Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

At the same time, dragon scales gradually emerged on his temples, the corners of his eyes, the backs of his hands, and various parts of his thighs.

Little Dragon Girl watched everything happening outside from within the ring space and muttered to herself, "Just as I expected—when Xiao Zhezi’s Divine Sense is severely depleted, and this woman uses Hypnotic Techniques on him, it will surely trigger his Dragon Transformation."

At this moment, Xia Shiqing also noticed the changes in Sun Zhe.

The tangible malice and the dragon scales emerging on Sun Zhe’s skin suddenly made her feel a sense of danger.

"Ah! Xiao Zhe, what are you doing?"

Before she could react, an immense force suddenly burst from Sun Zhe’s body, holding her tightly as he knocked her over.

"Weren’t you coming over?"

"Fine, I’ll satisfy you, just don’t beg for mercy later!"

In this berserk state, Sun Zhe was virtually indistinguishable from a beast.

Without any prelude, his sharp dragon claws directly tore apart the exquisite Empress Consort’s dress, leaving red claw marks on her fair, tender skin, and then an angry dragon with scales charged forcefully at the secluded entrance of the haven!

Seeing the terrifying and hideous giant dragon, clearly larger and covered with scales, Xia Shiqing was horrified, struggling with all her might.

"Xiao Zhe, no, please... can I just not come?"

"What has gotten into you? Why did you suddenly become like this?"

"..."

In that moment, she deeply regretted using Hypnotic Techniques on Sun Zhe.

"Xiao Zhe, calm down!"

She gritted her teeth, tightened her legs, and began to activate the Spiritual Pressure Treasure Ring to suppress Sun Zhe.

But in his Dragon Transformation state, the Spiritual Pressure Treasure Ring was utterly ineffective on Sun Zhe.

"Puff!"

Suddenly, the powerful dragon claw forcibly parted her tightly closed legs, and the angry dragon made a clean and swift intrusion, tearing through her, producing a dull thud.

In an instant, time seemed to stand still.

The exquisite Empress Consort tilted her head back, eyes wide open, mouth agape, her delicate body taut and trembling.

The feeling of being forcibly torn almost drove her to collapse.

Yet, just as she prayed for Sun Zhe not to rush his movements, he began to move.

He wasn’t going to allow her any buffer time.

With Sun Zhe’s thrusts, the hard scales scraped through the layers of delicateness within the exquisite Empress Consort’s body, bringing both extreme pleasure and extreme pain simultaneously, squeezing out all her internal strength, occupying her body and mind, as if even her soul was being squeezed out.

"Aoo—!"

She helplessly tossed her head from side to side, uttering a long wail of agony, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, ruining her makeup.

"Xiao Zhe, stop... I’m... going to die."

Sun Zhe ignored her, his sharp and mighty dragon claws clasped her tender waist like large iron pincers.

"Didn’t you want artemisia? Then come on!"

"I’ll satisfy you!"

"..."

"Puff puff puff puff puff..."

As Sun Zhe crazily began to output, within just a few seconds, the lush, glossy fur below had turned into a white mess.

The hideous, angry dragon swiftly moving in and out carved out cream-like clumps of thick liquid, accumulating circle by circle at the base of the angry dragon, looking exceedingly debauched.

"Hey little flask, do you still want more?"

"I said do you still want more?!"

"..."

Xia Shiqing bit her lip tightly, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably; she knew Sun Zhe was rationally awake right then, but had transformed into someone else, gasping for breath and pleading, "Xiao Zhe, stop... go easier, will you?"

Hearing her words, Sun Zhe suddenly increased his force, grinning menacingly, "How can going easy on you ease your itch?"

"It hurts... I know I was wrong."

Sun Zhe’s eyes were bloodshot, his sinister grin intensified, "Didn’t think you were right, not only is it plump and tender here, but so juicy, truly a rarity on earth, my Emperor uncle must be in heaven!"

As he spoke, he lifted her waist off the bed, thrusting deliberately, producing a puffing sound.

He looked down at the milky white threads connecting her lower abdomen, exclaiming, "Tsk tsk tsk, this stickiness, pulling a thread as soon as it separates... truly exceptional!"

"I didn’t... no... aaah..."

Xia Shiqing closed her eyes in despair, gradually giving up resistance under Sun Zhe’s fierce onslaught.

