Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Nighttime.

South Suburb of Yang City.

A certain part of a vast manor.

Sun Zhe descended from the sky like a deity, landing with a dramatic pose a few meters in front of Han Xinyue.

But Han Xinyue, instead of being infatuated, rolled her eyes at him.

”Vain. Childish.”

Sun Zhe slowly stood up, looking at the mature and sensual beauty before him. He hadn’t even greeted her yet, and already his mind was wandering, feeling a heat in his lower abdomen.

That alluring figure was enticing from every angle!

Her upper body was dressed in a strapless crop top, overlaid with a white mesh knitted top, revealing her smooth abdomen and navel, adding a touch of nobility to her allure.

She wore a silver sequined pencil skirt below, which sparkled subtly even in dim light, attracting attention without being ostentatious; a few centimeters of lace trim at the hem was both exquisite and seductive.

Her long legs, encased in flesh-colored pantyhose, were perfectly exposed to the air, exuding a tempting fragrance, enticing anyone.

Her long big wavy brownish-yellow hair cascaded down elegantly, both beautiful and charismatic, with light makeup enhancing her already stunning features.

”Knowing I was coming, did you dress up just for me?”

Sun Zhe snapped out of his inappropriate thoughts, walking up to Han Xinyue with a smile, not the least bit reserved, and went straight for a touch.

Han Xinyue twisted her body, slapping away his roving hands in annoyance, saying with irritation, ”Stop being shameless. How many minutes since you texted me? Could I possibly get ready that fast?”

She paused, then added, ”There was a business banquet tonight, but I canceled as soon as you messaged.”

”So, what do you want to see me for?”

Sun Zhe smirked, teasing, ”It’s been a while since I last teased, why so cold again?”

”Oh, stop it. Spit it out, what’s up?”

Sun Zhe again reached out, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her into his embrace with a sly grin, ”Is it wrong if I want to have a little fun?”

”Whatever.”

Han Xinyue sneered, full of disdain, muttering while looking elsewhere, ”You’ve got so many top-notch beauties around you constantly vying for your attention, would you even need to come to me for that?”

Sun Zhe fixated on her tantalizing lips, ”What, is President Han jealous?”

Han Xinyue remained expressionless, ”Why would I be jealous? I couldn’t care less about you.”

Sun Zhe gently caressed her face, rubbing her earlobe with his thumb, as he gazed into her entrancing eyes shaded with purple eyeshadow, ”I did have business with you, but now I’d rather indulge first.”

Upon hearing this, Han Xinyue pursed her lips, hesitating to speak.

In truth, these days without Sun Zhe had left her feeling lonely, even quite restless.

And though she’d spent nights alongside Zhou Chenhao, his performance left her unimpressed.

She was long accustomed to what Sun Zhe had to offer.

Looking around, she suddenly seized Sun Zhe’s wrist, pulling him toward the dimly lit area with hushed secrecy.

Sun Zhe followed closely behind her, ”Where are you taking me?”

”Quit talking, just follow me.”

Before long.

Han Xinyue led Sun Zhe through a narrow path to a vineyard.

The summer night air was warm, filled with the sound of crickets and the rich scent of ripe grapes, offering a slight intoxication.

”Here will do. And be quick.”

Halting, Han Xinyue released his hand, turning to him with a shy and indignant gaze.

Although the vineyard was quite remote within the vast manor and saw few visitors, she felt a bit apprehensive.

Yet it was precisely this apprehension that excited her internally; even before starting, her body was already responding.

Without a word, Sun Zhe grasped her shoulders, turning her to face away from him, forcefully pushing her toward the grape trellis.

”Mm... hurry.”

Han Xinyue leaned against the balusters of the grape trellis, bending forward and arching back, her eyes becoming hazy, gently swaying her hips wrapped in the slinky silver skirt at Sun Zhe.

Sun Zhe’s breathing quickened, hastily lowering his waistband, a fervent masculine scent immediately permeated the air.

Suddenly, he lifted her short skirt, then tore a hole in the center of her pantyhose, inserting fingers to part it aside.

”Ssh ssh... ”

With just a brief rub with his fingertips, a moist sound emerged.

Glancing down, he found her already drenched.

Han Xinyue furrowed her delicate brows, tilting her head back slightly, letting out soft, suppressed moans, fully enjoying the sensation.

Sun Zhe found it hard to restrain himself, one hand guiding his thick organ closer.

Soon after.

After Sun Zhe’s relentless antics, Han Xinyue was overwhelmed by the heat, her body trembling, her inner flames of desire akin to an erupting volcano, unstoppable!

”Spread it yourself.”

Biting her dewy lips, Han Xinyue performed as bade, a hand tracing to her abdomen, deftly using two slender fingers to part her opening, revealing the glistening pink.

Seconds later.

With that long-missed warmth filling her void, Han Xinyue raised her beautiful neck in bliss, the tension in her brow slowly dissipating, she released a long, silent moan.

Sun Zhe held her slender waist with one arm, starting a slow advance.

”Mm...”

”So deep!”

Han Xinyue’s relaxed brows furrowed once more, her long legs, wrapped in stockings, quivering and parted slightly, standing barefoot on the ground in heels, straight and firm like twin alabaster peaks, perfect and flawless.

The smooth shine of the stockings gleamed in the night, beautifully enticing.

Sun Zhe’s gaze gradually turned fierce, picking up the pace; with his free hand, he plucked a ripe bunch of grapes from the vine, pressing them to Han Xinyue’s face, squeezing the juice vigorously.

Han Xinyue, akin to a famished creature, opened her mouth wide to catch the dripping juice but failed to angle right, most streaming down her chin and along her neck, pooling into her cleavage.

Then Sun Zhe abruptly pulled away, turning her to face him, pushing her back against the vine trellis, hoisting one stocking-clad leg high, opening her wide.

Han Xinyue, eyes lost and dreamy, extended her pink tongue to lick away the grape juice lingering at the corner of her mouth, seductively murmuring, ”So sweet, baby.”

Without a word, Sun Zhe pulled her neckline, snapping her expensive brassiere, leaning in to greedily lick the grape juice.

”Ah...”

”Baby, you’re so good!”

”Quick... sister’s grapes need eating too.”

”...”

As night deepened.

The grapevines shook vigorously, echoing an ever-growing symphony of soft moans that merged with the chirping crickets.

In the depths of the night.

A figure in a white dress stood silently under the eaves, ethereal and transcendent.

Yao Rao’s face flushed as she watched the outrageous scene in the vineyard, her body gradually heating up.

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