Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Even though Ye Qiao was just speaking out of anger, trying to scare Li Shiyan, what’s spoken unintentionally is often taken seriously by the listener.

Looking at the two stunning beauties before him, their long, stocking-clad legs swinging back and forth, Sun Zhe couldn’t help but feel a stir of arousal.

As a leg lover, how the hell am I supposed to resist this?

Seizing the opportunity Ye Qiao had created, Sun Zhe stepped forward, putting an arm around both Lin Yingchun and Li Shiyan.

”Alright, you two campus belles, let’s go. Time to accompany this Witch Master for some Cultivation.”

Li Shiyan furrowed her delicate brows and pulled away with a grimace of disgust. ”You stink. Go take a shower.”

Without another word, Sun Zhe bent down, hooked his arms under the crooks of Li Shiyan’s knees, and swept her into a princess carry as if she weighed nothing, striding toward the first-floor bathroom.

”Alright then, great campus belle. You can serve this Witch Master while he bathes and changes.”

Li Shiyan immediately started protesting and flailing her legs, pounding on Sun Zhe’s shoulder with her little fists. ”You’re the worst! Put me down! They’re still watching!”

Sun Zhe glanced back at Ye Qiao and Lin Yingchun dismissively. ”Why are you afraid of them? They have to cultivate later, too.”

”...”

Back in the living room, Ye Qiao looked at Lin Yingchun and shrugged.

Lin Yingchun’s cheeks flushed, and she turned her head away.

Ye Qiao walked over and linked arms with her. ”Sister Yingchun, you’re not mad at me, are you?”

Lin Yingchun rolled her eyes. ”It’s all your fault.”

Ye Qiao giggled. ”Anyway, I’m leaving him to you and Shiyan today. He’s been torturing me every day for the past few days. I’m all swollen and it hurts just to walk. There’s no way I can cultivate at all today.”

Lin Yingchun snorted softly. ”I suppose you’re just taking advantage of your proximity to him.”

”Hehe... By the way, Sister Yingchun, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

”What is it?”

”It’s about the Extreme Yin Witchcraft we practice.”

”...”

As the two women talked, the sound of Li Shiyan’s cheerful laughter suddenly drifted from the bathroom, most likely because Sun Zhe was tickling her.

About ten minutes later, a stark-naked Sun Zhe walked into the living room, carrying a fully-clothed Li Shiyan in his arms.

Seeing this, Lin Yingchun quickly averted her gaze, her beautiful face blushing scarlet. Still, her eyes couldn’t help but steal glances at the ferocious, intimidating ’dragon’.

Ye Qiao let out a sharp cry, grabbing a pillow from the sofa and throwing it at Sun Zhe. ”Have some decency! If you’re going to do it, go do it in the bedroom, okay? Don’t interrupt Sister Yingchun’s and my Cultivation.”

Hearing this, Sun Zhe wordlessly turned and headed for the bedroom.

Not long after, Ye Qiao and Lin Yingchun, who were discussing Cultivation in the living room, heard Li Shiyan’s miserable screams coming from the room.

”Tsk, tsk, tsk...”

Ye Qiao frowned and shook her head, asking Lin Yingchun, ”That little vixen, Shiyan, wasn’t she so arrogant before? How come she’s screaming so miserably now?”

Lin Yingchun’s face reddened. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but then stopped.

Will I be screaming like that myself in a little while?

In truth, the reason she and Li Shiyan had come to Sun Zhe’s house today wasn’t just to check on Ye Qiao, the star of that little video who was hiding at home, but also to seek out Sun Zhe for Cultivation.

Sun Zhe had been gone for so long, and the two of them hadn’t had any Yang Essence for their Cultivation in some time, causing their progress to stagnate.

Now that he was finally back, they certainly couldn’t miss this opportunity.

Ye Qiao can’t get all the benefits for herself!

...

”Ah, ah, ah... hmmm... Sun Zhe, be gentle!”

”CREAK! CREAK! CREAK!”

