Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

”Slurp, slurp, slurp...”

In the living room.

On a luxurious leather sofa.

Sun Zhe was straddling atop Fang Ruoxue’s chest, firmly pressing those towering peaks with his muscular hips, gripping her delicate head tightly with both hands, his eyes fierce, like a wild beast in frenzy.

He didn’t know why, but whenever that certain bug got into his head, he would become very violent and gradually lose his rationality.

He thought it was probably due to the influence of Dragon Qi.

At this moment, Fang Ruoxue was forced to lie on the sofa, glaring at Sun Zhe with a resentful look but not struggling or resisting, allowing Sun Zhe to tug at her hair and use that disgusting object to ravage her throat, like a gastroscopy.

”Mm mm mm...”

Under the influence of Yang Qi, Fang Ruoxue slowly started to feel something. The look of resentment turned into dazed allure, and she began to actively cooperate with Sun Zhe’s thrusts, her slender hands that clutched the sofa cushions gradually moving to wrap around his firm waist, as if afraid he might suddenly leave.

This feeling of being ravaged, this deep humiliation inexplicably excited her.

But at the same time, there was a stabbing pain in her heart, finding it hard to accept this version of herself.

”Am I inherently such a wanton woman?”

”No, no, this is not me...”

Thinking of this, she suddenly regained her senses, her dazed eyes regaining some clarity, she pushed Sun Zhe away with all her might, quickly jumping off the sofa and scurrying to a side to crouch by the trash can, coughing and retching.

”Ugh—!”

”Cough, cough... ugh...”

Threads of crystalline, viscous saliva were pulled by gravity, hanging like a strand down from her chin, finally dropping into the trash can.

Sun Zhe stood aside watching her, her eyes teary with an expression of miserable vulnerability, his inner flames burning even brighter.

After a while.

Fang Ruoxue got up and glared fiercely at Sun Zhe, cursing delicately, ”Are you sick?”

Sun Zhe looked innocent, ”Weren’t you the one who wanted me to deliver it?”

”I...”

Fang Ruoxue glanced at the ominous massive thing still glistening with her crystal-clear saliva, decisively choosing to shut up and end the topic.

Sun Zhe suddenly walked up to her, abruptly pulling her into his embrace with one hand, the other hand exploring downward, kneading and caressing forcibly, then slowly lifting her sheer long dress.

Her long, sexy legs wrapped in skin-colored stockings gradually exposed to the air.

”Mm hm...”

Fang Ruoxue frowned and hummed softly, twisting slightly to weakly push him away, speaking in an unmistakably commanding tone, ”Change the place.”

At this moment, her eyes that regained some clarity again turned dazed and dim.

The masculine aura from this big boy, truly maddening and irresistible.

Without another word, Sun Zhe bent down, scooped her up by the nook of her legs clad in stockings, lifting her as if weightless, and strode towards the kitchen.

”You... you, what are you doing?”

Seeing Sun Zhe heading to the kitchen, Fang Ruoxue became anxious immediately.

Sun Zhe looked down at her stunningly beautiful face, a hint of a smile playing at his lips, ”Continue what we didn’t finish last time in the kitchen.”

Fang Ruoxue bit her lip, pinched him on the arm, whispering, ”Day after day, act like a human being, won’t you?”

After a short while.

Sun Zhe set her down on the countertop, just like last time, in the same position.

”Do you just want my stuff so badly?”

Sun Zhe joked as he took off her plush slippers.

Fang Ruoxue looked at the handsome, charming young man in front of her with a sense of complex resentment in her heart.

Sun Zhe tossed her slippers aside casually, then took her delicate feet enveloped in sheer stockings into his hands to caress gently, ”If you want, I’ll give it to you, as much as you want, to your heart’s content.”

Fang Ruoxue snorted softly, turned her face away in irritation, ”Stop talking nonsense, if you wanna do it, then hurry up.”

Sun Zhe said no more, grabbing her sexy stockinged feet and placing them over his shoulders, then proceeded to roll up the soft sheer long dress to her waist, directly revealing the mysterious garden, his eyes suddenly brightening, body filled with uncontrollable Yang Qi.

”Wow, didn’t even wear panties.”

Fang Ruoxue snorted lightly, pretending to be indifferent, looking away, ”At home, unnecessary.”

As she spoke, she accommodated by wrapping her legs around Sun Zhe’s neck, as if fearing he might suddenly run away.

Sun Zhe’s eyes gleamed wickedly, admiring the beautiful scene before him.

The surface of that mysterious garden was still covered by a layer of transparent sheer fabric, making it look even sexier and more nebulous.

Gazing at the faint hint of pink amidst the lush black velvet, Sun Zhe swallowed saliva secretly, marveling internally at how this woman is stunning from head to toe, never making one tired of looking!

And at this moment, the lush beauty was emitting a crystalline, dewy sheen, as if a mire, causing even the stocking to have a small crystalline wet stain.

Sun Zhe reached out with one hand, rubbing a few times with his thumb through the thin sheer fabric, Fang Ruoxue’s delicate body trembled as if electrocuted, causing more nectar to overflow from the black velvet.

Unable to endure any longer, Sun Zhe directly tore out a hole in the thin sheer, just enough to expose the lush panorama completely to the air.

Next, he explored with his fingers, a drenched swirl, like kneading soggy clay, even bringing forth a small gossamer of gooeyness on his fingertips.

”You actually want it too, don’t you?”

Sun Zhe asked while kneading.

”I... I don’t.”

Fang Ruoxue dared not look at Sun Zhe, yet stubbornly refused to admit it.

Slowly, Sun Zhe leaned closer, standing on tiptoe, ”Really don’t?”

”Mm hm...”

Fang Ruoxue bit her lip suddenly, eyes filled with grievance towards Sun Zhe, softly humming, feeling so scorching hot.

Sun Zhe leaned over, lips close to her ear, nibbling her earlobe, whispering, ”Little Flask, spread it yourself.”

Fang Ruoxue said nothing more, biting her lip, a slender hand traced down Sun Zhe’s abs, finally covering that dense black velvet mound, making a ”scissors hand” gesture, index and middle fingers smoothly parting those slightly parted butterfly wings.

Sun Zhe’s gaze turned fierce, fiercely thrusting forward!

”Ah...”

With the ferocious thing’s vigorous invasion, the layered friction sensation erupted like an electric current, instantly sweeping through Fang Ruoxue’s body and mind.

”So... so full.”

Fang Ruoxue craned her jade-like neck, exhaling with difficulty a fragrant breath, satisfaction glistening silently down her cheeks.

Seeing her so gratified, Sun Zhe exerted force again, striking directly to the deepest!

”Ah—!”

Fang Ruoxue’s entire body trembled violently, waist contracting and twitching, feeling as if her essence, energy and spirit were drained in an instant, helplessly collapsing backward.

But at that moment, she felt nothing in this world mattered anymore.

Sun Zhe, quick-eyed and deft-handed, extended a hand to hook her by the nape, while the other hand pulled down her neckline, both snowy mounds bouncing out at once.

Yet Sun Zhe did not move again, grabbing one of the snowy plumpness in his hand to knead wantonly, asking, ”Little Flask, do you like it?”

”Mm... Hurry.”

Suddenly, Sun Zhe exerted force in his hand, the creamy soft flesh immediately squeezing through his fingers. Again he asked, ”Do you like it?”

”Mm... I like it, like my hubby!”

”...”