Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Two lines of crystal drops slid down her cheeks, wetting Sun Zhe’s neck.

Seeing her tears, Sun Zhe thought she couldn’t accept being humiliated by an enemy in front of her husband.

But in reality, it was only because her body felt so good that her tear glands lost control.

After living for so many years, she was experiencing this wonderful feeling for the first time.

Even when she was with Zhou Yao before, she had never felt like this.

Despite hating Sun Zhe deeply in her heart, wishing she could tear him into pieces, she couldn’t deny the physical pleasure, as if she was floating in the clouds.

However.

Just as she was enjoying the pinnacle of pleasure, Sun Zhe suddenly embraced her waist and launched an attack from below.

At this moment, her body was at its most sensitive, how could she withstand such an attack?

In an instant, she felt a tumult inside her body, as if a floodgate had opened, and the rushing water sprayed out.

"Stop... I don’t want it... Sun Zhe, stop!"

Sun Zhe’s eyes were red, ignoring her plea, he grabbed her, suddenly flipping her off the bed, and pinned her against the floor-to-ceiling window.

Two full, round breasts, one still hidden in her dress and the other exposed outside, were pressed flat against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Meanwhile, streams of clear spring continued to splash incessantly in the valley, flowing down the oil-slick silk stockings on her legs, almost filling her high heels.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

Sun Zhe did not care about these details, tightly attached behind Fang Ruoxue, decisively launched a fierce assault, the sound of dense slaps resounded continuously.

At this moment, Fang Ruoxue felt like she was going to break, her hands found no place to rest, sometimes supporting the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, other times reaching back to grab Sun Zhe’s arms, shaking her elegant head back and forth, disorderly tossing her fragrant long hair, extremely embarrassed.

"Puff!"

At this moment, Sun Zhe suddenly delivered a heavy and forceful thrust!

In an instant, Fang Ruoxue’s facial expression froze, her beautiful eyes opened wide to the extreme, bloodshot eyes rolled slightly white, her large red lips unable to utter any sound, her two silk-stocking legs stretched straight and trembled slightly, her silk-clad feet inside high heels slowly rose to the tips.

She only felt as if a snake slithered inside, chasing her delicate petals to bite.

Sun Zhe similarly rose to his tiptoes, bending over her snow-white beautiful back, leaning close to her ear, lightly bit her diamond earrings, and asked, "Fang Beaker, does this feel good?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ruoxue gritted her teeth, suddenly snapped back to her senses, and in a tender voice said, "Hurry up."

"Hurry up with what?"

Fang Ruoxue struggled internally, hesitating before saying, "Continue."

"Continue with what?"

"Continue... mmm... doing me..."

"No, your husband is watching."

"How shameless can you be?"

Sun Zhe said, "Beg me to screw you."

"Get lost!"

Sun Zhe suddenly tiptoed higher, "Will you beg?"

Fang Ruoxue’s delicate body trembled, she immediately tiptoed along with him, as if Sun Zhe had lifted her off the ground.

"Don’t go too deep, it’s uncomfortable."

"Will you beg?"

"Please... take me."

"..."

...

Time slowly passed.

About an hour later.

Sun Zhe finally held back and released once, without reservation pouring into Fang Ruoxue’s dry field that hadn’t been watered in over ten years, only then did he back away, satisfied.

Fang Ruoxue’s body lost the support of the pillar, her legs went weak and she sat helplessly on the ground, her chest rising and falling, breathing fragrant breaths with slightly parted lips, strands of disheveled hair stuck to the corners of her mouth by saliva, looking brilliantly pathetic, like a rose battered by wind and rain.

Sun Zhe admired the beautifully tragic beauty before him, playfully saying, "This time I only took a little interest, next time you better be prepared. If you can’t withstand it, you’ll be played to death, I’m telling you."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ruoxue lifted her head, looking at Sun Zhe, who was wiping certain fluids off himself, coldly said, "Remember what you said... If he can’t be cured, I’m not done with you."

Sun Zhe shrugged casually, "Remember what you said, anytime, anywhere."

"Scum!"

Fang Ruoxue snorted coldly, struggling to stand, her long silk-stocking legs weak and trembling, wobbling towards the bathroom.

A moment later.

Listening to the sound of water splashing in the bathroom, Sun Zhe dressed, took out his phone to check the time, found it was already early morning, and jumped out the window.

In the bathroom.

