Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 101: Meng Shiyang’s Strange Fetish

"Uh... it’s nothing. I’ve just been sitting for too long, and my back is a little uncomfortable."

Sun Zhe endured the strange sensation of Meng Shiyang’s teeth grazing against him and offered Meng Hailiang a polite smile.

Meng Hailiang said with concern, "That won’t do. Sitting all the time really is bad for your back. You should stand up and walk around occasionally."

"The Director is right. I should move around more often."

Sun Zhe forced a smile and gently squeezed Meng Shiyang’s shoulders with his knees, signaling her to be still. He then asked, "Director, did you come looking for me because of Miss Su?"

Meng Hailiang smiled, a bit embarrassed, and asked, "She came to see you for a medical consultation?"

"Mm, you could say that."

Meng Hailiang asked urgently, "So you saw her?"

"Yes, I did. It’s actually not a difficult illness to treat. I’ve already written her a prescription, and I believe she’ll recover very soon."

Seeing Sun Zhe’s casual and confident demeanor, Meng Hailiang was overjoyed. He clapped his hands and said, "That’s wonderful! You truly are Divine Doctor Sun!"

"Whether our hospital receives funding from Hengyun Pharmaceutical will all depend on you, Divine Doctor Sun!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe frowned. "Hengyun Pharmaceutical?" He had heard Gu Lingxue mention this pharmaceutical company before.

Hengyun Pharmaceutical was one of the leading companies in Hua Country’s entire pharmaceutical industry. Many of the specialized medicines on the market today were developed by this company.

"Director, is this Miss Su from Hengyun Pharmaceutical?"

Meng Hailiang chuckled. "She’s more than just ’from’ Hengyun Pharmaceutical. She is the president of Hengyun Pharmaceutical!"

At that moment, he looked at Sun Zhe as if he were a living deity, to the point that he wanted to light incense and worship him.

Since Sun Zhe was a doctor at Yangcheng People’s Hospital, if he cured Su Nanzhi, the entire hospital would bask in his glory. Furthermore, they could forge a closer relationship with Hengyun Pharmaceutical.

The sheer scale of the benefits was beyond anything Meng Hailiang dared to imagine.

Sun Zhe remarked with a sigh, "I didn’t expect someone so young to be the president of Hengyun Pharmaceutical."

Meng Hailiang laughed. "Just like you, President Su is also young and accomplished. Then again, she did inherit the company from her father."

"..."

After some more pleasantries, Sun Zhe found an excuse to send Meng Hailiang away. He was afraid that if the Director stayed any longer, his secret would be exposed.

Because Meng Shiyang, who was under the desk, had already begun to escalate things.

The moment Meng Hailiang left, Sun Zhe impatiently dragged Meng Shiyang out from under his desk.

"You grazed me with your teeth five times just now. You did that on purpose, didn’t you?"

"It’s a good thing that I, your master, have such strong self-control. If you had exposed me and your dad found out, we’d both be screwed!"

Facing Sun Zhe’s accusation, Meng Shiyang looked aggrieved. "I did not... Master, you’re wronging me."

"I’ve never... done this for anyone before. This is my first time."

"Besides, who told you to be so big, Master? You’re so hard to manage. I’m already trying my best, but I still can’t take you all the way in..."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe gave a wicked smirk. "Then let’s not ’eat’ anymore. Now it’s my turn to punish you."

Meng Shiyang looked at him with anticipation. "So how are you going to punish me, Master?"

Eager for revenge, Sun Zhe said no more. He reached out one hand to take hers while using the other to hold up his loosened waistband, leading her toward the small breakroom inside the office.

「Moments later.」

Meng Shiyang lay obediently on the small cot, her legs raised and spread apart. Her two stockinged feet rested on the edge of the cot as she provocatively beckoned to Sun Zhe with a finger.

"Come on, Master. Let’s have some fun. We’ve got all the time in the world."

Sun Zhe stood directly in front of her. From his angle, Meng Shiyang’s body formed the shape of a capital ’M’.

"So you’re singing now, you little vixen? Remember this provocative look of yours. Don’t come crying and begging me to spare you later."

Hearing this, Meng Shiyang let out a light snort. Her beautiful eyes blinked once, and she rolled them disdainfully. A corner of her lip curled up to reveal pearly white teeth, flashing Sun Zhe the "disgust" expression that had been trending online.

"I’m more afraid that you’re all show and no go, Master."

Seeing her "disgust" expression, Sun Zhe nearly lost his mind. He felt that at this moment, she was the woman in the world who was most begging to be fucked.

