Miraculous Doctor in Flower City-Chapter 214

The woman heard this and immediately wanted to run away again, but after Liu Sanming’s brutal kick she was aching all over, had no strength left at all.

Plus her lower body was numb — how could she possibly escape?

Liu Sanming walked over, grabbing her and violently flipping her onto her back, spread out on the lawn.

Then he stripped off his soaking wet pants and shirt, the thick rod below his waist already hard as a gun from the thrill of this exotic scene.

The woman’s beautiful eyes caught a glimpse, and she trembled all over with terror!

She was the saintess chosen by her master at eighteen, had never been touched by a man, always cultivated purity and abstinence as instructed.

She’d secretly peeked at men’s holy instruments online, but this was the first time seeing one up this close in real life!

And Liu Sanming’s rod — it was massive!

Huge to the point she felt it was as thick as her own forearm!

How could something that big even fit inside down there? Now she finally understood why all those Japanese women in porn she’d watched online screamed like they were being ripped apart.

Must’ve been torn up by it!

The more she thought, the more she totally fell apart from fear!

"I... I... I beg you! Please let me go, I can pay you, I can get master to forgive you!"

"Ask around at the Divine Origin Association, I’m Hong Ying, really a direct disciple of an Elder, don’t do this!"

Hong Ying started bawling in terror!

Her whole body shook, all her earlier pride and cold toughness totally gone.

But the more she pleaded like this, the more it got Liu Sanming’s blood pumping!

Spare her? Not a chance.

Liu Sanming wasn’t some bleeding heart dumbass.

He didn’t have any kind of saint complex.

Back in the village, he’d starved and been hated, sneered at — his heart turned cold and hard years ago.

He lived by just one rule.

You treat me well, I’ll treat you better. You fuck me over, I’ll fuck you up worse!

No matter how pitiful Hong Ying was now, how much she begged, moments ago she’d still tried to hurt Liu Sanming.

If he’d shown one bit of weakness, he’d already be dead or crippled, dragged off by her.

In this underworld, all that honor and morality shit is for the dogs.

The only thing that matters is who has the bigger fists.

Whoever’s stronger makes the rules, decides the fate — the law of the jungle, nothing complicated.

"You can scream your lungs out, but nobody’s gonna save you at this hour. Shut up!"

Liu Sanming crouched and slapped Hong Ying across the face.

Her exquisitely beautiful face immediately swelled, purple and ugly, then Liu Sanming jabbed her throat’s acupoint, sealing her voice.

Now all she could do was sob and wail, and totally break down, but no words came out.

She flailed her arms, trying to fight back, but she was laughably weak.

Liu Sanming pried apart her lovely legs, and tore off the last scrap of her pink panties, flinging them away!

Next, his fingers landed on the butterfly gate, starting to rub and prod at the layered butterfly wings, while his other hand grasped Hong Ying’s plump mounds.

Hong Ying desperately slapped at Liu Sanming’s arm, but the next moment, he struck the acupoints in her arms so they wouldn’t move at all.

Bzzz bzzz bzzz, Liu Sanming’s phone started buzzing.

He paused, checked it, saw it was Fu Donghai calling.

"You head back. I caught the eavesdropper, I’ll take care of things here and find you after."

Liu Sanming answered and said directly.

"Alright! Thanks for your help, Mr. Liu!"

Fu Donghai said gratefully.

After they finished speaking, Liu Sanming hung up the phone, then turned it off.

Such a beautiful night, bathed in exotic charm—he didn’t want to be disturbed any longer.

He kept one hand fondling her plump breasts, while the other traced the delicate wings of her butterfly, savoring the unrivaled sensation, a feast of color and allure blooming beneath his fingers.

Unconsciously, Liu Sanming’s rod below had turned impossibly hard.

Even the blood in his veins seemed to boil!

It had been so long since he’d felt this excited—sure enough, nothing stirs a man’s hunger for conquest like the lure of the foreign and forbidden.

