Miraculous Doctor in Flower City-Chapter 331:

Li Fengqin's nerves snapped taut the instant she heard it!

She'd suspected Liu Sanming might try to persuade her to surrender, but she hadn't expected him to be so blunt and lewd about it.

He was straight up demanding her body.

Granted, over the years, there'd always been rumors swirling in the Divine Origin Association that she was Celestial Master Tianfu's lover, but in reality, there was nothing between them.

She'd simply found the rumor advantageous, so she never bothered to clear it up.

She knew Tianfu's cultivation technique was yin-oriented—he had no interest in women.

And since she'd grown up in the Daoist monastery, used to all kinds of strict rules, after coming down from the mountain these past twenty years she might seem like a legend in the Cultivation Realm, but truth was, she was still a virgin.

Even the rumors outside that she was worth hundreds of millions—they were bullshit.

She didn't really care about money anyway, barely had any desire to spend.

Just her home and her ride were a bit upscale, that's all.

Now, to think she'd guarded her chastity for over forty years, only to be forced to give her untouched body to Liu Sanming—she really couldn't bring herself to agree…

But if she said no, she probably wasn't getting out of here alive tonight.

Even Li Longshan wasn't his match—what hope did she have?

"Difficult choice?"

Liu Sanming's smile cooled several degrees.

He flung his cup aside; the crash echoed as it shattered against the far wall!

"Mr. Liu, I admire your guts and your abilities, and I'm willing to work with you. But can't we negotiate something else? I'm really not interested in men—actually, the thought repels me. This condition is… hard for me to accept."

Li Fengqin said as tactfully as she could.

Liu Sanming just sneered coldly in his heart.

So she wanted to join him, take all the benefits, and give nothing in return? Did she take him for a fool?

"No. The only thing about you that interests me… is your body."

"So… Mr. Liu, you really have to force me?"

Li Fengqin gritted her teeth, trying to sound tough, to test his attitude.

But she barely finished speaking before Liu Sanming moved!

Flood Dragon Art, fueled by Profound Power—life and death at the whim of a thought.

Why waste his breath?

Li Fengqin hadn't expected Liu Sanming to resort to force so quickly, but she reacted instantly—her dagger slashed at Liu Sanming's throat in a flash!

At the same moment, her right leg lashed out at his waist!

Every muscle in her body tensed and exploded with power—her strikes sharp and ferocious.

But for all her battle experience, she'd forgotten one crucial truth!

She was in no position to fight Liu Sanming whatsoever!

They weren't even in the same league—her blade had barely flashed when Liu Sanming's palm struck out through the air. Instantly, a bolt of searing pain like lightning tore through her wrist!

She screamed as her entire arm went numb, the dagger clattering to the floor. Before she'd even steadied herself, Liu Sanming closed the distance in a blur, his sword-finger driving into the side of her neck.

Her neck—central nervous link—his pinpoint strike sealed her acupoint, and her body instantly went limp, all sensation wiped away.

She collapsed backward in a boneless heap!

A surge of terror crashed over her—before she could even scream, another stab of pain shot through her throat!

No matter how wide she forced her mouth open, not a sound escaped—her voice stolen away.

"Now, you don't get to choose. However I want to deal with you—that's up to me."

Liu Sanming finished sealing her acupoints, a cold, satisfied smirk spreading across his face.

Li Fengqin lay sprawled on the ground, her body quivering with fright, her face deathly pale, her already full chest rising and falling violently.

But even if she wanted to beg for mercy now, it was already too late!

In the next instant, Liu Sanming squatted down, grabbing her body roughly to straighten her up, yanking her cheongsam up to expose her pale belly and a light purple bra.

Inside, her breasts—two snowy globes—were held snug and tight. The upper halves spilled out, creamy and supple, a valley deep and dark between them, impossibly alluring.

Liu Sanming lingered for a few seconds, eyes roaming, then snickered and shoved the light purple bra up as well.

This time, the two snowy globes tumbled right out!

Soft and white, plump and inviting—seriously tempting.

But Liu Sanming didn't lay his hands on her right away.

He kept his gaze fixed on the lower half of Li Fengqin's body. The more mature a woman, the more alluring her flesh below became.

That's the greatest difference between a seasoned woman and a naive young girl.

Now, Li Fengqin's lower body—those two smooth, round, dazzling white legs—were fully on display.

In between was a pair of light purple lace panties. So fucking sexy.

The central part sagged in very slightly, its contour alone enough to make a man's blood boil.

"Not bad. Just my type. Neat, private, full and tight."

Liu Sanming teased.

With one swift motion, he yanked down Li Fengqin's pale purple panties.

He peered inside. Liu Sanming couldn't help but be a little surprised…

No sign of hair—pure snowy skin, a white tiger!

Just like Sun Yuanyuan, and the sight was no less breathtaking.

Liu Sanming quickly raised Li Fengqin's legs, pressed his head between her thighs, and began to observe her even more closely.

There really weren't any traces of a razor.

So completely natural…

Liu Sanming could never have expected it—Li Fengqin was not only fully ripe, but an absolute top-shelf Peach Blossom Spring!

"Big sis, you're actually sporting a bald little kitty. Incredible."

"Since you can't resist, just obediently savor it. Trust in what I can do to you."

With that, Liu Sanming pried open her thighs, parted those tender peach petals, and went deeper in his pursuit of beauty.

Li Fengqin was drowning in the filthiest, rawest shame!

She honestly wanted to die right then.

But she couldn't move a single muscle, nor could she utter a sound.

"Baby, don't get too worked up. Big brother's coming. I'm so big down there, don't start bawling, heh!"

After drinking in the view, Liu Sanming didn't bother dragging things out.

He deftly dragged down his zipper; the thick, hard rod inside was already wide awake, springing out savagely!

But he didn't push in just yet. With such a divine instrument in front of him, he wanted to savor the anticipation.

And this was still a true untouched Peach Blossom Spring.

Of course, inside was brimming with potent Primordial Yin Qi.

How could Liu Sanming not indulge himself and take a good, greedy taste? He didn't give a damn about being gentle—he pounced on top of Li Fengqin and began an animalistic assault of biting and kissing.

He started with her face, then moved to her earlobes, her neck, her collarbone, and the swells above her chest.

Everywhere he went, he left trails of saliva in his wake.

Finally he landed on her pair of firm, velvety soft breasts—soft as cotton, light as clouds.

He feasted with his lips—every mouthful a taste of heaven, every suck merciless.

Liu Sanming gorged with reckless abandon, sucking, biting, not forgetting to work his fingers on Li Fengqin's waist and hips as he unleashed the Immortal Ascension Finger technique.

At first, he just wanted to subdue and conquer Li Fengqin.

But after realizing she was a natural 'white tiger', a genuine treasure, his mind changed.

Now, he would utterly break Li Fengqin.

Not just as a tool for harvesting Primordial Yin, but as his own personal female slave.

Completely in his grasp, never to escape.

In only a few dozen seconds, Li Fengqin's utter humiliation began to shift, her face flushed an intense red, breathing heavy and ragged, her skin dotted with goosebumps.

And below, her body had begun to respond, a clear, glistening stream started to gush out, betraying her.

No one could outdo Liu Sanming when it came to teasing a woman with his lips.

His tongue agile beyond compare, every lick measured perfectly, his mouth applying just the right pressure. And below, those Immortal Ascension Fingers pressed and worked ceaselessly, opening the gates of her desire. How could she possibly hold out?