Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

The air in the restroom gradually thickened with tension.

Sun Zhe and Xia Shiqing locked eyes, their glances seemingly intertwining like threads.

Watching Xia Shiqing slowly lift her short skirt herself, Sun Zhe’s breathing slowed down. His eyes were glued to the scene, swallowing endlessly.

Due to Xia Shiqing sitting on the sink, the flesh around her waist and legs gathered tightly, making that soft, fragrant mound look especially swollen.

The thin, transparent pantyhose glistened under the restroom lights like a layer of plastic film; underneath, snow-white lace snugly covered the raised fragrant mound, and faint glimpses of shiny black curls peered through the lace gaps.

"Auntie, you..."

Sun Zhe’s eyes were burning, reluctantly moving his gaze to Xia Shiqing’s flushed, delicate face, and teased, "Why is this part so plump?"

Xia Shiqing gazed at him seductively, her voice sweet and alluring: "When you eat abalone, do you prefer it plump or lean?"

"I like both."

Sun Zhe chuckled, suddenly drawing closer, but didn’t kneel for the seafood feast.

Instead, he gently cradled the exquisite Empress Consort’s face with both hands, slowly leaning in.

Under the influence of alcohol, he abandoned everything else, yearning only to immerse in the pleasure before him.

The moment their lips touched, Xia Shiqing’s body electrified, her delicate hands tightly wrapping around his neck, her head shifting left and right seeking a better angle.

Sun Zhe fondled her fragrant, soft hair, savoring the sweet nectar, both tender and fervent.

She refused to be outdone, her nimble tongue encircling greedily, creating audible sounds.

A long while later.

Their lips reluctantly parted.

A glistening thread stretched and elongated, ultimately breaking as they separated enough.

Xia Shiqing wiped his mouth, speaking sweetly, "Little rascal, why does it feel so good with you?"

"Is that so?"

Sun Zhe’s hands moved down, caressing her jade-like neck, tickling her elegant collarbone with his pinky finger.

"Mmm..."

Xia Shiqing moaned sultrily, slowly raising her left shoulder, pulling down her loose neckline to her arm, exposing her snow-white shoulder.

The transparent bra strap clung to her skin, adorned with sparkling tiny crystals, especially charming under the lights.

Sun Zhe hooked the transparent strap with his finger, pulling it onto her arm, causing the snugly fit white lace bra to immediately loosen and slide down, revealing most of the snowballs.

A captivating milky aroma permeated the air.

Feeling heated and impatient, Sun Zhe buried his face eagerly between the deep cleavage, rubbing and brushing the fragrant soft flesh on either side with his nose tip.

"Ah... itchy!"

The stubble on his chin scraped against her smooth, supple skin, sending electrifying tingles throughout her body.

Xia Shiqing instinctively arched her snowy neck, leaning her torso back, resting the back of her head against the restroom mirror, one slender hand encircling Sun Zhe’s neck, as if fearing his escape.

"Why are you acting like a child?"

Sun Zhe said nothing, seemingly lost in the moment, persistently rubbing his face, suddenly shedding the loose white bra, causing the two large, jade-like mounds to bounce freely, like lively jade rabbits.

He leaned back to observe, instantly captivated by the striking crimson glowing before him, vibrant yet mature, pure with no blemish, perfectly sized like two red rubies on exquisite white jade.

Enveloped in the naturally exuded milky aroma, Sun Zhe’s gaze intensified, mouth opening to bite.

"Ah..."

Xia Shiqing’s delicate body trembled, her snowy neck arched high, parting lips emitting a captivating sigh, her delicate blue nails digging into Sun Zhe’s neck flesh, groaning charmingly, "It’s so itchy, little devil, how are you so skilled?"

Sun Zhe remained silent, diligently savoring, the agile tongue circling and teasing the ripe cherry, quickly sensing the raised pores on the pink eyelid through this interaction.

"Ah... little rascal, I... I can’t take it anymore, can you pause for a moment?"

Feeling overwhelmed, Xia Shiqing’s body numb, seemingly drained of strength, pleaded softly.

Yet Sun Zhe remained heedless, eyes and hands engaged, tending both sides equally, producing audible noises.

He didn’t linger long, once both ripe cherries stood erect, he slowly moved lower.

"Mmm..."

The stubble scraping against her soft, snow-white skin felt like faint electric currents, arousing Xia Shiqing’s quivering body, unable to resist.

Especially when the tongue tip twirled inside the navel, the ticklish sensation reached her very core.

Unable to bear it any longer, Xia Shiqing’s slender waist tightened, quickly pushing his forehead away.

"Really itchy, little rascal, hurry up..."

Sun Zhe obliged, gradually crouching down, intently focused on the hidden mound between valleys, inhaling faint biological aromas.

"Can I tear?"

"Mmm, as long as you enjoy."

Xia Shiqing’s beautiful eyes misty, her silk-clad feet lifting, spreading wide into an "M" shape posture.

"Come quickly, I desire it."

Without hesitation, Sun Zhe buried his face, deftly biting the thin silk, creating a suitably sized hole.

The stockings exhibited excellent quality, remaining intact despite the tear.

Sun Zhe then used a finger, pulling back the snow-white lace fabric already soaked with sweet honey, revealing abundant growth, mud flowing, glistening invitingly.

The spring emerges faintly between the flesh, visible with slightly cloudy honey flowing out.

"Empress Consort, this is really plump here, it’s the first time I’ve encountered it so plump."

Xia Shiqing hums softly, silent.

Sun Zhe suddenly furrowed his brows, "No, why is it swollen? Also an indescribable aroma?"

Lifting his head to look at Xia Shiqing, worriedly asking, "Have you been poisoned by spring toxins?"

Xia Shiqing’s face flushed, turning away, thinking it’s her Emperor uncle’s fault,

The precious Elixirs consumed, his secretions affecting her when touching.

Understanding she hesitated to elaborate, Sun Zhe ceased questioning, slowly approaching, gently touching the newly sprouted shoot with his tongue tip.

"Ah!"

Xia Shiqing’s body trembled immensely, reacting excessively.

Sun Zhe gradually retreated, a glistening thread extending from his tongue.

He suddenly stood, saying to Xia Shiqing, "This has no effect, shall we proceed directly? Let me use Pure Yang True Qi to detoxify you first."

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