Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 116: Conquering Leng Yueshuang
The air suddenly fell silent.
As she felt the scorching-hot behemoth slowly push its way inside her, Leng Yueshuang’s eyes widened, her fists clenched tighter, and her delicate body couldn’t help but tremble.
"Why... why does it hurt so much?"
A sudden panic seized her. She turned her head to stare at Sun Zhe, her eyes filled with resistance, silently begging him to pull out immediately.
However, Sun Zhe had no intention of considering her feelings at that moment. The turmoil of Yang Qi within him, amplified by the aphrodisiac, had already stripped him of his sanity.
The blunt, massive tip slowly and steadily pressed inward. The thick, veined shaft was enveloped by two pink lips, gradually disappearing into the honeyed grotto as if vanishing completely.
Suddenly, Sun Zhe felt an obstruction—a thin membrane. He wasn’t surprised. A proud woman like Leng Yueshuang would never let a man into her bed easily, so it was no wonder this membrane was still intact.
Without a shred of pity, and under the potent stimulation of the drug, Sun Zhe’s expression grew even more ferocious. He continued to thrust his hips forward, ruthlessly tearing through that thin barrier!
"AH... Don’t!"
The sharp, tearing pain made Leng Yueshuang’s elegant brows furrow tightly. She could no longer maintain her cold arrogance. She quickly reached out to grip Sun Zhe’s shoulders, her pitiful eyes pleading with resistance. But Sun Zhe was oblivious. Not only did he not stop, but he actually increased his force!
Finally, his long spear broke through the obstacle. Tightly encased by layers of hot, wet folds, it continued to delve deeper until its tip pressed against the tender flower bud at the end of the honeyed grotto.
At that moment, Leng Yueshuang was in so much pain that tears welled in her eyes. Her delicate body twitched uncontrollably, her slender waist arched upward, and she clutched Sun Zhe’s shoulders so tightly that her sharp nails nearly pierced his skin. However, before she could even catch her breath, the deranged Sun Zhe began to thrust with wild abandon.
"Ah... Nngh... Sun Zhe, don’t..."
The tearing pain and the sore, swollen feeling of being filled made her feel as if she was on the verge of breaking down. She hadn’t felt this much pain when she was burned by fire or stabbed with a knife; she hadn’t even batted an eye then. But this current pain was unbearable.
Watching the crazed look on the man above her, she gradually gave up her struggle. She turned her face to the side again, silently enduring the pain as she bit her lower lip, forcing herself not to make a sound.
Time passed bit by bit. At some point, the tearing pain vanished. The newly breached passage gradually adapted to the size of the great dragon. An unprecedented, wonderful sensation spread through her body and soul as the flower bud was repeatedly struck.
It was an ineffable beauty, like a spring drizzle nurturing all life, or flowers blooming wantonly across a vast prairie.
She couldn’t help but want to cry out, but seeing the arrogant expression on the man above her, she refused to acknowledge the sensation. So, out of spite, she continued to maintain her cold demeanor, pretending to feel nothing at all.
With each powerful thrust, Sun Zhe was drenched in sweat. Under the drug’s intense stimulation, he only felt a torturous swelling in his lower body. He wanted nothing more than to unleash it all, to go on until the end of time. As the reddened dragon thrust in and out, her juices splattered about, soaking his abdomen and the sofa beneath them.
Unconsciously, her two stocking-clad legs had clamped tightly around his waist. Her exquisite, sexy high heels dangled precariously from her toes, and her crystalline toes, wrapped in silk, curled and uncurled.
In this frantic, timeless storm, after an unknown amount of time, the fragrant body beneath him suddenly began to spasm violently! Feeling the honeyed grotto clench and pulse around him, Sun Zhe knew Leng Yueshuang was about to climax. He immediately increased his pace and force.
"MMM... MMM..."
