Romantic Medical Immortal-Chapter 102: Do You Know How to Flirt?

Boom!

Staring at the Peach Blossom Cave in front of him, Yang Chen felt his scalp tingle, his breath growing rapid. He never imagined that the nearly thirty-year-old Meng Yao would be so tender below, still in a closed state, clearly untouched.

Moreover, Meng Yao had very little hair down there, making it look clean and tidy.

Just by looking at the bottom, one might think Meng Yao was just a twenty-year-old girl.

Gulp!!

After staring for a while, Yang Chen swallowed hard, his heart stirred uncontrollably. If he were to insert it, it must feel incredible.

"Mr. Yang, don’t... don’t look anymore!"

Feeling Yang Chen’s fiery gaze, Meng Yao, despite herself being a veteran in society, turned red, immediately covering up and saying, "Hurry and start checking my body!"

"Hall Master Meng, don’t be shy, just think of me as a doctor. In a doctor’s eyes, there’s no distinction between male and female."

Yang Chen lifted his gaze, speaking softly, "Besides, with you covering up, I can’t help check you."

"Okay... okay."

Meng Yao finally withdrew her hand, tightly closing her eyes, her breath growing more erratic, clearly indicating her extreme nervousness.

Actually, Yang Chen could understand Meng Yao’s current state. Though she was flourishing in Peach Blossom County, in matters between men and women, she was a simple girl without any experience.

She was a bit better than Liu Wen but still blushed.

To prevent Meng Yao from feeling shyer, Yang Chen immediately dispelled any wicked thoughts, his expression turning serious. He studied the ’Peach Blossom Cave’ and then slowly stretched out his hand to touch it.

As his finger touched the entrance, the delicate, soft sensation transmitted to his fingertips.

"Hmm~~"

Simultaneously, Meng Yao’s body trembled as if electrified, letting out a charming moan.

"Don’t be nervous, I’m just checking if you can secrete like a normal woman, which concerns whether a man can successfully enter." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Yang Chen promptly explained.

Quickly, Meng Yao calmed down, gently nodding, relaxing much.

Seeing this, Yang Chen no longer hesitated, his fingers continuously kneading and touching around Meng Yao’s cave entrance, as if his fingers possessed magic. Before long, the entrance began to secrete fluid, though not enough for penetration.

Instantly, Yang Chen activated the Cultivation Technique, attempting to use True Qi to quickly stimulate Meng Yao’s state.

"Hmm~~~ Hmm~~"

Under the stimulation of True Qi, Meng Yao felt unprecedented pleasure, her gaze growing hazy, continuously letting out moans.

However, due to embarrassment, she deliberately suppressed her voice, preventing herself from making excessively shameful sounds.

"This isn’t right!"

About two minutes later, Yang Chen frowned, surprisingly discovering that no matter how he stimulated, Meng Yao secreted little fluid, even though the Peach Blossom Cave was more lubricated than before, insertion seemed difficult.

If the man is small, he could enter, but if too big, definitely not.

"What’s wrong?"

Meng Yao looked up at Yang Chen, her eyes filled with worry, asking.

"Hall Master Meng, my check indicates you secrete less fluid than a normal woman. I suspect this is because you’re too nervous, so I plan to use another method to stimulate your body."

Yang Chen rose slowly, directly facing Meng Yao.

Meng Yao sat up too, extremely flushed, asking, "What method?"

Yang Chen asked, "Do you know how to flirt?"

"Uh..."

Hearing these words, Meng Yao’s face immediately flushed, nodding gently, "A little."

"Good, then let’s try flirting." Yang Chen saw her somewhat peculiar expression and immediately explained, "Hall Master Meng, don’t misunderstand. I’m doing this to treat you, as it can help immerse you, reducing your tension; purely touching you below would make you extremely tense, affecting the secretion!"

If another doctor said this, Meng Yao would surely think the person a scoundrel!

But Yang Chen was different; he was a cultivator!

Moreover, the most acceptable thing for Meng Yao was that Yang Chen was young and handsome, with an aura that felt very friendly; flirting with such a man was not entirely unacceptable.

She nodded lightly and asked, "Do you take the initiative, or do I?"

"If you could take the initiative, that would be best, allowing you to immerse quicker!"

Yang Chen thought briefly and responded.

"Then... then come sit down!"

Meng Yao nodded shyly, then took Yang Chen’s arm, seating him on the massage bed.

If Meng Yao’s underlings saw this scene, they’d drop their jaws. Is this really the Rose Goddess, Meng Yao?

In the underworld, Meng Yao was the fearsome Queen Yama, brutal to foes like a rabid dog or vicious cat, her cruelty renowned.

Now...

She resembled a newlywed bride, shy and gentle, almost another person.

Once Yang Chen sat down, Meng Yao turned her head, gazing at Yang Chen’s handsome face, feeling an unexpected flutter, reminiscent of her university days—a feeling she hadn’t felt in ages.

She said, "By the way, I might not be very good, don’t be dismissive!"

"No problem, I’ll assist you." Yang Chen chuckled, responding.

"Okay!" Meng Yao said no more, placing her hand on Yang Chen’s pants, softly rubbing the erect tent twice, her heart stirring. Although slender, he was unexpectedly well-endowed.

Even through denim, she felt the Dragon Root’s burning heat.

Gradually, her mouth grew dry, her gaze increasingly desirous. Her hands moved up, landing on the belt.

Using both hands, she effortlessly unclasped the belt, impatiently pulling down the pants.

Suddenly, the long-restrained black dragon was unleashed.

Boom!

Seeing the massive Dragon Root, Meng Yao’s pupils contracted, waves surging within.

So big!

Through the pants, she knew Yang Chen was well-endowed but never expected him to be this robust.

Wider than her wrist!

If inserted, wouldn’t it tear her apart?

Hard to fathom this potent endowment belonged to a human; akin to a mule.

Next, Meng Yao grasped the Dragon Root, feeling the scorching hardness, her eyes full of astonishment, saying, "My God, what did you eat growing up to be this big?"

Yang Chen laughed, "Nothing special, just regular growth."

"Incredible!"

Meng Yao couldn’t help complimenting, then grasped the enormous Dragon Root, gently stroking it.

"Whew!"

Held by a cool hand, Yang Chen felt pleasure coursing through, wearing a blissful expression, arms wrapping Meng Yao’s slender waist, the other hand grasping her plump, smooth breast...