Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 100: Seductive Female Disciple!

Looking at the sexy, alluring little thing before him, Sun Zhe was momentarily speechless.

He knew full well that Meng Shiyang was intentionally flirting with him. There was absolutely no need for her to straddle his legs just to have him pop a pimple.

Ever since Meng Shiyang had been assigned as his assistant, Sun Zhe had been teased by this female apprentice every day at work. He had grown somewhat accustomed to it by now.

"Shiya, my phone is on the table. So, shouldn’t you know what’s poking you by now?"

Hearing this, Meng Shiyang’s pretty face flushed red. The swaying of her hips on Sun Zhe’s lap ceased, and she lowered her head, speaking shyly, "Oh, Master... don’t be so blunt."

Sun Zhe sighed lightly. It was a mix of exasperation and amusement. This brazen female apprentice of his never focused on learning medicine; she only seemed to know how to flirt with her master. She was truly one of a kind.

"Alright, bring your face closer. I’ll help you pop that pimple."

"Okay!"

Her face beaming with a sweet expression, Meng Shiyang deliberately puffed out her chest and obediently leaned her face toward Sun Zhe.

As the sweet fragrance wafted into his nostrils, his "little brother" down below stood at attention even more enthusiastically, feeling as if it were about to burst. He forcibly restrained the beastly desires stirring within him and reached out, using his fingertips to gently squeeze the pimple at the corner of Meng Shiyang’s mouth.

"Ngh..."

However, the moment he touched her, Meng Shiyang couldn’t help but let out an enticing moan. "Ouch, that hurts... Master, be gentle. Are you always so rough with girls?"

"Alright, alright! I’ll be gentler!"

Meng Shiyang was straddling Sun Zhe’s thighs with her upper body leaning slightly forward, their position looking incredibly suggestive. With just a slight glance downwards, Sun Zhe could see the deep, snow-white cleavage through her loose collar. He could even make out her pale-yellow lace lingerie. Peeking through the gap at the edge of her bra cup, he could faintly discern a pink bud. A subtle, milky fragrance was driving his most primal desires into a frenzy.

Soon, Sun Zhe finished popping the pimple for Meng Shiyang, finally ending the "ordeal."

But Meng Shiyang didn’t get off. She remained on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing her face even closer. Her moist, glistening lips were almost touching his.

"Master, did you just see the little ’bud’ inside my collar?"

Sun Zhe smiled like an "honest man." "Yes, I saw it. But your master doesn’t look for free. I’ll give it a ’like’ for you."

Meng Shiyang said shyly, "I don’t want your ’like.’ I want you to squeeze that little ’bud’ for me."

Sun Zhe’s expression turned serious. He met her gaze and said, "Shiya, do you realize you’re playing with fire?"

At his words, Meng Shiyang began to gently grind her hips, pressing her soft rear against his "little brother" through her safety shorts and a thin layer of stockings. She purred, "Then would you like me to help you let off some steam, Master?"

Sun Zhe placed his hand on her slender waist. "You’ll be crying later."

"I won’t cry! I’m going to teach you a lesson, you naughty Master."

Sun Zhe said no more. Feeling the soft flesh grinding against him, he no longer wanted to suppress the restless Yang Qi surging within his body. He slid one hand under her pleated miniskirt, kneading her perky, soft bottom through the stockings. The soft, elastic flesh molded into various enticing shapes in his palm.

With eyes full of seduction, Meng Shiyang exhaled a fragrant breath. "Master, when you saw Sister Nanzhi earlier, were you thinking naughty thoughts?"

Sun Zhe chuckled. "Who wouldn’t be captivated by a great beauty like her?"

"Then tell me, am I prettier, or is Sister Nanzhi prettier?"

Sun Zhe stared at her face for a moment before saying, "You’re both beautiful."

In terms of facial features, Meng Shiyang was certainly on par with the recently departed Su Nanzhi; they just had different temperaments. Su Nanzhi was serene and noble, whereas Meng Shiyang was lively and playfully seductive, a bit like Ye Qiao. However, Ye Qiao’s coquettish side only came out when they were alone; she usually just appeared as a sweet girl with a pure allure. Meng Shiyang, on the other hand, exuded a constant, deeply ingrained sultriness that wasn’t overt but full of substance.

"Are we really both beautiful?"

"Really."

"So in your eyes, I’m a beauty too?"

