Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

After some playful struggling, the two finally walked out of the bathroom together.

Just out of the bathroom, Xia Shiqing staggered and nearly fell, casting a resentful glance at Sun Zhe, silently lamenting the profound effect of their recent actions—stronger than any drink worth thousands per bottle.

"It’s all your fault, going so hard. How long has it been since you’ve touched a woman?"

Recalling their earlier encounter, Xia Shiqing couldn’t help but savor it; Sun Zhe had been so eager he nearly put everything into it, like biking uphill with intense focus.

At this moment, her legs felt weak and trembled in her high heels.

Sun Zhe shrugged and put an arm around her slender, soft waist, quietly channeling energy to dispel the effects of the alcohol, "Alright, alright, it’s all my fault. You can punish me when we get back."

Xia Shiqing’s cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as she lightly kicked his calf, muttering, "You’re such a scoundrel, daring to mess with me."

Sun Zhe suddenly leaned in to her ear, "Speaking of which, Empress Consort, how long has it been since you’ve been satisfied?"

"None of your business."

Xia Shiqing grabbed her bag from the sofa and tossed it at him, storming off towards the outside of the private room.

Just as she stepped outside, she saw Sister Yuan already waiting.

Seeing Xia Shiqing, who was so drunk she could barely walk, Sister Yuan couldn’t help but worry, fearing trouble.

However, when she glanced at Sun Zhe, a hint of disdain appeared in her eyes, choosing to ignore him.

Because she assumed Sun Zhe was likely a pretty boy Xia Shiqing had picked up.

She forced a smile and said to Xia Shiqing, "Captain, should I arrange for someone to take you home?"

Xia Shiqing waved her hand, "No need, we’ll go back ourselves. Tonight’s bill is on me."

"Look at you, speaking like that. Drinking at a sister’s place, would we really charge you?"

Sister Yuan smiled broadly, gesturing for Xia Shiqing to step aside for a word.

Once they were alone, Sister Yuan gave Sun Zhe a glance before whispering, "Honestly, Captain, in public like this, you need to be careful. If your person at home finds out..."

"In the end, we’re sisters, and I really don’t want to see you like this. Have fun, but be careful."

Xia Shiqing’s expression darkened; she understood her meaning, "Don’t worry about me, this isn’t your concern."

"Ah, alright then."

Sister Yuan shook her head, changing the topic, "When’s the next mission?"

"You’ll be notified in advance if there’s a mission."

"Got it."

"..."

...

Jingtian Forest Garden.

Villa No. 3.

As soon as Xia Shiqing entered the villa’s door, she eagerly jumped into Sun Zhe’s arms, clinging to him like an octopus.

"You little rascal, take off my shoes and carry me inside."

Sun Zhe knelt to remove her expensive heels, then cupped her soft buttocks, grinning mischievously, "Eager to punish me already?"

Xia Shiqing leaned forward to nibble his lip, her fragrance alluring, and playfully scolded, "Earlier in the private room, I didn’t channel energy. I was worried you’d be too tired. You thought your skills made it happen? Just wait, I’ll show you later."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe merely chuckled, thinking the Exquisite Empress Consort was unaware of his true strength, and raised an eyebrow, "Remember your rebellious manner, don’t beg me later."

Xia Shiqing feigned fear, "Seriously? Can you really? Try sending me to heaven tonight."

Sun Zhe said nothing, planning to prove with actions, and carried her to the flower bushes by the roadside.

Not long after.

Enchanting moans drifted from the midnight flower bushes.

From the garden’s flowers to the sports field, swimming pool, living room, and study, then the second floor hallway, balcony, and bathroom...

Every corner of the villa bore glistening marks.

By the time they reached the bed, dawn was breaking.

Sun Zhe stood beside the bed, sweating heavily, breathing like a bull, admiring the Exquisite Empress Consort writhing snake-like with a flicker of concern in his eyes.

"Indeed worthy of a Soul Void Realm Cultivator... so challenging."

Xia Shiqing looked languidly at her, eyes glistening with tears, panting softly, "You’re... not bad either, turning me inside out."

Suddenly, Sun Zhe gritted his teeth, lunging onto the bed to grab her stocking-clad ankle, "Empress, shall we go again?!"

Xia Shiqing’s eyes showed hesitation, yet she wouldn’t back down, "Bring it on. I’m just worried you can’t."

"..."

Not long after.

The one and a half-meter wide bed shook violently again.

When the bed stopped shaking, it was well into the morning, past eight o’clock.

After the final climactic wave, completely drained Sun Zhe barely mustered two drops, collapsing onto the Exquisite Empress Consort’s stomach to sleep deeply.

But Xia Shiqing fared no better, emptied, convulsing briefly before falling unconscious.

...

...

When Sun Zhe woke naturally, it was past six in the evening.

Turning his head, Xia Shiqing was nowhere to be seen, only a faint fragrance and a few strands of hair left on the pillow.

However, he could vaguely hear cooking sounds from downstairs, the clatter of spatula against pot.

Staring at the ceiling, he recalled last night’s wild escapade, the Exquisite Empress Consort losing herself in liberation, seductive beyond belief.

As he thought of those scenes, the exhausted sidekick began to stir.

"Incredible, incredible, health matters most; I really need to fight today."

Staring at a prominent bulge under the covers, Sun Zhe lamented, suppressing Yang Qi’s restlessness.

After a quick wash and tidy-up, Sun Zhe left his room and descended to the first floor.

Entering the kitchen, he was instantly brightened, seeing the Exquisite Empress Consort in a refined casual gown, fragrant hair pinned with a jade hairpin, radiating homely yet elegant nobility.

Admiring her enticing figure, Sun Zhe remembered Zhu Yan far away in Yang City.

Gradually, his Yang Qi stirred again, the previously dormant sidekick awakening once more.

Unable to endure it any longer, he strode over, hugging the slim waist that drove countless men wild, pressing his broad chest against the Exquisite Empress Consort’s back and buried his face in her neck, asking, "What are you cooking?"

"Cabbage, something light for dinner."

Sun Zhe chuckled, "I really like cabbage."

"Why’s that?"

Sun Zhe pondered, saying, "Because cabbage always becomes watery when cooked."

"You..."

Xia Shiqing’s ears reddened instantly, feeling something pressing against her lower back, twisting her waist and whining, "Oh, stop it, go wait outside."

But Sun Zhe hugged her tighter, greedily inhaling her scent, "The dignified Empress Consort, who would’ve thought she could cook?"

Xia Shiqing’s tone turned serious, "Sun Zhe, you need to leave."

Sun Zhe paused, "Why so suddenly aloof? Such a contrast between bed and off-bed?"

Xia Shiqing remained expressionless, "Last night was due to alcohol and feeling down, so I... In any case, we can’t continue like this; in the future, it’ll be better to... Hey, what are you doing?"

Before she finished, the dress hem reaching her ankles was rudely lifted by a large hand.

Snow-white legs were instantly exposed to the air.

Sun Zhe positioned his other hand at her lower back, forcefully pressing her towards the stove.

"Lean forward."

"Oh, stop... Sun Zhe, don’t do this."

"..."