Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 213: The Melting Iceberg

Sun Zhe was brimming with confidence in his current skills and prowess. He refused to believe that he couldn’t conquer Leng Yueshuang, the ice queen, with his fiery yet tender onslaught!

After moving Leng Yueshuang’s hands from where they shielded her modesty, Sun Zhe took a deep breath, steeled his resolve, and decisively leaned in.

That swampy place had long since flooded, its sweet spring flowing freely. Sparkling dewdrops clung to the dark, fragrant grass. There was no unpleasant odor; instead, a hint of sweet fragrance filled the air.

Leng Yueshuang watched as the handsome face drew ever closer to her secret garden, her heart growing increasingly tense and uneasy. But even more overwhelming was a kind of indescribable anticipation...

When Sun Zhe’s fiery tongue teased open the petals and found the tender bud, all strength drained from her body in an instant. Her upper half, once propped up on her elbows, fell limp. She grasped the sheets beneath her, her delicate head shaking from side to side as soft, gentle moans escaped her lips.

"Mmm... Mmhm..."

For a moment, she felt as though Sun Zhe was about to suck her very soul away!

A pair of delicate, silk-clad legs resting on Sun Zhe’s shoulders trembled uncontrollably, appearing both helpless and pitiful. The sexy, exquisite high heels barely hung from her feet, swaying precariously. Her ten glistening toes curled helplessly within the sheer fabric, as if on the verge of collapse.

Sun Zhe seemed oblivious to Leng Yueshuang’s reaction, as if he had entered his own world. He earnestly savored the tender, juicy jade abalone, letting the soft, dark fragrant grass brush against his face. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

In truth, he didn’t want to use a rough approach. He wanted to exert all his strength, to employ every skill he had to conquer this ice queen gently.

Time passed slowly.

After teasing the bud for a while, his agile tongue began to probe and stir within the wet, soft honeyed tunnel.

"Ahhm..."

The moment his tongue ventured inside, Leng Yueshuang couldn’t stop a high-pitched moan from escaping. The exquisite, soul-stirring sensation made her feel as though she were on the brink of madness. She had never imagined that something so comfortable and wonderful could exist in the world...

"Sun Zhe... it tickles..."

Her slender hands instinctively reached out to grab Sun Zhe’s hair, pressing his face between her thighs as if terrified he might suddenly leave. At that moment, she thought of nothing else, casting everything aside. She even stopped thinking, intent only on savoring the present.

Her moans were incessant, her slender waist and fragrant hips swaying to meet his fiery tongue. She hadn’t even noticed this change in herself.

...

As time ticked by, just as she was immersed in sublime ecstasy, a sudden, intense urge to urinate overwhelmed her. Before she could even react, a long-suppressed, scorching torrent erupted from deep within her.

Startled, the deeply engrossed Sun Zhe quickly pulled back and moved to the side. He then calmly admired the "fountain" before him.

"Aaah..."

Leng Yueshuang’s upper body lay on the bed, her silk-clad legs spread wide, her high heels planted on the floor. Scorching nectar gushed in streams from the lush, fragrant grass. In just a brief moment, a large, glistening puddle had formed on the floor, as if the ceiling were leaking.

The ice of this ice queen had finally melted, turning into what seemed to be an endless spray of water...

「After a while.」

Once Leng Yueshuang had caught her breath, Sun Zhe walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He gently stroked the disheveled, fragrant locks at her temple and asked with a smile, "President Leng, how do you feel?"

At his words, Leng Yueshuang hurriedly turned her face away. Her ample chest heaved as she panted, and she didn’t respond to his embarrassing question. However, deep down, she couldn’t deny it. It truly felt wonderful.

Sun Zhe suddenly reached out to touch her snowy peak. He circled the bud on her rosy areola with his fingertip and said, "President Leng, why don’t you return the favor?"

Hearing this, Leng Yueshuang’s beautiful eyes trembled. She snapped her head toward Sun Zhe, her gaze filled with resistance. Taste that vile, hideous thing? She’d rather die!

"I don’t want to." Her refusal was decisive and blunt.

Sun Zhe shrugged, pushing himself to his feet with his hands on his knees. Conquering this ice queen is going to be a long and arduous journey, he sighed to himself.

Just then, Leng Yueshuang suddenly sat up and asked, "Are you leaving?"

Sun Zhe turned to face her, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "Leave? We haven’t even started. Where would I go?"

With that, he bent down and grabbed her silk-stockinged ankles. He stood up abruptly, pushing her back down onto the bed. He immediately pressed down on her, gripping the soft, fragrant nooks behind her knees and folding her delicate body in half.

Leng Yueshuang tilted her head up, looking at her own lush, fragrant grass pointing toward the ceiling. This position is so shameful!

"Don’t be like last time," she murmured.

Sun Zhe remained silent, freeing a hand to toy with her secret garden, his fingertip gently rubbing the already-protruding, tender bud.

He naturally wouldn’t be as rough as last time. That was just simple venting, completely meaningless.

...

The tender butterfly was already weeping with passion. With just a few light rubs from Sun Zhe, his hand was smeared with her honey. His fingertips gently parted the symmetrical, beautiful wings, exposing the tender entrance. It pulsed, oozing crystalline nectar, a gentle and moving sight.

Afterward, Sun Zhe steadied his gun with one hand, teasing her petals with its fiery tip. Once she was fully lubricated, he thrust his hips forward, slowly squeezing the large, blunt head into the honeyed entrance.

The once-tight, beautiful opening was immediately stretched wide.

Leng Yueshuang’s eyes widened instantly. Her delicate body tensed and trembled, but she bit her luscious lips, refusing to make a sound. This feels even more intense than last time!

The fiery dragon scraped against layers of tender flesh as it slowly invaded. Countless nerves seemed to fire all at once, transforming into a tidal wave of ecstasy that instantly engulfed her entire being.

"Ah..."

When the fiery dragon finally reached the tenderest point deep inside her, even the composed Leng Yueshuang could not help but release a long, alluring moan.

Sun Zhe didn’t rush to thrust. Instead, he gently leaned down, guiding Leng Yueshuang to wrap her silk-clad legs around his waist. He leaned in and softly kissed her lips. "Does that feel good?" he asked.

Leng Yueshuang turned her face away, feigning composure. "Do you men really enjoy asking that question?" she said dismissively.

Sun Zhe replied, "Because it shouldn’t just be me enjoying myself. I care about how you feel, too."

Hearing this, Leng Yueshuang’s beautiful eyes quivered, and she shyly nodded.

"Well... it’s alright."

Sun Zhe smiled as he admired the beauty beneath him. "I’m going to start moving, then," he said.

"Just move... Stop talking," she whispered, lightly biting the back of her hand.

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