Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Sun Zhe carried Yao Yuelong’s soft, fragrant body in his arms, striding over to the Cold Jade Bed.

A bone-chilling cold instantly swept over him, making him feel as if he had plunged into an ice cellar.

However, this cold did not suppress the restless Yang Qi inside him; instead, it made his body and mind burn even hotter.

He roughly tossed Yao Yuelong onto the bed and began to undress. ”You’re the one who started playing with fire,” he said. ”Don’t blame me for what happens next.”

Yao Yuelong’s gaze was calm and indifferent. ”Come, then.”

Sun Zhe was displeased with her placid attitude. He quickly tore off his shirt, revealing his lean, powerful muscles, and climbed onto the bed to pin her down.

Her delicate, intoxicating fragrance made his blood feel like it was about to boil, and his breathing grew ragged.

Yet Yao Yuelong remained as still as tranquil water, without a single ripple of emotion.

She quietly watched the beast-like man above her, a trace of confusion in her eyes. It was as if Sun Zhe had become a completely different person.

Could the medicine the Great Elder gave me really change someone?

As she pondered, her beautiful eyes trembled. Her delicate hands, which had been resting casually on the bed, subconsciously clenched her cuffs as Sun Zhe suddenly leaned down and kissed her.

As his fiery tongue forcefully pried open her tightly sealed lips, she felt her entire body go soft. Despite her nervousness and unease, she couldn’t muster the strength to push him away.

”Mmm...”

Resigning herself to her fate, she closed her beautiful eyes and almost instinctively met his tongue with her own, allowing them to entwine.

The faint sound of their mingling saliva filled the air.

A marvelous sensation she had never experienced washed over her. It felt like countless tiny ants were nibbling at every inch of her flesh, inside and out. The exquisite tingling left her intoxicated, wanting nothing more than to be submerged in this feeling forever.

At the same time, she felt a fiery wisp of energy begin to rise from deep within her.

Suddenly, a large hand climbed onto her full bosom.

Her eyes snapped open. Staring at the handsome face just inches away, her tender body writhed in protest.

Sun Zhe slowly pulled away from her red lips. A glistening thread of saliva stretched between them before snapping.

”Weren’t you the one who wanted to have a child with me? Are you regretting it now?”

Even Yao Yuelong herself didn’t realize her face was flushed crimson, her breathing slightly labored.

”Hurry up,” she said softly, turning her face away.

Sun Zhe gave a wicked grin. ”If I’m too fast, I’m sure you won’t be satisfied.”

”You...” Yao Yuelong was speechless.

In truth, her knowledge of Bedroom Skills came only from books. She had thought she knew everything, but in a real encounter, she realized she knew nothing. She was completely passive, at the mercy of this boy who was so much younger than her. It left her feeling stifled and wronged, as if she were being conquered and controlled.

Sun Zhe said no more. He leaned down and bit into her pale neck as his right hand pulled down the strap on her snowy shoulder, revealing a white lace bustier underneath. The bustier’s hollow lace patterns were embroidered with silver threads, giving it a sacred, noble quality amidst the sensuality. It tightly encased her proud peaks, which were as plump and smooth as a meticulously wrapped gift.

”Priest Yao...”

”What is it?”

”You’re truly beautiful.”

”It is just a vessel of flesh and bone,” Yao Yuelong replied softly. ”You place too much importance on physical appearance.”

Sun Zhe’s somewhat rough palm caressed her smooth shoulder and collarbone. He could clearly feel her body trembling beneath his touch and chuckled. ”I haven’t reached your profound state of mind.”

Yao Yuelong remained expressionless. ”Men and women are essentially the same—nothing but skin over two hundred and six bones. If you remain fixated on appearances, you will be trapped forever.”

Sun Zhe gave a devilish smile. ”We’re different.”

”How are we different?”

His hand moved downward. With two fingers, he hooked the edge of her bustier and pulled. Two snow-white, bountiful mounds bounced free, releasing a sweet fragrance into the air.

”For example, right now, I have two hundred and seven bones in my body. Feel for yourself if you don’t believe me.”

Yao Yuelong humphed softly. ”Childish.”

”You may have lived for centuries,” Sun Zhe said, ”but you’ve spent it all cultivating in seclusion. You’ve never experienced the many beautiful things this world has to offer.”

”Enough talk. Just hurry.”

Sun Zhe chuckled and looked down. He saw that the crimson Yin Zhu atop her peaks had already hardened into taut buds, like ripe, unbelievably tempting strawberries.

His breathing grew ragged as he leaned down and bit down.

”Ngh...”

Yao Yuelong’s body instantly tensed and trembled as if struck by lightning, and a soft moan escaped her lips. This corrupting sensation made her want to push Sun Zhe away, but for some unknown reason, she couldn’t summon any strength. Her powerful cultivation was useless, leaving her completely at his mercy.

”You... don’t bite with your teeth.”

”It hurts.”

Sun Zhe ignored her, seemingly lost in a frenzy. He suckled audibly, like a greedy infant driven by pure instinct, as if he could really draw something out.

Unable to dissuade him, Yao Yuelong could only focus her mind and endure it in silence.

Refusal was clearly impossible now. She had initiated this. She had administered the drug. Therefore, she had to bear whatever happened next.

As she was thinking, a strange, pleasant sensation bloomed on her thigh. She propped herself up on her elbows and saw that Sun Zhe’s other hand was on her leg.

At this moment, Sun Zhe seemed to be in a world of his own. One hand enjoyed the softness of her legs through the delicate silk skirt while the other began rolling the fabric upward.

When the skirt reached her thighs, her slender, snow-white legs were exposed. They were flawlessly smooth, like finely carved works of art.

Sun Zhe kneaded them forcefully a few times before his hand eagerly slid up their length, heading toward the verdant valley.

However, Yao Yuelong’s legs instinctively clamped shut, blocking his path.

Undeterred, Sun Zhe continued to suckle intensely while firmly pushing his hand between her thighs, secretly channeling Pure Yang True Qi into her body.

As the Pure Yang True Qi entered her, Yao Yuelong’s body trembled. Her tightly clamped legs gradually lost their strength and were easily parted by Sun Zhe’s hand.

”Ah...”

When the tender flesh within the valley felt the rough heat of Sun Zhe’s fingertips, Yao Yuelong couldn’t help but frown and let out a soft moan. All the strength seemed to drain from her body in an instant, and the torso she had propped up on her elbows collapsed back onto the bed.

Her pearly teeth bit her lip as she let out a continuous stream of muffled moans, her brow furrowed as she stared at Sun Zhe’s greedy, intense suckling.

She could feel the fiery essence deep inside her growing stronger and stronger.

Unwittingly, she began to lose her rationality. It became impossible to calm her mind. Her once clear, beautiful eyes slowly turned red, and her pupils transformed into ominous vertical slits. On her smooth forehead, silver, dragon-scale-like patterns began to appear.

Completely unaware of her transformation, Sun Zhe continued his efforts with his hands and mouth, savoring the sweet taste of the cherries while reveling in the softness of her skin.

Suddenly, the hand exploring the valley was scratched by something, sending a sharp pain through him.

He withdrew his hand and saw a bloody scratch across his palm.

His heart sank. Guessing she must have hidden a weapon in her skirt, he pushed himself up to his knees, intending to strip off her skirt and see for himself.

But in the next moment, when he saw Yao Yuelong’s demonic appearance, he froze, his eyes widening in shock.

”You... you’re a demon?”

”...”