Romantic Medical Immortal

"Cheng Qiyue, don’t you think all this tugging back and forth is getting boring? How about we play something new?"

At this moment, Kong Lingwen suddenly spoke.

Cheng Qiyue glanced sideways at her and asked, "What do you want to play?"

Kong Lingwen smiled faintly, leaned to her ear and muttered something in a low voice, then the two exchanged a knowing grin.

In fact, Yang Cheng’s hearing was exceptional; even whispers couldn’t escape his ears. But when desire took over he couldn’t care less about what was happening around him, let alone notice that someone in the room had gone missing.

Before long, Kong Lingwen quietly came back into the room and shot Cheng Qiyue a look.

Yang Cheng had already been "fighting" for nearly an hour now. He hadn’t suppressed his desire at all; after a fierce round of thrusting, his body suddenly went rigid as he climbed to a blissful peak.

Just then, Cheng Qiyue and Kong Lingwen rushed over, grabbed his arms left and right, and yanked them back hard.

Yang Cheng was still in a highly excited state and was almost scared limp. His body fell backward onto the bed, and his essence sprayed all over the sheets.

He was just about to struggle when he saw Cheng Qiyue and Kong Lingwen directly straddle his arms, mischievous smiles hanging on their pretty faces.

"What are you two doing! Don’t you know a man mustn’t be startled at a critical moment? If you scare me and break me, you’ll never have happiness again."

Yang Cheng was speechless. Good thing his body was strong; if it were some ordinary guy getting startled like that, he might never be able to use it again.

"Yang Cheng, there’s something you forgot, but we haven’t forgotten it!"

Kong Lingwen parted her red lips slightly, her fingertip slowly sliding down his chest, full of teasing intent.

"Can’t it wait until I’m finished? Let go, or you two are really going to get it later."

He threatened them, though of course with his strength he could easily break free; but with the two of them sitting on his arms, he was afraid if he used force he’d fling them off, and if they hit the floor they’d definitely get hurt.

"We were interrogating you just now about your fooling around outside, but then you went all beastly and skipped the whole topic. Now we’re going to give you a proper torture session!"

Cheng Qiyue didn’t care at all about Yang Cheng’s threats. At most he’d just pin her to the bed and ravage her a bit; he would never actually hit her, so what was there to be afraid of?

"Ruonan, there are tools in the box. Hurry and take them out!"

She called out, waking Cheng Ruonan from the aftershocks of her climax.

Cheng Ruonan lazily lifted her eyes. Dragging her somewhat sore, weak body up, she saw Yang Cheng being restrained by the two of them, his strong body completely naked, making one feel an urge to torment him.

Seeing Cheng Qiyue point at the box by the side, she crawled over, opened it, and dumped everything inside onto the bed.

Yang Cheng looked down and his eyes widened. Inside were whips, clamps, and all kinds of little kinky toys.

"You’re going to use these on me? Do you have any idea what the consequences will be?"

He gritted his teeth in warning, but to the three women it had zero effect; in fact, it only made them even more excited.

Cheng Ruonan picked up a small pink leather whip and lightly shook it in her hand, then suddenly lashed it across Yang Cheng’s body.

"Hiss!"

Yang Cheng instantly sucked in a breath of cold air. It didn’t hurt at all; instead it felt tingling and numbing, but that sensation only made his desire burn hotter.

Seeing Yang Cheng rapidly respond and stand back up, the three women were completely used to it. Every time he got hard again in no time; he was basically an ox that could never be exhausted.

Cheng Ruonan’s lips curled in an excited smile. She raised the whip and struck him several times in a row, demanding, "Talk! When you were alone with that senior sister, did you cross any lines?"

"No! I’ve already said it over and over, why won’t you believe me?"

His face was full of helpless misery. He’d thought tonight would be him pinning three women to the bed and having his fun, but somehow the tables had turned.

"You have priors, so we’re not buying it. Did you touch her boobs? Are her boobs nicer than mine?"

Cheng Ruonan pressed on, picking up two clamps and fastening them onto the little red beans on Yang Cheng’s chest. That mix of pain and pleasure was starting to get him hooked.

"Absolutely not. How could she possibly compare to you?"

Yang Cheng answered instinctively.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Cheng Ruonan lashed him a few more times with the whip. "Oh? And you still say you didn’t cross the line—you’re already checking out her boobs."

"I..."

Yang Cheng was instantly at a loss for words. He did look, but it was only through her clothes. Besides, given the situation back then, they were busy running for their lives; there was no room for any steamy little thoughts.

"I was just talking. Back then we were in the Land of Extreme Yin, surrounded by Ghost Corpses. We almost killed ourselves getting out; what could the two of us possibly do?"

"Funny, because I heard from Feng Jiuge that you two slept in the car. Otherwise you would’ve been back long ago."

Cheng Qiyue spoke slowly, then suddenly reached out and yanked the clamps off Yang Cheng’s chest.

"Hiss..."

He sucked in a sharp breath; the fire in his body was already burning out of control.

"We were completely exhausted after escaping, so we fell asleep in the car. We were filthy all over; how could we have done anything?"

"Stop tormenting me and let me go already."

Yang Cheng’s face was full of resignation, a sheen of sweat already forming on his forehead.

Even though they now knew he really hadn’t had anything going on with that senior sister, the three of them still had no intention of letting him off.

"Fine, you pass—for now. You’ve been going at it for so long just now, you must be tired. Next, let us take care of you."

Cheng Ruonan smiled slightly and handed the whip to Cheng Qiyue, the two sisters swapping positions.

She straddled Yang Cheng’s arms, pinning him down, while Cheng Qiyue sat astride his waist holding the little whip, twisting her hips to tease him.

"Yang Cheng, do you want it?"

"Yes! I really can’t take it anymore. If I hold it in any longer I’m going to explode."

Yang Cheng’s face was twisted in agony. Inwardly he swore that later he’d make these three little sluts understand the price of toying with him.

Actually, Cheng Qiyue was just as starving. Seeing how desperate he was, she raised her round little butt, got herself ready, and sank down.

"Mm... ah..."

A satisfied yet pained moan spilled from her lips. Yang Cheng let out a muffled groan, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Cheng Qiyue rocked her body back and forth, but her pace was far too slow. Yang Cheng’s hands might not be able to move, but his waist kept thrusting upward, lifting her almost off him.

"Ah, ah, ah... You’re so strong!"

She cried out sweetly, the two mounds of Soft Jade on her chest trembling along with her movements, while she swung the whip and lashed Yang Cheng’s chest.

Kong Lingwen and Cheng Ruonan on either side weren’t idle either. At first they kept restraining him, but later they both leaned down and tangled themselves up with him.

All night long, the room was steeped in sultry heat, and Yang Cheng finally learned what it meant when they say it’s hardest to bear the favor of beauties.

Ordinary men absolutely couldn’t manage three women in one night—especially three this ravenous.

The three women had sworn up and down they were going to drain Yang Cheng dry, but by the end only their begging for mercy remained.