Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 95: Zhu Yan Drunk

In the blink of an eye, night fell.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Sun Zhe slowly opened his eyes, a faint electric light flashing in their depths. After a full afternoon of cultivation, he had barely managed to grasp the fundamentals of the "True Qi Thunder Transformation".

I’m hungry. I’ll get something to eat and then continue cultivating tonight!

The sense of accomplishment from his hard work filled Sun Zhe with motivation, and he decided to go hard again right after dinner.

He checked his phone and saw it was already past seven in the evening. There was also an unread message from Zhu Yan. In the message, she mentioned that she was having dinner with colleagues again and would be home very late.

Sigh, my stepmom is such a busy person these days.

Sun Zhe smiled helplessly and didn’t give it much more thought. After wolfing down the leftovers from lunch in the kitchen, he returned to his room to continue his cultivation of the "True Qi Thunder Transformation".

Once he began, he lost all track of time.

Around eleven o’clock that night, his phone suddenly rang. Picking it up, he saw it was a call from Li Zhishan.

"Hello, Sister Zhishan? Why are you calling me so late?"

He assumed she was feeling horny again and wanted to invite him out for a hookup.

But what’s a hookup compared to cultivation, anyway?

Li Zhishan said with a coquettish pout, "Sun Xiaoze, what are you busy with all day? Don’t you even notice when someone from your own house is missing?"

Sun Zhe was taken aback, not quite understanding what she meant.

"Sister Zhishan, what’s wrong?" 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Cut the crap and open the door! I’m right outside your house!"

"Ah, okay, okay! I’m coming!"

Sun Zhe hurriedly jumped off the bed and rushed to the living room to open the door. The moment he opened it, he saw Li Zhishan propping up a dead-drunk Zhu Yan.

Li Zhishan shot him an annoyed glare. "Your stepmom is out getting plastered like this, and you didn’t even call to check on her?"

Seeing Zhu Yan in such a drunken stupor, Sun Zhe was suddenly wracked with guilt. It was his fault for getting so engrossed in cultivation that he had completely neglected her. Without another word, he quickly took Zhu Yan from Li Zhishan and carried her to the sofa.

Li Zhishan followed him in as if she owned the place. She plopped down on the sofa with her hands on her hips and said, panting, "God, I’m exhausted. Hurry up and get me a glass of water."

Shortly after, Sun Zhe brought a glass of water to Li Zhishan. "How did my stepmom get this drunk? How much did she have?"

"How should I know?" Li Zhishan shot him another glare. "She said she was in a bad mood today and insisted on dragging me out for drinks after work. She immediately downed two large glasses of that fifty-something-proof Maotai. I couldn’t even stop her! She’s lucky I was with her. A beautiful woman like her, getting that drunk all alone... who knows who might have picked her up!"

Hearing this, Sun Zhe looked at Zhu Yan on the sofa, his eyes filled with worry. He couldn’t understand what could have possibly happened to upset her so much that she would drink so recklessly.

Could it be because I didn’t come home last night? No, that can’t be it. It’s not that serious.

Li Zhishan suddenly collapsed onto the sofa, waving her hand. "Nope, I’m done. I’ve had too much. I’m just going to close my eyes for a bit. You can take care of your stepmom. Anyway, she’s your problem now."

Sun Zhe stood quietly in the living room, feeling completely overwhelmed. Staring at the two stunning, sexily dressed women on the sofa, he felt a headache coming on—both in his head and below the belt.

Sigh, it looks like this is going to be another long night.

Sun Zhe sighed silently before walking over and squatting in front of the sofa. He skillfully removed the formal high heels from Zhu Yan’s stocking-clad feet. He felt no shyness around Zhu Yan, so after taking off her shoes, he reached under her pencil skirt and peeled off her black pantyhose.

In just a few moments, Sun Zhe had stripped her completely naked. He then wiped her down with a warm, damp cloth, helped her into a nightgown, and carried her into the bedroom, placing her gently on the bed.

"Sigh..."

Standing by the bed, Sun Zhe looked down at the large tent pitched in his pants and let out a long sigh. With Zhu Yan this drunk, he obviously couldn’t do anything, so he could only try to suppress the fire building within him.

"Why? Why did you have to come back?!"

"You bastard! Get out! Get out of my sight and never show your face again!"

Just as Sun Zhe was about to turn and leave, Zhu Yan suddenly sat up, wrapped her arms around his waist, and began cursing furiously.

For a moment, Sun Zhe tensed up, thinking she was yelling at him.

So that’s it. Stepmom is like this because I didn’t come home last night.

He sighed softly, a bitter taste in his mouth.

"You animal! Do you have any idea how hard life has been for me and Qiaoqiao?!"

Sun Zhe lowered his head guiltily. "I’m sorry, Stepmom. It’s my fault."

"WAAAAAH..."

Zhu Yan suddenly burst into tears, her hands weakly pummeling his body.

"You really are an animal! Get out! The sight of you makes me sick!"

Seeing her tear-streaked face, Sun Zhe felt a strange pang in his heart, as if it were being pierced by needles. He leaned down and hugged her, gently patting her back. "Alright, alright, just go to sleep. Everything will be better when you wake up."

After a long time, Zhu Yan finally calmed down. Sun Zhe gently laid her back down and tucked the covers around her. The thought that there was another drunk woman in the living room waiting for him made his balls ache.

Shortly after, he returned to the living room to find Li Zhishan whimpering as she rolled around on the sofa. She had her hand stuck inside her collar and had pulled her bra halfway out.

"Sister Zhishan?"

"Mmm... what?" Li Zhishan lazily turned over and kicked at Sun Zhe’s stomach with her stockinged legs. "Don’t bother me. I’m trying to sleep."

Compared to Zhu Yan, Li Zhishan wasn’t quite as drunk; at least she could still hold a conversation.

Sun Zhe said, "Go sleep in the bedroom."

Li Zhishan suddenly sat up and looked at him with bleary eyes. "I’m so hot, Sun Xiaoze. Help me take my bra off. It’s digging into my boobs and it’s really uncomfortable."

Without a word, Sun Zhe stepped forward, pulled down the neckline of her off-the-shoulder top, and skillfully unhooked her bra.

Then, Li Zhishan held out her arms to him. "Carry me to your room. I want to sleep with you. Let’s tumble in the sheets... I want to play with your big dick."

Feeling utterly resigned, Sun Zhe had no choice but to scoop her up in his arms. Only now did he realize that when Li Zhishan was drunk and flirty, she was actually kind of cute.

Li Zhishan wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her face in his chest, and whispered, "Sun Xiaoze."

"Hmm?"

"I want to get fucked again."

Her words sent a jolt through him. His breathing instantly grew ragged, and the Yang Qi in his body began to stir uncontrollably.

"You’re already this drunk. Are you sure you can handle it?"

"It’s better when I’m drunk. You can fuck me like I’m a dead fish."

"..."