Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Chapter 618: Chapter 597: Sun Zhe Admits Defeat

Li Zhishan, wrapped in a towel, staggered out of the room, completely passing the baton of this long battle to Meng Shiyang.

Her long hair was disheveled, and she looked rather haggard, but her eyes sparkled with a deep springtime emotion. As soon as she reached the living room, the remaining five women all turned to look at her in unison.

"Zhishan, how are you doing?"

Jiang Yushu was the first to come forward and inquire about the situation.

Li Zhishan sighed lightly, raised a jade hand to brush away the disheveled strands of hair from her forehead, and said weakly, "What do you think? You’ve experienced that bastard’s combat power yourself."

"Alas, I feel like none of us seven will stand a chance against him tonight."

"That guy is just a monster."

Hearing this, Jiang Yushu couldn’t help but cover her mouth and giggle, "He’s indeed pretty fierce, you seem like you’ve been overpowered."

Li Zhishan pinched her with annoyance, "It was you who were overpowered!"

At this time, Su Qingli spoke up, "Whose turn is it to go next?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the room fell silent, and no one spoke up.

In the midst of the silence.

Bai Ran suddenly said, "Actually, aren’t we all gambling here?"

Upon hearing this, the women exchanged glances and shared a knowing smile.

Bai Ran continued, "We’re all betting on which one of us that little rascal will reward, so everyone wants to wait until later."

Su Qingli chuckled, "See the truth but don’t say it. Who wouldn’t want the Pure Yang Essence?"

"Exactly." Lin Miao nodded, "Look at Senior Sister Zhu, the advantage of proximity, she looks like she’s in her early twenties now."

Hearing Lin Miao’s words, the women recalled Zhu Yan’s youthful appearance, and couldn’t help but feel envious.

Zhu Yan and Ye Qiao walking on the street would be taken for sisters by anyone who saw them.

Gu Lingxue suddenly suggested, "How about this, let’s draw lots to decide the order."

Lin Miao agreed, "Alright, let’s draw lots, that’s fair. As for who can get the Pure Yang Essence, it’s all up to luck."

Li Zhishan, however, had a face full of bitterness, "But it’s not fair for me, I’ve already been through it."

Jiang Yushu laughed, "Being the first to go, such a good opportunity was given to you, blame yourself for not being competent enough to exhaust that little rascal."

Li Zhishan turned into a baby full of grievances, "Forget it, I don’t want to talk now, you guys draw lots."

"..."

During the conversation, Lin Miao had already brought five small paper balls, and said to the women, "I’ve already written numbers 1 to 5 on these paper balls with lipstick. We’ll just go by the order we draw. You guys go first."

For a moment.

After drawing lots, each woman unfolded the small paper ball in her hand.

Gu Lingxue was first, meaning she would go right after Meng Shiyang came out.

Following Gu Lingxue, were Jiang Yushu, Lin Miao, Bai Ran, and Su Qingli, in order.

"Then I won’t be polite, after Shiyang comes out, it’ll be my turn to enjoy the Pure Yang Essence."

Su Qingli sneered, "Whether you’ll enjoy it, that’s not certain yet."

"We’ll see."

Confident in her own skills, Gu Lingxue narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at Li Zhishan, and asked, "Do you have any nice clothes or stockings in your vacation villa?"

Li Zhishan rolled her eyes, "To get the Pure Yang Essence, President Gu really goes all out."

Gu Lingxue smiled, "The world of Martial Artists is just that ruthless."

Her words were quite shocking, and upon hearing them, the women were all filled with enthusiasm, and immediately dispersed to find places to doll up.

...

...

Nearly half an hour later.

Meng Shiyang staggered out of the room.

Gu Lingxue, who had already changed into a tight skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and high heels, eagerly walked into the room, decisively locking the door behind her, as if afraid someone would disrupt her plans halfway through.

Not long after, a scream came from the room.

Almost an hour later.

Gu Lingxue fled out of the room, her long hair a tangled mess, looking both embarrassed and beautifully tragic.

Su Qingli asked, "So, did you manage to get anything out of him?"

Gu Lingxue shook her head with a bitter smile, "I didn’t."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yushu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and, steeling herself, walked towards the room with her black-stockinged legs, "Then it’s up to me, wait for my good news."

About forty minutes later.

Jiang Yushu stumbled out of the room, tears stained her eyes, her makeup was a bit smudged, she seemed to have been really upset.

Su Qingli asked, "How about it, Yu Shu? Did you extract anything from that little rascal?"

Jiang Yushu sighed, "Sorry to disappoint, I didn’t either."

Upon hearing this, Lin Miao patted her chest, revealing a smile, "That’s good, that’s good, now watch me!"

Jiang Yushu glanced at Lin Miao, and said meaningfully, "Little President Miao’s outfit might really give her a chance."

"Really?"

A bit embarrassed, Lin Miao smoothed out the pleats of her short skirt, "Then I’m going."

"Go ahead, we’re looking forward to your good news."

"..."

Another forty minutes or so passed.

Lin Miao walked to the living room, looking dejected, and said to the group, "The Witch Master is too strong, I didn’t manage it either."

Hearing this, Bai Ran couldn’t help but burst into laughter, "Seems like it really has to be me!"

Confident in her own charm and skills, Bai Ran was filled with mysterious confidence.

Time flew by, and nearly an hour passed again.

Bai Ran stumbled out of the room, came to the women, her face full of bitterness, "I got all swollen, but still nothing came out."

Upon hearing this, Su Qingli secretly breathed a sigh of relief and shook her head with a smile, "Sorry ladies, tonight it’s destined to be mine."

Bai Ran waved her pink fist at her, "Go President Su, you can do it."

...

Shortly after.

When Su Qingli entered the room, she didn’t find a lively Sun Zhe.

Sun Zhe lay there like a pile of mush, unmoving, looking weak and haggard, as if he was seriously ill.

Su Qingli raised her hand, hesitated to speak, and then suddenly her nose twitched, carefully sniffing the faint scent of osmanthus still lingering in the air.

"That smell... could it be you’ve already finished?"

Sun Zhe was close to tears, "Damn, are you juice squeezers all like this, not having touched a man in generations or what?"

"Oh my God, Buddha, I’m never touching a woman again!"

"..."

After listening to Sun Zhe’s "complaint," Su Qingli realized that from Meng Shiyang onward, each one who entered had squeezed Sun Zhe dry, leaving him completely exhausted.

"Sister Qingli, please spare me, would you?"

The veins on Su Qingli’s forehead pulsed, she clenched her delicate fists, gritting her teeth, "These drama queens, truly... crying poor after gaining benefits!"

"But I don’t care, little rascal, get up, I want what they had too!"

Despair filled Sun Zhe’s heart, and lazily he rolled over, "I don’t care either, I don’t want to move now."

Su Qingli suddenly climbed onto the bed, hugged Sun Zhe from behind, "Come on, dear hubby, let’s get started, I’ll spread it open for you."

"No."

Su Qingli leaned her head in to gently blow in his ear, "I’m wearing special stockings, the type you can go straight through without tearing, you’ll love them."

"I said no, I give up, okay?"

"Come on, I’ll even use some lube if you like?"

"..."