Romantic Medical Immortal-Chapter 211: Midnight Passion

The sash at her waist slipped off in an instant under the gentle tug of his fingertips, the dark green silk nightdress peeling away like layers of petals, pooling on the floor in rippling waves of lustrous color.

All at once, her flawless, perfect body was exposed to the air. Moonlight cascaded over her, as if draping her in a veil of mystique, making her look every bit the goddess from a fairy tale.

Her swan-like neck arched gracefully, and in the little hollow beneath her collarbone, a lone, lingering bead of sweat glistened, trembling at the top of her cleavage.

With each breath, her full, soft jade bosom quivered gently, delivering a fierce visual shock.

And those long, shapely legs were even more enticing—the strap of her panties biting into the soft flesh at the top of her thighs, leaving faint red curves, the tender flesh glowing with a dewy peach luster beneath the moonlight.

"Xiaochen, do I look good?"

Seeing Yang Cheng completely stunned, Yang Rou’s lips curled into a sly smile, her eyes brimming with irresistibly seductive charm.

"You... you look amazing."

Yang Cheng was utterly captivated by Yang Rou before him. His breathing grew heavier, a wicked fire blazing inside him, surging up uncontrollably.

"Well then, do you want your big sister?"

The next moment, Yang Rou leaned in, pouncing straight onto Yang Cheng’s body.

The scent of her perfume mixed with the fragrance of alcohol washed over him, dizzying his senses. He barely hesitated, wrapping an arm around Yang Rou’s slender waist instead. The instant his palm touched that delicate skin, his heart raced, his hand wandering uncontrollably across her body.

"Mmm~~"

Feeling his hand roaming over her, Yang Rou’s expression turned even more alluring. Her arms wrapped around Yang Cheng’s neck, and she slowly lowered her head, pressing her lips down for a kiss.

Under the moonlight, Yang Rou’s features appeared exquisitely perfect, without flaw.

As her face drifted closer, Yang Cheng felt his heart pounding as if it would leap from his chest. He swallowed hard, then boldly leaned forward to meet her halfway.

Instantly, their lips met, tongues reaching out, tangling and twining together...

Their mouths exchanged saliva, their kissing wild, feverish, mad!

Throughout the kiss, Yang Cheng’s hands roamed greedily over Yang Rou’s body, finally cupping her full, soft jade breasts. As he kneaded and played with them, those creamy curves changed shape again and again; her areolas glowed a delicate sakura pink beneath the light, the tips hardening and standing proud from his teasing touch.

Yang Rou’s slender waist twisted gently in Yang Cheng’s palm, supple as a slippery fish. The edge of her panties dug deeper into her thighs, leaving darker red lines, the pillowy softness squeezing out around the fabric, shimmering wet beneath the moonlight.

"Mmm, mmh, ahh~ You naughty little brother, your hands really know what they’re doing!"

Yang Rou took Yang Cheng’s tongue in her mouth, biting down on the tip, her moaning sighs mingling with shallow, panting breaths, searing heat brushing his lips with every exhale.

And her hands were already tugging away his clothes, eagerly stripping him bare.

Soon, both of them lay naked before each other—no secrets, nothing hidden between them now.

Bathed in moonlight, their bodies tangled, kissing, fondling... the scene was soaked in sinful, intoxicating beauty.

"I want it... Now, give it to me!!"

A few minutes later, Yang Rou was lost completely in the pleasure, breathless as she begged for more.

Hearing this, Yang Cheng snapped briefly back to his senses, glancing at the door with hesitation: "Sis, if we get caught doing this..."

"Relax, they’re all asleep. They’ll never know a thing!"

Yang Rou rolled on top of Yang Cheng, pinning him beneath her. She slipped out her soft tongue, licking down his skin.

Trailing lower from the neck...

"Ahh!!"

Soon Yang Cheng felt a rush of warmth wrapping around him, making him gasp sharply. And when she began to suck, a look of unrestrained pleasure flooded his face.

God, that feels good!

So fucking good!

Who cares what happens now—even if we’re discovered, I’ll keep going no matter what.

With that thought, Yang Cheng set his worries aside, closing his eyes and savoring it all.

A few minutes later, Yang Rou finally released him, lying atop Yang Cheng and panting heavily, her gaze hazy with need: "You wicked little brother, I want you so much... Hurry up... I can’t wait another second!"

