Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 235: The Power of the Yang-Nurturing Stage
After lunch, Sun Zhe put down his chopsticks and rushed to the hospital. He was afraid that if he stayed at home any longer, he wouldn’t be able to resist cultivating with Zhu Yan, which would make her late for work.
Since entering the Second Realm, Yunyang, with the Yin Yang Sacred Heart Technique, he found his Yang Qi was more easily agitated, and his needs were greater than before.
"Ah Zhe, why are you in such a hurry? Are you full?"
"Uh... I’m full. Mom, I’m heading to work. See you tonight!"
"Be careful on your way!"
"Got it!"
Watching Sun Zhe’s retreating figure, Zhu Yan shook her head helplessly.
This little rascal claims he’s going to work, but I know he’s actually going to find his female disciple for cultivation.
Unfortunately, she had to go to the company in the afternoon, so she truly didn’t have time to cultivate with him.
***
「Yangcheng People’s Hospital—Traditional Chinese Medicine Department」
Sun Zhe hurried into his office and immediately spotted Meng Shiya. At that moment, she was leaning over his desk eating lunch while scrolling through short-form videos on her phone.
Seeing Sun Zhe approach, Meng Shiya looked up, her face filled with confusion. "Master, didn’t you say on WeChat that you were going to take a nap before coming in?"
His throat was parched from his agitated Yang Qi, so Sun Zhe walked straight to the water dispenser, grabbed a cup, and started filling it. "I couldn’t help it," he said. "I missed you too much."
"Oh, my..." Upon hearing this, Meng Shiya put on an exaggeratedly flirtatious expression, feigning shyness. "Master, since when did you learn to flirt? You’re making me blush."
Sun Zhe held the cup and stared at her with a serious expression. "Hurry up and eat!"
Meng Shiya blinked her big, beautiful eyes at him and suddenly asked, "Hey, Master... are you sure you just wanted to *see* me, and not *screw* me?"
PFFT!
Startled by such audacious words, Sun Zhe spat out the water he had just taken a sip of.
This lewd disciple... she was really one of a kind!
Seeing this, Meng Shiya covered her mouth and giggled, her coquettish laughter as dazzling as a blooming flower. "Oh, my, Master, why did you spray water? You squirt even more than Shiya does."
However, as she laughed, her nightmare began.
Sun Zhe walked over and locked the office door from the inside. He then strode toward her, pulled her out of the chair, swept her up into his arms, and carried her straight into the small break room.
"What are you doing, Master... I haven’t finished my food yet!"
"Still eating? I’m here to discipline you!"
"Master, why are you so annoying now?"
"Be good, Shiya. In a little while, Master will feed you some milk. It’s fresh and hot, and I promise it’ll fill you up!"
"Hmph, who wants your stinky milk? It tastes awful."
Inside the small break room, Sun Zhe roughly tossed Meng Shiya onto the bed and reached out to rip off her sacred white lab coat. As his eyes took in the view, he couldn’t help but freeze.
He finally noticed that Meng Shiya’s attire today was incredibly unique.
A white, strapless tube minidress clung to her sensual and exquisite body, revealing her snowy shoulders and collarbones. The expanse of her chest was a pale, beautiful landscape with a deep cleavage, mysterious and alluring. Faintly visible on her shoulders were transparent bra straps, shimmering like two strips of tape. Loose lace straps had slid down her jade-like arms, looking like two lace armlets that added a touch of playful charm to her sexiness.
Her slender legs, worthy of a professional model, were clad in over-the-knee white stockings. The lace trim of the stockings was held in place on her thighs, neither too tight nor too loose, serving as a stunning embellishment.
As if that wasn’t tempting enough, she was wearing a pair of ultra-thin, sheer, glossy black pantyhose over the white stockings. The white showing through the black was a perfect fusion of sexiness and innocent desire. This little vixen was going to steal a man’s very soul.
Sun Zhe’s eyes were glued to the stunning beauty before him, and he felt as if his body was about to catch fire. The rapidly swelling bulge in his crotch nearly strained his pants to the breaking point.
