Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Chapter 564 - 544: Jing’s Humiliation

"Rip—!"

The ear-piercing sound of tearing fabric suddenly echoed in the cave.

Pieces of invaluable white cloth fluttered through the air like snowflakes.

Since Sun Zhe chose to launch an attack, he would naturally show no mercy.

In fact, his heart was filled with extreme hatred toward the woman who was determined to kill him and leave him crippled.

In just a moment, the handcrafted ethereal white dress on Fang Feijing was torn to shreds by Sun Zhe.

Fragments of cloth scattered across the cold ground, leaving a desolate mess.

She was left with only white silk stockings around her waist and navel, and a delicately patterned thin bra on her upper body.

Sun Zhe knelt beside her, his gaze fiery and his eyes filled with violent madness, like a one-eyed beast about to feast!

The thin bra wrapped tightly around her two creamy, rounded mounds, with two faintly visible protrusions, adding an air of mystery, even more enticing than seeing them uncovered.

"Sect Master Fang, your figure is quite nice."

Fang Feijing’s face flushed, her hands crossed over her chest as she looked away, speaking coldly, "If you’re going to do it, hurry up."

Sun Zhe wasted no more words, immediately using one hand to force her legs apart, then moved to kneel between them, his hand reached to hook the edge of her stockings at her navel.

Fang Feijing’s body tensed up instantly, freeing a slender hand in an attempt to stop Sun Zhe, but it was too late, as he swiftly pulled them down.

The loss of the snug fit left her lower body feeling exposed, taking away her sense of security, like a helpless kitten in the snow, pitiful yet stubbornly defiant.

Sun Zhe didn’t care what she was thinking, pulling the stockings down to her knees, then noticed a shallow wet spot in the middle of the bright white lace safety shorts.

"Seems like you felt something too. Was it rubbed earlier?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Feijing froze for a moment, realizing his meaning upon catching his gaze, then turned her face away, saying coldly, "It’s just a primal bodily reaction, what does tha... hm!"

But before she could finish, she felt her lower body chill again!

Sun Zhe reached out decisively, pulling down the safety shorts with a single motion.

Then, upon closer inspection, Sun Zhe found there was another layer beneath the safety shorts.

However, the final layer of thin lace was practically negligible, almost wedged into the plump fragrant mound, glistening wet, capable of being wrung out.

Sun Zhe swallowed a gulp secretly, using two fingers to skillfully hook it to the side, completely revealing the plump, white jade bun.

Though he had already seen this beauty with his Yin Yang X-ray Vision before, seeing it up-close at this moment still brought a unique charm.

Among all the women he had been with, only Li Zhishan possessed a sight as pristine as the jade bun before him.

"Immortal Goddess."

In the silence, Sun Zhe suddenly called out.

Fang Feijing turned her head to look at him, her eyes questioning.

Sun Zhe chuckled, "It’s time to have you, are you prepared with the mugwort?"

Upon hearing this, an extreme disgust filled Fang Feijing’s eyes, wishing to slap Sun Zhe away.

Seeing Sun Zhe single-handedly grasping the terrifying weapon, her heart grew tense, like a little girl afraid of needles faced with a doctor’s approaching syringe...

After a while.

As the large, hot mass pressed tightly against the jade gate, she felt electrified, her slender waist suddenly tensed and arched.

"Slow dow... ah!"

But before she could finish, Sun Zhe’s gaze hardened, and he surged forward, striking her like a venomous serpent!

In an instant, her mind went blank, her graceful neck extended, mouth agape, eyes rolling slightly, as if time in the world had come to a halt.

The intense swelling pain and the suffocating fullness seemed to fill her soul.

Yet.

Sun Zhe gave her no time to adjust.

With hatred in his heart, Sun Zhe grabbed her left leg with one hand, launching a fierce onslaught!

"Thud, thud, thud, thud..."

The rapid collision echoed through the stone chamber.

Fang Feijing closed her eyes in agony, tears like broken pearls sliding from her eyes, teeth biting her lip, brow furrowed as she sucked in the cold air.

Pain, excruciating pain!

She didn’t expect Sun Zhe to be so cruel, giving no warning at all!

Still so dry there, and he barged right to the end.

Yet as time passed, the passage untouched for decades became naturally moist, a long-lost beauty gradually permeating her being.

The dry pain slowly faded, replaced by smooth lubrication.

The layers of tender flesh acted like loyal guardians, surrounding the intruding dragon, sharing the exquisite friction with both sides.

Though filled with hatred and even disgust, Fang Feijing couldn’t deny the young man’s heat was difficult to resist.

Even if the mind was steadfast, the weak, sensitive body seemed to betray her soul.

Her teeth, biting her lip, gradually relaxed, her delicate hands wandering, clawing the stone beneath, then reaching above to grasp her hair, her head swaying side to side, fragrant hair blooming like fireworks, an indescribable poignant beauty.

Yet despite this, she kept her lips sealed, making no sound, preserving the last shred of dignity.

At this moment.

Sun Zhe began to intensify his thrusts, each attack heavy and powerful, almost as if he intended to destroy her!

But Sun Zhe didn’t forget his true aim; amidst his vigorous thrusts, he was secretly employing his cultivation technique, wildly absorbing the dense Yin Essence accumulated in her body over decades.

Wisps of feminine energy flowed endlessly, making Sun Zhe feel like he had smeared menthol oil, a chill almost unbearable.

"Seems Long’Er was right..."

"Damn, this Yin Essence stored for decades really is different."

Amidst Sun Zhe’s thoughts, Fang Feijing’s body suddenly twisted violently like a newly caught eel.

Before Sun Zhe could react, he was doused by a warm spring.

"Damn!"

Glancing down, Sun Zhe felt a shock.

Though the narrow path was stretched tight, it couldn’t stop the gushing spring.

At this point, Sun Zhe abandoned retreating.

Already drenched, why worry about getting soaked again?

He clenched his teeth, determined to continue his fierce assault.

"Test tube... What a lightweight!"

"Where’s the stamina?"

"..."