"Sis, I’m coming!"

At her words, Yang Cheng didn’t hesitate in the slightest, flipping Yang Rou beneath him in one swift motion.

As their naked bodies pressed skin to skin, the burning heat from Yang Cheng’s lower belly met the delicate softness of Yang Rou’s body.

Yang Rou moaned deeply, her fingernails scratching five red tracks down Yang Cheng’s back. Her ankles hooked around his waist, guiding him as he slowly pressed inside. The hot, tight slickness enveloped him in an instant, splitting them both apart with broken, muffled moans.

"Sis, does it hurt?"

Yang Cheng stopped where he was, not advancing any further, his voice hoarse like it was wrapped in sandpaper,

"It hurts!!"

Yang Rou was panting hard, her fingertips tracing the muscles across Yang Cheng’s back, and said, "It hurts... but I want Xiaochen to enjoy it even more."

Once she finished, she gently lifted her waist, taking the initiative to meet him...

"Nnh!!"

The overpowering sense of tightness came flooding in, making Yang Cheng let out a muffled groan, which instantly shattered every last piece of rationality—he lost it completely, turning into a wild animal.

...

An hour later!

"Sis... I... I can’t take it anymore!"

All of a sudden, Yang Cheng felt a jolt of electricity pulse through his body, sending tingles everywhere, and a raw, hoarse roar broke from his lips.

"Don’t come inside, it’s not safe right now!"

Yang Rou suddenly remembered something, her eyes snapped open as she said it.

Hearing this, Yang Cheng pulled out right away, and Yang Rou quickly sat up, took hold of him, and started stroking him fast.

"Sis, I want to finish in your mouth!"

Letting something so precious just go to waste felt like such a shame to Yang Cheng. His gaze shifted, and he blurted out his request.

"Okay!!"

After all, they’d already been together a few times. Yang Rou didn’t hesitate at all, instantly knelt on the bed, opened her lips, and took Yang Cheng into her mouth.

As soon as he was inside, Yang Cheng grabbed Yang Rou’s head with both hands, losing control as he started to thrust wildly, letting himself go.

"Mmm mmm mmm..."

His fierce movements sent Yang Rou’s mind completely blank; all she could do was let out muffled, pained whimpers around him. Still, she didn’t push him away, letting him have his way, until that scorching heat hit the back of her throat and, on reflex, she opened her mouth wider.

Wave after wave of heat poured straight down her throat and into her stomach.

He finally withdrew, satisfied after nearly a dozen seconds of release, and collapsed onto the bed. Right now, Yang Rou had no more Primordial Yin Qi left to absorb, so he could only recover his strength by resting.

Yang Rou was exhausted, too. Her eyes were hazy, gasping for breath, lost in the afterglow and unable to pull herself away from what just happened.

"Sis, did it feel good?"

After a quick rest, Yang Cheng reached over and pulled Yang Rou into his arms, grinning mischievously as he asked her.

"Good, so good! I could die from loving you!"

Yang Rou lay on his chest like a little kitten, pouting as she went on, "But it hurts down there, all your fault!"

"It’s okay, I’ll rub it for you and it’ll be fine."

Yang Cheng gave a soft laugh, his hand sliding down to her wet entrance. Seeing how swollen and red she was, he quietly activated his cultivation technique, channeling True Qi through his fingertips as he gently massaged her—this would clear the pain and swelling quickly.

"Nnngh~~"

Yang Rou softly whimpered, closing her eyes in bliss as she melted into his touch.

About ten minutes later, Yang Cheng finished massaging her, and asked, "Sis, try now—does it still hurt?"

"Wow, it really doesn’t hurt anymore! You’re amazing."

Joy flashed across Yang Rou’s face as she threw her arms around Yang Cheng and kissed him hard. Then she said, "It’s getting late. I have to get back to my room. If Mom wakes up and I’m not there, she’ll start wondering for sure."

"Alright, hurry and go back!"

Yang Cheng nodded lightly.

Since there weren’t enough rooms, Yang Rou could only share a bed with Ni Mengyao.

If Ni Mengyao woke up and found Yang Rou missing, it would definitely cause trouble they didn’t need.

"Bang bang bang!"

But just as Yang Rou was putting her clothes on, someone suddenly knocked at the door—loud and clear through the quiet of the night...