Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Under the faintly threatening gaze of Long Youyou, Sun Zhe was feeling the pressure big time, and walked over extremely unwillingly to dig the Inner Core out of the spotted flood-dragon’s corpse.

"Seriously, Your Highness, you’re really going through with this?"

Staring at the Inner Core in his hand, about the size of a ping-pong ball, Sun Zhe’s face turned sour. He suddenly felt stifled, like his manly dignity had just been trashed.

Ever since he went down the mountain to Yang City, when had he ever needed to rely on eating something to go another round?

Today he’d really met a true powerhouse.

Long Youyou said blandly, "This palace must continue absorbing your Yang Essence. If it’s interrupted for too long, all previous effort will be wasted."

"This is a female spotted flood-dragon. Its cultivation isn’t high, but its Inner Core works far better than a male’s. Just take it directly."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe let out a sigh, wanting to speak but holding back.

After a brief inner struggle, he braced himself and put the Inner Core into his mouth.

The freshly taken Inner Core was still warm, and its texture wasn’t like a hard crystal. A light bite with his teeth and it crumbled.

But this hot, fresh spotted flood-dragon Inner Core was both fishy and bitter, so disgusting it defied description. In that instant Sun Zhe felt like the taste blew the top of his skull clean off!

Once he swallowed, Sun Zhe immediately felt a burning heat in his belly, as if it were about to ignite, hot like he’d just downed several gulps of strong liquor.

His gaze sharpened, some strange fire surged up inside him. He rushed to the stone bed and wrapped Long Youyou’s soft, fragrant body in his arms.

"Your Highness, let you sample this flavor too!"

Before Long Youyou could react, her fresh, moist lips were firmly sealed by Sun Zhe, and her snow-white teeth were quickly pried open.

"Mmm mmm mmm..."

As their tongues tangled, the remaining bits in Sun Zhe’s mouth mixed with saliva and were swallowed and absorbed by Long Youyou. Gradually she too felt heat rising in her body.

The kick from this spotted flood-dragon Inner Core was seriously something else!

In just a short moment, Sun Zhe felt himself revitalized, strength surging through his whole body!

Especially little Sun Zhe—swaggering and proud, like a red-hot iron rod pointing furiously at the heavens!

"Your Highness, why do I feel like I’m good to go again?"

"Do you now."

Long Youyou actually showed a rare smile, knowing the Inner Core had taken effect. She slowly lay back on the stone bed, those captivating starry eyes half-closed. Thinking of that ultimate pleasure she’d tasted before, her heart was full of anticipation.

"Sun Zhe, you may begin."

But just then Sun Zhe grabbed her shoulders and suddenly flipped her over, making her lie on her side on the stone bed.

Then he pressed in close, directly straddling the inner side of her left thigh and lifting her right leg straight up, clutching it tightly in his arms.

"Your Highness, don’t blame old Sun for not knowing how to be gentle with a beauty!"

"Nn! Aaah—!"

With that scorching, fierce, monstrous invasion striking without warning, Long Youyou arched her long swan-like snowy neck and let out a drawn-out moan.

This side-lying position felt completely different from lying on her back before. It was like he’d poked straight into the core of her being; it hurt and ached and tingled and itched all at once, making her unable to stop even if she wanted to.

"Mm-hmph... faster!"

Long Youyou lost control of her hips and waist, unable to help herself from urging him on.

"Pup pup pup pup..."

Sun Zhe’s eyes turned fierce. He mustered all his strength and went in with everything he had.

"Yes, just like that, keep... mm, mm... this palace feels... feels so awful!"

In just a short span of time, the white froth scraped out by little Sun Zhe’s "head" piled up into rings, a messy wet blur.

...

...

With the insanely "professional" effect of the spotted flood-dragon Inner Core boosting him, Sun Zhe had his buffs fully stacked—attack speed, attack power, endurance all greatly enhanced, like a god descending to earth!

So in this second round, Sun Zhe lasted a full hour.

However.

After suffering a crazy round of extraction from Long Youyou, he was still feeling a bit powerless, and he’d rather die than go for a third round.

"Your Highness, you’ve almost sucked my marrow dry... you’re still not done?"

Long Youyou hurriedly sat cross-legged, so rushed she didn’t even have time to clean herself. She directly began circulating her energy to digest.

A moment later she finally spoke. "This time you provided quite a lot of Yang Essence. It’ll be enough for this palace to process for a while. Rest for now."

At her words, Sun Zhe exhaled long, feeling a huge weight off his shoulders. He quietly moved aside and lay down, letting that still-dripping, monstrous thing stand stiffly pointing at the cave ceiling, completely lacking the strength to clean it. He simply closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Groggy and not knowing how long he slept, Sun Zhe felt like he was dreaming, dreaming that he was soaking in a hot spring, his whole body wrapped in hot water, comfortably warm.

But gradually, he started having trouble breathing.

So he slowly opened his eyes, just in time to see Long Youyou riding him on her own.

"Awake?"

Seeing Sun Zhe wake up, Long Youyou didn’t feel the slightest embarrassment, still keeping to her ideal rhythm as she rode.

Sun Zhe lifted a hand, speaking weakly, "Your Highness, you still haven’t had enough?"

His voice was already hoarse, like he was on his last legs.

Long Youyou said, "Still short a bit."

Sun Zhe was just about to speak when he suddenly felt, through little Sun Zhe, a strange suction yank at him. At the same time that tight, slick warmth suddenly clenched down, locking little Sun Zhe in place.

"Wh... what the fuck!"

His eyes went wide as saucers. He stared at Long Youyou in disbelief, mouth open to stop her, but no words came out.

Right now he felt like a needle was stabbing into his lower abdomen, madly sucking out his marrow.

That stabbing ache, his prostate twitching over and over—he couldn’t even describe it.

"Enough enough enough, Your Highness, that’s enough!"

"Spare me, Your Highness!"

Long Youyou ignored him, still greedily absorbing and harvesting.

As those last few scant drops were drawn away by her, Sun Zhe felt his head spinning and his body limp and weak. His eyes closed again as he slipped back into unconsciousness.

But even with him passed out, Long Youyou had no intention of stopping.

Humans are selfish—and dragons are even more selfish than humans!

She was at the final threshold now; even if Sun Zhe only recovered the slightest thread of Yang Essence, she was desperate to harvest it.

"Sorry, Sun Zhe. This palace knows this harms you greatly. This palace will definitely make it up to you later."

"..."

...

Time flowed like water.

In a blink, two days passed.

That morning, Sun Zhe woke from his dreams and staggered out of the cave dwelling, like a walking corpse.

When he saw the rising morning sun, he wanted to look up and let out a long, loud sigh, but he had no strength left. He could only half-kneel on the ground and let out a soft sigh.

"Ah... finally survived it..."

Crisp high-heel clacks sounded behind him. Long Youyou stepped over on her long, beautiful legs and stopped beside him, her skirt hem fluttering, fragrance wafting.

Half-kneeling on the ground, Sun Zhe glanced at those long jade legs wrapped in glossy, sheer white stockings, but felt nothing at all—instead, a strange fear crept over him. Inwardly he sighed that these legs weren’t the spring waters by the Sela River, but a pair of deadly scissor legs!

"Your Highness, how do you plan to compensate me?"

Long Youyou gazed at the sky in the distance, her long hair lifting in the breeze, a few stray locks resting on that peerlessly beautiful jade-like face, adding a touch of gentle liveliness.

"First, I’ll find you a better spiritual vein."

"You mean it?"

"Mn. You’ve given this palace a grace akin to rebirth. This favor, this palace has always kept in mind. You’ve had a hard time these past two days."

"..."