Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Sun Zhe’s torment continued for a full half-hour.

During this time, Fang Feijing reached her peak twice, her slender waist strained and twisted in struggle, but Sun Zhe ignored her, showing no intention of stopping, as if he had inexhaustible stamina.

”No... I can’t take it anymore...”

”Sun Zhe, I really can’t go on.”

Feeling her Yin Essence accumulated over decades being slowly harvested, while Sun Zhe seemed tireless and extremely greedy, a trace of fear finally appeared in Fang Feijing’s cold eyes.

In her original expectation, Sun Zhe would be done in at most a few dozen minutes.

But now she realized just how abundant this man’s energy was, how terrifying his combat prowess truly was.

”Puff, puff, puff, puff...”

Sun Zhe ignored her, responding only with a series of dense impact sounds.

Fang Feijing’s brows tightly knit, her delicate body trembled, her long hair swaying along with it.

At this moment, her face was filled with painful discomfort, as if all the strength had been drained from her body, her elbows propped painfully against the cold stones beneath her as she struggled to sit up, looking down at the point where she and Sun Zhe were joined, and was shocked to find it a mushy mess, red and swollen.

Every time Sun Zhe withdrew, he would pull out strands of white, slender, sticky threads; each thrust would cause a ring of cream-like white froth to form there.

”Uh-huh... Sun Zhe... enough!”

Sun Zhe looked at her pathetic, helpless yet embarrassed and angry face, gradually slowing his pace and teasingly said, ”The honorable Qingyao Fairy, how poor is your combat power?”

Fang Feijing’s eyes were full of resentment, her pearly teeth biting her lip tightly, letting out a frigid yet soft hum, her tone intermittent, ”How long... will you... take?”

Sun Zhe took a deep breath and did not answer, picking up speed instead.

In fact, he didn’t know how much longer it would take to finish, he only knew that he didn’t feel the slightest urge to erupt right now.

Because he absorbed Fang Feijing’s Yin Essence, Second Master Sun’s body felt like it was coated in medicated oil, and not just any medicated oil, but a high-concentration one, leaving him feeling both cold and itchy, unbearably uncomfortable, a sensation only relieved through continuous, rapid friction.

”You... let me go!”

Seeing him ignore her, Fang Feijing suddenly reached out, pressing against his sturdy chest, trying to push him away.

But Sun Zhe remained unmoved, coldly saying, ”If you don’t want to die, don’t move. I’m drawing out Dragon Qi for you!”

Hearing this, Fang Feijing was startled for a moment, then gritted her teeth, withdrew her hand, and slowly lay back, turning her face to the side and saying, ”You better hurry.”

Sun Zhe maintained his rhythm, watching her tear-stained, miserable face, several strands of her hair sticking to the corner of her mouth, and felt a pang, sighing inwardly at how truly pitiful she appeared.

But Sun Zhe had no intention of truly feeling any pity for her.

”Rip—!”

Suddenly, Sun Zhe reached out with one hand, grabbed fiercely, and directly tore off her thin, sensual, yet spiritually vibrant white bustier.

The two large snowy mounds immediately bounced out, fully exposed to the air, wobbling, like two jade rabbits.

Even though she was lying on her back, those round forms spread due to gravity, yet still appeared tall and firm; the two vermillion tips were like gemstones, exuding a faint milky fragrance, surrounded by a rosy circle about the size of a coin, vibrant in color, not dull, resembling freshly picked strawberries, inviting one to savor them thoughtfully.

Fang Feijing abruptly turned her head to glare at him, her gaze filled with hatred, ”What are you doing?”

Sun Zhe ignored her completely, suddenly leaning down to take a bite!

”Uh-huh... don’t...”

The tingling sensation spread instantly, causing Fang Feijing to involuntarily open her sandalwood lips, letting out a soft moan, her whole body seemed to be hit by a current, a greater heat rising in her abdomen, sapping all her strength.

She suddenly hated her body’s sensitivity.

Untended for decades, once nourished, it became uncontrollable!

Even while her mind remained clear, she couldn’t control her body’s instincts.

Meanwhile.

Sun Zhe, who was vigorously thrusting, could also clearly feel through Second Master Sun’s feedback that the passage tightened more restrictively, layers of overlapping smooth muscle seemed to contract and compress inward, exerting a suction, while a more abundant and viscous honey seeped out, making his assault smoother and slicker.

So he calmed his mind and began to circle his tongue continuously around the red gemstone in his mouth.

”Ah, ah...”

Delicate numbness like electric currents surged, Fang Feijing raised her fragrant, sweat-drenched swan neck, her slender waist arching upward, her slender hands unconsciously placed on Sun Zhe’s head, her jade-like fingers threading through his raven hair.

Originally, she wanted to stop Sun Zhe, but now, she feared he would leave.

...

After just under ten minutes of simultaneous assault, Fang Feijing ascended her life’s peak once again.

And after she crested this time, Sun Zhe did not continue his torment, for he felt that her Yin Essence was almost depleted, and there was no need to continue, so he stopped his assault and slowly withdrew.

A soft ”pop” sounded.

Sun Zhe backed away a step, taking a deep breath, looking down to see the spring’s eye gurgling out sticky, thick white fluid, which appeared both disgusting and alluring.

And that stretched spring’s eye seemed to have an auto-repair capability, although it opened and closed, resisting closure in the short term, it was only a matter of time.

The once snowy white, smooth dumpling now seemed as if smeared with a thin layer of condensed milk, with a swollen ocher touch, like two fresh strips of bacon nestled inside.

Sun Zhe looked at his creation with satisfaction, then turned from Fang Feijing indifferently, striding briskly into the stone chamber, and leapt onto the Cold Jade Bed, injecting a large amount of Pure Yin Essence into Leng Yueshuang’s body.

In the cavern hall.

On the smooth stone.

Fang Feijing writhed and convulsed violently, her lower abdomen also cramping fiercely, powerlessly lying on the stone, faintly panting, covering her eyes with the back of her hand, while tears of crystal slipped quietly from the corners of her eyes.

Only after a while did she catch her breath, struggling to sit up.

As True Qi rippled, the sweat and grime on her body were instantly wiped away, seemingly vanishing into nothingness, then she pulled out a new set of clothes from her Storage Treasure and dressed.

”Sun Zhe... one day, I will kill you!”

Looking toward the direction of the stone chamber, Fang Feijing swore a dark oath to herself, and then sat cross-legged, beginning to circulate her energy, digesting the fiery Yang Essence in her body.

Who knows how much time passed.

A scorching aura suddenly surged from the Dantian, as if the Dantian had been ignited in an instant.

Caught off guard, Fang Feijing’s delicate body shuddered, pain knocking her straight to the ground, she quickly lifted her clothes and was startled to find a rose-colored butterfly pattern blossoming on her abdomen.

”Could this be...”

Seeing the rose-colored butterfly pattern, she suddenly thought of Liu Bingyue.

That night on Liu Bingyue’s abdomen, there seemed to be this pattern too.

For a moment, a bad premonition arose in her heart, she looked fiercely towards the stone chamber and shouted angrily, ”Sun Zhe, you despicable scoundrel, what exactly did you do to me?!”

”...”