Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Chapter 606: Chapter 585: Still Not Satisfied

On the messy big bed.

Li Shiyan’s delicate, frail body was firmly pinned beneath Sun Zhe, her wrists crossed and held above her head by one of his hands. Her aggrieved little expression looked tragically pitiful and helpless, making one’s heart ache.

With a wicked grin on his face, Sun Zhe grabbed his deadly weapon with his other hand. After rubbing it a few times to smear the sticky juices evenly, he began a slow advance.

On the other side.

Jiang Yushu watched with eyes wide open as that ferocious beast forced its way into a tight, narrow hole that clearly didn’t match its size at all, stretching the entrance into a huge circle. Her scalp tingled just from watching.

When she was the heroine herself, she hadn’t felt it was such a big deal, but now, seeing it from the sidelines, she finally realized how terrifying that thing really was—this simply wasn’t something a normal human body should have to take!

"Nn..."

Li Shiyan suddenly let out a pained little moan, her eyes involuntarily rolling back slightly.

Sun Zhe had only gone in halfway, yet she already felt like the depths of her body were being completely filled by a giant python that was still gnawing away inside her.

The feeling was as excruciating as it was blissful, a torment that still left people unable to stop.

"Ah—!"

The very next moment, Sun Zhe suddenly sped up and slammed in hard, driving straight in to the hilt in one go, making Li Shiyan cry out in a long, anguished scream.

But this wasn’t Sun Zhe’s intention; it was because Ye Qiao had suddenly circled behind him and given his waist a hard shove.

"Ye Qiao!"

Li Shiyan’s tender body trembled uncontrollably. She gritted her teeth and glared at Ye Qiao. "You little slut in heat, just you wait!"

Ye Qiao looked at her with a provocative gaze. "Didn’t you say I was weak before? Let me see just how much you can take."

Li Shiyan let out a cold snort, pulled her hands free from Sun Zhe’s grip, grabbed a pillow and covered her own face.

"Then watch carefully. Sooner or later, you’ll end up in my hands too."

If it were only Ye Qiao here, it would be fine—she could accept that. But Jiang Yushu was also off to the side watching her "embarrassing state," which made her feel extremely self-conscious, like she’d have no face left to see anyone in the future.

"Pupupupupupu..."

The high-frequency slapping sounds spread as Sun Zhe launched his assault.

His strong waist swung wildly, like a perpetual motion machine that never tired, and every thrust was heavy and powerful, full of explosive force!

Li Shiyan felt like the sky was collapsing. Her belly and waist spasmed from time to time, her slender waist occasionally arching up off the bed as if her body might fall apart at any moment; her toes, wrapped in black stockings, curled tightly and scraped uneasily against the sheets, while her slender hands seemed to have nowhere to rest—one moment gripping the pillow, the next clutching at the sheets.

But in order not to completely lose face in front of Ye Qiao and Jiang Yushu, she stubbornly held back her voice, refusing to cry out. Only when her core was jabbed just right would she let out a couple of suppressed little hums.

...

About thirty minutes later.

Li Shiyan, humming and whimpering, completely collapsed and went limp, her body breaking down. The drain that hadn’t been cleared in days burst open, and once the floodgates lifted, the torrential flood was impossible to stop.

Sun Zhe pulled out and backed away, letting out a long breath. Ignoring the "glug-glug" of cream flowing from that secret garden, he suddenly grabbed Ye Qiao by the wrist and yanked her into his arms.

"Little Demon Ye, were you just trying to run away?"

"I...I was not."

Sun Zhe leaned in and planted a light kiss on her forehead. "Then it’s your turn."

"Ah... can you take it easy, okay?"

After seeing Li Shiyan’s "miserable state," Ye Qiao was feeling a bit intimidated.

But Sun Zhe was in high spirits right now—no way was he going to care whether she was scared or not.

He suddenly flipped her over and grabbed her pleated mini skirt, about to tear it apart.

"Hey, don’t!"

Ye Qiao suddenly panicked, lifting a jade foot wrapped in sheer mesh ankle socks to brace against his chest. "I still have to go back for class this afternoon. If you rip my skirt, what am I supposed to wear?"

Hearing this, Sun Zhe raised an eyebrow and smirked. "You don’t actually think... in a situation like this, you’ll still be able to go back to class this afternoon, do you? I’m guessing you won’t even be able to get out of bed and walk in a bit."

Wanting to find out where his limit in battle power really was today, Sun Zhe truly had no plans to let these three women off.

Either they "died" today, or he’d be drained to death!

Ye Qiao’s face twisted in a bitter grimace. "Baby, you’re really going all out?"

"Sssrip—!"

The only reply was the slightly grating sound of fabric tearing.

With a sweep of his hand, that delicate, sexy pleated mini skirt turned into fluttering scraps of cloth.

"That skirt was expensive!"

Sun Zhe ignored her and looked down, his eyes lighting up. The white safety shorts with lace trim clung tightly to her skin, wrapping her peachy butt and secret garden without a single wrinkle, shining with a silky sheen. Only in the very center was there a bulging mark, faintly dark against the white.

"Sun Zhe, what are you spacing out for!"

Just then, Li Shiyan, having caught her breath, pushed herself up to sit and kneeled her way behind him, giving him a shove as she snarled, "Hurry up and fuck this little beaker-in-heat till she cries!"

"Got it!"

Receiving the order, Sun Zhe reached out and yanked off those snow-white safety shorts, revealing the little panties underneath, a mix of pure cotton and sheer mesh.

"As expected of Boli Music Academy’s pure-desire campus queen—even her panties are pure-desire."

Ye Qiao snorted softly and turned her face away. "If you’ve got the guts, fuck me to death."

"As you wish!"

A short while later.

Ye Qiao’s wailing "cries" echoed through the room, enough to make anyone’s heart pound with panic. Who knew if she was doing it on purpose for Li Shiyan to hear.

By the time that fierce battle was over, another half hour had passed.

Sun Zhe, thoroughly satisfied, pumped a load deep into Ye Qiao’s belly, yet was still not content. His number-two-in-command was still swollen and aching. So he pulled back the quilt covering Jiang Yushu, grinning wickedly as he looked at that snow-white jade body. "Sister Yushu, you done resting? It’s your turn again."

Jiang Yushu’s face was full of bitter embarrassment. Thinking about how Li Shiyan was watching from the side made her feel terribly awkward.

"Um, Ah Zhe, the sheets are already soaked through. How about we switch to another room?"

Sun Zhe smiled and shook his head.

He wanted to do her right in front of Li Shiyan, or do Li Shiyan right in front of her, to completely shatter the mental barrier in the hearts of this mother and daughter.

"Auntie Yushu..."

Just then, Ye Qiao, having caught her breath, propped herself up and sat, lazily calling out to her.

"Wh-what is it, Qiaoqiao?"

Ye Qiao looked at her with open envy and praised, "You’re really huge. How do you even maintain them? They’re still so perky, and the tips are all bouncy."

Jiang Yushu’s pretty face instantly flushed bright red. She didn’t know how to respond for a moment.

Unable to take it anymore, Sun Zhe suddenly lunged forward, sealing those blazing red lips.

The "slurp, slurp" of swallowing immediately drifted through the thickly sweet, musky air, sounding extremely greedy.

Just from that deep kiss, Jiang Yushu slipped quickly into the mood, throwing everything else out of her mind. Completely ignoring Li Shiyan’s presence, she began to twist and wrap herself around him of her own accord.

In fact, after watching those two big shows earlier, she’d already been itching unbearably.

"Ah Zhe... can you be rougher with me this time?"

"..."