No wonder the emperors of old set their sights on distant lands.

And the woman, under Liu Sanming’s teasing, eyes brimming, had collapsed into helpless sobs—her limbs powerless, she could do nothing but endure it all.

Endure it she did, and yet, even in her collapse, her trembling body was pricked with little jolts of tingling pleasure, as if she’d been shocked by sweet lightning.

That sensation was like a devil’s hook, sinking deep into her very soul and refusing to let go.

Until now, Hong Ying had always obeyed her master’s command, never touching a man, never allowing herself to even think of matters between men and women, living in chastity and restraint.

Each night, she would burn incense and meditate, forbidding even the hint of desire from surfacing in her heart.

So those descriptions in books and online—sensual stories and erotic whispers—Hong Ying had seen them, but never understood their meaning.

They seemed so exaggerated, so filthy and disgusting.

To have something so long and thick thrust inside, how could that possibly feel good?

It must be a lie for fools.

Yet at this moment, simply from Liu Sanming’s hands gliding over her body, Hong Ying was unable to suppress the electric, tingling pleasure that flooded her senses.

The feeling was unbearably sweet. Once tasted, it left her helpless to resist.

So now, though her face was awash with tears and sobs, inside her heart she was secretly yearning for that tingling wave, again and again.

After Liu Sanming had indulged himself enough, he pressed himself down between Hong Ying’s legs, his body covering her soft, slender frame. His hands cradled her lovely, plump little white rabbits, and he began to suck and play with them.

The taste was heavenly—creamy pale flesh like barely set cheese, imbued with the scent of girlhood, yielding into all manner of delightful shapes beneath his grasp.

Each rosy cherry on top grew harder and larger beneath his lips and tongue.

Liu Sanming took one into his mouth, teeth grazing lightly, and the weeping Hong Ying couldn’t help but shudder, her delicate body quaking. Her legs clamped tight around him, and though her lips stayed sealed and her teeth clenched, a shameful moan crawled from her throat.

"You little slut, I don’t believe you can hold out. Tonight, I’ll plow open this pure land of yours, so you finally understand what extreme pleasure is—what it means to crave joy you’ll never escape!"

Liu Sanming’s words slithered with icy darkness as he buried his mouth between her breasts, sucking hungrily at both bunnies.

Meanwhile, his thick rod pressed at the entrance of her Water Curtain Cave—not pushing in, just rubbing back and forth, gliding over the threshold.

The scalding-hot hardness made the untouched Hong Ying tremble—she felt fear, but also boundless curiosity.

She couldn’t believe a man’s thing could be so hot...

It was like a blazing fire poker.

And impossibly hard, as if it was forged from iron.

How could something made of flesh, so soft and pliant, suddenly become like that?

Hong Ying’s shame grew, confusion blossoming in her gut like wildflowers after rain.

Liu Sanming had no interest in her feelings. The more he kissed and sucked, the more he delighted in the lush perfection of those little rabbits, marveling at their astonishing tenderness.

Of course he couldn’t know—Hong Ying’s cultivation technique had always been one that nourished the body.

She’d entered her master’s care at eighteen, and after five years of training...

At an age already so fresh and soft, with the cultivation technique feeding her youth, still a pure untouched maiden—when you put those three together, her body was unrivaled: succulent, immaculate, delicately fragrant, utterly beyond compare.

Even Bai Xi, in Liu Sanming’s mind, couldn’t match the dewy silkiness of Hong Ying’s flesh.

Not even little sister Zhao Jinxi did.

Amazed, Liu Sanming’s fingers slipped down without restraint, returning to massage the tender wings of her butterfly, intent on teasing her until Hong Ying’s fragile composure shattered once and for all.

Sure enough, as Liu Sanming increased the pressure of his swirling fingers, Hong Ying’s sweetness ran like a mountain spring, a clear stream flooding out below.

She was soaked—drenched beyond all control...