The Fragrance of My Hot Patients

Chenyang had expected he might not be able to hold back.

After all, he was facing Liu Yun, a supreme stunner whose looks and temperament were on par with Qin Fei’Er.

But he thought he could hold out until the treatment was over.

At the very least, he’d be fine until the acupuncture was done.

But now, the blood in his veins was practically boiling. The "guy" down below was standing tall and proud, feeling like it was about to burst from the pressure.

You couldn’t blame his lack of self-control; Liu Yun was just that enchanting.

Her soft moans and the slight twisting of her delicate body had been just barely manageable.

But as her pleasure peaked, her moans became so delicate they could melt bone. Her alluring expressions, her heaving chest, and her delicate pink folds nearly pressing right against him—the visual impact was explosive, and her seductive power was on full display.

It was no exaggeration to say that in a scene like this, even a man who hadn’t been able to get it up in five years would feel his blood boil and become hard as steel.

Chenyang couldn’t take it anymore, nor did he want to.

As he spoke, he grabbed her fair, beautiful legs and thrust himself closer.

His impressive length, trembling slightly, pressed directly against her dewy, pink entrance.

The scalding heat from his massive erection made Liu Yun, who was still basking in the afterglow of her climax, tremble. The tingling numbness that had just faded swept over her once more.

One wave of pleasure had barely receded before another began to rise.

She felt he wouldn’t even need to slide all the way in to bring her to a second, blissful climax.

She desperately wanted it.

The massage and teasing had awakened more than a year of pent-up loneliness.

Endless desire was rapidly consuming her reason.

Her growing hunger and thirst made her want to push Chenyang down, lift her long legs, and ride him.

But just as these impulsive thoughts began to surface, her husband’s face suddenly appeared in her mind.

It was like a basin of cold water being thrown on a freshly lit fire.

"N-No... we can’t."

"Xiaochen, we can’t do this. I have a husband."

"But Sister Liu, I’m in agony. If this keeps up, I really won’t be able to focus on your treatment."

"Why don’t you go take a cold shower to calm down?"

"I don’t want to." Chenyang shook his head forcefully. Overcome by impulsive desire, he cast all hesitation aside. He pulled her beautiful legs, drawing her closer, and slammed his hips forward.

"Sister Liu, just let me have it once. I’m really suffering here."

"Afterward, I’ll treat you properly. I promise I’ll cure your illness. Besides, I’m an expert in the Daoist art of harmonizing yin and yang. With my abilities, I can complete the third step for you. That way, you’d not only be helping me, but you’d also be completely curing your condition."

Chenyang spoke as he frantically searched for the opening he so desperately wanted to fill.

But whether it was because he was too hasty or because Liu Yun kept squirming away, more than ten seconds passed and he still couldn’t get it in.

He was covered in sweat and growing frustrated.

Just as he took a deep breath and tightened his grip to keep Liu Yun from moving, she suddenly reached out a hand.

"Xiaochen, don’t... don’t do it like this."

"About the final step... I admit, having you help is the most suitable option. I’ve had that thought myself."

"But... but I still have reservations. Can you let me think about it a little more?"

Chenyang frowned. "Sister Liu, I can’t wait."

"I... I can help you in another way. Is that okay?"

"What other way?"

As Chenyang asked, he felt Liu Yun’s small hand reach out and grasp his fierce, throbbing member, then begin to gently stroke it.

Her slender, delicate fingers wrapped around his steel-like erection. As she quickened her pace, the feeling of being on the verge of losing control began to subside slightly.

But it wasn’t enough!

"Sister Liu, this doesn’t feel that good."

"I know."

Liu Yun’s expression was complicated.

She was both surprised and conflicted.

Surprised because Chenyang’s member was simply terrifying in its size.

Liu Yun had worked in the hospital for many years; she had seen all kinds—curved, straight, thick, and short.

But she had never seen one with Chenyang’s size and hardness before.

Besides, seeing it was completely different from touching it.

And she was conflicted because she knew that for something this massive, her hand alone would never be enough to satisfy him.

But if not her hand, that only left her mouth or the part of her down below.

She didn’t want to let Chenyang take her ’down there.’

As for her mouth... she had never done *that* for a man before.

"Sister Liu, I... I’m in agony."

Seeing the pained look on Chenyang’s face, Liu Yun steeled herself, slowly turning over and getting on her hands and knees.

Then, her thin, moist, red lips slowly parted and swallowed down his massive member.