Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 249: Yao Rao Also Comes to Take True Qi

Sun Zhe sat quietly in the steel chair, looking at Han Xinyue squatting before him. "If you're that debased and shameless," he said with a wry smile, "then be my guest."

SLAP.

Han Xinyue raised her hand and lightly slapped his face. "Naughty boy," she said softly. "Speak to your master properly."

Sun Zhe turned his head away and ignored her, his eyes filled with disdain.

However, his body was frustratingly honest.

Held in her warm, delicate hands, the flaccid, dark object soon became hard and scorching hot. It felt like a red-hot iron rod, almost burning her touch.

Sun Zhe bit his lip softly, then leaned his head back against the chair and slowly closed his eyes. He chose not to watch what Han Xinyue was about to do, forcing himself to remain calm and think. Even in these dire straits, as long as he was still breathing, he wouldn't give up on finding a chance to escape.

He dared not imagine what would become of him if he were truly imprisoned by this woman, tortured day after day by every means imaginable. He dared not picture himself with a dog collar around his neck. That would be a fate worse than death.

What pained him even more was the thought of losing Zhu Yan and Ye Qiao, of never seeing them again. For those two women he loved and cherished, he resolved to hold on until the very end—until he either escaped or drew his last breath.

Sun Zhe, stay calm... you must stay calm! No matter what, you have to find a way to escape!

Just then, a warmth spread through his lower abdomen. His raging beast seemed to sink into a hot, wet mire, tightly enveloped. An exquisite, numbing pleasure surged through his body and soul, making him frown instinctively. He had experienced this many times before, so he knew exactly what Han Xinyue was doing without looking.

He had to admit, it was incredibly comfortable, almost intoxicating. But he kept his eyes closed, his mind focused. Though his body was a traitor, it didn't mean his will was broken.

Time ticked by. The rhythmic, wet sounds that filled the room were reminiscent of someone eating an ice cream bar.

About ten minutes later, Han Xinyue suddenly stood up. Looking rather exasperated, she swung her hand and slapped Sun Zhe's face again. She was likely frustrated that she hadn't received any fresh, warm "milk" and wanted to take it out on him.

Sun Zhe opened his eyes and looked at her, taunting, "What, is that all you've got, President Han?"

Her face flushed with anger, Han Xinyue suddenly lifted a leg sheathed in fine fishnet stockings. Her sexy, delicate, red-soled stiletto shot directly toward Sun Zhe's prized treasure! Although she didn't use much force, she was aiming for the most vulnerable part of a man's body.

"Ah!"

Sun Zhe winced, unable to stifle a cry of pain.

Han Xinyue looked down at him from above, grinding the base of his shaft viciously with her heel. Her gaze grew more sinister, like a queen enraged. Sun Zhe gritted his teeth as cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

After a moment, Han Xinyue seemed to soften, suddenly withdrawing her foot with a light sigh.

"As expected, a wild wolf like you isn't so easily tamed."

"If you were so easily tamed, you wouldn't be worth conquering, and I'd lose interest," she continued. "But don't worry, my dear, we have plenty of time. We can take it slow."

"Someday, I *will* conquer you and make you a dog that belongs only to me."

Sun Zhe let out a quiet breath, ignoring her. But then he saw her reach for the zipper on her leather miniskirt.

ZZZZIP...

As the long zipper parted, the glossy leather skirt slid down her beautiful legs, pooling alluringly at her feet. To his surprise, Sun Zhe saw that her fishnet stockings were a crotchless design. A thin, transparent lace thong, as fine as a string, was nestled in the lush thatch of hair, positioned perfectly between two butterfly-like folds of flesh. He also noticed a string of lustrous white pearls embedded in the center of the thong.

He couldn't help but wonder... would that string of pearls be uncomfortable to walk in, or would the constant rubbing feel good?

"Do you like it, my dear?" Han Xinyue asked softly, a hint of shyness on her gorgeous face.

It was her first time wearing panties like these. She figured that to conquer a man like Sun Zhe, she had to make a real investment.

Sun Zhe looked away, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Of course I like it. It's the first time I've seen someone wear something like that for me."

Hearing that he liked it, Han Xinyue's face lit up with a joyous smile. She eagerly climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Lifting her hips, she reached down with one slender hand to guide the hot, ugly member, using its tip to part her moist, waiting flesh.

A few seconds later, with her petals pushed wide, she slowly sank down. She seemed very practiced in this act, her movements skilled and confident. The lush vale of her peach-blossom spring had already been slicked with moisture by the friction of the pearls on her thong, making his invasion incredibly smooth and easy.

With a soft, wet sound, she settled completely onto him. The bud at the end of the passage felt as if it had been sipped by a bee. The overwhelmingly exquisite jolt that shot through her made her entire body tense and tremble.

"Ooh... ahhh..."

"You're still the best, my dear!"

Reveling in the ultimate pleasure, she arched her swan-like neck, her red lips parting to release a series of sweet, captivating moans.

Sun Zhe slowly held his breath, steeled his mind, and began to use his cultivation to absorb her Yin Essence. He also discovered that the talisman he had imprinted on Han Xinyue's Dantian with the Jiewu Palace Secret Technique had vanished. He figured her master was most likely responsible, but he didn't care. Even if the talisman was still there, controlling Han Xinyue wouldn't be enough to turn the tables.