"Of course."

"Then... does Master want Shiya?"

Hearing this, Sun Zhe nodded without hesitation. If he didn’t take a bite of such an exquisite beauty now that she was served up on a silver platter, he wouldn’t be a man! He had no desire to be a gentleman; being a gentleman was too exhausting. A man should live life to the fullest while he’s young and energetic. Play hard, play hard, play hard... That way, there would be no regrets when he grew old and lost his vigor.

At that moment, Sun Zhe’s other hand had already slipped under Meng Shiyang’s tight-fitting top, grabbing a full, soft mound through her bra. Meng Shiyang’s eyes were silky with lust. As he kneaded her, she let out soft whimpers and suddenly asked, "Master, can I ’have’ you?"

Sun Zhe gave a wicked smile. "I’m instant noodles."

"What do you mean?"

"To ’have’ me, you need boiling water," Sun Zhe explained. "The question is, are you hot enough?"

"You’re awful... you bad Master."

Meng Shiyang playfully bit his lip. Sun Zhe’s tongue darted out, taking the opportunity to easily part her pearly teeth and find the delicate tongue hidden within her fragrant mouth. Meng Shiyang slowly closed her eyes, pressing her full bust tightly against his solid chest as she wrapped her arms around his head, kissing him with abandon.

Time flowed by slowly.

After a long battle of tongues, a nearly breathless Meng Shiyang was the first to pull away. A fine, glistening thread of saliva stretched from her moist red lips as she asked shyly, "I still have a pimple on my face. Don’t you think it’s ugly?"

"It’s just one tiny pimple. It doesn’t affect your beauty at all."

"Really?"

"Really."

Meng Shiyang smiled sweetly, then whispered, "Master, can I touch your little brother, please?"

Sun Zhe looked offended. "What ’little’? He’s huge."

"I don’t believe you. I’ll have to touch it to know how big it is."

"Then go ahead."

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK...

Unexpectedly, a knock sounded at the door. In an instant, the flames of desire they had so painstakingly ignited with sweet nothings were mostly extinguished. In a panic, Meng Shiyang scrambled backward and hid under the desk.

Sun Zhe took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and pretended to stare at his computer screen. "Come in," he said.

A moment later, the door swung open. Sun Zhe looked up, and his heart skipped a beat. The visitor was none other than Meng Shiyang’s father, the hospital director, Meng Hailiang.

"Director, what brings you here?"

"Hehe... I came to see Divine Doctor Sun."

Meng Hailiang walked up to the desk, his face wreathed in smiles, completely unaware that his precious daughter was currently crouched beneath it.

"Divine Doctor Sun, where’s that girl of mine, Shiya? Is she slacking off again?"

"Uh..." Sun Zhe snuck a glance at Meng Shiyang under the desk, who was gazing at him with tender affection. "She’s not slacking off. She went to the corner store to buy something for me."

"Oh, I see."

Relieved to hear that Meng Shiyang wasn’t lazing about, Meng Hailiang said, "By the way, Divine Doctor Sun, I just heard that President Su of the Su Group came to see you."

"Ah... you mean Miss Su. Yes, she was here. What’s wrong?"

Sun Zhe’s reply was rather distracted. Under the desk, Meng Shiyang had already crawled onto his lap, undone his belt, and unleashed the giant, skyward-pointing dragon.

This female apprentice of his truly had guts! Her father was right here, and she still dared to play such a thrilling game!

At this moment, under the desk, Meng Shiyang was completely stunned. The colossal thing before her was even bigger than she had imagined.

Is... is this really a size a human is supposed to have?

Inhaling the potent, masculine scent, her heart pounded wildly. Her gaze grew hazy as she suddenly reached out, grasped the fiery shaft, and leaned in to lightly kiss the tip, which was as large as a duck’s egg, blunt, and searing hot. A transparent, glistening droplet of fluid had already beaded at the slit on the head, and her moist lips pulled it into a fine thread with just a light touch. She then extended the tip of her delicate tongue for a lick, discovering it had no particular taste.

She looked up at Sun Zhe, then slowly opened her mouth wide, striving to envelop the head.

HISS...

Sun Zhe couldn’t help but frown, sucking in a sharp breath. He desperately wanted to tell Meng Shiyang her teeth were scraping him, but with Meng Hailiang right there, all he could do was endure it.

"Divine Doctor Sun, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"