"Drip, drip, drip..."

The enticing sound of wetness faintly floated through the air, stirring limitless fantasies.

Perhaps it’s because they were in a hotel, and there was no worry about being discovered by anyone. As a result, Fang Ruoxue abandoned all caution, completely freeing her body and mind.

She even tried to immerse herself in it, treating it as enjoyment rather than purely as a transaction.

At the moment, Sun Zhe stood stark naked, his back leaning against the wall as he looked down at those fiery red lips that were endlessly curling and unfolding, involuntarily narrowing his eyes with a face full of ecstatic indulgence.

Only then did he realize Fang Ruoxue was even more skilled than he had imagined.

If it had been before breaking through the "Wrathful Yang" stage of the Yin Yang Sacred Heart Technique, with Fang Ruoxue’s skills, he might have surrendered long ago!

"Mmm mmm mmm mmm..."

Fang Ruoxue savored the experience, almost losing herself, occasionally casting a lingering look up at Sun Zhe.

With her fragrant, long hair disheveled and cascading down in a messy yet enchanting manner onto her snow-white back, she added a few touches of seductive charm.

Sun Zhe tilted his face upward, calmly enjoying that wonderful, warm wetness, occasionally taking in sharp breaths.

Time passed unknown.

A soft "pop" suddenly echoed from below.

Sun Zhe looked down to see Fang Ruoxue had retreated, with those deformed, well-stretched red lips returning to shape, glistening with a moist, radiant luster, and their enticing lip patterns clearly visible.

She slowly stood up, her gaze filled with reproach as she looked at Sun Zhe, wiping her mouth as she said, "Carry me to the bed."

Sun Zhe didn’t hesitate for a second, lifting her soft fragrant body horizontally and stepping towards the luxurious bed.

As soon as they reached the bed, Sun Zhe hadn’t yet put Fang Ruoxue down when she broke free, pressing both hands onto his shoulders and pushing him onto the bed, immediately leaning over his sturdy chest.

Gazing at the exquisite beauty close at hand, Sun Zhe laughed and asked, "Do you really want to do it yourself?"

Fang Ruoxue snorted softly, "Then will you?"

Sun Zhe decisively refused, "No way, you better do it yourself."

"Tch!"

Fang Ruoxue scoffed, ignoring him, lowering her head to bite his neck while starting to tug at her own clothes.

As their bodies entwined, various garments flew around, scattered all over the floor beside the bed.

In just a brief moment, Fang Ruoxue was left with nothing but a pair of sheer stockings wrapped around her slim waist.

Sun Zhe stared, suddenly realizing there was nothing beneath the stockings, only a glossy darkness.

Fang Ruoxue perched on those six defined abs, looking at the bad man beneath her, still appearing somewhat embarrassed, while also recalling her bedridden husband, piercing pangs coursing through her heart.

Seeing her hesitate, Sun Zhe said, "If you regret it now, it’s not too late."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ruoxue gathered her thoughts, ignoring him, she slowly lifted her luscious hips off his abs, while one slender hand stretched down, grasping the scorching formidable beast.

"Mmm..."

After a while.

She slowly sank down, frowning her dark eyebrows.

The familiar heat and tension, as little Sun Zhe slowly peeked in, an endless surge of ecstasy like electricity swept through her body and mind.

As she endured the discomfort, summoning the courage to sit all the way down, she felt her whole being ripped apart, pierced all the way through, lifting her graceful swan neck and letting out a moving long moan, like a dying swan, evoking tenderness.

Sun Zhe quietly lay beneath, his large hands gripping her slender waist, exerting force to hold her steady, feeling the tightness and warmth conveyed through the second boss, gritting his teeth and saying, "Little burning cup, you can start shaking now!"

But Fang Ruoxue ignored him, taking a while before catching her breath, gradually adapting to the exaggerated size.

She gazed at Sun Zhe with reproachful eyes, raising a slender hand, palm resting on her forehead, brushing all the disheveled strands of hair up to the crown, then her delicately curved waist and hips began to sway, as soft as if boneless.

"Mmm mmm mmm..."

"So deep!"

In just a short moment, a milky white substance, like soy milk, trickled down the dragon’s body, dampening Sun Zhe’s lower abdomen.

And as Fang Ruoxue lifted her alluring hips away, the white sticky substance was drawn into fine strands pulling upward.

Sun Zhe glanced at it, teasingly smiled and said, "Seems like Chairman Fang has been dry for quite a while."

Fang Ruoxue snorted lightly, said nothing, just used her beautiful nails to dig into the small bean of his chest muscle.

... 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Fang Ruoxue shook for nearly an hour.

Luckily, she was a Martial Artist with physical stamina far surpassing ordinary people, otherwise, shaking nonstop for an hour would have broken her back.

However.

Even after an hour, Sun Zhe still hadn’t given her what she wanted, the precious Yang Essence.

Instead, she herself had reached the peak three times.

After ascending to the peak once more.

Fang Ruoxue felt utterly exhausted, her whole body weak and unable to exert any strength, lying powerlessly on Sun Zhe’s chest, mouth hanging open in soft panting, murmuring with reproach, "When are you going to finish?"

Sun Zhe smiled wryly, "What’s wrong, Chairman Fang, already feeling done in?"

"I..."

Fang Ruoxue hesitated to speak.

Sun Zhe hugged her smooth, snow-white shoulder, laughed and asked, "Who was it that said I couldn’t do it earlier?"

Fang Ruoxue wore a bitter face, "Can you be on top? I can’t carry on."

"No."

Sun Zhe decisively refused, "Do you think cultivation is easy? You expect to gain my Yang Essence just by shaking a few times?"

"I’m not charging you, yet you want me to work? Is that reasonable?"

Fang Ruoxue looked at him with grievance, "Why are you like this?"

"Pouting won’t help."

"..."

...

At 2 AM.

Fang Ruoxue, supporting herself against the wall with one hand, carrying high heels in the other, limped out of the guest room, fleeing the hotel.

She truly didn’t know how she managed to endure those hours.

Even now, it’s so sorely swollen, simply walking feels painful, and even slightly closing her legs sends her aching.

But she had to leave, because if she stayed any longer, she felt she would be done in by this stubborn donkey.

"Sun Zhe, just you wait!"

"I refuse to believe I can’t take you on!"

"..."

Upon returning home and facing Fang Jiayun’s inquiries, Fang Ruoxue casually dismissed her with a few replies, then hurried back to her own room, sitting cross-legged to start processing the Yang Essence she had worked so hard to collect.

But thinking about how she obtained this Yang Essence brought her great discontent.

Before she could get any out despite all efforts, it was only when Sun Zhe couldn’t stand it anymore that he switched positions, and after a stormy session, finally relinquished a palace-full of Yang Essence to her.

As time passed by.

After assimilating the Yang Essence within her, Fang Ruoxue sensed her cultivation had again progressed, only a step away from breaking through the Golden Core Realm Great Perfection!

"If it happens once more, I should break through."

"Sun Zhe, just you wait!"

"..."