Fang Ruoxue stood under the shower, allowing the hot water to rinse her body, seemingly trying to cleanse herself of dirt.

Looking at her disheveled appearance in the mirror, her lips suddenly puckered, and tears of grievance flowed.

In the mirror, her fair, delicate body was covered with fingerprints left by that demon, red spots dotted her neck and shoulders as well.

"I’m sorry, husband..."

After a while.

Fang Ruoxue left the bathroom like a zombie, glanced at the wet marks all over the floor, sighed silently and patiently began to clean slowly.

After finishing cleaning, she took out perfume and sprayed it around the room, trying to cover up the disgusting scent of sycamore flowers.

...

...

Yang City First-class Villa District.

After Sun Zhe returned home, he intended to find Zhu Yan to continue cultivation, but found Zhu Yan was already asleep, so he had to let it go, and after showering and changing clothes, he lay beside Zhu Yan, holding her as he fell asleep.

The next day.

Sun Zhe woke up naturally, it was already past ten in the morning.

Zhu Yan was no longer beside him, only a sexy silk nightgown was alluringly piled on the pillow.

Sun Zhe suddenly felt a sticky sensation below, reached down to touch it, and a knowing smile appeared on his face.

Clearly, Zhu Yan must have snuck a taste this morning.

"You’re awake?"

Just as Sun Zhe’s mind wandered, Little Dragon Girl’s voice suddenly sounded in his head.

"Uh... I’m awake, Sister Long."

Little Dragon Girl asked, "What were you doing last night?"

Sun Zhe made a strange expression, "Weren’t you always watching me?"

Little Dragon Girl snorted, "Don’t flatter yourself, who do you think you are? Who’s interested in constantly watching you? I was busy refining that bracelet yesterday!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe’s eyes lit up, "How did the refining go?"

"Hmm, the refining is done, you can take it out and see for yourself. But this bracelet might not suit you."

At her words, Sun Zhe activated his divine sense, immediately retrieving that exquisite, ancient-looking jade bracelet from the White Jade Ring, and scrutinizing it in his hand, he could clearly sense a mysterious aura flowing over the bracelet.

"Not suitable for me, then who is it suitable for?"

Little Dragon Girl said, "The Cultivation Technique and Daoist Skill inherited by Master He Gu should be suitable for that little girl called Zhu Yan."

Sun Zhe’s expression was odd, "You call her a little girl?"

"Yeah, she is a little girl."

Sun Zhe thought it over carefully and found no fault with it.

Sister Long belongs to a few hundred years ago, in her eyes, Zhu Yan certainly is a little girl.

Little Dragon Girl said, "She’s downstairs, take it to her, I need to sleep."

Eventually.

Sun Zhe washed up, changed clothes, and directly went downstairs to find Zhu Yan, asking her to drop blood on the bracelet to claim it.

Zhu Yan, worthy of being a nurse, didn’t hesitate and directly pricked her finger with a needle, dropping blood onto the bracelet.

The bracelet absorbed the blood instantly like a sponge, then as if awakening, emitted a radiant, dazzling light.

Zhu Yan looked at the glowing bracelet in her hand, astonished, "You little rascal, what’s the principle behind this?"

Sun Zhe smiled, "It’s probably akin to DNA authentication nowadays. Yan’Er, go ahead and put it on and try it."

"Okay."

Zhu Yan put the bracelet on, unexpectedly feeling a violent pain in her head the next moment, threads of unfamiliar memory information flooded into her mind, causing her to cry out in pain, closing her eyes as she fainted.

Sun Zhe quickly held her up to check her condition, worriedly asked, "Sister Long, what’s happening?"

Little Dragon Girl, using Sun Zhe’s divine sense to observe for a while, said, "Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. It’s just her own realm and strength are too weak, and she hasn’t awakened her divine sense, hence she can’t bear Master He Gu’s divine sense at once."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "That’s good. How long until she wakes up?"

"How would I know? It depends on her, possibly a day, possibly a month."

She added, "But let me tell you, if she truly accepts He Gu’s inheritance, her future achievements might not be inferior to your Pure Yang Holy Body."

Sun Zhe happily said, "Then this is a good thing!"

"Humph, it’s all thanks to my presence, without my assistance in refining with dragon flame, she would have only become a puppet of He Gu, eventually seized by He Gu’s residual soul, where could she have easily acquired He Gu’s inheritance like now?"

"..."