Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

”Ah... you little rascal... you’re so hot.”

Zhu Yan’s slender waist swayed like a soft water snake, her hands reaching above her head to tug at her hair, as if she had completely surrendered.

Seeing her enraptured expression, Sun Zhe knew she had been completely ignited and suddenly found it quite challenging.

”If the butterfly sheds tears tonight, I will undoubtedly be fully exposed!”

”Yan’Er, take it easy.”

Zhu Yan ignored him, acting obliviously, suddenly leaning forward to lie on top of him, letting her full weight rest on him, burying his face between her curves without worrying if he’d suffocate.

”Ah ah ah...”

”I can’t take it!”

After a frenzy of writhing, Zhu Yan could no longer hold back. She suddenly rose, lifted her snowy hips, and deftly reached down to grasp the heat, using it to grind against her already dripping sweetness.

Moments later.

Once the heat was coated with her own moisture, she urgently sank down upon it, with no hesitation, taking it all the way in!

”Mmm—!”

The long-awaited peak of pleasure made Zhu Yan nearly feel like she was flying out of her body, her swan neck arched back as she let out an irresistible moan, tears of happiness glistening at the corners of her eyes.

”You little rascal, I’m going to die!”

Sun Zhe reached out to wipe the tears from the corner of her eye, feeling a twinge of pity, ”Yan’Er, why are you crying?”

”No...not crying.”

Sun Zhe suddenly tightened his grip around her slender waist, sinking his breath into his Dantian, and began to ”rebel,” forcefully thrusting upward with explosive power.

”Your tears shouldn’t... come from your eyes!”

”Ah ah ah... slow down, you’re going to break it!”

Suddenly subjected to such intense and swift thrusting, Zhu Yan’s delicate body shuddered violently, her long, wavy hair flying messily, and she kept hitting Sun Zhe’s arm, signaling him to stop.

The flower core at the end of her passage was repeatedly assaulted; how could she bear it?

Yet Sun Zhe remained oblivious, gritting his teeth and pressing the attack, as if fulfilling her earlier words—to drive her to the limits!

”Ahaha... uh uh uh...”

”You little rascal, husband, slow... slow down...”

”I’m going to die!”

”...”

Perhaps it was because of long-standing loneliness, but after only a few minutes, Zhu Yan reached the peak amidst tears of joy, her eyes rolling back as she collapsed on Sun Zhe, her body twitching sporadically.

Sun Zhe panted heavily, barely restraining himself.

After a while, Sun Zhe was the first to recover, asking, ”Yan’Er, are you okay?”

In response, Zhu Yan slowly opened her beautiful eyes, looking at him with grievance, ”Let you have your moment, I’ll ask you the same later.”

A chill ran through Sun Zhe, and he grinned sheepishly, ”Yan’Er, let’s take it easy, health is wealth, what if you break me with this madness, what will you do later?”

”Pia!”

Zhu Yan ignored his mental PUA for a moment, slapping his chest, she lifted herself slightly, ”Carry me to the shower.”

”Alright, my lady! By the way, should I take off the stockings?”

”I’ll give you new ones in a bit.”

”I want white ones, and I also want you to wear a garter, it boosts my attack speed.”

”Okay, as you wish, my little emperor, I’ll put on the high heels for you too later.”

”...”

...

In the bathroom.

Zhu Yan had just slipped off Sun Zhe and leaned against the wall, casting him a meaningful glance.

Sun Zhe understood instantly, turning on the shower and walking over to rinse her off. After a simple wash, he then crouched down.

Zhu Yan smiled sweetly and cooperatively lifted her left leg onto his shoulder, revealing herself completely to the man she loved.

”You little rascal, look at how you’ve made these red and swollen... would you kiss them better?”

Hearing her, Sun Zhe chuckled, looking at the glistening, overflowing honey bun nestled in the soft black fuzz, asking, ”By the way, Yan’Er, have you been keeping up with your cultivation these days?”

”What do you think? I practice with Sister Yushu every day. Speaking of which, Sister Yushu is sleeping upstairs now.”

Sun Zhe was momentarily stunned, a bad premonition arising in his heart, ”Why is she here too?”

Zhu Yan said, ”She’s been worried about me being lonely these days, so she moved in with me.”

Sun Zhe’s face was full of bitterness, ”I can barely handle you alone, if there are two of you later...”

Zhu Yan gave a soft humph, suddenly grabbing the back of his head and pressing his face into the lush black fuzz.

”Eat your seafood, why so much talk?”

Sun Zhe dared not make another sound, obediently applying lip balm.

”Slurp, slurp, slurp...”

The moist, sticky sound lingered faintly in the air.

It only took a moment for Sun Zhe to fully immerse himself.

Zhu Yan leaned powerlessly against the wall, her beautiful eyes half-closed, teeth gently biting her soft lips, letting out a near-silent soft moan, speaking in a broken tone, ”Actually, I didn’t tell Yu Shu you were arriving tonight... I said you’d be here in the morning, so she went to bed early thinking she’d pick you up at the airport.”

Hearing this, Sun Zhe secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, ”Then it can wait till morning to deal with her, tonight’s all about you.”

Zhu Yan chuckled sweetly, ”Hope you have the energy to tire her out in the morning.”

”...”

The bath took them nearly half an hour before it was done.

In the end, Zhu Yan clung to Sun Zhe as they exited the bathroom.

Upstairs on the second floor of the villa.

In Zhu Yan’s bedroom.

A naked, snowy body stood before the wardrobe, meticulously selecting something to indulge Sun Zhe’s favorite little fantasies.

Sun Zhe lay sprawled out on the large bed like the character ”greater,” knowing there would be a fierce battle tonight, so he shut his eyes to rest.

Soon.

In accordance with Sun Zhe’s request, Zhu Yan put on a pair of sheer white stockings and a black lace garter around her left thigh.

”Do you like it, sweetheart?”

Sun Zhe opened his eyes, immediately lighting up.

Zhu Yan pouted softly, climbing onto the bed, ”Are you sure you like it?”

”Don’t beg for mercy later!”

Like he had gone mad, Sun Zhe grabbed her and swiftly flipped over, pinning her beneath him.

It wasn’t long before the large bed began to shake violently.

Trusting the soundproofing of the room, Zhu Yan let herself go completely, crying out without restraint, sweet words tumbling from her lips.

Sun Zhe, drenched with sweat and with an all-in attitude, carried her long, silky legs over his shoulder, relentlessly thrusting without a care.

”By the way, Yan’Er, remember to use your powers to absorb it later. I’ve learned a new Secret Technique, it should help you improve.”

”I know, you go first.”

Sun Zhe said confidently, ”It’s guaranteed to be even more effective than the previous True Qi transfer.”

Zhu Yan laughed, ”That’s great, while others have to cultivate painstakingly, I just need to lay back and open my legs to cultivate.”

At this, Sun Zhe laughed heartily, unable to resist playfully spanking her round curves, teasing, ”Then consider it as me sowing in your field, you, as the landowner, collecting rent.”

”Yes, exactly.”

Zhu Yan raised her jade-like hand and with two delicate fingers flicked away a curled hair from his mouth, ”Then let me collect more rent.”

”Alrighty!”

”...”