Romantic Medical Immortal-Chapter 233: Sensual Treatment (Part 1)

Fuck me till I die!

Hearing those words, Yang Chen was momentarily stunned, shock flickering in his eyes. He hadn’t expected the woman doctor who’d seemed so prim and proper a moment ago to suddenly become so wild—calling him "husband," and saying things so desperately hungry.

The craziest part: Chu Wanpeng was right outside. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Yet his enemy’s sexy mother was whispering such filthy things to him.

If Chu Wanpeng overheard this, Yang Chen wondered what the look on his face would be.

"Oh? You want me to fuck you to death?"

Yang Chen’s fingers moved faster and faster, more slick honey leaking out and coating his hand.

"Mmm, yes... Good husband... I want you to fuck me to death... Hurry up and get hard!"

Even though the fire inside Zheng Qian was burning more wildly by the second, she still kept a shred of self-control.

Hearing herself say those words, her cheeks flushed so hard it looked like she was bleeding.

But in her mind, she kept telling herself it was all to excite Yang Chen.

She knew men all too well!

Sometimes words could get a man even hotter than a touch ever could.

"Then why don’t you suck me a bit, see if I get hard?"

Yang Chen grinned, sliding his honey-soaked fingers out, then hooking them under Zheng Qian’s chin.

The next moment, what she did surprised him—Zheng Qian didn’t mind his slick, sticky fingers at all. Instead, she rolled her eyes in a sinfully sexy way, stuck out her fragrant tongue, and slid his fingers straight into her mouth.

Her tongue was agile as hell, swirling and licking up every bit.

Damn!

This woman really was a fucking wild one.

Watching Zheng Qian right now, Yang Chen’s own hunger only grew fiercer. The idea of banging this perfect, mature woman was now fixed in his mind. Sleeping with this kind of hot MILF was the best thing in the whole damn world.

And she was his enemy’s mother, after all.

Banging your enemy’s mom...

The thought alone was enough to make him dizzy with excitement.

"Come on, suck me off!"

Yang Chen pressed his sticky fingers against Zheng Qian’s little mouth, making her let out muffled moans.

But Zheng Qian didn’t resist at all—she rolled her eyes in another impossibly seductive way, eyes full of smoky allure. Then she spat the fingers out and climbed onto the bed, mouth opening wide, moving in.

"Hiss!!"

The moment her warmth enveloped him, Yang Chen sucked in a sharp breath, a look of bliss spreading across his face.

God, that felt good!

He had to admit, her oral skills were incredible—sucking, licking, her moves slick and smooth as water flowing over polished stone.

Clearly, she was no stranger to using her mouth to please a man.

Watching Zheng Qian’s cheeks swell full, Yang Chen couldn’t stop himself from glancing towards the door, a sneaky grin curling his lips.

Chu Wanhai, you thought you could fuck with me?

Right now your gorgeous slut of a mother is here on her knees, pleasing me with that hungry mouth of hers.

Heh, your mother sure knows how to suck cock.

She’s the best cocksucker I’ve ever met, hands down.

Time slipped by. After more than ten minutes, Zheng Qian’s mouth was aching with exhaustion—she finally let him slip out.

Gasping for breath, she couldn’t help but check out Yang Chen’s body.

Disappointment flickered, unhidden, in her eyes.

A moment ago she’d used every trick in her playbook; any normal guy would have been hard in no time.

But she’d sucked Yang Chen off for more than ten minutes—and there was still absolutely no reaction.

Could it be that this guy really has erectile dysfunction?

"Dr. Zeng, I think you were lying to me earlier. You even used your mouth, but I still can’t get it up. Am I really just a eunuch now?"

Yang Chen’s gaze turned grim as he stared fiercely at Zheng Qian and demanded.

"No... I didn’t lie to you!" Zheng Qian immediately tensed up, hurrying to explain, "I checked you just now—every part of your body is in perfect shape. Normally, you shouldn’t be like this at all. So what’s wrong? Where’s the problem?"

"Well, what do we do now?"

Yang Chen’s face looked serious, but inside he was secretly laughing. Seeing Zheng Qian so rattled made him feel so damn good.

Still, he was even more curious—how was Zheng Qian planning to treat him now?

"I... I’ll try something else."

Zheng Qian’s eyes shifted as a new idea struck her, and she said, "Maybe using my mouth just isn’t stimulating enough for you? Let’s try this: I’ll use my body to massage you. That might give you a stronger reaction."

"Massage?"

Yang Chen looked puzzled, unsure what she really meant.

"Yep, not an ordinary massage. You’ll see in a moment."

Zheng Qian flashed a mysterious smile, stood up, then sat astride Yang Chen—her dripping, honey-slick cave pressed right down onto his goods.

Hiss!!

The soft, wet heat crashed over him, the scorching nectar instantly wrapping around his massive tool.

Yang Chen’s heart thundered, his breath growing rough, and as Zheng Qian started rocking her body back and forth, side-to-side, waves of pleasure surged at him. He clenched his teeth to keep it together, his face totally open in lust.

Damn, this feels incredible!

He looked up at Zheng Qian—her eyes shut, lost in pleasure—his lips curling into a grin as he said, "Dr. Zeng, I never thought you’d be so kinky. Being your husband would be the luckiest thing in the world."

"Do you like it?"

Hearing that, Zheng Qian set her hands on Yang Chen’s broad chest, riding him even harder.

She might be doing this to stimulate Yang Chen, but every rub sent jolts of pleasure through her, too. It got her thoughts running wild—just pressing and teasing outside felt so damn good.

If he really slid inside, just how amazing would it feel?

He’s so huge!

He’d probably reach all the way to my stomach.

"Of course I do."

Yang Chen gripped Zheng Qian’s slim waist, savoring every inch as he continued, "Honestly, the way you’re grinding against me, I could just die from how good it feels. I wish I could slide in and really taste you."

"Go ahead, hurry up and put it in!"

Zheng Qian was even more excited now, rolling her body harder, her full breasts bouncing non-stop.

"If I actually do it, you won’t blame me, right?"

Yang Chen smiled at her, testing the waters.

"Of course not," Zheng Qian panted, "You’ve got such a big dick, you’re the best man I’ve ever seen. My husband can’t even begin to compare. If you can get hard, I want you to put it in me, and honestly, you can fuck me as hard as you want."

Every word came straight from her heart!

She’d been with plenty of men, but never had she seen one with Yang Chen’s equipment.

Her husband was getting older, had stopped having sex ages ago, and they’d even started sleeping in separate beds—she’d lost all joy as a woman. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she hooked up with a couple younger guys.

They looked strong enough, but when it came down to it, they lasted two minutes or three, tops.

Absolutely boring!

"Alright, if that’s what you want, I’m putting it in."

Yang Chen gave her an easy smile, withdrew his True Qi, and that limp dick immediately sprang to life.

Her honey was already flooding him, the doors wide open.

With just a little movement, he slid right in—