Playboy in the City-Chapter 212

Shen Tianyun gazed at Sister Qing’s alluring, jade-smooth hips, his eyes growing more profound as he sneered, "Chen Yang, I will use your life as the first stepping stone in my ascension, cementing my place as the underground emperor of Jinshui and paving my way into the provincial capital."

In the past, I, Shen Tianyun, was less than nothing before the Jinshui Xiao Family, worse than an ant. But the Xiao Family of today? Heh. They’re just a sick, dying tiger in its twilight years, on the verge of death!

The new-generation Zhou Family had given Shen Tianyun an unprecedented level of confidence and resolve. He looked at the golden cloud ornament of soaring dragons beside him and extended a strong, powerful arm. His open palm seemed large enough to shroud the heavens as he muttered with an imperious gaze, "From this day forward, the roles of attacker and defender are reversed!"

「Meanwhile.」

Upon receiving Sister Qing’s orders, Guo Ming immediately led the three brothers—Ah Long, Ah Hu, and Ah Bao—along with a large group of thugs and gunmen, speeding toward Chen Yang’s location.

"Heh, Chen Yang, you little beast. You’re dead for sure this time." Sister Qing stood by the large floor-to-ceiling window, watching the convoy of black cars grandly depart from the club. A cold sneer formed on her lips as the scene of Chen Yang dying a gruesome death on the street flashed before her eyes. The more she thought about it, the more ecstatic she became.

What a pity about that great treasure of yours, though. If only I could give it to Brother Yun, I’d feel so much better, so much more satisfied.

However, the impression Chen Yang’s massive tool had left on her was simply too profound, as if it had been carved directly into her soul.

"Mmm..."

The mere thought of it was enough. The tingling sensation from the moist spot between her legs lightly rubbing against her underwear caused her to let out an involuntary moan, her pretty face instantly flushing crimson. The longing hidden deep within her body and mind for Chen Yang’s huge member grew increasingly intense.

Instinctively, she slid her fair, jade-like hand beneath her cheongsam. Her fingers hooked the edge of her panties, which had long been soaked by her own fluids.

"Mmm-hmm..."

Just touching the edge of her slick channel made her unable to resist. She let out another soft moan, lightly biting her pink lips.

At that moment, Sister Qing could hardly believe herself. What... What’s wrong with me? Why am I like this? My body has been thrown into chaos by that little beast Chen Yang... Could it be? Did consuming... what he sprayed... make me this way? I...

In the past, she had always been composed. When it came to matters between men and women, she only became passionate with Brother Yun; she treated all other men with cold indifference. So how was it that Chen Yang’s vile image was now so deeply branded not just in her heart, but in her very soul? It was as if he had planted a seed of wanton lust within her, and his image was the switch. The moment she thought of him, she was filled with a desperate craving to be ravaged by that thing of his.

No... I don’t want this! I love Brother Yun! I can’t be fantasizing about that little beast Chen Yang! But... that little beast is so big... it must feel so good inside... I... mmm-hmm, ah, ahhh!

Leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window of her office, Sister Qing could no longer suppress the fiery desire for Chen Yang raging within her. She bit her lip hard as her fingers slid into her hot, wet Honey Spring. Fantasizing about Chen Yang’s divine prowess and his massive member, she began to frantically work her fingers inside. It felt as if only this could diminish the deep imprint he had left on her.

As her desire surged and her lust burned hotter, the potent, masculine scent of Chen Yang’s eruption on her mouth and face became vivid in her mind.

SSSSS... MMMM... AHHH...

For a time, Sister Qing’s office was filled with her alluring moans, which gradually echoed throughout the room.

In truth, not even Chen Yang himself knew that his masculine power, once tainted with the Mystical Life-and-Death Force, produced a unique reaction. Any woman who consumed it would have an imprint subtly placed upon her soul. The more she thought about it, the more she would crave him. And the more she craved him, the more she would desperately wish to become his woman.

This was exactly Sister Qing’s state at this moment. She hated Chen Yang, wishing for his swift death. Yet, the desire of her body and soul had made her, without realizing it, fall in love with his giant phallus... until she sank completely into depravity.

「On the other side.」

Following Zhou Hao’s arrangements, Chen Yang took Li Yan, who was so sore she could barely walk, to have breakfast. After they entered their hotel room, Li Yan fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow, lacking even the strength to speak to Chen Yang.

The entire night of torment had truly wrecked her. Chen Yang’s romping had left both her front and back feeling swollen and fiery. Although it had been heavenly at the time, her soul soaring with bliss, the after-effects were now hitting her full force. She curled up on the bed like a little bitch licking her wounds, her swollen, reddened folds slightly parted and unable to fully close as her body entered a state of autonomic repair.

As for why Chen Yang hadn’t used his Mystical Life-and-Death Force to heal her and Ma Xiaorong? The reason was simple.

Only in this way could their memory of him become more profound. Only through this continuous pain could the indelible brand of ’Master’ be carved deep into their very souls.

"BUZZ."

Chen Yang sat cross-legged on the nearby bed, refining the surging Yin Yuan Power within his Dantian. As the cooling Yin Yuan Power was refined, an indescribable aura began to rise from him. This aura enhanced his temperament, making him seem otherworldly, like an immortal who had descended to the mortal realm—ethereal, free-spirited, and unlike any wanderer of the human world.

The process of strengthening the Mystical Life-and-Death Force in his Dantian was captivating. All his pores opened, and every cell felt as if it were being nourished by a sweet dew. It gave Chen Yang a feeling of pleasure and accomplishment that even surpassed dual cultivation with women.

"CRACK."

Half an hour later, a sound like an eggshell breaking emanated from within his body.

"BUZZ!"

Immediately, a force far more powerful than before exploded from him.

"Mmm-hmm..."

This aura filled the room, causing various objects to vibrate. It even impacted the sleeping Li Yan. Her slightly parted, quivering folds were stimulated, causing her face to flush with passion as she let out several moans, as if reaching a climax. She then turned over and pressed her beautiful legs together, finally settling down.

The sixth level of the Qi Refining stage—the peak of the middle Qi Refining stage. The next step is to break through to the late stage. My spiritual sense now has a radius of five zhang, an increase of two from before. This means the fifteen-meter area around me is now completely my domain. No one can harm me within this fifteen-meter radius.

The transformation and strengthening of his body thrilled Chen Yang. He unleashed his spiritual sense, and everything around him came into view with absolute clarity. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Just then, Chen Yang suddenly felt as though something had tugged at his heart...