Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Chapter 512 - 496: Playing With Fire

Sun Zhe felt unsatisfied, his whole body inside and outside was burning with discomfort, but he couldn’t bear to bother Gu Lingxue any further, so he had no choice but to find Zhu Yan.

"Yan’Er, it’s time to get up and handle business."

Stealthily sneaking into Zhu Yan’s bedroom, Sun Zhe squatted by the bedside and whispered.

However, Zhu Yan was sweetly asleep, completely ignoring him.

Sun Zhe chuckled to himself and directly reached out to lift the quilt off her.

In an instant, a subtle fragrance wafted to his nose, making Sun Zhe feel refreshed and utterly intoxicated, "Ah, my Yan’Er’s scent is truly the best."

But Zhu Yan still ignored him.

Sun Zhe pinched her face and smiled, "Pretending to sleep, even when about to be exposed?"

Zhu Yan remained unresponsive, only turning over to lie on her side with her back to Sun Zhe.

Sun Zhe shook his head, chuckling softly, lamenting how good Zhu Yan was at pretending.

The reason he was sure Zhu Yan was pretending to sleep was that he knew Zhu Yan hadn’t slept.

Earlier, while "cultivating" with Gu Lingxue, he used his Divine Sense to detect the commotion near Zhu Yan and discovered she was stealthily eavesdropping outside the door.

"Pretending, huh? Okay, let’s see how long you can fake it."

Seeing the perfect curve of her hips outlined by the silky and shiny nightgown, Sun Zhe swallowed secretly, his heart stirred, and climbed into bed, lying sideways with his belly pressed tightly against Zhu Yan’s soft rear.

The soft, springy touch made Sun Zhe feel his bones turn to jelly.

Feeling the fiery sensation from the small of her back and snowy hips, Zhu Yan tensed involuntarily, as if several heating pads were attached to her.

She sighed inwardly, wondering how abundant this little rascal’s Yang Qi was, his body seemingly on fire.

Which woman could resist?

But she chose to continue pretending to sleep.

Suddenly, she felt a large, heated hand caressing her waist, slowly moving upwards until it grasped her fullness.

"Mm..."

Her breathing became slightly rapid, letting out a faint moan.

Rubbing tightly against her, Sun Zhe leaned to her ear, greedily inhaling her scent, bit her earlobe, and said, "Actually, I know I can’t wake up someone pretending to sleep, so I thought I’d try to awaken you otherwise."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yan furrowed her brows lightly, pressed her lips, stifling laughter, and hidden under the quilt, her delicate hand tightly clutched the sheet, inwardly cursing the little scoundrel.

At this moment, she felt her already short nightgown being slowly lifted, eventually rolled up to her belly, and then a large hand smoothly slid along her thigh to that mysterious place.

Her brows furrowed even tighter, instinctively squeezing her legs together.

But the hand was domineering, persistently wedging between her tightly closed legs, like a stubborn eel burrowing, then exerting great force to pry her legs open, leaving a palm-width gap.

"Mm..."

Moments later.

As the mischievous fingertips pressed against the newly awakened bud, Zhu Yan once again let out a moan.

The honey liquid brewed over tens of days flowed uncontrollably, becoming a sticky mess quickly.

"Yan’Er, why are you so overflowing?"

"And no panties either."

Sun Zhe moved closer to Zhu Yan’s ear, exhaling warm air, smiled playfully, and asked.

Feeling the man’s heated breath behind her, Zhu Yan finally couldn’t hold back, giggling, wriggling, and petulantly removing his hand, "Gosh, stop it, I’m sleeping."

Unexpectedly, as soon as her voice fell, searing heat was felt below.

That hot, large, fierce, and crimson mushroom directly breached the muddy, overflowing place!

"Ugh..."

The long-lost, supreme sensation made Zhu Yan lift her snowy neck and let out a prolonged moan.

A strong sense of happiness flooded her heart, causing her delicate body to tremble uncontrollably, her pale skin blushing faintly.

Sun Zhe said, "Still pretending to sleep?"

Reaching back with her slender hand, Zhu Yan pinched his waist, pouting, "Weren’t you cultivating with Director Gu? Why come to me?"

"Jealous?"

"Not at all."

"Then I’m compensating you now."

"Tsk, who needs your compensation?"

Sun Zhe said no more words, slowly adjusting his position lower for a better angle, then gradually thrusting forward.

"Mmhmm... Slow down..."

Feeling the writhing, scorching discomfort advancing inch by inch, and her innermost layers of tender flesh, like loyal defenders, wrapped around him with full strength, Zhu Yan felt electric shocks, her whole body turning weak.

"Ah... hiss..."

Behind her, Sun Zhe was equally enjoying this, exhaling blissfully, "Yan’Er, it’s so hot inside you!"

"Mmhmm..."

Zhu Yan moaned softly, instinctively arching her body forward, raising the curve of her snowy hips further, facilitating Sun Zhe’s advance.

"Sssshhhh..."

As Sun Zhe began his slow advance, slight watery sounds drifted in the room, mimicking the stirring of thin mud, mysteriously moving.

Trying to suppress it, Zhu Yan whispered, "Can you not exert so much? Otherwise, Director Gu might hear."

Sun Zhe ignored her, gripping her slender waist with one hand and holding her fragrant shoulder with the other, intensifying his thrusts.

"Pff pff pff pff..."

The high-frequency impact sounds reverberated in the room, breaking the quiet night, adding an air of mystery.

Unlike any woman he had been with, Zhu Yan had an indescribable tightness, so within about ten minutes, Sun Zhe, bottled up for half a month, started to feel it.

"Yan’Er! Coming! Coming coming!"

Suddenly, Sun Zhe stopped, gripping Zhu Yan tightly, his large hand squeezing until leaving bright red marks.

Feeling the intense heat rising, Zhu Yan trembled wildly, clenching the sheets with both hands, biting a corner of the pillow, trying hard not to make a sound.

She could clearly feel the waves of "magma" pouring into her.

Each wave of magma caused her to tremble violently.

After a while, both settled down.

Sun Zhe lay on the bed, exhaling deeply, inwardly content at finally being able to sleep well tonight.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Yan rolled over and climbed on him, skillfully straddling his belly, "What’s wrong, little rascal, this is all you’ve got?"

Seeing Zhu Yan’s seductive look, Sun Zhe’s heart suddenly foresaw trouble, realizing he seemed to have gotten into big trouble.

He suddenly remembered, ever since she cultivated the "He Gu Heart Scripture," Zhu Yan’s power surpassed his!

"Yan’Er, I... I was wrong, I want to sleep."

But pleading now was too late.

Next moment, Zhu Yan decisively sat down.

Sun Zhe immediately felt the second-in-command tightly enveloped from all directions, the deep edge of Zhu Yan’s body giving off a strange suction.

"Come on, didn’t you want it? Today I’ll let you have your fill!"

"..."

About an hour later.

Sun Zhe, with a bitter face, hid under the covers, "Yan’Er, I really know I’m wrong, I’m injured too."

"Now you realize you’re injured? What were you doing earlier?"

Relentlessly, Zhu Yan turned over, got off the bed, locked the room, then opened the wardrobe, "You ignited my fire, and now you don’t want to take responsibility?"

"You felt good, but I haven’t yet."

On the brink of tears, Sun Zhe pleaded, "Please spare me."

"Darling, do you want black or gray stockings?"

"..."