"Then let me show you if I’m useless or if you just can’t take a pounding!"

With that, he pounced on her and, with a few tugs, stripped her upper body down to her bra. He then shoved the lacy garment upward, and two large, white mounds bounced free.

Sun Zhe showed no mercy, grabbing one in each hand and kneading them forcefully as if they were dough.

Her soft, full flesh was kneaded into all sorts of captivating shapes in his slightly rough palms. The strange beauty of the sensation made Meng Shiyang close her eyes in a blissful haze.

"Ah... Master, you’re so bad... Don’t squeeze Shiya’s breasts..."

While whimpering seductively, Meng Shiyang lifted her pleated miniskirt. With a twist of her hips and waist, she pushed her pantyhose, safety shorts, and lacy panties down to her knees all at once.

The half-removed pantyhose hung loosely around her calves, their alluring creases making the sight even more tantalizing.

Sun Zhe stared at the glistening, well-watered paradise between her legs, feeling an unbearable urge to charge into battle.

Fortunately, Meng Shiyang had already thoroughly lubricated him under the desk earlier, which saved him some trouble now.

Just then, however, Meng Shiyang reached out a hand to stop his advancing stomach. She looked up at him and asked, "Master, do you mind that I’m not a virgin anymore?"

Hearing this, Sun Zhe couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment.

But to say he minded would be a complete lie.

He didn’t have a fetish for virgins. How many virgins could there be in the world?

So, he asked in return, "Then do you mind that I’m not a virgin?"

The air suddenly fell silent.

Their eyes met, and they shared a knowing smile without saying another word.

Afterward, Sun Zhe leaned in. He guided his weapon with one hand, using the blunt, thick head to gently knock on her door before rubbing it lightly up and down.

Only when Meng Shiyang, stirred by passion, began to secrete even more fragrant honey did he use the head to part her two pink, juicy petals and slowly advance toward the depths of her peach paradise.

"Ooh..."

Yet before he was even halfway in, Meng Shiyang couldn’t help but whimper. Her fine brows knitted together in a pained expression.

"Shiya, are you okay?"

Sun Zhe knew how large he was and stopped, worried that she couldn’t take it.

Meng Shiyang turned her face to the side and said stubbornly, "Are you looking down on me? Just come at me."

Sun Zhe said no more. He grabbed her soft, beautiful legs—still clad in stockings down to the knees—held them together, and pointed them straight up. Then, with a sudden, powerful thrust of his hips, he drove his way deep into her core.

"AH—!"

Meng Shiyang’s body trembled as her eyes rolled back into her head. Her hands gripped the bedsheets beneath her as a long, fragrant moan escaped her lips.

The extreme feeling of being filled, a deep, stretching ache, was a sensation her ex-boyfriend had never come close to giving her.

For a moment, she felt like she was going to lose her mind, wanting only to be submerged in this feeling forever.

"You bad Master, be a little gentle."

Sun Zhe didn’t speak, beginning to thrust with a steady rhythm.

...

After just over a hundred thrusts, Meng Shiyang felt a building pressure deep within her.

She didn’t want to release her floodgates just yet, so she hastily pushed Sun Zhe away, flipped over to kneel on the bed, and presented her fragrant bottom high in the air toward him.

"Master, can we change positions?"

Sun Zhe said nothing, lifting his slick, dripping shaft to plunge deep inside her once more.

Meng Shiyang suddenly spoke up, "Master, will you tie me up?"

Hearing this, Sun Zhe froze, surprised. "You have this kink too?"

"Oh, come on. I just think it’s exciting. It gives me the feeling of being forced."

She turned her head to look back at Sun Zhe, her expression a mix of shyness and provocation. She said softly, "What girl doesn’t dream of being tied up and fucked by her dreamboat?"

Hearing these shameless words, Sun Zhe’s gaze grew fiery. He sighed internally; this little vixen was going to be the death of him.

But on second thought, it did sound incredibly stimulating, so he decided to give it a try.

He looked around. "What should I use to tie you up?"

At his words, Meng Shiyang shifted her delicate body to the edge of the bed. Under Sun Zhe’s watchful eyes, she began to improvise with the materials at hand.

She took off her pantyhose. Then she bundled the stockings, her safety shorts, and her lacy panties together into a ball and tossed it to Sun Zhe. "Here," she purred, "I’ve given you the props. The rest is up to you."

With that, she shifted back into her kneeling position and proactively crossed her hands behind her back.

"First, use my stockings to tie my hands behind me."

"..."