Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 138: Han Xinyue’s Fate

Inhaling the potent, masculine scent, Han Xinyue felt a sudden surge of desire, her vision blurring with lust.

At that moment, she couldn’t help but think—how wonderful would it be if this man wasn’t her enemy, but her own young wolf, to spend every night lost in passion?

Yet, the thought of her crippled son allowed her reason to overcome her lust.

Looking at the massive thing before her, her gaze turned fierce. She wished she could just bite it off in one go.

But she didn’t dare. With Sun Zhe’s strength, he could stop her the instant she applied any pressure with her teeth. Besides, doing so would only enrage this terrifying man completely.

In the quiet room, Sun Zhe suddenly spoke. "What, do you need me to teach you?"

He seemed impatient. He reached out, holding the base of his "giant dragon" and tapped its head against Han Xinyue’s moist, glistening lips. Then, he used the tip to pry her mouth open, pressing it against her front teeth. The motion smeared her lipstick onto its head.

Han Xinyue glared up at Sun Zhe, slapped his hand away, and then took hold of the burning hot erection herself.

"I know what to do! I don’t need you to teach me!"

Hearing this, Sun Zhe simply chuckled. He said nothing more as he leaned back against the sofa to enjoy the show.

Kneeling before the sofa, Han Xinyue took a slow, deep breath. She parted her lips and gently enveloped the blunt, round head.

After sucking for a moment, her soft tongue emerged. It slowly licked down the length of the throbbing, vein-roped shaft until it reached the base. She then opened her mouth wide, taking one testicle inside and squeezing it with her tongue.

"Ah..."

As her lips and tongue stimulated the nerve endings of his scrotum, Sun Zhe couldn’t help but squint, hissing in a deep, ecstatic breath.

He had to admit, Han Xinyue was incredibly skilled. Her technique wasn’t quite on par with Zhu Yan’s, but it wasn’t far off.

Meanwhile, Yue Changlin, still lying on the floor, watched the scene unfold. His eyes were bloodshot, and he felt as if his skull would crack from pure rage.

Something he never even dared to fantasize about was being realized by this young punk! His Madam’s noble, sensual lips were willingly servicing that ugly, disgusting thing! He hated it! He hated that his strength was inferior! If it weren’t, he would be the one enjoying himself right now, not Sun Zhe! Sun Zhe would be the one lying on the floor, forced to watch! 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Sun Zhe... If you have any guts... come at me!"

Sun Zhe glanced at him and smiled faintly. "I’m not interested in men, especially an old codger like you."

"If you want to watch, then shut your mouth and watch quietly. Keep whining, and I won’t hesitate to put you to sleep for a while."

Hearing this, Yue Changlin immediately clamped his mouth shut, not daring to make another sound. For some reason, a deep part of him desperately wanted to keep watching, terrified of missing even a second.

Han Xinyue, however, seemed to act as if the other two men didn’t exist. She focused intently on servicing the vile object in her mouth, wanting only to finish Sun Zhe off quickly.

She didn’t care if Yue Changlin was watching. It was pointless to care.

Sun Zhe had broken in tonight with the clear intention of deliberate humiliation and revenge. Therefore, any struggle or resistance from her would only add to his thrill. That being the case, it was better to obey and look for an opportunity to take him down in a single blow.

Just as she was lost in thought, Sun Zhe suddenly grabbed her head and shoved her face harshly into his crotch.

He then grabbed a handful of her fragrant hair with one hand, repeatedly forcing her head up and down, clearly enjoying himself.

In just a few moments, Han Xinyue’s eyes were rolling into the back of her head. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes as she retched uncontrollably, her delicate hands weakly slapping against Sun Zhe’s hairy legs, begging him to stop.

She couldn’t bear Sun Zhe’s rough treatment; she felt like she was about to suffocate. The thick, long rod was being forcefully jammed so deep it felt like it would tear through her delicate throat and plunge into her stomach.

However, Sun Zhe ignored her desperate pleas, becoming even rougher.

Watching this, Yue Changlin felt his heart shatter. Her rosy, cherry-like lips were stretched into an unbelievable shape. Her throat bulged with each of the beast’s invasions, and strands of saliva trickled from the corners of her mouth, down her pale neck, and into the snowy-white valley of her cleavage.

Such brutality... how could his Madam possibly endure it?

Seeing his goddess treated this way, Yue Changlin’s heart felt as if it were being twisted by a knife. Yet, for some reason, a strange, perverse thrill arose from deep within him.

Time crept by.

Finally, after nearly fifteen minutes of torment, Sun Zhe felt the moment coming. He pressed her face tightly into the thick patch of black hair and began to unload deep within her tender throat. The coarse, wiry hair scraped against her soft, delicate skin. The contrast was like a demon defiling an angel, a sight that was deeply pleasing to Sun Zhe’s eyes.

COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!

The moment Sun Zhe released her, Han Xinyue scrambled back, collapsing powerlessly onto the floor. She clutched her throat, coughing violently as thick, white fluid dribbled from the corner of her mouth, forming a large puddle on the clean floor.

Tears streamed from her reddened eyes, smearing her eyeliner and eyeshadow. She looked tragically beautiful, enough to stir a feeling of pity in anyone’s heart.

Although she had coughed up most of it, she had still swallowed some. The thought of having swallowed that disgusting filth made her glare at Sun Zhe with pure hatred.

"Sun Zhe... You will not die a good death!"

Sun Zhe ignored her, simply hissing in satisfaction. That blissful release lasted only a few seconds, yet it was a climax that countless men would spend their entire lives chasing.

A moment later, Sun Zhe stood up. He grabbed Han Xinyue’s slender, pale arm, yanked her up from the floor, and began pulling her toward a nearby room.

He wasn’t about to let Yue Changlin watch what came next. He wouldn’t give that old bastard a free show.

Han Xinyue felt completely powerless. She staggered along as Sun Zhe dragged her, having lost one of her high-heeled shoes somewhere along the way. When she saw that his erection was still hot and hard, showing no signs of softening, panic began to rise in her heart.

How could he still be so hard after just finishing? Just how much stamina does this monster have?

Back in the living room, Yue Changlin saw Sun Zhe drag Han Xinyue into the other room and struggled to get up. It was unclear whether he wanted to stop them or follow them to keep watching. But he had been too severely injured by Sun Zhe. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t get to his feet.

Helpless, he could only continue to lie there, seething with impotent rage.

A few minutes later, he suddenly heard Han Xinyue’s long, drawn-out moans. They sounded like cries of pain, yet they were also tinged with pleasure.

"Madam... No! Sun Zhe, you animal, let her go! Someday, I will tear you limb from limb!" he roared hysterically.

"Mmm... ah... ahh... it’s too deep... be gentler..."

But the only response to his cries was the desperate moans of the goddess of his dreams, punctuated by the dull, wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

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