Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 357 - 352: The Untouchable Enchantress!
SQUELCH!
SQUELCH!
SQUELCH!
Sun Zhe's powerful thighs were spread wide as he leaned forward, his large hands gripping Yao Yuelong's head. His eyes were bloodshot, teetering on the edge of reason as he launched a fierce assault.
Yao Yuelong's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and crystalline tears streamed down her cheeks. The intense feeling of suffocation made her mind go completely blank, her entire world shrinking to nothing but the piercing pain in her delicate throat.
An unknown amount of time passed before Sun Zhe suddenly stopped. Gritting his teeth, he began to erupt.
GULP, GULP...
Forced to swallow, Yao Yuelong's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. She stared at Sun Zhe, fury slowly kindling within their depths. At that moment, she was like a baby bird being fed by its mother, passively swallowing the nutrient-rich food.
BOOM!
Just as Sun Zhe was shivering in blissful satisfaction, a heavy blow suddenly struck his abdomen. His tall body flew backward like a kite with a snapped string, crashing violently against the stone wall. He spat out a mouthful of blood as he landed.
Beside the Cold Jade Bed, Yao Yuelong clutched her throat, coughing and dry-heaving as she said furiously, "Sun Zhe, you've gone too far!"
Pain wracked Sun Zhe's body as he struggled back to his feet. Seeing Yao Yuelong's tear-streaked, tragic beauty, he was suddenly overcome with guilt and regret.
"Long'Er, I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to," he said, quickly walking over to her. He held out his cupped hand before her mouth. "Here... why don't you spit it out on my hand?"
Yao Yuelong shot him a glare and turned away. I've already swallowed it all. How am I supposed to spit it out now?
Sun Zhe hurried after her and took her by the arm. "Long'Er, are you really angry?" he asked cautiously. "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it. My mind went hot, and it just happened... I don't even know what came over me."
"Go away." Yao Yuelong pushed his hand away and walked to a washbasin carved from jade to rinse her mouth. As she looked at her own disheveled reflection in the mirror above the basin, even she found the sight absurd.
The dignified Dragon Taming Priest, humiliated like this by a mere boy.
Sun Zhe stood silently to the side, his head bowed like a child who had been caught misbehaving.
After composing herself, Yao Yuelong turned to face him. She reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, asking softly, "Does it hurt?"
Although her tone was detached, her eyes betrayed a hint of tenderness and concern.
Sun Zhe shook his head. "It doesn't hurt."
Yao Yuelong looked at the big boy before her with an expression of resignation. "This isn't your fault. Liu Bingyue left something inside you."
Hearing this, Sun Zhe's heart sank. "You mean that slut... that Demoness? What did she leave inside me?"
Yao Yuelong walked over to the dressing table and sat. "Few men can resist her Blood Charm True Qi," she said. "Especially not you."
"What's so special about me?"
Yao Yuelong nodded. "Your Pure Yang Holy Body makes you particularly susceptible to her control. However, the palm strike I just gave you has already expelled the residual Blood Charm True Qi from your body."
Sun Zhe rubbed his abdomen and muttered, "You definitely put a little something extra into that palm strike. It nearly killed me."
Hearing this, Yao Yuelong turned to him, her face as frosty as winter. "What did you say?"
A shiver went down Sun Zhe's spine, and he quickly scurried over to the Cold Jade Bed. "Hehe... well, it's getting late, Priest Yao. I should probably head back. You should get some rest, too."
At the sound of "Priest Yao," Yao Yuelong's expression darkened visibly.
Just moments ago, it was "Long'Er" this and "Long'Er" that. Now it's "Priest Yao" again! Men truly are as slippery as eels!
Sun Zhe was terrified. Not daring to even glance at her, he hastily gathered his clothes and prepared to flee.
"Did I say you could leave?" Yao Yuelong's voice cut through the silence.
Sun Zhe spun around to face her, his heart lurching in his chest. It was only then that he realized she was beginning her Dragon Transformation again! The memory of being lacerated by her scales was still fresh in his mind—a pain he had no desire to re-experience.
"Uh, heh heh, I... I just recovered from my injuries. I need to get back and sleep," Sun Zhe stammered with an awkward laugh. His scalp prickled with fear. Clutching his clothes, he turned to bolt.
But in that same instant, a fragrant breeze swept past his ear. Yao Yuelong's graceful figure appeared before him like a phantom, blocking his path.
Unable to stop in time, Sun Zhe crashed headfirst into Yao Yuelong's embrace. His face buried itself in her full, soft bosom, and a rich, milky fragrance flooded his senses, making him dizzy.
"I didn't say you could leave." Yao Yuelong's otherworldly, red-glowing vertical pupils narrowed as she looked down at the man in her arms. Her crimson lips parted. "You're the one who made me like this. You think you can just walk away?"
Sun Zhe scrambled back two steps. "Priest Yao," he stammered, "how can you say this is my fau—"
Before he could finish, one of her hands, now tipped with claws, shot out and seized his neck.
His tall, six-foot-something frame felt weightless in her grasp. With a casual flick of her wrist, she tossed him onto the bed.
What he didn't know was that he had only himself to blame for what was happening. It was precisely because Yao Yuelong had swallowed his yang-rich essence that the potent energy had caused her to lose control and begin her Dragon Transformation.
HISS, HISS...
At this moment, Yao Yuelong seemed to have become another person entirely, exuding a strange, bewitching allure. She tore off her gauzy skirt with a single motion, brazenly revealing her flawless, jade-like body. With visible speed, silver dragon scales began to materialize on her legs, waist, and chest, giving her an even more seductive and otherworldly appearance.
