Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

In the downtown area of Xiong City, inside a five-star hotel.

Zhu Yan was sprawled bonelessly on the leather sofa, her swan-like neck arched back as she half-closed her eyes in pleasure.

”You little rascal, that tickles... Stop it.”

Sun Zhe had already peeled off her long white shirt and tossed it aside. Her crop top, which barely covered her upper body, was also rolled up, bunched up just above her breasts. Sun Zhe sat beside her, using one hand to hold her fragrant shoulder still. He buried his face between the two towering, snowy peaks, nuzzling greedily like a ravenous wolf at a feast. Meanwhile, his other hand was not idle.

With one hand, he had unfastened the button on her high-waisted denim shorts—so short they barely grazed her hips—and pulled down the zipper. This revealed her smooth stomach, which was covered by a thin, transparent pair of pantyhose. Now, a bulging shape the size of a man’s hand had formed beneath her abdomen, right at the center of the pantyhose. It moved restlessly, as if some strange creature were trying to invade.

”Mmm... You little rascal, stop digging...”

”I can’t take it anymore!”

Having been deprived for so many days, Zhu Yan was exceptionally sensitive. Sun Zhe had only just grazed the surface, yet her whole body trembled as if she’d been electrocuted, and a warm trickle began to flow from her. Her frantic hands grasped at the air while her delicate toes, encased in sheer, skin-colored stockings, constantly tensed and curled.

SQUISH. SQUISH.

But her pleas only made Sun Zhe more relentless. He immediately quickened the pace of his hand. With this acceleration, a series of suggestive, wet sounds spread throughout the luxurious hotel suite.

In the quiet room, Sun Zhe suddenly asked, ”Yan’Er, how did you get by while I was away for so long?”

”Did you use the Fairy Wand?”

”Hmm?”

Hearing this, Zhu Yan opened her beautiful, half-lidded eyes and gazed at him with playful resentment. ”None of your business.”

As she spoke, she raised a slender hand to feebly pinch his ear. ”You little rascal,” she said coquettishly. ”You just love to bully me.”

”Hehe...” Sun Zhe chuckled wickedly. He removed the hand holding her shoulder and reached for her chest, deftly flipping up one side of the lacy bra that cupped her snowy peaks. He performed the simple action with an incredible familiarity, as if he had done it countless times. With just a flick of his fingers, a large, snow-white breast sprang free, releasing a rich, milky aroma. Its tempting pink tip was already hard and erect, like a ripe cherry that looked sweet and delicious just from sight alone.

Sun Zhe couldn’t help but gulp. Unable to hold back any longer, he lowered his head and took it into his mouth.

”Mmm... you little rascal, be gentle.”

”Don’t use your teeth...”

...

With Sun Zhe assaulting her from above and below with his hands and mouth, aided by his Pure Yang True Qi, it only took a few moments for a dam deep inside Zhu Yan to burst. The pent-up floodwaters gushed out uncontrollably.

GUSH. GUSH.

Sun Zhe withdrew his hand just in time to avoid getting soaked. He watched with great enjoyment as Zhu Yan thrashed about wildly on the leather sofa.

「After quite a while.」

Zhu Yan finally caught her breath. ”You little rascal,” she said, her breath sweet and ragged. ”Come here. I’m going to punish you.”

Sun Zhe looked puzzled. ”How are you going to punish me?”

Zhu Yan’s lovely face was flushed red like a ripe apple, but she didn’t shy away from Sun Zhe’s wicked gaze. Looking right at him, she said, ”You’re going to apply my lipstick.”

Sun Zhe understood immediately. He took two steps forward and squatted in front of the sofa. Reaching out with both hands, he grasped the backs of her knees, lifting her stocking-clad legs high into the air until her feet pointed at the ceiling. Zhu Yan cooperated by wriggling out of her denim shorts and tossing them aside, fully exposing her long, beautiful legs, which were still encased in the transparent stockings.

Sun Zhe stared at the tantalizing scenery visible beneath the sheer fabric. He could even see a few mischievous dark hairs peeking out, a display of extreme sensuality mixed with a hint of addictive wildness.

”Can I rip them?”

Zhu Yan lightly bit the back of her hand and nudged his forehead gently with her stockinged foot. ”Mmm... They’re for you to rip, of course.”

Sun Zhe freed one hand to catch her fragrant, stockinged foot, toying with it as he asked with a smile, ”Did you wear these for me? Did you know I was coming back today?”

”Of course not.”

”Yan’Er, you truly are the Ancient Greek goddess of stockings.”

”If you’re so good at sweet talk, say some more.”

”You know I have no resistance when it comes to stockings.”

”Then go ahead.”

Sun Zhe stopped talking and leaned in. He gently bit the soft, bulging fabric at her crotch with his front teeth and, with a slight tug, tore a large hole in the pantyhose. Zhu Yan was already impatient. She eagerly reached down and pulled aside the lace gusset, which was already soaked through.

”Hurry, little rascal. Come here and let Yan Yan apply your lipstick.”

”Yan Yan?”

”Yes, that’s my nickname.”

As she spoke, Zhu Yan’s other hand grabbed a fistful of Sun Zhe’s hair. With a surprising burst of strength, she forcefully pushed his head down between her legs, then clamped them shut, trapping his head firmly.

”Oof... Yan’Er, when did you get so aggressive?”

”Mmm, mmm... Hurry up, work on my little bud...”

...

「A few minutes later.」

Unable to pull away in time, Sun Zhe’s face was left drenched. Zhu Yan moaned incoherently, writhing on the sofa like a captured eel, completely unable to stop. Sun Zhe stood to the side, wiping his face with a tissue while admiring the beautiful fountain.

「After a while.」

When Zhu Yan finally calmed down, Sun Zhe stepped forward. ”Yan’Er,” he said with a wicked grin, ”you’ve tormented me for so long. Now it’s my turn to torment you.”

Zhu Yan naturally understood his meaning. She lazily slid off the sofa and stood before him, placing her hands on his shoulders. She leaned in until her lips were barely brushing against his. ”You little rascal, if you can last for ten minutes, I’ll let you touch me.”

Hearing this, Sun Zhe simply smiled without a word.

Zhu Yan puffed out her cheeks slightly. ”What are you laughing at? Stop laughing.”

Sun Zhe gently bumped his forehead against hers. ”So, is this how our little Yan Yan plans to punish me?”

With a coquettish hum, Zhu Yan bit his lower lip, tugging it gently before letting go. Then, her small, nimble tongue began to trace a path from his chin, down his neck, and onto his chest. Sun Zhe tilted his head back and closed his eyes in bliss. The wet, warm, and ticklish sensation sent a shiver straight to his bones.

Zhu Yan glanced up at him, then mischievously left a small love bite on his neck before continuing her descent. She slid past his chest and down his abs, leaving a glistening, wet trail until she reached the lush undergrowth below.

”Ew, it stinks.”

Zhu Yan reached out a delicate, white hand to arrange the messy thicket of hair, looking up at him with a pout. ”It’s smelly. I’m not going to eat it.”

Sun Zhe looked down to meet her gaze, pretending to be hurt. ”Are you getting tired of me already?”

Zhu Yan giggled charmingly. ”Ten minutes, okay? You’re not allowed to touch me. I’ll do all the work.”

Hearing this, Sun Zhe obediently put his hands behind his back.

”Then have at it.”

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