Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Chapter 563 - 543: Grinding an Iron Rod into a Needle

The shapely legs were like two jade pillars, perfectly natural, with thighs and calves in perfect proportion, voluptuous yet not bulky, but rather slender and graceful.

A pair of jade legs tightly wrapped in a layer of transparent oil-sheen white silk stockings, which resembled a thin membrane. The stockings also had a bit of intricate lace embroidery, adding an ethereal touch to the ultimate sensuality, making it more lively and alluring.

Sun Zhe remained silent, his gaze slowly dropping to the thicker crotch area of Fang Feijing’s stockings, locking onto that mysterious region, and his heart grew increasingly warm, feeling parched.

He had to admit, this legendary Qingyao Fairy was indeed a rare exquisite beauty, truly deserving of the title "Immortal Fairy"!

Probably no normal man in the world could resist the temptation of such a beauty.

With his thoughts racing, Sun Zhe’s vision swept back and forth over that mysterious area, and his heart became even hotter, unable to control the stirring Yang Qi within him.

Despite an additional pair of bright white lace safety shorts under the stockings, the rounded bulge was still vividly outlined.

And if you looked closely, you could even see a slightly concave vertical seam in the middle of the rounded area.

For a moment, Sun Zhe was agitated, wishing he could immediately reach out and remove it to explore further!

Those two thin layers of cloth were simply too obstructive!

But he decided to hold back for now.

Encountering such a rare gem naturally called for a slow and savory enjoyment.

Rushing to consume it completely would be a waste of the experience.

"Sect Master Fang, I didn’t expect your sister to be quite plump; it seems her fat is full, yet plump but not greasy, fresh and delicate... I really envy your husband."

Appreciating the exquisite beauty before him, Sun Zhe couldn’t help but tease.

But Fang Feijing ignored him, not wanting to engage.

Then in the heat of his gaze, Fang Feijing lifted her soft skirt to her waist and held it with one hand, her eyes filled with shame and resentment as she looked at Sun Zhe. Inwardly humiliated, she elegantly and gently mounted Sun Zhe’s thigh with her left leg.

Sun Zhe, wearing a faint smile, quietly watched her perform.

By now, Sun Zhe had a rough guess of what method Qingyao Fairy intended to use to awaken his Second Master.

In fact, Second Master Sun had long wanted to wake up.

It was just that Master Sun was using a Cultivation Technique to suppress with all his might, hence he had not yet awakened.

Fang Feijing looked cold and glacial, giving Sun Zhe a cursory glance, then letting her entire weight rest on his thigh.

The soft, fragrant thighs pressed tightly through a sheer white stocking onto Sun Zhe’s hairy thigh, her upper body leaning slightly forward, supporting herself with one hand against the stone wall next to Sun Zhe’s ear.

Smelling the rich, lingering fragrance, Sun Zhe felt delighted, his eyes half-closed, his expression intoxicated.

"Mmm..."

The next moment, he felt the Second Master heavily pressed by an ultimate softness, pressing upwards tightly against his lower abdomen.

Though his view was now blocked by two high, round mounds close in front of him, unable to see down below, simply by feeling, he could imagine what a beautiful scene it was.

The warm, filled buns seemed freshly baked, still warm, tightly covered by two layers of thin, smooth fabric, that texture, truly added a different flavor.

"Hmm..."

As Sun Zhe leisurely enjoyed, Fang Feijing suddenly furrowed her dark brows, involuntarily letting out a faint sigh, as if it were there, yet not there.

It was because Sun Zhe could no longer suppress his Second Master, allowing the flustered Master to awaken ungratefully.

The searing heat seemed to scorch Fang Feijing’s soul.

At this moment, she couldn’t even describe that scorching feeling; her mind was clear and full of resentment, yet her body sincerely wished to merge with the man before her.

And the long-dormant flames of desire within her seemed ignited by that burning heat, gradually incinerating the cold shell she used to protect her dignity.

Unbeknownst to her, the frequency of her slender waist’s movements began to increase.

Sun Zhe wore a "painful" expression and couldn’t help but jest: "What’s wrong, Sect Master Fang... Are you planning to grind this pestle into a needle?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Feijing snorted coldly, ignoring him, her slender waist continuing to move, rubbing up and down against that fire.

Grinding an iron pestle into a needle was the method she thought of to wake the Second Master Sun.

No matter what, she wouldn’t comply with Sun Zhe’s request to taste that disgusting thing, as even her husband had never had that privilege.

As time slowly passed, in every rub, her soul and dignity seemed to be slowly being ground away.

Until a hot hand reached into her bodice, grasping a fragrant, full mound through a soft, thin corset, she suddenly came to her senses.

"Don’t touch me, take your hand away!"

With a crisp slap.

She slapped Sun Zhe’s hand away in embarrassment and anger, hurriedly getting up and retreating, her expression filled with disgust.

Sun Zhe maintained his reclining posture, looking at her with a half-smile, "The Immortal Goddess is rather virtuous."

Fang Feijing avoided his sinister gaze, instead looking at the ferocious thing she had awakened, her beautiful eyes trembled, and her delicate body instinctively shrank back, seemingly frightened.

Before, when it wasn’t awake, that disgusting thing already looked extremely frightening, and now, seeing it awakened, she finally understood how terrifying it truly was.

Is this really a size a human can grow?

Can it really fit in?

In an instant, she couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous and worried.

"Alright, if you want it, hurry up. If you keep dawdling, it’ll fall asleep again, and then you’ll have to start over."

As she felt her heart racing, Sun Zhe urged her.

She gathered her thoughts, pursing her delicate lips, releasing the hand fixed at her waist, then the bunched up skirt fell like a fishing net, draping over those maddening white silk legs.

"Sun Zhe... After today, let’s consider nothing ever happened. Next time we meet, it will be a fight to the death."

With those words, she staggered to the side, laying on a stone, and said, "I have no strength left... You do it yourself."

"Sigh."

Sun Zhe let out a light sigh, stood up, "Not interesting."

Fang Feijing laid flat on the stone, quietly closing her beautiful eyes, calmly said, "In this matter, we each take what we need, it’s well understood by both. Since you have lust, coveting my body, why pretend, just go ahead."

"Could it be that trampling on a woman’s dignity, conquering her with this wretched approach, really gives you that much superiority?"

Sun Zhe walked to the stone where she lay, quickly stripping himself bare, then crawling onto the stone with a menacing, murderous look, saying: "The Immortal Goddess’s mind is truly clear."

"But I hope later, when I’m riding you senseless, you can still use this tone to speak to me."

"..."