Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

In the spacious and luxurious living room.

Even the sofa weighing several hundred pounds wobbled and shifted under Sun Zhe’s fierce thrusts, creaking loudly.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

"Sun Xiaozhe, you smelly man, be gentle..."

"You’re going too deep!"

Ye Qiao knelt on the sofa cushion with her back to Sun Zhe, her elbows resting on the sofa’s backrest, her fragrant long hair swinging wildly as she let out continuous cries of ecstasy.

Her sharp, beautiful blue nails almost scratched through the leather surface of the sofa.

At this moment, Sun Zhe was channeling energy into his Dantian, standing with his legs slightly apart in front of the sofa, tightly pressed against Ye Qiao’s back. His large hands firmly cupped her soft, slender waist. Her perky peach-shaped derrière quivered like a heart, rippling under his abdomen’s impact.

Under his relentless, vigorous output, the butterfly wings hidden among the glossy black fleece on Ye Qiao were already slightly swollen, being stretched and tightly sealed, involuntarily turning inside-out and flipping along with the rhythm.

"Huff—!"

Sun Zhe suddenly exhaled a long breath, gradually slowing his pace, looking down to find that a thick layer of creamy white substance had accumulated on the bulging veins of his ferocity. It had a slightly sweet and musky scent, sticky and spread around, with quite a bit hanging onto the curly hair, resembling morning dew.

"Hm, why are you slowing down? Are you out of steam?"

As Sun Zhe looked down admiringly at his "work", Ye Qiao suddenly turned her head to gaze at him, her seductive eyes almost drawing you in, urging coyly.

By now, her tender skin had taken on a rosy tint, her neck glistening with fragrant sweat, a few strands of hair stuck to her collarbone, the sight both beautiful and moving.

Sun Zhe gave a playful smile, "Should I be tougher on you?"

At his words, Ye Qiao propped up her upper body with one hand to face him, while the other hand suddenly hooked around his neck, pulling his face over to nibble on.

After lightly nibbling on his lips for a while, Ye Qiao released him, exhaling a fragrant breath, "Didn’t you say you wanted to cry me to tears? I haven’t cried yet."

Sun Zhe chuckled, "Your butterfly already weeps a river."

"Oh, that doesn’t count!"

Ye Qiao playfully slapped him, then turned back around, leaning over once more with her elbows on the sofa’s backrest.

"Smack!"

The next moment, Sun Zhe suddenly thrust forward forcefully, making a crisp sound as if a hand had slapped her tender derrière.

"Is this fine, my school beauty Ye?"

Ye Qiao’s delicate brows furrowed, her pearl-white teeth tightly biting her moist lips, finally her misty eyes filled with tears, throwing her snowy neck back, "You’re... trying to kill me!"

Sun Zhe let out a chuckle, speaking no more, moving his hands from her waist to her smooth, white back, gathering her disheveled long hair as if holding reins.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff..."

With Sun Zhe grabbing the "reins," the high-frequency output commenced once again.

You could see Ye Qiao’s delicate body trembling violently, her slender waist taut, her crystalline toes hidden beneath the thick silk curling tightly, her instep continuously rubbing against the sofa cushion.

"So... so deep!"

"It’s gone all the way inside... I can’t take it anymore!"

Sun Zhe ignored her, his hands still clutching her hair, continued his frenzied output.

After a while, he looked down to see the valley hidden within Ye Qiao was a mess of white, a scene of utter disarray, where a slightly cloudy liquid was trickling down the tips, drop by drop like pearls, forming a large stain on the waterproof leather sofa.

"Guests are here, Qiaoqiao, I’ll send you flying first, and we can continue later."

"Hm, who is it?" Ye Qiao became a bit unhappy.

"Han Xinyue."

Actually, from the moment Han Xinyue entered the villa, Sun Zhe had sensed her arrival using his Divine Sense.

But Sun Zhe wasn’t hurried at all, for Han Xinyue was far less important than Ye Qiao.

This little glutton Ye Qiao had been famished for so long, she definitely needed to be well-fed first.

"Sun Xiaozhe."

"Hm?"

"Can I turn over? I want to lie down."

"Didn’t you say this position felt better?"

"Oh, but I want you to see my face, my dear. Hurry, husband, my knees are all sore from kneeling."

Without further ado, Sun Zhe swiftly picked her up and flipped her over, then tossed her silky legs over his shoulder.

"Come quickly, husband... I’ve spread it for you."

Ye Qiao’s expression was sweet and charming, as one delicate hand glided from her lower abdomen down to that mysterious triangular area, deftly parting the two petals, inviting him in.

...

About twenty minutes later.

Sun Zhe delivered on his promise and sent Ye Qiao to the peak, then cleaned up a bit, wiping the puddle off the sofa. Once Ye Qiao recovered from the tides, they both walked hand in hand out of the living room.

"Hmph, it’s all your fault, my legs are weak."

Ye Qiao suddenly pinched Sun Zhe.

Sun Zhe shrugged, "Blame me, was it too fierce."

"..."

In the villa courtyard.

By the barbecue grill not far from the infinity pool.

Han Xinyue sat elegantly on a wicker chair, her silk-clad legs crossed, holding an expensive Hermès bag, appearing somewhat reserved, and chatting with Zhu Yan.

Seeing Sun Zhe coming over from afar, Han Xinyue hurriedly stood up to greet him, the originally elegant and noble demeanor instantly vanished, her eyes filled with urgency towards Sun Zhe, even with a hint of pleading.

Sun Zhe frowned, starting to scrutinize her, thinking to himself that she seemed to have become much more haggard since the last time they met.

"Is there something President Han needs from me?"

Han Xinyue’s expression was a bit unpleasant, she glanced at Ye Qiao holding Sun Zhe’s arm, forcing a smile, "Could we... talk privately for a moment?"

At her words, Ye Qiao sensibly released Sun Zhe, then staggered on her wobbly long legs to join Zhu Yan and the others.

"Mom, is the barbecue ready yet?"

Li Shiyan looked at her, gloating, and teased, "Barbecue, you yourself are almost barbecue."

Ye Qiao snorted coldly, "You’re not much better off."

Zhu Yan, seeing her face flushed, knew that she had been thoroughly satisfied by that little rascal just now, smiled wryly, "The eggplant we grilled for you is ready, come eat."

Li Shiyan mumbled beside her, "To Qiaoqiao, isn’t eggplant for use?"

Which made Lin Yingchun, who was drinking yogurt, unable to hold back and laughed out loud, spraying yogurt all over Li Shiyan’s face.

...

On the other side.

Sun Zhe slowly walked with Han Xinyue towards the ginkgo tree.

With both hands clutched to her bag strap in the front, smelling the scent of another woman on Sun Zhe, Han Xinyue’s lips quivered, wanting to speak yet hesitant.

Suddenly, Sun Zhe stopped under the ginkgo tree, turned to her and asked, "Looking so out of sorts, is something wrong? Or, haven’t touched a man in months, snow lacking tadpoles?"

Hearing this, Han Xinyue’s face flushed, she glared at him but didn’t bicker, getting straight to the point, "Something’s happened to the Jade Fox Sect, I want to ask you to save Jade Fox Sect, just consider it as... a favor for my master’s sake."

"..."