Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 102: Help Me Apply Medicine

Faced with such an exquisite request from Meng Shiyang, Sun Zhe couldn’t find a reason to refuse. He hurriedly smoothed out the crumpled three-piece set, then used the pantyhose to tie her hands, crossed behind her back.

As her hands were bound, Meng Shiyang’s snow-white, peach-like buttocks arched even higher. She even wiggled at Sun Zhe a few times and said coquettishly, "Master, you’d better gag me."

In the heat of the moment, Sun Zhe asked curiously, "Why gag you?"

Meng Shiyang replied, "Because I’m going to curse at you later, and my insults can be quite nasty."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe fell silent for a few seconds before suddenly understanding her meaning. He then balled up the remaining panties and safety shorts and roughly stuffed them into her mouth, sealing her small, cherry-red lips.

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph...!"

Meng Shiyang let out muffled cries, her highly arched rear swaying ceaselessly, as if taunting Sun Zhe. The inexplicable stimulation hastened the secretion of her nectar, which slowly trickled down her snow-white thighs. Her upper body lay powerlessly on the bed, her ample bosom pressed flat against the mattress. As she wiggled her peachy bottom at Sun Zhe, her muffled hums seemed to urge him to hurry up.

Sun Zhe gazed at the beauty he was "abusing," his lust flaring to an unprecedented intensity. His breathing grew ragged as he raised his spear and charged!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

The dull thuds of flesh striking flesh faintly drifted out of the office’s small cubicle. Sun Zhe was like a crazed beast. He gripped a large handful of Meng Shiyang’s fragrant hair, yanking her head back until her swan-like neck was stretched to its limit.

Enduring the man’s violent thrusts from behind, Meng Shiyang whimpered relentlessly, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as tears streamed down her face.

After just over two hundred thrusts, Sun Zhe felt her inner passage begin to clench and writhe as her delicate body convulsed. He knew Meng Shiyang had reached her peak, but he was only just getting started. He decisively withdrew his glistening weapon and flipped her spraying, pliant body onto its side.

After changing positions, he once again went on the attack with his weapon, which was coated in a white fluid. He straightened one of Meng Shiyang’s long, snow-white legs, held it in his arms, and continued his ferocious assault!

"Mmph... mmph..."

Meng Shiyang gazed at Sun Zhe with tear-filled eyes, as if trying to say something. However, her mouth was stuffed with her own panties, rendering her words completely unintelligible. From her pleading, pitiful gaze, Sun Zhe could guess she was begging for mercy. But in his fervent state, having almost lost all reason, he had no intention of sparing her.

As the great dragon plunged in and out, her tender secret garden gradually swelled and turned red, its once-pink petals becoming crimson and engorged. Each withdrawal of the bulging, veiny dragon brought out more of her nectar, which accumulated at its base until it formed a ring of white fluid. It even created sticky white strands stretching between Sun Zhe’s abdomen and the root of her thigh.

Sun Zhe looked down at their wonderful union. He alternated between admiring the delicate garden under his siege and Meng Shiyang’s stunningly flushed face. The intense, unspoken stimulation drove his pace faster and faster.

Time trickled by. Every second, Meng Shiyang endured at least two impacts.

After several hundred more thrusts, Sun Zhe suddenly stopped. He untied the pantyhose from Meng Shiyang’s wrists and laid her on her back. Then, he pinned both of her wrists above her head with one hand, her arms crossed.

"Shiya, this is just the beginning..."

...

This disciplinary lesson for his female disciple lasted until lunchtime.

Sun Zhe stood by the bed, panting like an ox. He held his glistening weapon with one hand as it sprayed all over Meng Shiyang’s stomach. Meng Shiyang’s delicate body convulsed as she lay limp on the bed, eyes rolled back, seemingly having passed out.

After his climax, Sun Zhe sat on the edge of the bed to catch his breath, quietly cultivating his energy to digest the Yin Essence he had harvested from Meng Shiyang. He had absorbed plenty of Yin Essence from this battle, but it was just a drop in the bucket for the pea-sized Inner Core in his Dantian.

「A short while later.」

Sun Zhe reached out and removed the soft bundle of cloth from Meng Shiyang’s mouth, then gently pinched her cheek. "Shiya, wake up. Are you alright?"

Meng Shiyang’s eyes gradually returned to normal. Her beautiful gaze, hazy with desire, rested on Sun Zhe, filled with infinite affection.

"Master, if you had kept going, you really would have fucked me to death today..."

Sun Zhe chuckled. He pulled out a tissue to gently wipe her secret garden and said, "Who told you to keep teasing me every day? This is your punishment."

Meng Shiyang suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist and smiled sweetly. "Handsome, talented, and so huge and amazing in bed... You’re the man of my dreams! I’m totally in love with you!"

Sun Zhe wore a strange expression. "You fell in love with me after just one time?"

Meng Shiyang hummed softly. "There’s a saying: the quickest way to a woman’s heart is through the path down below. So, Master, you’ve already walked right into my heart."

Sun Zhe shook his head with a light laugh. "That’s a new one for me."

"Song Ailing said it," Meng Shiyang replied.

Sun Zhe ruffled her hair, changing the subject. "You don’t look like you want to move. Why don’t you rest for a while? I’ll go get you some food from the cafeteria."

"Mmm... Okay. Oh, by the way, Master, why don’t you sleep over at my place tonight?"

Sun Zhe asked, "Are your parents home?"

"I moved out a long time ago. I live alone now."

Sun Zhe smiled. "Then maybe next time. I have other plans tonight."

This morning, he had decided to visit Leng Yueshuang after work to deliver the scar-removal ointment, so he had to decline Meng Shiyang’s kind offer.

"Alright then."

...

For the rest of the afternoon, Meng Shiyang stayed in bed to rest. She couldn’t endure any more activity and was unable to even get up. With no other choice, Sun Zhe had to quietly endure his unspent desire, passing the time with cultivation.

「Night fell in the blink of an eye.」

After parting ways with Meng Shiyang, Sun Zhe leisurely rode his small electric scooter to Leng Yueshuang’s apartment.

As soon as he walked in, he saw Leng Yueshuang sitting on the sofa, eating fruit and watching TV.

"President Leng, I’m here to bring you the scar-removal ointment."

"Hmm, just leave it there."

Leng Yueshuang kept her eyes fixed on the TV screen, not even glancing at Sun Zhe.

Sun Zhe placed the mineral water bottle containing the scar-removal ointment on the coffee table. He snuck a peek at Leng Yueshuang and felt his Yang Qi stir within him. The iceberg beauty was wearing only a silk nightgown with a low neckline and a short hem. She sat elegantly on the sofa with her snow-white legs crossed, her posture as captivating as could be.

Damn... here we go again!

Sun Zhe cursed inwardly. He quickly averted his gaze and forcibly suppressed his Yang Qi. "In that case, President Leng, I’ll be going."

Leng Yueshuang suddenly looked at him. "You’re not going to help me apply the ointment before you leave?"

"Ah?"

Sun Zhe froze. "You want me to help you apply it?"

Leng Yueshuang remained expressionless. "Ning Yue isn’t here, so I can only ask you."

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