Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

"Help me by pushing from behind."

"With my skills, do I really need your help to push?"

Sun Zhe was utterly speechless, promptly ending his Divine Sense exchange with the Little Dragon Girl, and then steeling his heart as he resolutely entered Leng Yuening’s tent.

Actually, the solution to the Jiao Poison is quite simple, just administer a few hundred needles to the poisoned person, or if that doesn’t work, a few thousand needles, so the Little Dragon Girl indeed couldn’t really be of much help.

"Yuening, how are you feeling?"

Inside the tent.

At this moment, Leng Yuening lay on the ground twisting uneasily like a beautiful snake, sweating profusely, her skin flushed with an extremely unnatural red. Her long, elegant legs were pressed tightly together, rubbing and producing a soft, teasing rustling sound, making Sun Zhe’s heart itch.

Gazing at the "beautiful snake" in front of him, the Yang Qi within Sun Zhe’s body could no longer be suppressed, stirring restlessly.

"Brother-in-law..."

Leng Yuening opened her starry eyes, looking at Sun Zhe with a dreamy gaze, her eyes seemingly pulling at him.

"I feel so uncomfortable, so hot, help me..."

Sun Zhe naturally knew what needed to be done next, so he didn’t hesitate, shifting to sit beside her, and said directly: "You are poisoned by the Jiao Poison, I will..."

Unexpectedly, before he could finish, Leng Yuening’s seemingly soft and delicate body sat up abruptly, reaching out to embrace his neck, eagerly pressing her fresh red lips onto his.

"Mmm!"

As the sweet scent entered, Sun Zhe’s eyes heated up, his mind suddenly blank, as he held her tender body tightly, greedily indulging.

Their tongues entwined with saliva, producing sizzling sounds, temporarily inseparable.

Long moments passed.

Their lips reluctantly parted.

A glistening strand of saliva stretched and broke between them.

Leng Yuening’s expression was coy, reaching out to wipe his mouth, her enchanting gaze entirely devoid of the usual aloofness, softly whispering: "Brother-in-law, give me..."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe let out a strange yelp, urgently embracing her and pushing her down.

In the midst of ripping, soft and fragrant clothes flew and fell in the narrow confines of the tent.

When Sun Zhe kneeled in front of her and lifted her pleated short skirt, he was surprised to find the valley tightly covered by thin silk was already flooded, the crotch of her flesh-colored pantyhose soaked with conspicuous wet marks.

Leng Yuening lay on the ground, turning her face to the side, seeming embarrassed to look at Sun Zhe, with strands of messy hair draped across her exquisite face, exuding a sense of indescribable poignancy like a dying swan.

Her smooth belly rose and fell with her hurried breathing, crystalline toes clenched tightly within transparent flesh-like silk, uneasily grinding on the ground; her delicate body oscillated between tense trembling and melting into limp softness, cycling repeatedly.

With each cycle, Sun Zhe noticed the wet mark on her pantyhose’s crotch grew larger.

"This Jiao Poison is truly terrifying."

Sun Zhe knew dragging this out would harm her, so he ceased admiring and immediately began undoing his belt buckle.

The fresh, heated weapon upon being revealed released enticing Yang Qi, filling the cramped space and causing Leng Yuening to completely lose herself.

"Hiss hiss..."

Leng Yuening, unable to wait, actually reached out to tear open a hole in the soaked thin silk, skillfully using two pale jade fingers to peel aside the lace with hollowed floral patterns, revealing the tender door.

Sun Zhe lowered his gaze, noticing the buds sprouting among the bush.

"Brother-in-law, come quickly."

Sun Zhe’s eyes burned, immediately lunging forward.

...

Gentle cries echoed enchantingly in the night air.

Time passed unknowingly, until both were exhausted, they embraced and slept.

On the following day.

Sun Zhe woke naturally, finding Leng Yuening’s figure missing from the tent.

"Yuening!"

Worried, unable to recall last night’s frenzy, he immediately released his Divine Sense to search for Leng Yuening.

Soon, he discovered Leng Yuening sitting cross-legged on the grass outside the tent, seemingly seriously cultivating, feeling slightly relieved.

The cramped tent was a mess, filled with a difficult-to-describe smell—not quite fragrant, but not foul either.

Sun Zhe couldn’t help but recall last night’s madness, remembering the sight of Leng Yuening wildly riding him, sighing at the stark contrast.

"Indeed, the prettier a woman is, the more wanton she is at her core."

Sun Zhe mused softly, slowly rising and getting dressed, then stepping out of the tent, feeling a sticky discomfort somewhere while knowing bathing was impossible under current conditions.

Sitting cross-legged on the grass, Leng Yuening opened her eyes to glance at him, immediately closing them again, her pretty face tinged with a blush.

Sun Zhe approached, scratching his head, asking: "How do you feel?"

Leng Yuening hummed lightly, replying casually: "It’s just okay, you’re so big... it felt swollen and uncomfortable."

Sun Zhe’s expression turned odd, whispering: "I meant your cultivation."

Leng Yuening: "..."

Last night, midway through, as Sun Zhe regained clarity, while gathering Yin Essence, he also secretly activated the "Unity Contract," triggering the Human Emperor Pill’s medicinal power to transfer to Leng Yuening.

Sun Zhe said: "Last night, helping you detoxify also transferred quite a bit of medicinal power to you, digesting and absorbing it should considerably enhance your cultivation."

Upon hearing this, Leng Yuening’s heart fluttered gently, thinking to herself how remarkable this man was, not only enchanting physically but capable of enhancing cultivation post-activity, truly a gem.

"I’ve reached Great Perfection in the Qi Refining Realm."

Sun Zhe’s eyes lit up, "That’s fast."

Leng Yuening said nothing further, concentrating on digesting the Human Emperor Pill’s medicinal power within.

Sun Zhe refrained from disturbing, heading to pack up the tent.

After a long while.

Once she finished cultivating, Leng Yuening walked to his side, hesitating slightly.

Sun Zhe turned to her, "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing."

Stuck at Great Perfection in the Qi Refining Realm, just one step away from the Golden Core Realm, she wanted to ask for another round, yet couldn’t bring herself to say it.

Seeing her flesh-colored stockings torn in several places, her hair disheveled, Sun Zhe felt a touch of concern, asking: "Have you absorbed everything?"

"Yes, absorbed it all."

Leng Yuening noticed his gaze on her, instinctively closing her legs, turning her face elsewhere, her flushed face appearing exceedingly adorable.

Sun Zhe flipped his wrist, retrieving the Jiao Beast’s Inner Core obtained last night from the ring space, handing it to her, saying: "Last night’s Jiao Beast had at least three hundred years of cultivation, absorbing its Inner Core should significantly aid your advancement."

Yet, Leng Yuening didn’t reach to accept, being a Martial Artist herself, aware of the rarity of the Jiao Beast’s Inner Core, "You should keep it for yourself."

Sun Zhe chuckled, "At my current realm, this Inner Core isn’t of much use."

"Really?"

"Take it, let’s not be overly polite."

"Okay, thank you."

Sun Zhe considered for a moment, then said: "While traveling, I’d like to send you into the ring space, you can safely absorb the Jiao Beast’s Inner Core there. If needed, inform Sister Long to contact me."

Leng Yuening looked puzzled, "Ring space? Sister Long? What are you talking about?"

Sun Zhe smiled mysteriously, suddenly placing his hand on her fragrant shoulder.

With a flash of brilliance, Leng Yuening seemed to vanish into thin air.

"Sister Long, don’t scare her. Remember to share what you have with her."

"I know, I know."

"..."

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