Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 92: Han Xinyue

Late at night, in the South Suburb of Yang City, faint moans drifted out from a room within a sprawling manor, pervading the silent darkness.

A beautiful woman with a superb disposition and a voluptuous figure lay on a messy bed, her long, lovely legs raised high in an M-shape, her posture resembling that of an overturned frog.

The sexy, exquisite lace bra on her chest had been pushed up, leaving her large, pale breasts completely exposed and heaving with every breath. Her eyes were glazed over as she panted raggedly. Aside from the displaced bra, the only other thing on her body was a pair of gray silk stockings, which had been half-pulled down. The removed portion of the stocking hung limply in the air, swaying gently with the movement of her body like a willow branch in the wind.

Zhou Chenhao, still wrapped in bandages, knelt between the woman’s thighs. His hands pressed down on her knees as he furiously thrust his hips. His teeth were clenched and his forehead was slick with sweat; he was clearly exhausted and straining.

The woman beneath him, the recipient of his assault, was none other than his nominal stepmother—Han Xinyue.

And Zhou Xiaolong, the young man who still lay in a coma, was the son she had with Zhou Chenhao.

In the wealthy circles of Yang City, Han Xinyue’s reputation as a femme fatale was widely known. Years ago, countless wealthy scions had pursued her. In the end, however, she was taken to bed by the Zhou Family Head, Zhou Tianxiong. He elevated her from a despised mistress into the rightful matriarch of the Zhou Family.

But Zhou Tianxiong would never have imagined, even on his deathbed, that the young wife he cherished so dearly was secretly involved with his own son, Zhou Chenhao.

"Oh... Chenhao, harder... please, harder!"

With Zhou Chenhao’s thrusts, Han Xinyue gradually began to feel that familiar, long-lost pleasure, and she couldn’t help but moan wantonly. Now that Zhou Tianxiong was dead, she and Zhou Chenhao had no more reservations. They could sleep together whenever they pleased.

As he pumped with all his might, Zhou Chenhao suddenly frowned. Feeling the tight, wet heat of her passage clenching around him, he could no longer hold back and quickly reached his limit. Faced with the exquisite creature beneath him, he had never been able to last more than ten minutes.

"Xinyue, I... I’m about to come!"

"No..." Han Xinyue cried out in alarm.

But before she could stop him, a torrent of hot fluid erupted deep inside her.

A few seconds later, Zhou Chenhao collapsed on top of her like a deflated balloon. His limp body pressed down on her as he gasped for air like an exhausted bull.

Han Xinyue lay quietly, staring at the ceiling. Her expression slowly grew complex, a mixture of disdain, contempt, and disappointment...

The foreplay had taken twenty minutes, but the main event was over in just five or six. She had only just started to feel aroused, and he was already finished. His performance was so poor she felt second-hand embarrassment.

You’re not even as good as your old man. At least that old goat could go twice in one night.

She glanced at Zhou Chenhao, her thoughts dripping with scorn. But she didn’t dare show the slightest hint of it, because Zhou Chenhao was now the Head of the Zhou Family.

On the day of the family meeting, everyone had been drugged. Several men dressed in black had burst into the hall, killing everyone in sight before setting the place on fire. In that disaster, Zhou Tianxiong and several of the elder Tributors were killed. Only she and Zhou Chenhao had narrowly escaped. With Zhou Tianxiong dead, Zhou Chenhao rightfully inherited control of the Zhou Family.

"Xinyue, did you enjoy that?" Zhou Chenhao suddenly asked, pulling Han Xinyue from her thoughts.

Han Xinyue felt a surge of contempt. Where do you get the nerve to ask if I enjoyed it?

But she dared not let it show, instead nodding with a bashful look. "Mm... I enjoyed it very much."

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Zhou Chenhao asked with some annoyance, "What is it?!"

The nanny’s excited voice came from outside. "Family Head, Young Master Xiaolong is awake!"

Hearing this, Zhou Chenhao and Han Xinyue exchanged a look, their eyes wide with shock.

「Soon after.」

The two of them, now fully dressed, hurried to Zhou Xiaolong’s room.

