Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 96: What Happened Last Night?

On the disheveled bed, Sun Zhe and Li Zhishan were tightly embracing, rolling back and forth. Their lips seemed glued together, almost impossible to separate.

In the midst of their mutual exploration, Li Zhishan was the first to lose patience. She suddenly sat up, pressing a hand against Sun Zhe’s chest muscles and revealing her dominant side.

"Lie down obediently and don’t move. Tonight, it’s sister’s turn to ride you!"

Then, she moved her delicate body atop Sun Zhe and spread her beautiful, stocking-clad legs, sitting directly on his face. Her smooth, bare flesh rubbed vigorously against his nose through a layer of sheer, flesh-colored stockings. Sun Zhe felt as if he was suffocating and hastily grabbed her slim waist to stop her from wriggling around.

Li Zhishan looked down at him, her eyes filled with seduction as she lifted her tight skirt to her waist. "Baby," she said softly, "let sister treat you to some seafood, alright?"

"This is sister’s ’drunken abalone’... It’s delicious."

After drinking, she seemed even more unrestrained than usual, almost wild, capable of saying the most provocative things.

Sun Zhe didn’t hesitate. He reached forward, tore her stockings open, and pushed aside the soaked lace fabric with his fingers, revealing her succulent, hairless folds.

"Aaaah—!"

As his agile tongue teased open the two moist lips, Li Zhishan couldn’t help but tilt her head back, letting out a long, enchanting moan.

"Mmm... baby, you’re amazing. Go deeper... sister is so itchy..."

In just a minute, Li Zhishan was driven wild by his tongue, and a powerful wave of pleasure threatened to make her release everything. But she didn’t want it to end so soon. Forcing herself to hold back, she moved aside and knelt beside him. She pulled off his pajama pants and underwear in one motion, freeing the dragon she both loved and hated.

A smirk played on Sun Zhe’s lips; he naturally knew what she wanted to do, so he obediently lay still. After pleasuring her for so long, it was his turn to be pampered.

Li Zhishan gave Sun Zhe a charming look, her face flushed, though it was unclear if it was from intoxication or shyness. She reached up and untied the bun on her head. Her fragrant, waist-length waves cascaded down, adding to her captivating allure. She then shook her head, raising a hand to sweep the messy hair from her shoulder and revealing half of her exquisitely beautiful face.

"Baby, Sister has been dying for your banana."

Sun Zhe teased with a smile, "So, bringing Auntie home was just a pretense? Your real goal was to eat my banana, wasn’t it?"

"Hehe, you saw right through me."

Seeing her playful and provocative look, Sun Zhe felt an urgent throb below; the veined dragon seemed ready to explode.

Gazing at him affectionately, Li Zhishan bent over seductively. She guided the towering dragon with one of her beautifully manicured hands, leaned in, and flicked her little tongue out, starting her kisses from the base. Just a moment later, she took him into her mouth, swallowing passionately with audible slurps. A trail of saliva dripped from the corner of her lips and trickled slowly down his length...

A few minutes later.

With Yang Qi raging inside him, Sun Zhe suddenly flipped her onto her back. He forcefully spread her stocking-clad legs, knelt between her hips, and grabbed her slim waist, lifting her from the bed. After taking aim, he thrust forward!

As the dragon plunged deep into her inner palace, the folds of flesh inside clung to him tightly. An indescribable pleasure washed over Sun Zhe’s body and soul. Meanwhile, Li Zhishan’s eyes had rolled back slightly, and she felt as if she couldn’t breathe.

"Baby... where did you learn this position?"

"It’s too deep... Sister can’t take it anymore!"

"Ah, yes, baby! Harder! Go harder... Fucking destroy me!"

Listening to Li Zhishan’s unrestrained, wanton words, Sun Zhe gritted his teeth. He held her arched hips steady and thrust fiercely!

The intense battle lasted until past two in the morning. Exhausted, the two fell asleep tangled in each other’s limbs, entering dreamland together.

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「The next day.」

Bright sunshine poured through the window, illuminating Zhu Yan’s serene, sleeping face. Her long eyelashes fluttered gently as she slowly opened her eyes.

She lifted the quilt and sat up, stretching lazily and feeling sore all over. She couldn’t quite recall what had happened last night, only vaguely remembering that she had drunk a lot. Then, Li Zhishan had arranged for a car service to take her home, and she’d fallen on the stairs, scraping her knee.

After that... nothing.

What exactly happened last night? Who changed my clothes? Was it Zhishan...?

She rubbed her forehead, trying hard to remember, but nothing came to mind. Giving up, she simply got out of bed and left her room, intending to see if Sun Zhe was home.

Moments later, when she saw the utterly debauched scene in Sun Zhe’s room, she gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.

A faint, musky scent hung in the air. On the messy bed, two pale, naked bodies were tangled together, fast asleep. Men’s and women’s intimate apparel, along with torn stockings, were scattered across the floor in front of the bed.

Although she had accepted Sun Zhe’s "Cultivation" with other women, seeing it firsthand still made her heart ache with jealousy.

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Sun Zhe woke up naturally sometime past ten in the morning.

He reached for the person beside him but found the space empty. Li Zhishan was already gone.

Sister Zhishan must have left already, huh?

He lay quietly in bed, reminiscing about the previous night’s madness. The faint sound of TV commercials drifted from the living room. From the kitchen came the rhythmic sound of chopping. Outside, cicadas buzzed noisily.

The mix of sounds felt suddenly comforting. This, he thought, must be the sound of simple, peaceful happiness.

He got out of bed, left his room, and headed to the kitchen, where he found Zhu Yan in an apron, chopping ribs. She wore a conservative house dress, but it couldn’t hide her alluring curves. Her long hair was tied up in a loose, casual bun with a chopstick stuck through it.

"Auntie."

Sun Zhe walked over and hugged Zhu Yan’s slim waist from behind, burying his face in her neck and greedily inhaling the scent of her hair.

Zhu Yan glanced at him. "Awake?"

Sun Zhe let her go and rubbed his forehead. "Did Sister Zhishan leave?"

Zhu Yan’s face was expressionless as she stared at the fresh ribs on the cutting board. She gestured with her chin.

"Well, isn’t that your Sister Zhishan right there?"

Hearing this, Sun Zhe was stunned. "Auntie, don’t scare me!"

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