Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 250: A Ray of Light in Desperation

In the empty room.

Sun Zhe's eyes were full of anticipation as he stared at Yao Rao's shimmering, moist pink lips. He felt a sudden rush of heat through his body and mind, and he swallowed his saliva incessantly.

He could now be certain that for the sake of his Pure Yang True Qi, this exquisite immortal truly intended to go down on him!

"Sect Leader Yao… this isn't appropriate, it's really not."

"If possible, I'd like to wash up first, so as not to offend such a beauty."

However, Yao Rao seemed not to hear him. She stared at the large wet patch on his shirt and pants, and a trace of disgust flickered in her clear, cold eyes. She felt utterly revolted.

She could roughly guess that Han Xinyue had been the one to drench him earlier.

But for the sake of Sun Zhe's Pure Yang True Qi, she suppressed her disgust and reached out. She gently lifted Sun Zhe's shirt, which was soaked with some kind of liquid, revealing his well-defined abs.

As her soft, pale palm touched Sun Zhe's hairy abdomen, he felt as if he had been electrocuted, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

He looked down at Yao Rao's stunningly beautiful and cold face. His gaze grew hotter, and his breath quickened.

It's finally happening!

To be 'serviced' by a peerless immortal like Yao Rao… even if every last drop of his True Qi was drained, he'd still consider it a win.

However, after a brief wait, the scenario he had imagined did not occur.

Yao Rao merely pressed her hand tightly against his lower abdomen without touching his waistband.

Just as Sun Zhe was feeling perplexed, a soul-piercing pain erupted from within him without any warning.

"Ah—!"

His eyes flew open and his body instantly stiffened as he let out a cry of pain.

At that moment, he felt as if an invisible needle had fiercely pierced his skin and plunged into the depths of his Dantian, greedily siphoning the small amount of True Qi he had just barely managed to recover.

"You… what are you doing?!"

Sun Zhe's face was as pale as snow, drenched in a cold sweat from the pain. He glared angrily at Yao Rao and struggled to break free.

Yao Rao, her face devoid of expression, replied flatly, "I already informed you that I am here for your True Qi."

Sun Zhe gritted his teeth, his entire body trembling from the agony. His handsome face was contorted by the extreme pain.

Twisted green veins bulged and writhed across his neck and face, as if earthworms were squirming beneath his skin, creating a grim and terrifying sight.

This torment was several times more excruciating than Gu Lingxue's "Yang Transformation Technique," far worse than being sliced by a thousand cuts. The pain made him wish for death.

This seemingly pure and sacred Yao Rao was so ruthless and cruel.

His eyes bloodshot and looking as if they would tear from their sockets, Sun Zhe glared furiously at Yao Rao, who was squatting before him. He nearly shattered his teeth from clenching them so hard.

"Vile bitch, you'd better… let me die here, never to leave… otherwise, when you fall into my hands… ah!"

Before he could finish his threat, the pain inside him abruptly doubled, forcing him to throw his head back and let out a heart-wrenching scream. Then, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Meanwhile, outside the door.

Han Xinyue leaned against the wall, her fists clenched so tightly that her delicate body trembled uncontrollably. Her expression was complex beyond words.

Sun Zhe's screams pierced her heart like needles.

Even she didn't understand why she felt such heartache for Sun Zhe. Or perhaps she did understand but was simply unwilling to admit it.

She wanted to go inside, stop Yao Rao, and snatch Sun Zhe away. She would hide him somewhere, so he would belong only to her, forever…

But a fear resonated deep within her—a fear of Yao Rao.

「Inside the room.」

After absorbing Sun Zhe's True Qi, Yao Rao slowly stood up.

Although this Pure Yang True Qi was pure and dense, bringing her great benefits, the quantity was still too little.

This means I'll have to drain him several more times!

She gazed at Sun Zhe, who was now drenched in sweat and had fainted. A sudden blush bloomed on her breathtakingly beautiful face.

As the Pure Yang True Qi flowed into her Dantian, she felt her whole body heat up, as if it were about to burst into flames.

A strange and wonderful sensation she had never experienced before gathered in her abdomen, causing the private area between her legs to itch and grow hot.

She couldn't help but clamp her legs together. Her gaze was complex as she looked at Sun Zhe, and an urge suddenly rose from the depths of her heart to pounce on him and merge with his body.