Zhou Xiaolong was sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing blankly out the window at the night sky, a look of complete despair on his face. With the tool for carrying on his family line destroyed, he felt life was meaningless. The only thing that kept him going now was his hatred for Sun Zhe.

Han Xinyue stood by the bed, tears glistening in her beautiful eyes as she looked at her precious son.

"Brother, where are we?"

Zhou Chenhao reached out and patted his shoulder. "This is a manor I rented in the South Suburb."

Just then, Han Xinyue asked, "Xiaolong, who on earth did this to you? Tell Mom, and I’ll get revenge for you!"

Zhou Xiaolong recalled the events of that night in the abandoned factory and gritted his teeth. "It was that bastard Sun Zhe!"

"Brother, Mom, you have to avenge me!" he pleaded. "I want him to wish he were dead, but be denied even that!"

「After a long time.」

After calming Zhou Xiaolong down, Zhou Chenhao and Han Xinyue returned to their room.

Zhou Chenhao sighed and said to Han Xinyue, "Let’s put off getting revenge for Xiaolong for now. The most important thing right now is to find that bitch Gu Lingxue."

Han Xinyue’s eyes widened in a glare. She whirled to face him, her voice sharp with anger. "Zhou Chenhao, Xiaolong is your son!"

"I know, just let me finish!"

Han Xinyue turned her head away and said coldly, "I don’t care. Now that we know who hurt Xiaolong, I want revenge, and I won’t wait a moment longer!"

Zhou Chenhao took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm. "According to Xiaolong, that Sun Zhe is an incredibly skilled fighter. He’s probably a Martial Artist. Our Zhou Family has no one left. How do you propose we get revenge?"

"Xinyue, listen to me. Let’s put this on hold for now. Let me handle the group’s affairs and stabilize the Zhou Family first, then we can talk."

Han Xinyue demanded, "What about the Great Tributor? Send him to find that Sun Zhe!"

Zhou Chenhao replied, "The Great Tributor was severely injured by Gu Lingxue while saving me that night. How can we trouble the old man now? We should let him rest and recover in peace."

Hearing this, Han Xinyue let out a cold snort. Without another word, she turned and walked away.

"Where are you going so late?"

"I’m going for a walk to clear my head. You stay with Xiaolong."

「Not long after.」

Under the cover of night, Han Xinyue made her way to a secluded courtyard within the manor.

As soon as she entered, she saw the Great Tributor, Yue Changlin, sitting cross-legged under a tree in quiet meditation.

"Madam, it is quite late. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" Yue Changlin asked, opening his eyes and fixing his benevolent gaze on Han Xinyue.

In the Zhou Family, Yue Changlin held an extremely high seniority; even the former Family Head, Zhou Tianxiong, had to address him as ’Uncle’. Although Yue Changlin was over eighty years old, his lifelong Cultivation had kept his body strong. He looked like a man in his fifties, vigorous and with a resonant voice.

Han Xinyue gently swept aside her fragrant hair and walked gracefully toward Yue Changlin in her high heels. Stopping before him, she smiled sweetly. "Great Tributor, you saved Chenhao’s life. Xinyue has come specifically to thank you."

Hearing this, Yue Changlin waved his hand with a smile, his eyes darting, intentionally or not, toward the low-cut neckline of her dress. The sight of those two full, snowy-white mounds, threatening to spill from her dress, nearly stole his soul away. But as an elder, he could not lose his composure in front of a junior.

He averted his gaze and smiled kindly. "I watched Chenhao grow up. He is like a grandson to me. It was only natural that I would save him when he was in danger."

Han Xinyue said nothing. Instead, she suddenly crouched down and reached out, her delicate hand touching Yue Changlin’s crotch.

Yue Changlin shivered with a jolt, quickly grabbing her hand. "Madam, what are you doing?"

Han Xinyue gave him a meaningful look and whispered, her breath fragrant, "Great Tributor, stop pretending... You want me, don’t you?"

"Don’t think I don’t know. That time Tianxiong blindfolded me and said he had a surprise... It was you who came to my room that night, wasn’t it?"

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