Leng Yueshuang’s elegant brows furrowed. The coldness was long gone from her eyes, replaced by a hazy, intoxicating passion. She gently bit the back of her hand, letting out soft, alluring moans through her nose. As a sensation akin to the need to urinate welled up from deep within her, an uncontrollable torrent of hot nectar gushed forth. It was like a bursting dam, spraying from the overstuffed grotto with no signs of stopping.
"Ngh... You have to stop..."
Her eyes rolled back slightly, her composed expression crumbling. She looked at the man on top of her with pleading eyes. But Sun Zhe only became more ferocious, showing no mercy.
A moment later, Sun Zhe positioned Leng Yueshuang on her side. He straddled one of her silk-clad legs, grinding his crotch against her thigh to feel its smooth texture, while his hand lifted her other leg to hold it in his arms. At the same time, his other hand reached down. His thumb began to rub the small, already-erect bud nestled within her fragrant grove as his hips crashed against her with even greater ferocity.
"Mmm... Ah..."
Leng Yueshuang bit her lip, her head shaking from side to side. She reached down to press against the large hand that was teasing her sensitive bud.
"Sun Zhe, stop! I can’t take it anymore!" she cried out. "Stop!"
「Sometime after four in the morning.」
As the drug’s effects gradually wore off, Sun Zhe finally regained some of his senses. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and slowly withdrew his weapon from the grotto.
With a soft PLOP, the large weapon was completely extracted. But the stretched pink entrance pulsed open and closed, as if yearning for the weapon that had just left. It couldn’t seem to close completely, and a thick, white liquid gurgled out.
Sun Zhe sat on the sofa, cleaning the "crime weapon" with a tissue. He let out a long sigh. He didn’t know how many times it had been. He only knew that he had been frenzied, splashing his seed both inside and outside Leng Yueshuang like a tireless electric motor. If the drug hadn’t worn off, he could have kept going.
At this moment, Leng Yueshuang was in a semi-conscious state, lying limply on the sofa. Her high, full chest rose and fell as she panted silently. Her entire body was flushed with the pink afterglow of her climax. Clear finger marks from his squeezing were visible on her full breasts. Her fair stomach was covered with his seed, a sticky mess that had even filled her navel. Her lovely face, partially obscured by disheveled strands of hair, was also smeared with his seed. It was like a layer of "aloe vera gel" had been applied, so thick she couldn’t even open her eyes. The pungent, sticky fluid mingled with the seductive eyeshadow on her eyelids, looking like a beautiful work of art that had been cruelly defaced, evoking a sense of pity.
Sun Zhe secretly admired the tragic beauty of the defeated ice goddess. A flicker of guilt crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of satisfaction and vindication.
"You can only blame yourself for trying to drug me," he said. "It was completely unnecessary."
"But seriously, an ice queen like you, President Leng, looks truly beautiful when you climax."
Leng Yueshuang wiped the "aloe vera gel" from her face. She opened her eyes, stared coldly at him, and spat out a single, frigid word, "Scram."
Hearing this, Sun Zhe shrugged, picked up his clothes from the floor, and started to get dressed.
"President Leng, how about you give me a ride..."
"Get out!"
Before he could finish his sentence, a stocking-clad foot ruthlessly kicked him in the abdomen.
"OW!"
The kick sent a cry of pain out of Sun Zhe. His face flushed red, and he quickly doubled over, clutching his stomach. Leng Yueshuang’s kick was filled with fury and pent-up frustration. It was incredibly forceful; if it had landed a little lower, it would have destroyed his manhood.
"I don’t want to see you again. Scram!"
In a pained voice, Sun Zhe said, "President Leng, it’s not like I just fucked you and left. Why are you the one getting hostile first?"
"You climaxed so many times your first time. Just admit it, I made you feel good, didn’t I?"
"GET OUT!"
Leng Yueshuang couldn’t bear it any longer. She pulled a small throwing knife from somewhere and hurled it at Sun Zhe.
Sun Zhe jumped in fright. He pulled up his pants and bolted.
I guess I didn’t fuck her hard enough.
