Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 173: Zhu Yan’s Jealousy
Zhu Yan stood dazed at the doorway, a heady, musky scent assaulting her senses. Looking at the chaotic room, she felt her own thoughts fall into disarray.
It’s like the emperor’s harem.
The bed and the floor before it were strewn with sexy lingerie, and a lone high heel had been tossed onto the nightstand. On that large bed, Ye Qiao and Li Shiyan were asleep in each other’s arms.
The stocking on Li Shiyan’s left leg had slipped down to her ankle, while the one on her right was still on, though it was now riddled with large holes. Ye Qiao, on the other hand, was completely naked, save for the high heel still on her right foot. There was a sticky mess between her tightly shut thighs, where a few mischievous pubic hairs peeked out, glistening with moisture.
Seeing this, Zhu Yan couldn’t help but press a hand to her forehead and sigh. These young people today just don’t know any moderation!
But as someone who had been there, Zhu Yan could see that both women were utterly exhausted and needed to rest, so she didn’t make a sound to disturb them. After all, Sun Zhe had fucked her into a similar state more than once, leaving her unable to get out of bed or even walk with her legs together.
WHOOSH...
Amid her thoughts, the sound of a toilet flushing suddenly echoed from the bathroom. Sun Zhe, naked and drowsy, walked out and immediately saw Zhu Yan standing at the door.
"Stepmom, you’re up so early?"
Zhu Yan rolled her eyes, silently appreciating his abs and pecs before her gaze dropped to his limp member. An itch bloomed between her legs, and she said coquettishly, "Early? Have you even looked at the time? It’s almost time for work!" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Sun Zhe scratched his head. "I’m not going to work today. I need to go to President Lin’s place to treat her leg."
Hearing this, Zhu Yan said nothing and simply turned to leave. Sun Zhe stood his ground, his eyes fixed on her sexy, swaying backside. He felt a wave of helplessness; the spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak.
After taking on two women the previous night, he’d been left so drained that it hurt just to piss this morning. He was completely out of energy. He hadn’t come out on the losing end, however, as he had absorbed a significant amount of Yin Essence from them both.
Sigh, it seems I really need to practice some self-control. If I keep this up every day, not even my Pure Yang Holy Body or the Yin Yang Sacred Heart Technique will be able to take it.
Gazing at the two women still sleeping soundly on the bed, Sun Zhe pressed a hand to his forehead and sighed. He gently pulled the blanket over them before heading off to wash up and change. Only then did he go downstairs for breakfast.
「At the dining table.」
"Stepmom, are you in a rush for work today?" Sun Zhe suddenly asked, looking at Zhu Yan across the table.
In response, Zhu Yan kicked his calf irritably with her stocking-clad foot and pouted, "Even if I’m not, I don’t want to talk to you!"
Sun Zhe wore a strange expression. "That’s not what I meant. I was thinking... when you leave for work, maybe I could hitch a ride? You could drop me at President Lin’s house."
Hearing this only made Zhu Yan angrier. Her face turned sullen, and she lifted her stocking-clad leg to kick him again.
This time, however, Sun Zhe was quicker. His hand shot under the table, easily catching her kicking foot. He then began to playfully rub her stocking-clad foot with one hand while he continued to eat his breakfast.
As he played with it, his Yang Qi began to stir, and he felt a surprising amount of the Primordial Qi he had expended last night begin to recover.
"Mmm... Ah Zhe, Stepmom’s ticklish... Let go."
Sun Zhe knew full well how sensitive her feet were. He clamped her stockinged foot between his knees and asked with a wicked grin, "Where are you ticklish, Stepmom?"
Zhu Yan shot him a glare and ignored him.
Sun Zhe suddenly asked, "Are you angry that I didn’t spend the night with you?"
Zhu Yan said nothing, allowing him to continue toying with her foot. She forcefully suppressed the flames of desire igniting within her and kept her head down, focusing on her breakfast.
In truth, she felt incredibly conflicted. She didn’t know when it started, but she had begun to rely on Sun Zhe, like a little girl. It wasn’t just a physical dependence, but a mental one as well.
She just wanted to be with him every moment of every day and never be apart. Even if they did nothing at all—just looking at him or holding him was enough to make her feel completely content. Seeing him with other women was something she found deeply difficult to accept. It always felt as if something that belonged to her was being stolen away.
"Stepmom, what’s wrong?" Sun Zhe’s voice suddenly cut through the silence.
Zhu Yan snapped back to reality and collected her thoughts. "What are you doing? Let go! Playing with my feet while you eat... Aren’t you grossed out?"
Sun Zhe abruptly put down his chopsticks. Without a word, he scrambled under the table. He grabbed her stocking-clad knees and pushed her legs apart.
Zhu Yan instantly realized his intentions, and her face flushed crimson. "Ah Zhe, don’t do this..."
But Sun Zhe paid her no mind. He reached up and unzipped her form-fitting work skirt, hiking it up to expose her beautiful legs, which were sheathed in sheer, flesh-toned stockings.
Zhu Yan struggled for a moment out of pure reflex, but when his hot mouth and tongue made contact with her secret garden through the thin pantyhose, she surrendered completely. She threw her head back, letting out a melodious moan as her chopsticks clattered to the floor. Instinctively, her slender hands reached down to press his head closer.
"You naughty little rascal... I really don’t know what to do with you."
Sun Zhe looked up at her. "Stepmom, my lips are a little dry. Will you help me put on some lip balm?"
Zhu Yan replied, "My lip balm is in my room..."
Before she could finish, Sun Zhe once again dove back under her skirt. It was only then that she finally understood—*this* was the lip balm Sun Zhe was talking about.
"Oh, you naughty boy! Can you take them off first...? Stepmom just put on fresh panties this morning."
Not wanting to have to change her underwear again before work, Zhu Yan stood up and pulled her pantyhose, along with her lace panties, down to her knees. She then sat back down, spreading her beautiful, snow-white legs wide and unreservedly exposing her private garden to the man beneath the table.
Sun Zhe’s hand reached out. Parting the dark thatch of hair, he found that she was already drenched. She had probably gotten wet while he was playing with her foot. He took a slow breath and, without any hesitation, dove right in.
SLURP... SLURP...
The lewd sound of splashing water soon drifted out from under the table. Zhu Yan gripped her chopsticks tightly in one hand and the edge of the table with the other. Her brows were knitted, her teeth bit into her pink lip, and her expression was one of both pain and pleasure.
"Ah Zhe... It’s too... Your tongue is too deep... Stepmom can’t take it anymore..."
Sun Zhe suddenly shot up from under the table. He pushed her and the chair back, then yanked down his pants, unleashing his great dragon.
As the overwhelming masculine scent washed over her, Zhu Yan’s heart fluttered and her eyes instantly glazed over with desire. Sun Zhe kicked off her fuzzy house slippers and pulled the stocking completely off her left leg. Lowering his waist, he sank into a horse stance, readying his spear for battle.
Zhu Yan cooperatively raised her legs, clamping them around his waist. At the same time, her hands reached up and back to grip the back of the chair, securing her body to brace for Sun Zhe’s impending assault.
"Ah Zhe, hurry up... I still have to go to work."
Without another word, Sun Zhe thrust forward, aiming for her very core. He knew that if he didn’t properly satisfy Zhu Yan today, she’d be in a terrible mood all day.
"Stepmom... you’re so tight."
"You little rascal... Stepmom wants you so badly."
"Want my what?"
"I want your big stick... Mmm... Hubby... You’re inside... Push harder..."
