Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

The small cubicle was quietly still.

Sun Zhe and Feng Ling locked eyes, the air seemed to gradually thicken.

Looking at Feng Ling, who had almond-shaped eyes filled with shy charm, Sun Zhe said meaningfully, "Isn’t it that you want it yourself?"

Feng Ling’s embarrassment deepened, and she lowered her head in silence.

Every time she thought about Sun Zhe’s scorching and pure Yang Qi, capable of searing the soul, she felt her body and mind itch, wanting to go crazy for it.

What captivated her more was the ultimate physical and mental pleasure that also brought tangible benefits, enhancing cultivation.

Suddenly, she understood why even Sect Master Yaorao, an ice-cold and jade-pure fairy cultivating the White Jade Path, would have relations with Sun Zhe.

With Sun Zhe being such a rarity, what woman wouldn’t be dazed upon encountering him?

"Hmm... is it possible, Pavilion Master?"

"In fact, disciples of the Jade Fox Sect who cultivate the ’Red Jade Path’ are quite open about these physiological matters, and it’s through this method that we enhance cultivation."

Sun Zhe smiled, "I understand. But I can’t right now, if you want, you’ll have to do it yourself."

Upon hearing this, Feng Ling was secretly delighted, but she said nothing, quickly stripping down to nothing but a torn yoga pants.

Sun Zhe’s gaze traveled from top to bottom, finally landing on the long and beautiful legs wrapped in yoga pants, staring at the triangle bulge that formed a fragrant mound, and for a moment, he was somewhat tempted too.

These seductive charms of the Jade Fox Sect are truly irresistible.

Feng Ling lifted the blanket off Sun Zhe’s body and slowly climbed onto the bed, asking, "Pavilion Master, would you despise me for being dirty? To be honest, I’ve been with many men to elevate my cultivation."

She hurriedly added, "But with them, it was merely for harvesting Yang Essence, nothing else."

Sun Zhe lightly shook his head, laughing, "I don’t have those complexes. Plus, we’re not in a relationship, you’re not my woman, and we don’t play with feelings, just mutual needs, so there’s no need to care about those things."

"Hmm... Pavilion Master really has an open mind."

Sun Zhe adjusted himself to lie comfortably, his eyes filled with challenge as he looked at her, "Do it yourself, if you can get milk, it’s your skill."

Upon hearing this, Feng Ling let out a coquettish hum, acting to peel back the bandage on Sun Zhe’s leg, then skillfully removed his boxer shorts.

Seeing the menacing beast towering before her, smelling the rich male scent, Feng Ling’s beautiful eyes gradually blurred, raising her gaze to look at Sun Zhe, "Pavilion Master, can Xiaoling have a taste?"

"Hmm... please do."

Feng Ling half-closed her beautiful eyes, her lips gently parted, slowly bowing her head forward.

"Ugh... hisssss..."

With that unique warmth spreading throughout his body, Sun Zhe suddenly threw his head back, letting out a strange cry of delight, a large hand instinctively reaching out to grab Feng Ling’s fragrant and soft hair.

"Slurp, slurp, slurp..."

Feng Ling’s expression was focused and serious, lifting a slender hand to tuck hair behind her ear, savoring each morsel slowly and deliberately.

The decadent sounds floated in the tiny cubicle.

In just a short period, the corners of Feng Ling’s lips, thin to the point of transparency, were glistening with overflowing crystal.

Sun Zhe watched her graceful and earnest demeanor, unable to resist complimenting, "I must say, Xiaoling, your technique... is really commendable!"

Hearing such an evaluation from Sun Zhe, Feng Ling became even more motivated, her white and slender hand gently holding the two sacks, squeezing softly, while her head bobbed more swiftly.

"Ah ah ah..."

"Coming, coming!"

Minutes later, Sun Zhe suddenly cried out in pain, his body shuddering, and released completely.

Feng Ling’s eyes shone brightly, she hurriedly stopped moving, taking however much Sun Zhe gave, not wanting to waste a drop even after he stopped releasing, she continued to suck fervently.

"Ow hiss—enough, enough, you’re sucking out the marrow!"

Feng Ling winked playfully, finally satisfied, popped away with a "pop" sound, kneeling beside Sun Zhe’s leg, her cheeks puffed as she looked at him, her eyes filled with affection.

Sun Zhe noticed her throat gently moving, knowing she was swallowing, curiously asked, "What does it taste like?"

Feng Ling’s voice was muffled, "You don’t know?"

Sun Zhe shrugged, "I’ve never tasted it myself, how would I know?"

Feng Ling pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Yours doesn’t have a weird taste, it’s lightly fragrant, if I had to describe it... it’s like the layer on top of rice soup."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe showed an expression of sudden realization.

Feng Ling used her jade fingers to lightly wipe the residue from her lips, giggling, "Pavilion Master, did you know that those like you are the healthiest?"

"Some are especially salty, some are sweet, others are very bitter, the taste particularly strong, just smelling it makes you want to gag, let alone swallow."

Sun Zhe was surprised, "You’ve tried so many flavors?"

Feng Ling rolled her eyes, "None of your business."

Sun Zhe laughed heartily, arranging himself on the bed, "But this is just the beginning, you still need to continue. Since you’ve played with fire, you have to extinguish it."

Feng Ling’s face was full of grievance, looking at the still dripping, menacing beast, "Have I gotten myself into trouble?"

At this point, she couldn’t help but recall that "miserable" night, her body and mind gradually dominated by fear.

She really couldn’t imagine how she managed to endure through that night.

"Knock knock knock."

Just as Feng Ling was about to remove her yoga pants, there was a knock at the door outside.

Sun Zhe immediately became irritated, "Damn it, who is it now?"

"Maybe someone is here to see you for treatment or something. I’ll go check the door."

Feng Ling covered her mouth and giggled, quickly getting dressed, then putting on a coat and heading outside to open the door.

After a moment.

When Feng Ling pushed up the rolling shutter door and saw the person outside, she couldn’t help but to be taken aback.

"Why is it you (why is it you)?"

They spoke in unison with the visitor.

She never expected that the one coming was Du Linghan!

"Miss Du, why are you here?"

Du Linghan’s face was expressionless, "What does my presence have to do with you?"

Previously, she was injured by Sun Zhe in the martial arts stage, later a friend recommended her to the Undying Pavilion saying there was a Divine Doctor here, so she came with a trial mentality.

Unexpectedly, she encountered Feng Ling here.

"Are you here for treatment too?"

Feng Ling stepped aside, saying, "I’m a disciple of the Undying Pavilion. Miss Du, please have a seat, our Pavilion Master will be right back."

She now eagerly anticipated what Du Linghan’s reaction would be when she saw Sun Zhe shortly.

The mere thought of it was satisfying.

"Then tell him to hurry, I’m pressed for time."

Du Linghan’s tone was icy, not bothering to look at Feng Ling any more, she walked in, grabbed a plastic stool, sat down, then glanced around, doubting if the Pavilion Master here had any real ability given the simplicity of the decor.

It was then that footsteps could be heard approaching.

Sun Zhe appeared from the small cubicle, unhurriedly dressed, and upon seeing Du Linghan, he was surprised for a moment, smiled, and said, "Oh, what a rare guest, Miss Du."

Du Linghan’s expression shifted, she stared at Sun Zhe, shocked, suddenly stood up and backed away, "Wha... why are you here too?"

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