Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 90: The Chaste Palace Master?

In a room, late at night.

On the messy king-sized bed, Sun Zhe and Lin Shuqing wrestled playfully, tumbling over one another. After a long while of this, Sun Zhe finally relented.

"Alright, fine. Your hands it is."

Lin Shuqing giggled and reached out to ruffle Sun Zhe’s hair. "Okay, be good now. I’ll give you what you want after I’ve rested. Besides, I’m yours now. It’s not like I can run away, so why are you in such a hurry?"

She soothed him like one would a child, then sat up and began to pull at his boxer shorts.

"Lift your hips."

As Sun Zhe complied, she successfully slid the boxers down, unleashing the great dragon. The potent, masculine scent that filled the air was so strong it made her head spin and her body tremble. No words were needed; she knew exactly what to do next.

With a deep blush on her cheeks, she slowly leaned forward, her moist, fragrant lips hovering just centimeters from the blunt, massive head of the dragon. At the same time, her cheeks flexed gently as she parted her lips, letting a bead of shimmering saliva fall onto the engorged, parched tip. Then, she took hold of his member with a delicate hand and began to stroke it with a soft, rhythmic motion, spreading her saliva over its length to act as a lubricant, just as she would when applying skincare products.

Lying on his back, Sun Zhe felt the softness of her hand and couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath. "Shuqing... where did you learn all this?"

Lin Shuqing shot him a playful glance. "Can’t a girl learn from watching movies?"

Sun Zhe chuckled and said no more, closing his eyes to savor her gentle touch. Although a hand wasn’t as satisfying as the real deal, it was undeniably comfortable.

Lin Shuqing slowly shifted to lie on her side. Her other hand gently caressed Sun Zhe’s firm, muscular chest, her sharp, pretty nails playfully teasing the small nubs on his pecs. At the same time, she lifted one of her snowy, smooth legs from under her nightgown and pressed it against Sun Zhe’s hairy thigh, rubbing it back and forth. The contrast between her pale, perfect leg and his powerful, hairy one was starkly arresting, like a beautiful angel in the embrace of a rugged beast.

Just then, Sun Zhe wrapped one arm around her slender waist while his other hand snaked under the collar of her nightgown, discovering that she was completely bare underneath. The handful of soft, supple flesh seemed to explode with sensation in his palm. He began to knead the two full mounds, molding them into all sorts of enticing shapes.

"Mmm..."

Lin Shuqing’s body was incredibly sensitive. After just a few moments of his touch, she felt a wave of heat wash over her and let out a charming moan. Meanwhile, the secret garden beneath her nightgown was already flowing with nectar.

She had to hand it to his Pure Yang Holy Body. Once she was this close to him, it didn’t take long for her to lose herself completely. The feeling was like taking a powerful aphrodisiac; even though her mind was clear, she couldn’t control her body’s primal instincts.

Who cares if it hurts!

Having made her decision, Lin Shuqing leaned in and captured his lips with her own. Her lithe tongue impatiently pried his teeth apart, exploring his mouth to entwine with his. While their tongues dueled, she released his member, swung a leg over, and mounted him. With one deft motion, she hiked her short silk nightgown up to her waist, revealing her secret garden to the man beneath her without reservation.

Sun Zhe reached down and was surprised to find she was completely bare there, too. Her lush patch of hair was already slick with dew, soaking his hand with a single touch.

Lin Shuqing suddenly pulled her tongue back. Lifting her head slightly, a shimmering thread of saliva connected their lips as she whispered against his mouth, "Don’t you move. Let me do it."

She was afraid that if Sun Zhe started moving, he would become as wild and fierce as he was that night, leaving her so sore she couldn’t get out of bed the next day. So, she decided that tonight, she would be the one to control the rhythm and depth.

Sun Zhe held her soft, slender waist with both hands and laughed. "Alright, alright, whatever Teacher Lin says. I won’t move."

"Don’t call me Teacher," Lin Shuqing pouted playfully.

"Why not?"

"Because it feels weird."

"But I’m not your student."

"That doesn’t matter," she insisted.

Sun Zhe fell silent. Amid their playful banter, Lin Shuqing slowly propped herself up. Her hips pressed against his abdomen as she swayed up and down, adjusting her angle. The soft, dark hair tickled his abs, a sensation he found both ticklish and incredibly pleasant.

"Speaking of which, Shuqing, why do you have so much hair down there?"

"Don’t you like it? I’ll go to a salon and get it waxed then."

"Why go to a salon? I can shave it for you. But I like it. It looks wild."

"Actually, I don’t want to shave it again," she admitted. "I did it once before, and when it started growing back, it was really itchy."

"Ah, I see."

"How about you try it? I can shave you one of these days."

"I’m afraid you’d accidentally cut me."

"Hmph, I ought to cut this bad thing off. All it knows how to do is bully me," she grumbled sweetly.

Sun Zhe said no more. After their tender exchange, Lin Shuqing finally found the right angle. She raised her hips, reached down with one hand to guide his large member, and then slowly lowered herself onto him. The two moist petals, forced apart, slowly closed back in around the thick, veined shaft as he sank deeper.

"Ngh..."

As he penetrated her fully, she bit her lip and let out a soft gasp. Her brows furrowed, and a delicate cry escaped her lips—a sound that was somewhere between pain and ecstasy.

...

「Deep into the silent night.」

Lin Yingchun lazily rolled over and reached for the person beside her, only to find the space empty. Startled, her eyes snapped open.

Where did Master go?

In truth, Lin Shuqing was only a few years older than her. Although they were master and disciple in name, in private, the two were as close as sisters. They often ate, slept, and shopped together.

After waiting for a while, Lin Shuqing still hadn’t returned. Just then, Lin Yingchun suddenly thought of Jiewu Palace’s Witch Master, Sun Zhe.

Could Master have gone to the Grand Master’s?

For some reason, the thought made her face flush. As a disciple of Jiewu Palace, she was well aware of the relationship between the "Palace Master" and the "Witch Master." As she imagined her pure, noble Palace Master pinned beneath the Witch Master, she felt a sudden heat spread through her body, and a faint dampness bloomed deep between her legs.

Driven by a mysterious impulse, she slipped out of bed, left the room, and made her way to the first floor.

Sure enough.

The moment she reached the living room, she heard the faint, charming moans.

Oh my God, Master is really with the Grand Master.

She truly couldn’t fathom what her pure, noble, and elegant Palace Master would be like in bed. Spurred on by curiosity, she followed the sound, creeping closer to the guest room.

Because Lin Shuqing hadn’t locked the door from the inside, Lin Yingchun was able to turn the handle with just a gentle twist. The moment it clicked open, she froze in panic. If she let go now, the sound would surely give her away. Gritting her teeth, she had no choice but to turn the handle all the way and gently push the door open, creating a crack just two fingers wide.

When her gaze fell upon the stimulating scene on the bed, her eyes went wide, and her face turned crimson.

Her pure and noble Palace Master was riding the Grand Master, her face etched with a shockingly lustful expression...