Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Sun Zhe was already intoxicated, only thinking with his lower half. Faced with someone like Yuening, with such an exquisite figure and appearance, he couldn’t refuse at all.

Even if he wanted to refuse, his brothers wouldn’t allow it.

A five-star hotel.

The luxurious bed was strewn with fragrant rose petals.

Sun Zhe couldn’t wait to embrace Yuening and fall onto the bed. As he tore at her clothes, they fluttered to the ground.

A silent storm unfolded just like that.

Yuening’s eyes shone, her delicate hands gripping the white sheets hard. Upon seeing Sun Zhe release that terrifying beast, she suddenly panicked a little.

It was more frightening than any of the male leads she’d seen in foreign videos!

”Are you really trying to kill me with this?”

Sun Zhe raised an eyebrow, kneeled at the edge of the bed, and reached out with a big hand to grasp a round, full bosom, the veins faintly visible under his fingertips, forming a shape like grapefruit segments.

”What’s the matter, President Yue, are you scared?”

”Who’s scared? Just come.”

Sun Zhe let out a strange yell and threw himself down.

”Mhmm...”

Yuening’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, her lips parted, letting out a soft moan. Her long, slender legs lifted and opened, firmly locking his waist.

Sun Zhe seemed to lose his mind, burying his head and biting fiercely, until her snowy skin was covered with his saliva marks, before he pushed himself up to kneel and sit, looking at the mysterious, hazy black silk covering, he asked, ”Can I tear it?”

”Don’t tear it... I have to wear it tomorrow.”

Sun Zhe didn’t say anything more, reaching out with one hand to feel the soft edge of the stocking, neatly pulling it down to the knee. Watching the valley revealed, he laughed, ”President Yue, you’re already so wet.”

Yuening snorted coldly, turning her head away, ”Stop talking nonsense and come on.”

With a wicked smile, Sun Zhe used only the head to tease and grind at the door, asking, ”Come with what?”

Yuening’s face was flushed, knowing he was doing it on purpose. Her voice was very soft, ”Come... and screw me.”

Seeing her cold demeanor mixed with shyness, Sun Zhe felt a heat in his eyes and fiercely thrust himself in, directly penetrating her.

”Aah...”

Yuening’s eyes widened, her entire body tense and trembling, hands clutching the sheets tightly.

In the dim light, she closed her eyes in resignation, two lines of tears slipping from her eyes.

”Finally... it’s done.”

”...”

The lingering moan echoed in the silent night, mixed with heavy beast-like breaths.

It’s unknown how much time passed.

Until both were exhausted, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

...

Bright sunlight streamed in through the window.

Sun Zhe slowly opened his eyes, finding no trace of her beside him, only a strand of hair on the white pillow, and the faint scent still lingering in the air.

”Did she leave?”

Recalling the madness of the previous night, Sun Zhe felt as if it had been a dream.

At the time, being drunk, he couldn’t remember the details well. The feeling was blurry; he vaguely remembered Yuening being crazier than him halfway through, as if she was venting, desperately asking him for more.

Luckily it was him, anyone else wouldn’t have been able to handle it.

”Clang—!”

As he was recalling carefully, the sliding door of the bathroom suddenly opened.

A graceful figure wrapped in a bath towel walked out and sat at the edge of the bed.

It was Yuening!

She seemed unaware that Sun Zhe was already awake, her expression cold and calm, like she was lost in her world, picking up the intact black silk pantyhose, rolling them into a circle, and starting from her toes painted with shiny silver polish, slowly putting them on.

Her skin, smooth as jade, looked even more mysterious covered by the sheer, gossamer black silk, glistening enticingly, beautiful like a work of art.

She was like a delicate gift, wrapped up little by little.

Feigning sleep, Sun Zhe sneaked a glance and discovered a tattoo on her white thigh, a sexy demoness in a colorful 3D design, adding a wild allure to her noble poise.

”Ding dong.”

As Sun Zhe was quietly appreciating, the phone beside him suddenly rang.

He instinctively picked it up, seeing a message from Chen Ruoyi.

But as soon as he picked up the phone, he realized he couldn’t pretend to sleep anymore.

He looked at Yuening, smiling awkwardly, ”Uh... you’re up so early?”

Yuening glanced at him coldly, her expression still icy, showing no emotion.

She seemed indifferent but actually quickened her pace of dressing.

In just a while.

The mesmerizing figure Sun Zhe hadn’t yet fully admired was covered by a sexy, form-fitting short dress.

Sun Zhe scratched his head, ”Um, sorry, we both drank too much last night, so...”

Yuening lightly shook her head, interrupting him, ”It was my own choice. I don’t regret it; you don’t need to apologize.”

Seeing her as cold as a stranger, Sun Zhe swallowed all the words he wanted to say, remembering her wild demeanor from last night, sighed at the stark contrast.

Yuening calmly watched Sun Zhe, a hint of complexity in her eyes, suddenly took out a signed check from her bag, put it on the table, and signaled him not to forget it before leaving in high heels.

”Wait.”

Yuening stopped at the door, her slender hand on the handle, not turning it, she looked back at him, ”Is there something else?”

Sun Zhe said seriously, ”I’m not a gigolo. You take the money back.”

”You keep it; thanks for last night. I don’t like owning people.”

Leaving those words, she turned the handle and left without looking back.

The crisp sound of high heels echoed, gradually fading away, only then did Sun Zhe come back to his senses.

”Damn, did I just get used by a rich woman?”

Looking at the check, Sun Zhe made a very ”awkward” expression.

He then flung off the quilt, about to get off the bed, but froze the next moment.

He noticed a large patch of dried liquid’s ambiguous stain on the white sheet, in the middle of which was a conspicuous red mark and a lone curly hair.

”Damn... was it her first time?”

”No wonder, I thought it felt really tight.”

For a moment, Sun Zhe’s heart was a jumble of emotions.

Taking her virginity, and receiving so much money, he felt uneasy.

”Forget it, anyway, I probably won’t see her again.”

...

Meanwhile.

Yuening sat in the car-hailing service, eyes filled with tears, taking out a diary from her bag and heavily writing a sentence with a pen.

[Last night, I celebrated my birthday with a group of so-called friends, didn’t feel any happiness, felt like it was all fake. But last night I experienced my first time, it felt okay, just painful at the start.]

After writing this sentence, she turned to the last page of her diary.

The last few pages are her wishlist.

The list has dozens of items, some completed, marked with a red line.

She found the item ”find someone to give up the first time,” and slowly crossed it with a red line.

...