"Shiya, is this the legendary ’stockings within stockings’ look?"
"What about it, Master...? Do you like it?"
Sun Zhe swallowed hard.
Nonsense! How could I not like this?
This "stockings within stockings" style was even sexier and more alluring than "stockings under pants." He had only ever seen it on thirsty female streamers in online videos. This was the first time he had ever encountered it in real life.
This is just too damn unfair!
"Shiya!" Sun Zhe suddenly shouted, his face stern.
"What is it, Master?"
Staring into her eyes, Sun Zhe spoke with the utmost seriousness. "You’re seducing me into committing a crime. If I don’t screw you ten times today, I’ll feel guilty for letting this outfit go to waste!"
Hearing his words, Meng Shiya gave a sweet, charming smile. She shifted her delicate body on the bed, propping herself up with her elbows. Then, she raised and parted her legs, forming a perfect "M" shape.
"Then come and get me, you bad Master... Shiya wants your big stick, too..."
With a fiery gaze, Sun Zhe didn’t hesitate for a second. He pounced on her like a hungry wolf.
"Do you want me to pierce you up top first, or down below?"
"Master... let me eat a little first."
Before long, the fearsome member was forcibly rammed into Meng Shiya’s delicate throat. Sun Zhe stood straddling the edge of the bed, his large hands gripping her head tightly, crudely pressing her face down into his hairy crotch.
"Gag... Gag... Gag..."
Meng Shiya gagged repeatedly as her eyes rolled back. Her hands clutched Sun Zhe’s buttocks, her expression contorted in pain. Her rosy, cherry-like lips were stretched into an unbelievable shape by the great dragon. Each time the dragon thrust into her delicate throat and then withdrew, it would pull out glistening threads of saliva that flowed from the corners of her mouth, down her neck, and into the mysterious, tempting valley between her breasts.
It wasn’t that Sun Zhe was being intentionally rough with her; this was what she had asked for. This sweet and lewd little nurse loved the thrill of being "abused" and enjoyed being tied up even more. If he was too gentle, she didn’t like it, finding it passionless. The contrast between her pure, desirable appearance and her inner self was just that stark.
***
After the terrifying great dragon had thrust in and out for several dozen rounds, a suffocating Meng Shiya suddenly began patting Sun Zhe’s buttocks. Sun Zhe instantly understood and hastily withdrew his great weapon.
"Gag... Cough, cough, cough..."
Meng Shiya sat weakly on the bed, tears streaming down her face as she gagged and coughed nonstop. Thick, glistening saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth, making her look utterly wretched and miserable.
However, after gagging for a moment and catching her breath, she greedily leaned forward to wrap her arms around Sun Zhe’s waist, opening her mouth once more to take in the great dragon.
"Mmm, mmm... Master... use more force. I want you to go all the way down..."
Sun Zhe was startled by her words. "Do you really need it to be this intense?"
"Mhm... Master, pull my hair and thrust hard into me..."
***
About twenty minutes later, feeling the climax approach, Sun Zhe held nothing back. He pressed the scorching tip tightly against Meng Shiya’s delicate throat and let her drink her fill of fresh, hot milk.
But after erupting, Sun Zhe felt no fatigue at all. Instead, he felt even more invigorated. The great dragon, coated in his apprentice’s fragrant saliva, remained fiery and hard, like a red-hot iron rod that wouldn’t cool even if plunged into water.
Furthermore, the Yang Qi within his body was still raging, showing no signs of calming down.
So this is the power of the Yunyang Realm!
"Shiya, can you still go on?"
Meng Shiya lay back on the bed lazily and spread her legs for Sun Zhe. One slender hand reached into her minidress, and her sharp, pretty nails easily tore through the soft, thin fabric of her pantyhose’s crotch. Only then did Sun Zhe notice that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
That fragrant garden was already a flooded spring, with sweet nectar flowing freely.
"Master... hurry and come inside... Shiya’s naughty little slit is so itchy..."