She could guess that this was the influence of the Pure Yang True Qi!

She slowly took a deep breath to steady her mind and hurriedly turned to leave.

An unknown amount of time passed.

When Sun Zhe awoke again, he found it was still night.

He leaned weakly against the chair, feeling as if he were terminally ill. He turned his head to gaze at the night sky outside the window and sighed softly, his eyes filled with bewilderment.

He had originally planned to slowly accumulate True Qi through Han Xinyue and then find a chance to escape.

But now, that seemed to be nothing more than a fool's dream.

Yao Rao would surely come again, so he had absolutely no opportunity to escape. He could only be drained day after day, becoming Yao Rao's tool until he was squeezed dry of his last bit of worth.

As he was lost in thought, a soft CLICK sounded.

The door was pushed open, and the crisp sound of high heels echoed into his ears.

He leaned powerlessly against the back of the chair, still staring blankly out the window.

He knew from the footsteps alone that the visitor was Han Xinyue.

And Han Xinyue was surely coming here to "cultivate" just like before.

There were surveillance cameras installed on the room's ceiling, and Han Xinyue watched him almost twenty-four hours a day.

So, the moment he woke up, she arrived.

"Sweetheart, your master has come to see you."

"How are you feeling?"

A bewitching smile on her face, Han Xinyue walked up to Sun Zhe on her silk-clad legs and stood before him.

She wore a form-fitting short dress. Her slender, beautiful legs were wrapped in sheer, flesh-colored stockings as thin as cicada wings, resembling two flawless jade pillars. As she moved elegantly, the scenery beneath her skirt flashed in and out of view, and one could even faintly make out the imprint of her mound at the crotch of her pantyhose.

Her entire being exuded an aura of extreme allure, like a fox spirit that had cultivated for a thousand years. An ordinary man simply couldn't withstand her temptation.

Sun Zhe glanced at Han Xinyue but said nothing.

After being drained of his True Qi by Yao Rao, he now lacked even the strength to speak.

Of course, he had no desire to speak to her anyway.

Han Xinyue suddenly leaned toward him and reached out a jade-like hand to grasp his chin, forcing his face toward her.

As she bent over, her already low neckline slackened further, giving Sun Zhe a perfect view of the snowy vista.

The pressure of the seductive lace bra squeezed her two full peaks together, creating a tempting, deep ravine.

Sun Zhe chuckled softly and asked, "President Han, here to cultivate again?"

Seeing his weak and haggard appearance, Han Xinyue's enchanting smile faltered slightly.

For some reason, her heart began to ache for him again.

"Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat."

Sun Zhe closed his eyes, simply pretending she didn't exist.

Seeing Sun Zhe ignore her, anger surged in Han Xinyue's heart. She immediately reached down, undid his waistband, and pulled his pants down to his knees.

His limp, dark member was suddenly exposed to the air, emitting a strong, acrid stench.

Han Xinyue bit her pink lip, staring intently at Sun Zhe. She lifted her own skirt to her waist, swung a silk-clad leg over, and expertly mounted his thighs.

A moment later, as she lowered her hips, a soft, wet squelch came from their point of connection.

Sun Zhe felt the tight, humid heat envelop him. His eyes remained closed as he secretly circulated his energy to harvest her Yin Essence.

Han Xinyue arched her snowy neck, which was flushed a faint pink, and moaned with abandon. She was completely unconcerned with Sun Zhe's attitude, engrossed in enjoying the exquisite, aching pleasure of being filled.

She gripped Sun Zhe's shoulders with both hands and twisted her slender waist rapidly. Her ample, peach-like hips, slick with fluid, pressed tightly against his lower abdomen as she rode him joyfully, like a galloping equestrian.

BOOM!

Just as she was lost in her intoxicated delight, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted.

The closed door was blown open by a tremendous force! 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Sun Zhe's spirits immediately lifted, and he hurriedly opened his eyes to look.

When he saw the graceful figure that appeared in the doorway, his bewildered eyes instantly filled with radiance!

Trapped in this desperate situation, he had finally seen a glimmer of hope.

He never would have expected that the one who came to rescue him was Leng Yueshuang!

"Shuang'er!"

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