Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

In the silent theater, occasionally, there were hysterical cries from a woman.

But the female attendant outside the cinema didn’t pay it any mind, thinking it was most likely the cries of the female ghost in the movie.

However, she vaguely felt something was amiss because she had seen this movie several times, and it didn’t seem to have such segments of crying.

Suddenly, she remembered that the theater had been exclusively booked by a couple, and a bold idea instantly popped into her mind.

Seeing no one around, she couldn’t contain her curiosity and slowly walked over to push open the door a crack.

The next moment, she indeed saw the explosive scene!

...

The hour-and-a-half movie was nearing its end.

But the passionate bout between Sun Zhe and Leng Yuening was at a fever pitch.

Leng Yuening, at some point, had stood up, facing away from Sun Zhe, with both hands on the back of the front row seat. Her long, slender legs were slightly apart, yet taut, her upper body leaned forward, suspended in mid-air. From the side, her entire body was nearly a ninety-degree angle.

The soft shark pants had been pulled down to below her knees, with delicate streams of flow trickling down her white leg flesh, soaking the shark pants piled below.

Fortunately, these shark pants were black, so even if they were wet, no marks could be seen.

"Mmm... ahh..."

At this moment, Sun Zhe, like a frenzied beast, stood behind Leng Yuening, gripping her slim waist tightly, fiercely pounding.

Leng Yuening’s head swayed left and right constantly, her long hair tossed around, as if she was enduring immense pain.

She felt the deepest core was being bitten by a venomous snake, toes encased in white cotton socks tightly curling, constantly tiptoeing to elevate her position, attempting to alleviate the pain.

Yet, facing Sun Zhe’s powerful onslaught, any small thoughts she had were useless before absolute strength.

"Ahh... I can’t take it anymore..."

"Be gentler!"

Unlike the previous drunken encounter, her senses were particularly clear, her body even more sensitive. Each heavy blow felt like her body was being pierced through, bringing indescribable pain. Yet, when Sun Zhe withdrew, she felt reluctant, and the tender flesh within would actively tighten around him like a faithful guard.

Sun Zhe ignored her, continuing his wild, fierce thrusts.

Probably due to the stimulating environment, he climaxed quickly this time.

Finally.

Amid Leng Yuening’s delicate whimpers, and before the movie’s conclusion, this off-screen passionate battle reached its climax.

"Hoo—!"

Sun Zhe ceased all movements, exhaling deeply.

Nearly twenty seconds later, he slowly withdrew, slumped back onto his seat, watching the male protagonist on screen vanquish the female ghost, beginning to recall the plot of the horror movie carefully.

In front of him, Leng Yuening’s delicate body trembled slightly, knees pressed together, legs parted, crouching slowly, softly panting with a resentful tone: "Do you have to be so harsh?"

Sun Zhe smiled at her words, "You were the one who said to do it like you’d die."

"..."

...

After a quick cleanup, the two left the hall before the movie ended.

The attendant at the door, seeing Leng Yuening walking awkwardly, involuntarily recalled the tangled figures she glimpsed earlier, silently sighing at how wild young couples could play nowadays.

At the cinema entrance.

Leng Yuening seemed like a different person, reverting to her usual cool self, "I still have work to handle, you head back alone."

Sun Zhe was about to speak but stopped, looking at her cold, unfamiliar demeanor, feeling suddenly unaccustomed.

Leng Yuening’s cheeks flushed as she walked towards her car, "I had a great time today, thank you, boyfriend."

Sun Zhe smiled, "Be safe on the road."

Leng Yuening glanced back at him, a hint of guilt flickering in her eyes, urging, "Don’t let my sister know about this."

Now that her desires were fulfilled, thinking of her kind sister made her suddenly feel guilty.

Sun Zhe said, "I’ll do my best, regarding your matter."

"..."

After parting with Leng Yuening, Sun Zhe went to the underground martial field to check on Qi Xue’s situation.

Returning to Jingtian Forest Garden, it was already evening.

Just as he entered, he saw Xia Shiqing meditating and cultivating on the sofa.

"When did you get back?"

Xia Shiqing glanced at him, remaining silent.

Sun Zhe discreetly eyed the exquisite Empress Consort in her silk sleep gown on the sofa, feeling a fleeting temptation.

In truth, the cinema fight earlier was rushed, and the venue didn’t allow him to fully enjoy it, so he wasn’t entirely satisfied.

However, even with Xia Shiqing in a cool outfit, he didn’t ask for a "reward" because there were more important matters than that.

He went over to sit on the sofa facing Xia Shiqing, looked at Xia Shiqing, hesitant to speak.

Xia Shiqing swiftly stopped meditating, moved her legs down from the sofa, sitting with legs together, mindful of Sun Zhe’s vantage point, just able to see the scenery beneath her short skirt.

Usually, when home and relaxed, she didn’t care to wear underwear or panties—not intentionally seducing, but to avoid causing another hassle by letting Sun Zhe see.

Yet, contrary to her expectations, Sun Zhe appeared serious.

"Do you have something on your mind?"

Sun Zhe nodded, "I need to ask you about something."

"What is it?"

Sun Zhe inquired, "In our Martial Artist Realm, is there any elixir that can cure liver cancer?"

"You’ve encountered a liver cancer patient?"

"Yes."

Xia Shiqing gently shook her head, "It’s not a disease; it’s fate. And this kind of fate, even martial artists find it hard to change."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe’s heart sank.

He had previously thought carefully through those medical books he read as a child but found no solution, hence seeking Xia Shiqing’s knowledgeable insight.

Then Xia Shiqing added, "But there’s a way that might defy fate."

Sun Zhe hurriedly asked, "What way?"

"Molting Clothes."

"What is it?"

Xia Shiqing slowly explained, "It’s an ancient Magical Treasure, a Jade Mummy made from pieced jade fragments. If a dead person wears it, the corpse is preserved from decay. If a living person wears it, they can rejuvenate, remodeling their flesh."

Sun Zhe asked, "The one in the museum?"

Xia Shiqing shook her head, "The museum’s Jade Mummy is merely a replica, only outward appearance, no real effect."

She continued, "The real Molting Clothes... if I’m not mistaken, the Emperor owns one."

Sun Zhe saw a glimmer of hope, looked at her with anticipation, "Can you..."

Xia Shiqing shook her head, "Such divine artifacts he definitely won’t give me, but if you achieve Martial Hero in the four divisions of the underground martial field, you’ll receive a prize."

Sun Zhe asked, "Is that prize the Molting Clothes?"

Xia Shiqing said, "Then you’ll be allowed to select a Magical Treasure from Changwu Pavilion’s treasury as a prize. You can try asking the Emperor for Molting Clothes or borrow them."

Sun Zhe nodded, "Currently, I’ve achieved Martial Hero in the Body Refining District, Qi Refining District, and Golden Core District, just missing one in the Nascent Soul District."

"Auntie, help me relieve the Spiritual Pressure Treasure Ring; I’ll go tomorrow."

"So urgent?"

"Very urgent!"

"..."

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