Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 288: Rainstorm at Dawn

Sun Zhe crept into the tent, holding his breath, terrified that a single misstep would wake Huang Qianggang. He quickly found the condoms in Bai Ran's backpack, slipped back out of the tent, and hurried to the tree.

At that moment, Bai Ran was still crouching under the tree, the faint sound of trickling water drifting through the night.

"Bai Ran, I brought it."

Bai Ran yawned and extended a hand toward him. "Give it to me."

After taking the small packet Sun Zhe handed over, she tore it open with her pearly teeth. Then, she used her crystal-clear, moist lips to pinch the edge of the small umbrella, drawing it from the wrapper and casually tossing the plastic aside.

The greater half of the small umbrella, held by her lips, dangled outside, exuding a strawberry scent. It was coated in a transparent lubricant that was slightly viscous, like clear mucus, and dripped continuously downward.

Watching Bai Ran crouch there, the small umbrella held between her lips and her expression somehow still serious, made Sun Zhe's whole body burn with desire. He wanted to take her right then and there!

Bai Ran glanced up at him. "What are you still standing there for? Get over here and stand still."

"Pull your own pants down."

Sun Zhe smiled without a word, knowing full well what she intended. He moved closer until he was standing right in front of her. He felt like Bai Ran was a commanding female general orchestrating a battle.

But just as he was about to unzip his pants, Bai Ran took a step back. "I forgot to grab any tissues. Could you go get them from my bag? Make sure to get the wet wipes."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe's lips curved into a triumphant smirk. He proudly pulled two packs of tissues from his pocket. "Good thing I thought ahead. I brought both dry tissues and wet wipes for you."

Bai Ran looked surprised. "So thoughtful of you?"

"But of course," Sun Zhe said with a casual smile.

Having dealt with so many women, and even having had several outdoor encounters with Zhu Yan, Sun Zhe knew that women were the most troublesome creatures on earth. Even for something minor like this, they needed wipes. It wasn't like with men, who could just give it a few shakes after relieving themselves and be done with it.

Bai Ran took the tissues from him, pulled one out, and began wiping herself from the front, seemingly unbothered by her image in front of Sun Zhe.

Watching her lower her head to clean that dark, velvety valley, Sun Zhe couldn't help but remind her, "Make sure you get it all clean."

Bai Ran huffed softly. "Now you're getting picky with me? I haven't even complained about you."

At that, Sun Zhe wisely chose to shut his mouth.

A moment later, Bai Ran tossed the tissue aside. She shuffled forward on her haunches, wrapped her arms around Sun Zhe's thighs, and then expertly fitted him with the protective umbrella, her movements strikingly familiar. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Seeing how practiced she was, Sun Zhe couldn't help his curiosity.

"Do you do this often?" he asked.

Bai Ran slowly stood up, pulling her glossy black pantyhose back up from her knees. She shot Sun Zhe a look. "Just because I haven't eaten pork, doesn't mean I haven't seen a pig run. Can't a girl learn from watching a few videos?"

As she spoke, she had already turned her back to him, bracing her slender hands against the tree trunk in front of her.

Sun Zhe looked down, his gaze fixed on her shimmering silken buttocks, which emitted a captivating luster even in the dark. His breathing suddenly grew ragged. He'd been holding back for so long when it came to Bai Ran; he was practically starving for her!

RRRIP!

Unable to wait a second longer, he reached out and easily tore a small hole in the center of her pantyhose. As the fabric tore, a faint jasmine fragrance drifted into the air. Maybe it was the lingering scent from the wet wipe, or maybe it was just *her* scent.

Her snow-white panties barely contained the mysterious, raised forbidden zone. The openwork lace butterfly pattern on them was so vivid it was as if a real butterfly had landed upon that dark, downy patch. In fact, there really was a true butterfly nestled in that velvet, and exploring it was Sun Zhe's main goal for the night.

"Hurry up!" Bai Ran shook her hips, urging him on eagerly. "The middle of these panties splits open. You just have to pull it apart and go for it."

Taking a slow breath, Sun Zhe took aim at the glistening, delicate butterfly and thrust forward without another word.

"Ahnnn..."

A captivating, mournful cry echoed in the night before it was quickly swallowed by the thick darkness.

Under Sun Zhe's powerful thrusts, Bai Ran's long hair flew wildly. Even the tree, as thick as a bowl, shook violently, showering them with falling leaves. The weeds below were heavy with glistening dewdrops, each slender blade of grass weighed down, bent over like Bai Ran's arched back.

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Around six in the morning, just as the sky began to lighten, Sun Zhe woke Huang Qianggang and Bai Ran.

The three of them extinguished the campfire, ate a little something, then packed up their gear to continue their journey.

As they were setting off, Huang Qianggang suddenly noticed something odd about Bai Ran's gait. "Ranran, what's wrong with your leg?" he asked, worried. "Are you injured?"

Hearing this, Bai Ran shot a subtle glance at Sun Zhe. She nonchalantly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled sweetly. "It's nothing, honey. I just haven't been in the mountains for a while. After trekking for so long yesterday, my legs are just a little sore this morning."

Huang Qianggang looked at her with heartache. "Then we should walk a little slower."

"No need, we have to make good time. I'm really fine."

Huang Qianggang said no more, taking the lead with two Dog Leg Curved Sabers to clear the path.

Bai Ran watched his back for a moment, then suddenly turned her head to glare resentfully at Sun Zhe, silently mouthing a curse at him.

Sun Zhe just shrugged and smiled. He could tell exactly what she was saying just by reading her lips. He couldn't help but recall the violent storm that had started around two in the morning and didn't let up until after four. In those two-plus hours, Bai Ran had been thoroughly ravaged.

"Hey, what the fuck!"

Just as the two were "flirting" with their eyes, Huang Qianggang, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped and let out a strange cry.

Sun Zhe and Bai Ran exchanged a look and hurried to catch up.

"What is it, Brother Huang?"

Huang Qianggang pointed at the wrapper of the small umbrella lying in the grass under a tree, laughing. "Damn, some people get really creative these days! Coming all the way out to a primeval forest to handle their business. Are they that desperate?"

"It was probably those idiot backpackers. They come out here pretending to be explorers and end up 'fighting in the wild,' hahaha..."

Sun Zhe wore a strange expression as he looked at the grinning Huang Qianggang, unsure of what to say. He could only manage a couple of dry laughs.

Bai Ran's expression was just as strange, and she was equally at a loss for words. After all, she was the one who had casually tossed that wrapper aside last night. Thankfully, Huang Qianggang wasn't thinking too much about it and just assumed some other trekkers had left it.

Huang Qianggang shook his head with a smile. "You know, they're using the same brand of small umbrellas we do at home."

Bai Ran retorted coquettishly, "Alright, that's enough from you. It's not like you're a detective. What's there to study about someone's discarded wrapper?"

Huang Qianggang scratched his head. "I was just afraid you two were getting bored. I wanted to find a topic to liven things up."

Bai Ran walked up and gave his calf a light, exasperated kick. "Oh, that's enough from you. Now get moving and clear the path!"

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