Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

”Ah... ah ah ah...”

In the stone chamber.

Liu Bingyue was pinned against the cold stone wall by Sun Zhe’s single-hand grip on her nape, her eyes rolling slightly, her swan-like neck arching as she let out a silent, seductive moan, like a dying swan, exuding an indescribable tragic beauty.

With each intense impact, the snowy white flesh squeezed out from her collar would swing wildly.

Simultaneously, the glistening toes wrapped in sheer stockings would clasp the ground tightly, instinctively lifting her heels to raise her body, as if trying to escape something.

”Gentle... a little gentler, my dear...”

Hua Xinzi seemed as if a venomous snake were biting her, causing pain and intense pleasure, making it unbearable.

But Sun Zhe remained oblivious, clenching his teeth, his face twisted with intensity, suddenly grabbing her fragrant hair, as if grasping a rein on a wild horse, initiating even more powerful and forceful impacts!

”Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!”

The dull sounds of impact echoed within the stone chamber.

The supple roundness of her buttocks, under assault, rippled forth waves of white, like trembling jelly.

Amidst the luxurious black velvet, that soft, tender piece was repeatedly turned inside-out by the ferocious dragon, spilling out a large patch of milky-white paste and becoming somewhat red and swollen.

Meanwhile, the fierce dragon was also polished bright red, trailing strings of fluid.

At that moment.

Outside the stone chamber, Fang Feijing, who was peeping in, was already flushed, her delicate body trembling lightly.

Such an intense ”cultivation” session was something she had never seen before.

Compared to the gentleness of her deceased husband, she surprisingly found such ferocity more captivating.

Inhaling the faint masculine aroma in the air, she only felt a warm sensation rising in her stomach, making it hard for her to resist crossing her legs and gently twisting her waist, her cool features flushed with crimson sweat.

That trace of heated itchiness felt like ants crawling inside her, inciting her to reach under her skirt and lovingly tend to her arid ground, unsatisfied for decades.

However, in the end, she preserved her rationality, biting her lip and averting her eyes, resolutely turning away.

Out of sight, out of mind.

At that moment.

In the stone chamber.

Sun Zhe, like an inexhaustible perpetual machine, was still fiercely pounding away, making the priestess shake her head and swinging her long hair, softly sobbing.

”Mmm... here it comes, here it comes, my dear, you’re so good... This performs like I’m going to die!”

Suddenly, Liu Bingyue let out a seductive cry, her tender waist suddenly tensing and convulsing violently.

A thick, white cream gushed forth, drawing long, slender strands over the soft, glossy black fuzz.

Sun Zhe, who was closely pressed against her, exhaled a long breath, then withdrew, quickly leaping onto the cold jade bed to find Leng Yueshuang. He pulled aside the thin blanket over her, placing his palm on her smooth little belly, channeling the recently extracted Yin Essence from Liu Bingyue into her using the Dragon Taming Heart Method.

He had already used the Yin Yang X-ray Vision to assess Leng Yueshuang’s condition, discovering she was Yang dominant and Yin deficient, with a peculiar medicinal power burning fiercely within her, constantly scorching her Eight Extraordinary Meridians.

In a moment.

With the gentle infusion of Yin Essence, that blazing medicinal power gradually subdued, and Leng Yueshuang’s complexion visibly improved.

After observing for a while, Sun Zhe still frowned deeply, eyes filled with worry.

He realized that mere suppression with Yin Essence wouldn’t suffice; he needed to extract that fiery medicinal power from her body to resolve the issue at its root.

”My dear, do you want more?”

Amidst his thoughts, Liu Bingyue’s sultry voice pierced through.

Sun Zhe turned his head, his gaze falling on the rose-pink butterfly tattoo on her abdomen, noticing it flashing with light.

Her eyes were utterly bewildered and vacant, resembling a puppet, her soul seemingly stripped, leaving only the carnal delight.

”Forget it, I’m exhausted, you go and rest first.”

Sun Zhe waved his hand weakly.

Liu Bingyue’s expression immediately turned cold, dissatisfied, she said, ”How could you be like this? Stirring me up and then stopping... Just once isn’t enough, is it?”

Sun Zhe couldn’t be bothered to argue with her, knowing she was under the influence of the Jade Slave Seal, losing control, her desires infinitely magnified.

Yet Sun Zhe also understood one principle, when training a dog, one shouldn’t overfeed it at once.

A little while later.

After sending Liu Bingyue into the White Jade Ring, Sun Zhe released Yao Yuelong.

As soon as Yao Yuelong appeared, she saw the still-moist and hideous object, giving him an annoyed glance, and threw the clothes beside him, then went to check Leng Yueshuang’s condition.

A little while later.

Yao Yuelong lifted her hand from Leng Yueshuang’s forehead and said to Sun Zhe, ”It’s been suppressed, but we can’t rush it.”

Sun Zhe collapsed onto the cold jade bed, snuggling beside Leng Yueshuang, sighing deeply, closing his exhausted eyes.

”Long’Er, I’m so tired... Could you watch over me for a while?”

”Mm, sleep tight.”

Yao Yuelong gazed softly, knowing he was very fatigued.

...

Time drifted by unconsciously.

When Sun Zhe naturally woke, he found Yao Yuelong meditating beside him, serene as a sculpture, her breathing so quiet it was almost imperceptible.

Taking out his phone, he glanced at the time, realizing a whole day and night had passed.

”Awake?”

Yao Yuelong opened her eyes slowly.

”Mm, I feel much better after a good sleep.”

Sun Zhe sat up, stretching luxuriously.

Yao Yuelong looked outside the cave, ”She came looking for you earlier, probably to discuss something.”

Sun Zhe hesitated, ”You mean Fang Feijing?”

Yao Yuelong: ”I fear she might not last much longer.”

”... ”