Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

”Mmm mmm... huh...”

Faint moans mixed with violent banging echoed in the living room.

Under Sun Zhe’s tremendous force, even the sofa, weighing several hundred pounds, shook along with it!

Having been pent up for half a month, now finally able to release, Sun Zhe almost lost all sense and had completely transformed into a raging beast.

”Puh puh puh puh...”

Sun Zhe clenched his teeth, tightly gripping Fang Jiayun’s snow-white thighs, the smooth flesh almost overflowing between his fingers, as he furiously thrust, his vigor comparable to none other than Three Kingdoms Lü Bu!

Fang Jiayun, unable to withstand the relentless assault, rolled her eyes back, her hands tightly gripping the sofa cushion beneath, her calves on Sun Zhe’s shoulders clamped around his neck, her feet encased in sheer mesh socks hooked around Sun Zhe’s nape, toes sometimes stretching, sometimes curling powerfully.

”Ah ah ah... stop...”

”You stop first!”

”Sun Zhe, I’m begging you... I can’t take it anymore!”

”...”

...

The sun blazed brightly.

A luxury business car sped to a halt at the Fang Family villa entrance.

The suited driver, young and handsome, wearing white gloves, got out with a parasol, quickly opened the back door.

”President, we’ve arrived.”

The driver held the umbrella with one hand, the other placed on the car door frame, ”President, mind your head.”

Fang Ruoxue lifted a limited edition handbag worth millions, wore sunglasses, elegantly stepping out with her long, sexy, silky legs, catching the driver’s attention, causing a warm stir in his lower abdomen.

Yet Fang Ruoxue’s entire being seemed to exude an invisible powerful aura, even under the scorching sun, making the driver feel a chill in his bones, his head lowered, daring not to look at her.

After alighting from the car.

Fang Ruoxue glanced at the driver, a slight smile curved her lips, suddenly asking, ”Do you find my legs beautiful?”

The question sent a jolt through the driver, hastily lowering his head further, not knowing how to respond.

”Answer me.”

Fang Ruoxue’s tone grew stern.

”B-beautiful!”

The driver, frightened and pale, thought he had offended Fang Ruoxue, almost kneeling to plead.

Upon hearing the driver’s answer, watching his reaction, Fang Ruoxue frowned slightly, recalling that bad boy.

She had always been confident in her allure.

Yet, for some reason, that bad boy hadn’t touched her in half a month, infuriating her.

She couldn’t understand why, when any man would find her attractive, that bad man wouldn’t make a move.

Could it be a tactic of ”retreating to advance”?

Or had he grown tired?

With countless questions in her mind, Fang Ruoxue took the parasol from the driver with a delicate, fair hand, then, stepping on sexy, exquisite crystal heels, walked into the villa with her long, silky legs.

Watching her departing back, the driver exhaled a sigh of relief, internally puzzled.

”What’s up with the President these days?”

”Feels different from before.”

”...”

Walking through the shaded path, admiring the famous flowers and grasses she had personally planted by the roadside, soon Fang Ruoxue ascended the steps leading to the living room door.

Upon reaching the steps, just as she was about to close the umbrella, she suddenly saw a scene in the living room that she couldn’t possibly accept!

On the living room sofa was that strong yet familiar figure, engaged with her daughter...

In an instant, Fang Ruoxue felt as though struck by lightning, her body tensed and frozen, the parasol in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

Thankfully, the commotion in the living room was significant, even the several-hundred-pound sofa shook violently, coupled with Fang Jiayun’s intense cries, so the man and woman inside hadn’t noticed her arrival.

”H-how could this happen?”

”Why would Yun’er...”

Fang Ruoxue bent to pick up the fallen parasol, her eyes fixed intently on the living room, her body trembling with anger, her eyes growing bloodshot, as extreme fury seemed to burst forth, consuming everything.

She quickly moved aside, hiding behind the door pillar, continuously patting her chest in an attempt to calm the storm within.

But once the storm subsided, a towering inferno of rage followed!

”Sun Zhe!”

”I warned you before, don’t touch my daughter!”

”You little bastard... One day, I’ll chop you up and feed you to the fish in the sea!”

”...”

Thinking of her precious daughter defiled, Fang Ruoxue felt as if her lungs were about to explode with rage.

If she could, she would charge in right now and cut Sun Zhe to pieces!

Previously, she had complicated feelings for Sun Zhe, but now, only hatred remained!

Because Sun Zhe had touched her dragon’s scale!

Yet, at this moment, she lacked the courage to barge into the living room and stop the absurd scene.

Perhaps it was because of Zhou Yao, or maybe something else... she just couldn’t summon the courage.

After a good while, suppressing her inner fury, listening to the intense sound from the living room, an inexplicable flame quietly ignited deep inside her, involuntarily recalling Sun Zhe’s vigour and the sensation of floating on the clouds...

Compelled by some unseen force, she slowly poked her head out, wanting to witness the absurd scene.

At this time.

On the living room sofa.

Sun Zhe stood up, lifting Fang Jiayun’s snow-white body face-to-face.

His rough, large hands firmly supported Fang Jiayun’s delicate hips, his sturdy muscular waist moving with the grace and strength akin to being filled with electric motors, striking at such a rapid rate, almost creating afterimages, until Fang Jiayun’s dark, mysterious valley was frothy, each curly strand of dark hair hanging with white dew.

”I can’t, I can’t... please have mercy on me.”

”Hubby—!”

”Daddy, please have mercy on Dad!”

Fang Jiayun embraced Sun Zhe’s neck tightly, her fragrant ponytail swaying wildly, eyes streaming, her freshly applied makeup smudged, appearing so helplessly pitiful.

At this moment, she seemed to have lost all reason, endlessly uttering seductive pleas, softly wailing, continuously begging for mercy.

Yet Sun Zhe seemed oblivious, like a maddened beast, continuing to bite his teeth and thrust vigorously, pounding until the inside of Fang Jiayun’s thighs reddened, echoing with slaps.

Finally.

After over a hundred thrusts, Sun Zhe suddenly stopped, collapsing onto the sofa, clutching Fang Jiayun in his trembling embrace.

At this moment.

Outside the living room door.

Observing Fang Ruoxue through the glass door, she instinctively covered her mouth.

Sun Zhe’s capacity was something she naturally knew well.

”So much just now, she took it all from Yun’er?”

”Little bastard... you truly dared to set your sights on my daughter!”

Fang Ruoxue cursed inwardly, ready to grind her teeth to dust.

Unexpectedly, the next scene became even harder for her to accept.

Sun Zhe casually pushed the Fang Jiayun sitting on his lap aside, then stood up, one hand grabbing Fang Jiayun’s ponytail, lifting her head, then directly feeding the wet, ugly, filthy thing into her moist, glistening lips.

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