At this moment, Sun Zhe's Dantian was completely empty, without a single trace of True Qi. The Nascent Soul that once glowed with a golden-red light had gone dim. He urgently needed to absorb Yin Essence to replenish his power. He let Han Xinyue ride him, her body rocking on his lap, while he fortified his mind and frantically harvested her Yin Essence.

A long time passed.

Han Xinyue suddenly threw her head back with a cry. After a final, convulsive tremor, her delicate body went limp, and she collapsed, spent, onto Sun Zhe's chest. This time, not only had she absorbed enough Yang Essence, but the lonely palace deep within her had been filled to the brim. She felt like the happiest woman in the world, and her eyes, as she looked at Sun Zhe, were filled with love.

But this was not the love of romance. It was a pure love born from lust. The kind of love one has for a favorite toy, a piece of jewelry, or a beautiful dress.

After a short while, once she had caught her breath, she slowly sat up. With one hand braced on his shoulder, she used the other to pull down her already low neckline. Two enticing, snowy-white orbs were exposed to the air, carrying a milky fragrance. She lowered her head and, cupping one of the full mounds like a gentle mother, fed a cherry-like nipple into Sun Zhe's mouth.

"Come on, baby, eat."

...

Much later, Han Xinyue finally rose to leave, but only after she had had her fill three times and Sun Zhe was begging for mercy from exhaustion. After getting dressed, she picked up the bowl of pork liver porridge and gently spoon-fed him. Once he had finished the last bite, she departed contentedly, planning to cultivate in the next room and digest the Yang Essence she had absorbed.

Not long after she left, the seemingly exhausted Sun Zhe was suddenly full of vigor. He hastily circulated his power to digest the Yin Essence he had taken. Gradually, his dim Nascent Soul began to glow with golden-red light once more. With a thread of True Qi now flowing through his body, he felt his strength returning.

That woman will probably be back tomorrow. If I absorb her essence a few more times, I should have enough True Qi to break these chains and find a chance to escape. But before that, I need to comprehend the Yin Yang Wings as quickly as possible.

Sun Zhe was secretly plotting his next moves, even thinking about how he would explain everything to Zhu Yan when he got home.

CLICK!

The sound of the door opening pulled him from his thoughts. A series of light footsteps reached his ears. He looked up to see that the visitor was Yao Rao.

Under the lights, Yao Rao was even more beautiful than she had been in the darkness of that night. Her cold, detached aura made it seem as if she was above all worldly things—serene, aloof, and utterly ethereal. Her snow-white, gossamer dress, paired with sacred, jacquard-patterned white silk stockings, gave her a vintage beauty, as if she had stepped out of a fairytale as a peerless immortal.

She walked toward Sun Zhe in a pair of equally antique-looking, delicate high heels. Sniffing the faint, acrid scent in the air, a flicker of disgust crossed her eyes.

Sun Zhe admired the white silk-clad legs that appeared and disappeared beneath her long dress. "Sect Leader Yao," he asked with a smile, deliberately affecting an ancient, formal tone, "to what do I owe the honor of this late-night visit?"

Yao Rao stopped before him, her expression unchanging. "I have come to take your True Qi," she stated bluntly.

Sun Zhe froze, crying out in silent agony.

I just got a little True Qi back, and now you're here to take it? What is this, am I your personal ATM? Can't you people act like human beings for once?!

A profound look entered Yao Rao's beautiful eyes as she spoke slowly, "I should have realized sooner. Since you are the Witch Master of Jiewu Palace, you must possess the legendary Pure Yang Holy Body."

"The Pure Yang Holy Body is the reason I have not taken your life."

"Because I require your True Qi for my Cultivation."

Hearing this, a feverish heat spread through Sun Zhe's body and mind.

From the way she's talking... could it be that this seemingly cold and holy Cold and Enchanting Fairy is no different from Han Xinyue deep down?

The thought of a happy "Cultivation" session with a peerless beauty like Yao Rao made Sun Zhe's heart bloom with delight.

To die in the arms of a beautiful woman is a glorious fate. This is a win-win!

As he imagined the exquisite scenery beneath Yao Rao's pristine white dress, his limp companion quickly rose to attention, pitching a tall tent in his trousers.

Just as he was getting lost in his fantasies, Yao Rao suddenly knelt before him.

Sun Zhe's heart skipped a beat. He didn't understand what she was doing.

Could it be... she wants to have a taste first? Holy shit, this is more than I can handle!

The thought of the peerless Yao Rao about to perform such an act for him made him feel as if his entire body was about to burst into flames.

He suddenly had the urge to shout, Go on, lock me up here for life! Serve me good food and drink every day, and come take my True Qi whenever you want!

But that was just an absurd thought from his baser instincts. The real him still wanted to go home. A man had to have some dignity, after all.

While his mind was racing, Yao Rao slowly extended a slender hand toward his abdomen. Sun Zhe's eyes locked onto that delicate hand, and his heart began to pound. On her soft, jade-white hand, she wore a flower-shaped ring, making it seem as if a blossom was growing right from her finger, adding an extra touch of exquisite beauty.

Here it comes... It's finally happening.

Sun Zhe slowed his breathing, his gaze darting between the slowly approaching hand and Yao Rao's moist, glistening lips, his mind filled with anticipation.

If my 'little brother' were enveloped by such beautiful lips, it would feel absolutely divine!