”Darling, I was wrong! Please, just forgive me, okay? Can you save your energy for Senior Sister?”

”CREAK! CREAK! CREAK!”

”...”

Listening to the wild sounds from the bedroom, Ye Qiao and Lin Yingchun completely lost interest in discussing Cultivation.

Looking frustrated, Ye Qiao suddenly hopped off the sofa and, in her fuzzy bunny-ear slippers, tiptoed over to the bedroom door, pressing her ear against it to eavesdrop.

”Sister Yingchun, want to come listen to how Shiyan is screaming?”

Lin Yingchun’s neck flushed red as she looked away and whispered, ”Forget it. There’s nothing worth hearing.”

Ye Qiao covered her mouth and giggled. ”You’re right. You’ll be screaming yourself later anyway, no need to listen to Shiyan.”

Hearing this, Lin Yingchun’s body trembled. She grabbed a throw pillow from the sofa and tossed it at Ye Qiao.

...

Time ticked by.

After being tormented by Sun Zhe for over forty minutes, Li Shiyan was finally granted release.

Sun Zhe, drenched in sweat and stark naked, walked into the living room. His eyes were bloodshot like a wild beast’s as he headed straight for Lin Yingchun on the sofa.

At the sight of him, Lin Yingchun’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly put down her phone. She looked at the large, intimidating weapon, still coated in a glistening, viscous fluid, then at the scratches and bite marks on Sun Zhe’s shoulders, and forced a smile.

”Ah Zhe, I... maybe next time...”

Sun Zhe let out a soft breath, grabbed her wrist, and began dragging her directly into the bedroom.

Lin Yingchun wore a bitter expression, casting a pleading look toward Ye Qiao, who was enjoying the show from the side.

But Ye Qiao seemed utterly heartless. She just gave Lin Yingchun a gloating smile and quietly stepped aside.

Having been thoroughly ’handled’ by Sun Zhe over the past few days, she knew that this was when he was at his most terrifying. He was not to be provoked under any circumstances. She had also discovered that since his return, he was even more ferocious than before. Once he got worked up, he truly became like a maddened beast, losing all reason and completely unable to stop. She still remembered the night before last when she and Zhu Yan had joined forces, using every part of their bodies available, yet they still failed to sate him.

...

While Ye Qiao was lost in her thoughts, Lin Yingchun had already been dragged into the bedroom by Sun Zhe.

When she saw Li Shiyan sprawled on the bed, panting heavily with her waist and abdomen twitching in spasms, Lin Yingchun was utterly dumbfounded.

This… This is just too brutal.

At that moment, Li Shiyan was like a melted puddle of ice cream; it looked like even lifting a finger was a struggle.

Her sexy JK school uniform miniskirt had been rolled up to her waist. Her thin, slick, sheer pantyhose were riddled with holes of various sizes, all smeared with a viscous white fluid. It wasn’t just on her legs; her face was also covered in a thick layer of the same substance, making it almost impossible for her to open her eyes.

And *that place*, amidst the damp thicket, the spring at its center pulsed, gurgling out a thick, white cream.

Lin Yingchun swallowed hard, silently lamenting what a complete waste it was. She turned to Sun Zhe and asked worriedly, ”After so much came out, do you have any left?”

A slight smile curved Sun Zhe’s lips as he pulled her into his embrace. ”Don’t worry. Your hubby has more than enough to satisfy you.”

”Get lost. You’re not my hubby.”

Lin Yingchun swatted at him playfully.

Sun Zhe sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her onto his lap. His large hand immediately slid up her thigh, slipping under her skirt along the silky stocking. ”Shiyan is a lightweight who can’t take much,” he said. ”Yingchun, you should be tougher than her, right?”

”Mmm...”

Lin Yingchun’s delicate brows furrowed as she let out a soft moan. Her body trembled as she felt the soft flesh there being pressed and squeezed by his fingertips. ”Don’t... that tickles. You’re so terrible.”

”...”