Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 77: Breaking the Yang Transformation Technique (Part 2)
As Lin Shuqing turned off the light, the spacious room was instantly plunged into darkness, illuminated only by the faint glow of candles.
Lying on the mattress, Sun Zhe felt as if he had plunged into a dark abyss, able to sense nothing but the weak candlelight around him. This sense of mystery and the unknown made his heart suddenly race with nervousness.
At that moment, Lin Shuqing produced a small bell threaded with a red string and tied it to her fair right ankle. Then, she reached under her dress to fasten another red string, also adorned with a small bell, around her slender waist.
Afterward, she lifted the hem of her dress and stepped over the candles, walking toward the mattress. Listening to the jingling of the bells drawing closer, Sun Zhe was both nervous and expectant.
Lin Shuqing stepped onto the mattress, spreading her legs to straddle Sun Zhe before slowly sinking down to sit on his lower abdomen. Staring at the white mask before him, Sun Zhe couldn’t help but wonder what kind of expression was hidden beneath it.
In the silence, Lin Shuqing spoke. "Next, close your eyes. No matter what happens, don’t move, don’t make a sound, and don’t open your eyes. Just pretend you’ve lost consciousness."
Does she have to be so mysterious? Sun Zhe wondered, asking curiously, "Shuqing, before I close my eyes, I have a question."
"Go ahead and ask."
"Are you a Witch?" Sun Zhe asked quickly. "And is this ritual you’re performing some kind of Witchcraft?"
Lin Shuqing said coyly, "Don’t ask things you shouldn’t."
"Alright then." Sun Zhe closed his eyes and mouth, obediently lying still.
He was only just now realizing how intimidating Lin Shuqing was when she got serious. She had an ineffable authority. She truly lives up to being a teacher!
A few seconds later, Sun Zhe felt a slender hand reach down and grasp his mighty dragon. As that slender hand gently stroked it, the sleeping dragon gradually awoke, raising its head proudly to the sky!
Then, after a dozen or so seconds, he clearly felt the tip, now engorged with blood, press lightly against a hot, moist softness. It was gently clasped between two butterfly wings, rubbing back and forth. As it rubbed, warm nectar slowly flowed, gradually lubricating the tip.
...
Lin Shuqing bit her lip, using one hand to steady the great spear below. After taking aim, she endured the indescribable tearing, swelling pain and lowered herself. Her descent was slow, yet it seemed decisive and resolute.
Finally, amid a suffocatingly tight embrace that took Sun Zhe’s breath away, the tip forcefully breached the thin membrane. It then forged bravely ahead, clearing a path until it pressed tightly against the flower’s core.
At that moment, the beautiful face hidden beneath Lin Shuqing’s mask was covered in cold sweat from the pain. The unspeakable agony made her delicate body tremble incessantly, as if she were about to suffocate. But she was strong and didn’t make a single sound.
"Sun Zhe... you have to remember... what I just said. I’m going to start circulating my energy now."
Subsequently, Sun Zhe felt an extremely chilling wisp of energy seep into his body from the point of their connection. That chilling energy wandered in his Dantian for a moment before traveling out to his limbs and bones.
In an extremely short time, he felt his entire body being drained of strength. This was followed by the same pain from the other night, as if he were being sliced by a thousand blades—an agony so intense he wished for death. However, he remembered Lin Shuqing’s earlier instructions. So, no matter how much it hurt, he didn’t make a sound, merely closing his eyes and enduring it silently.
Suddenly, a slender hand reached for his forehead, gently wiping away his sweat. He knew it was Lin Shuqing, but he dared not open his eyes to look.
Lin Shuqing watched Sun Zhe, let out a long sigh, and then began murmuring something. It sounded like an incantation of some kind, but Sun Zhe couldn’t understand a single word. Gradually, he felt his mind grow hazy as he drifted into a semi-conscious state.
Time passed, drop by drop.
「About two hours later.」
Lin Shuqing’s weak voice suddenly entered Sun Zhe’s ears. "Alright, Sun Zhe. You can open your eyes now."
Sun Zhe blearily opened his eyes and discovered that the candles around the mattress had burned out, leaving the room in pitch-black darkness. The figure in the white dress still sitting astride him stood out starkly in the gloom.
Lin Shuqing asked, "How do you feel now?"
Sun Zhe didn’t speak. He tried to circulate his cultivation internally and was shocked to discover that his Dantian once again held True Qi, which had even formed a Qi Vortex! Although his Golden Core Stage cultivation had not been restored, this meant he could resume his training and one day reach the Golden Core Stage again through Cultivation.
"Shuqing, thank you!"
"Good." Lin Shuqing’s face broke into a smile. Then, biting her lip, she pushed herself up with difficulty.
As the great dragon slowly withdrew from the tight cavern, she was struck by a sudden sense of emptiness. A deep impulse to sit back down arose from the depths of her heart. But she ultimately maintained her composure, sitting up and moving to the side, panting softly.
Unexpectedly, Sun Zhe suddenly reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace.
"What... what are you doing?"
Sun Zhe reached up and removed the Witch mask from her face. Gazing at her exquisite features, which looked pale and weary in the darkness, he said softly, "Shuqing, you’ve helped me so much. I want to repay you."
Lin Shuqing gently shook her head. "There’s no need. You saved my life by removing the talisman first. This is me repaying you."
Sun Zhe gave a mysterious smile. "That’s not what I’m talking about."
"Then what do you mea—"
However, before she could finish the word, Sun Zhe dominantly covered her slightly pale lips with his own. Immediately after, his tongue forcibly parted her pearly teeth and invaded her mouth, shamelessly entangling with her own.
"Mmm... mmm..."
Lin Shuqing felt both shy and anxious. She pushed gently at Sun Zhe’s shoulders with her delicate hands, but after a few attempts, she gave up. Feeling as if she’d been drained of all strength, she collapsed into his arms, the only energy left in her body concentrated in her tongue as it tangled with his.
A few minutes later, Sun Zhe suddenly shifted, kneeling. "Shuqing, did it hurt a lot earlier?"
"Mhm." Lin Shuqing nodded gently, tears welling in the corners of her eyes as she lamented, "It hurt so much."
She never wanted to experience that tearing, swelling pain a second time.
Sun Zhe smiled. "Now, I’m going to make you feel very good. This is my way of repaying you."
"What... What are you going to do?" Lin Shuqing suddenly realized his intention and couldn’t help but feel nervous.
"Anyway, this time I won’t be so foolish as to only use my hands."
With a wicked grin, Sun Zhe suddenly leaned down, pressing her onto the mattress and sealing her lips once more.
A few minutes later, Lin Shuqing slapped his shoulder in exasperation and said coyly, "You’re covered in sweat. Go take a shower first."
"Let’s wash together," Sun Zhe said.
"No... No way."
Not bothering to say more, Sun Zhe swept her up into his arms and walked toward her bedroom. Her bedroom was large and elegantly furnished, with a grand piano placed in the center of the room.
Lin Shuqing hooked her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest. "The bathroom’s over there. Can you put me down first, please?"
"No."
"Why are you like this?"
"I’ll help you scrub your back."
"Who asked you to scrub my back?"
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