Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Sun Zhe displayed a wicked smile, gazing at the stunning beauty straddling his stomach, and internally marveled at how this seductive vixen was becoming more tantalizing by the day.

Ordinary men simply couldn’t withstand her.

”Don’t wait until later, take care of me now.”

Han Xinyue grinned charmingly, slowly leaning down, her fiery red lips lightly brushing against Sun Zhe’s like a dragonfly skimming water, then gently nibbled his lip with her pearly teeth.

The air gradually became thick and heavy.

Sun Zhe slightly reclined his head, holding her face in his hands to push her back a little, then tenderly tasted her moist, crystalline red lips.

After stopping several times for a brief taste, Han Xinyue suddenly removed his hands, eagerly plunging down to kiss him, seemingly consumed by burning desire, as her delicate tongue greedily pried open his teeth.

The ”zzzz” sound of saliva mixing instantly filled the room.

Sun Zhe calmly endured her fervor, his large hands slowly wandering over her body, finally resting on her slim waist, as he gradually lifted that sexy body-hugging short skirt.

The voluptuous buttocks, wrapped in sheer silk stockings, were gradually exposed to the air. Sun Zhe’s hands moved down, each holding a cheek, squeezing them into various shapes with force.

After a moment of kneading, one hand began to move deeper, until it reached the mysterious vale, where his fingers, separated by a layer of slippery silk, touched that soft fragrant mound, only to discover there was nothing beneath the silk.

”Still empty, it seems President Han came prepared.”

”Mmm hmm...”

Upon hearing this, Han Xinyue let out a coquettish hum, suddenly letting go to sit up, looking seductively at the man beneath her, asking, ”Do you like it?”

Sun Zhe didn’t speak, shifted to lie obediently, withdrawing his hands to rest beneath his head and slowly closed his eyes, indicating he didn’t want to move, allowing Han Xinyue to take the lead.

After experiencing that Illusion Realm, he was truly exhausted.

Han Xinyue naturally understood his meaning, said nothing, and raised her hands to tie her wavy hair into a ponytail, while her waist and hips swayed lightly, the soft fullness gently rubbing against his well-defined abs through a thin layer of silk.

”Hiss...”

Sun Zhe squinted his eyes, his face full of intoxication, marveling at how comfortable it was.

The warm, soft touch, combined with the slippery silk, made the sensation indescribably pleasant.

And in just a short moment, Sun Zhe felt a moist heat spreading across his abdomen, prompting him to joke, ”Did just a few rubs make you juice up?”

Han Xinyue lightly hummed, fastened her ponytail, then suddenly leaned forward onto his chest, while a delicate hand glided across his lower abdomen towards the mysterious vale, deftly tearing a hole in the thin layer of silk with two slender, fair fingers.

Simultaneously, Sun Zhe cooperated by lifting his hips, pulling down his pants and briefs.

Han Xinyue stretched out a slender hand, grabbed it, and mischievously said, ”Little bastard, see if I don’t make you scream for mama tonight.”

”...”

This frolic went on for an hour.

Although Han Xinyue gave it her all, she couldn’t milk the essence she so desired, yet she herself reached the peak several times, soaking the sheets as if the ceiling had leaked.

”No way, you’re not going home tonight without giving the goods!”

Determined to break through, Han Xinyue flipped over and straddled Sun Zhe’s stomach again after resting in his arms for nearly ten minutes.

Sun Zhe raised his head to observe, noticing the tender flesh, now red and swollen, felt pity and said, ”All right, President Han, let me take over.”

Hearing this, Han Xinyue was delighted, ”Really?”

”...”

After nearly another hour of exertion, Sun Zhe finally released with satisfaction.

With the celestial Pure Yang Holy Body, coupled with the Yin Yang Sacred Heart Technique, Sun Zhe’s output was truly abundant.

This outpour filled Han Xinyue completely, and after she turned to lie flat, her once smooth belly even seemed a bit bloated.

A light sound of ”pop” echoed.

Sun Zhe withdrew, looking at the ”wreckage” before him and teased, ”President Han, are you satisfied now?”

Han Xinyue’s chest rose and fell as she panted, her beautiful face partly covered by stray hair, without answering Sun Zhe.

At this moment, she felt completely exhausted, lacking even the strength to speak.

Sun Zhe turned his gaze to the lush vale, spotting the slightly swollen beauty contracting incessantly, accompanied by a creamy substance flowing out, he reached for some tissues to clean her up.

”I’ll head back now.”

”I’ll have someone take you.”

”No need. I’ll fly back myself.”

”Will you come again tomorrow?”

”What, not enough of this?”

”Get out!”

”...”

...

In the following days, Sun Zhe lived quite fulfillingly.

During the day, he cultivated his body and Daoist skills, and at night, he practiced Divine Sense with Yao Rao.

After several sessions, he could clearly feel an enhancement in his Divine Sense, and with Little Dragon Girl’s help, he gradually comprehended Zhou You’s void wandering technique.

That night.

Sun Zhe left Yao Rao’s courtyard, ready to depart, when a figure descended from the sky like a massive boulder hitting the ground, stirring up a large cloud of dust.

”Little brat, it sure took a while to find you.”

Sun Zhe looked up, his expression becoming increasingly serious.

It was Qing Kui who had arrived!

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