Although she regretted her self-destructive actions, there was no turning back.

And at this time, she could also feel strands of Yang Essence flowing into her body, so she decided to calm down and gather them.

...

...

Time passed by without measure.

When Sun Zhe regained clarity and slowly opened his eyes, he found himself lying in bed, embracing the exquisite Empress Consort.

Looking up, he saw the entire big bed in disarray, with wet spots all over the sheets.

Glancing around, he found the room in utter chaos, a sight for sore eyes.

Looking again at the exquisite Empress Consort sleeping in his arms, he noticed her face and strands of hair were covered with hardened clumps of some dried liquid.

"What happened last night?"

Sun Zhe gently released Xia Shiqing, moving her aside carefully so as not to wake her, then slowly sat up, rubbing his temples with both hands, desperately trying to recall the events of the previous night.

Gradually, fragments of memory began to surface in his mind—he seemed to have done things on the balcony, pressed the exquisite Empress Consort onto the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, and even opened her wardrobe to have her wear those stockings...

"My god!"

"Did I go mad last night?"

"No, no, that surely wasn’t me!"

Once he pieced together those memory fragments, a complete, thrilling show emerged in his mind, making him momentarily numb, looking with terror at Xia Shiqing sleeping beside him.

Thinking of his violent actions last night and the things he said, his face turned pale.

"If she wakes up, won’t she just skin me alive?"

"No, no, I have to slip away quickly!"

Reflecting on this, Sun Zhe rolled out of bed and returned to his room, hurriedly washed up, tidied himself, and then went downstairs.

After finding something to eat randomly in the fridge, just as Sun Zhe was about to head out, the sound of crisp high heels echoed from the living room outside.

Looking up, he found it was Jiang Qinglan who came!

"Se... Second Aunt? Why are you here so early?"

Walking up to Sun Zhe with a flowerlike smile, Jiang Qinglan said, "I had some free time today, nothing much to do, so I thought I’d come and see you."

She was wearing a black wool coat, her long, shapely legs wrapped in black tights, elegant high heels on her feet, her wavy long hair flowing freely, making her look both beautiful and dashing, with unparalleled grace.

"Uh..."

Sun Zhe discreetly glanced at her, feeling inexplicably guilty, and asked, "How did you get in?"

Jiang Qinglan smiled knowingly, "I just climbed over the courtyard wall."

Sun Zhe was instantly speechless, "The eminent Empress climbing walls... really, no one else could do it."

Jiang Qinglan covered her mouth, laughing softly, and asked, "By the way, Xiao Zhe, do you have time today? Would you like to accompany your Second Aunt for a stroll?"

Without hesitation, Sun Zhe responded, "I truly don’t have the time today; I’m heading to the underground martial arts field."

"That’s perfect; in fact, I wanted to take you to the underground martial arts field."

"Uh... alright then."

Jiang Qinglan asked, "By the way, where’s your Little Aunt? I need to discuss something with her; we can go after I’m done talking."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe’s heart jumped, "She... she’s still sleeping, maybe we shouldn’t disturb her."

"It’s okay. I’ll go wake her up."

Seeing Jiang Qinglan really heading upstairs, Sun Zhe suddenly panicked, hurriedly catching up to stop her, smiling awkwardly, "Second Aunt, perhaps it’s best not to; it’s not good to disturb her sleep. Let’s head to the underground martial arts field first, and you can talk to her later when we come back."

He couldn’t possibly imagine, should Jiang Qinglan go upstairs now and see the messy room and Xia Shiqing’s "miserable" appearance... how would he deal with it? How would he face anyone?

With a suspicious look, Jiang Qinglan stared closely at Sun Zhe, feeling that something was off about him, believing he was hiding something, and said, "Second Aunt has something urgent to discuss with her, it must be addressed now."

"Don’t worry, Xiao Zhe, it’ll only take a few minutes, bear with Second Aunt; I’ll be right down."

Her tone was gentle, carrying a hint of affection, yet somehow made Sun Zhe feel it couldn’t be disobeyed.

"Be good, wait for Second Aunt."

Smiling, Jiang Qinglan softly wiped some crumbs from his mouth, and walked towards the stairs, with only her lingering fragrance left in the air.

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