Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Sun Zhe leaned over, pressing down on Lin Yingchun, indulging in gentle exploration and nibbling, but was pushed away by Lin Yingchun.

”What’s wrong, Yingchun?”

Lin Yingchun glanced at Li Shiyan, who was still in a ”paralyzed” state lying beside them, and with a warning tone said, ”Don’t you dare bully me like you did Shiyan, or I won’t cultivate with you anymore.”

Sun Zhe moved to kneel in front of her, flashing a naive and genuine smile: ”I promise to be gentle with you.”

”Hmm... you said it yourself.”

Blushing, Lin Yingchun playfully waved her small fists at him, ”Try any tricks and I’ll punch you.”

With those words, she started to untuck the shirt tail tucked in her skirt waist, then pulled open the bow tie at her neck and unbuttoned one by one.

Sun Zhe knelt motionlessly, quietly enjoying watching the goddess in front of him undress, outwardly calm and composed, though internally he was almost going crazy, desperately wanting to pounce on her immediately.

As the shirt buttons snapped open one by one, the strappy little tank top tightly wrapping around her full bosom was gradually exposed to the air, and a sweet enchanting fragrance filled the air.

”Yingchun.”

”Hmm?”

Sun Zhe, a bit impatient, remarked, ”Why are you like the actresses in those Japanese movies, undressing so slowly?”

Hearing this, Lin Yingchun instantly darkened her face and nudged Sun Zhe with her foot encased in silk, ”What nonsense are you talking? You’re the movie star!”

Sun Zhe grabbed her silky foot that she offered and played with her pink-painted toes through the thin layer of sheerness, chuckling, ”You know, I really am the protagonist, having made it to the trending searches.”

Lin Yingchun crossed her arms to take off the camisole, revealing a delicate and sensual bra underneath, teasingly said, ”Shameless, dare to say it, you’ve caused Qiaoqiao to not even dare step out.”

Sun Zhe chuckled, eyes fixed on Lin Yingchun’s smooth belly, ”Why did you get a waist chain today?”

Lin Yingchun shifted coquettishly, reaching to unfasten the side buttons of her JK short skirt, ”Isn’t this what you like?”

Sun Zhe reached to help pull off the short skirt and tossed it aside, then suddenly pounced, pressing her firmly under him.

”Hey, stop... I told you to be gentler.”

Sun Zhe hooked a transparent strap on her snowy white shoulder with a finger, flicking it a few times, ”Yingchun, do you want to apply some lip balm?”

Hearing this, Lin Yingchun turned her face away, muttering softly, ”I don’t want to.”

”Really don’t want to?”

”Hmm... it’s up to you.”

”Leaving it up to me again? Then I won’t apply any.”

”You...”

Lin Yingchun tugged at his ear in annoyance, ”Hurry up and apply it!”

”Alrighty!”

Without saying another word, Sun Zhe bit down on her slightly pink-tinted snowy neck, his lips and tongue slowly sliding downwards.

A brief moment passed.

When Sun Zhe’s lips and tongue reached their destination, he found that the butterfly wings had already budded.

As he leaned in closer, he saw Lin Yingchun lying flat, suddenly arching her upper body off the bed, her beautiful back lifting away from the surface as if she’d been shocked by electricity.

She extended her swan-like neck, supporting her head on the bed with the back of her head, her pearl-white teeth clamping down on her lips, pressing them so hard they turned pale.

”Uh-huh... Sun Zhe, stop...”

”I can’t take it anymore!”

”Let’s pause for a moment, please?”

Yet Sun Zhe, engrossed in his endeavor, ignored her pleas, lost in his own world.

Lin Yingchun’s slender waist writhed uncontrollably, and the two silken-wrapped legs draped over Sun Zhe’s shoulders suddenly clamped together, tightly gripping Sun Zhe’s neck, while her crystalline toes, encased in sheer stockings, curled inwards, rubbing incessantly against Sun Zhe’s sweat-drenched back.

”Uh-huh... I beg you, hubby...”

”I can’t take it!”

”...”

Within just a few short minutes, Sun Zhe succeeded in witnessing a fountain of beauty.

”Yingchun, my lip balm is applied, now it’s your turn to put on some lipstick.”

Sun Zhe knelt up, not bothering to wipe the liquid from the corner of his mouth, shuffled up straddling Lin Yingchun’s chest, holding onto his big plum for feeding onto those moist red lips.

”M-m-m...”

Lin Yingchun’s eyes appeared misty, a few strands of disheveled hair clung by fragrant sweat obscuring her exquisite face, exuding a touch of poignant beauty. Sensing the male scent drifting towards her, she extended a slender hand to brush aside the hair at the corner of her mouth and began to swallow passionately.

A brief moment passed.

After being satiated, Lin Yingchun hastily sat up cross-legged to begin working on her energy digestion.

But Sun Zhe wouldn’t let her succeed, he knocked her down, grabbed both silk-covered ankles, placed them on his shoulders, and started an intense drive.

”Ah ah... pause a moment, let me just.”

”No rush to cultivate, there’s plenty of time later for cultivation.”

”Please don’t.”

”...”

About an hour later, Sun Zhe exhaled deeply, having fully invigorated Lin Yingchun, he got up and left.

If it wasn’t for Lin Yingchun’s earnest plea, desperate to make time for cultivation, Sun Zhe could have battled for three hundred more rounds.

Upon leaving the room, he found Zhu Yan had already returned from work and was in the kitchen cooking dinner with Ye Qiao.

”Our Great Witch Master finished so soon?”

Zhu Yan looked at Sun Zhe with a teasing smile.

Sun Zhe, still in high spirits, noticed Zhu Yan in a home outfit, her long hair casually up in a mature style, and approached her immediately.

Zhu Yan jumped in surprise, wriggling her body to push him away.

”Hey, what are you doing? Qiaoqiao’s still here.”

Ye Qiao, standing nearby, rolled her eyes dramatically, ”You two go on, just pretend I’m not here.”

Sun Zhe, however, released Zhu Yan, ”Never mind, I’ll deal with you tonight.”

”...”

That evening.

Sun Zhe and four women shared a lively dinner together.

After dinner, Lin Yingchun and Li Shiyan went back to school.

Sun Zhe found Zhu Yan, about to cultivate, when his phone rang unexpectedly.

He picked it up, discovering it was Han Xinyue calling.

”Hello.”

”Where are you? Are you free tonight? Can we meet up?”

Sun Zhe’s heart leapt with joy, ”You find a place, send me the address, I’ll come find you.”

”Aren’t you afraid I’ll have an ambush prepared for you?”

”Even better if you gather a few pretty ones.”

”Get lost. Hanging up.”

”...”