in the bedroom were having a good time, but for Sun Zhe outside, it was the sound of demonic torture!

The gasp of a demon. The soft moan of a succubus.

Fortunately, Sun Zhe’s ”torture” didn’t last long. It all stopped after about ten minutes.

The world fell silent again. Sun Zhe contentedly closed his eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep.

He slept until he woke naturally, and by then, it was already past ten in the morning.

Heavy rain was falling outside. The sound, a chaotic drumming, somehow brought with it an inexplicable sense of peace.

Sun Zhe listened to the rain for a long while before finally sitting up on the sofa and stretching lazily.

He noticed a thin blanket draped over him. It carried a faint, sweet fragrance—the exact same scent as Bai Ran’s.

Inhaling that faint fragrance, he couldn’t help but recall Bai Ran’s exquisite figure from the night before, and his Yang Qi stirred uncontrollably.

Damn... Sun Zhe, you’re really something else! Brother Huang is such a good guy, yet here I am, fantasizing about his wife! I’m hopeless!

Lamenting his own thoughts, Sun Zhe berated himself as he jumped off the sofa. He walked to the front door, hoping the cool air would help him calm down.

He called out a few times but got no response. The apartment seemed to be empty.

They must have gone out.

Sun Zhe took a deep breath of fresh air and glanced down at the tent in his pants, which was already subsiding. He went back inside, found his luggage bag, and took out a set of clean clothes.

Since Huang Qianggang and Bai Ran weren’t home, he decided to take a shower and change.

After the long flight, not to mention getting worked into a sweat by Han Xinyue in the airplane lavatory, he felt sticky and gross.

In the bathroom, Sun Zhe stripped in a flash and turned on the shower, letting the cold water pour over his body.

”WHEW—!”

”A cold shower feels so good.”

”How is Xiong City even hotter than Yang City? It’s muggy even when it’s raining.”

As he muttered to himself, he suddenly froze, his eyes fixed on the laundry basket in front of him.

The basket was filled with women’s clothes. Various stockings were half-rolled and crumpled inside, along with panties and bras of several different colors...

On one pair of panties, he even saw the tell-tale stain of dried fluid.

Damn...

Sun Zhe cursed under his breath and quickly averted his gaze. I didn’t mean to look! But the basket is right there, how could I not see it?

But it was too late to look away now.

The great dragon had already raised its head.

He looked down at his incorrigible fellow, feeling utterly helpless.

He realized that ever since his Yin Yang Sacred Heart Technique had reached the Second Realm, he had become far more impulsive and his stamina had grown immense.

Dammit, am I still going to be this virile when I’m eighty? Old man, oh, old man... You could’ve just passed on peacefully. Why did you have to leave me this damn Cultivation Technique? But it’s my own fault, I guess. Curiosity killed the cat. I never should have tried practicing this damn technique... Sigh... Fucking hell.

Sun Zhe sighed and reached out to turn off the water, ending his bout of self-recrimination.

WHOOSH—!

He was just about to grab something to dry himself with when the bathroom’s sliding door was suddenly pulled open.

The sound made Sun Zhe freeze as if he’d been electrocuted.

He could only pray that it was Huang Qianggang on the other side of that door. Please, don’t let it be Bai Ran. That would be a catastrophe!

”Ah!”

But sometimes, the harder you hope, the greater the disappointment. The gasp came from Bai Ran.

The shriek made Sun Zhe jump. He spun around instinctively, only to see Bai Ran standing stunned in the doorway.

He opened his mouth to speak but froze, his eyes glued to the woman in the doorway. He swallowed hard as the blood in his veins began to boil.

Bai Ran was topless, wearing only a pair of tight jeans!

Her waist-length hair was soaking wet, the tips still dripping, clearly from the rain.

The air suddenly fell silent.

They stared at each other for several silent seconds before Bai Ran was the first to snap out of it, whirling around.

”I’m so sorry, Dr. Sun! I didn’t know you were in here! I... I just got back and I was soaked by the rain, so I wanted to come wash up.”

”...”