Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 37: Birth Mother

Looking at the innocently seductive fairy in front of him, dressed in a thin lace nightgown, Sun Zhe’s gaze immediately grew feverish.

Ye Qiao blushed bashfully. "What’s wrong, bro, do I look good?"

His eyes moved downward, noticing her long, slender legs were clad in thigh-high white stockings. Ribbons tied into bows at the top added a playful touch.

Sun Zhe knew, of course, that Ye Qiao had intentionally dressed this way to increase his "attack speed."

"Qiaoqiao, to my bed!"

Sun Zhe pulled Ye Qiao into his arms, embracing her fragrant, soft body.

Ye Qiao tilted her head back, gently bit his neck, and said coyly, "What do you mean, ’your bed’? This was originally my bed."

Sun Zhe chuckled. "Fine, then let’s go to your bed."

With that, he unceremoniously slid his hand inside her nightgown. It was only after a moment of exploring that he discovered she was completely bare underneath.

Ye Qiao’s body seemed incredibly sensitive. After only a few caresses from Sun Zhe’s slightly rough palm, she was already aroused, nectar beginning to secrete between her tightly pressed thighs.

She looked up at him, her beautiful eyes misty with desire, and asked softly, "Bro, do you think I’m a very wild woman?"

Sun Zhe wrapped an arm around her slim waist. "Why do you suddenly ask?"

Ye Qiao lowered her head, her pretty face turning red. "I don’t know why, but ever since that first night with you, whenever I see you, I just can’t help it... My body goes out of control."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe couldn’t help but recall what Gu Lingxue had said. It must be my Pure Yang Holy Body attracting Ye Qiao, he thought.

He pressed his nose against hers and asked, "Do you want me to be honest?"

"Go on."

Sun Zhe smiled mischievously. "You are rather wild, but it’s a sweet kind of wild—the irresistibly sweet and seductive type. No man could withstand it."

Ye Qiao swatted his chest in mock anger, pouting. "How can you say that about me?"

Sun Zhe suddenly swept her up into his arms. "From now on, you can only be wild for me."

"..."

...

An intense battle raged for nearly an hour and a half.

Afterward, a contented Ye Qiao lay in Sun Zhe’s arms and asked, "By the way, bro, did you really earn that 3,000,000 yourself?"

"What? You don’t believe me?"

"Of course I believe you!" Ye Qiao said quickly. "It’s just... it feels so unreal, like a dream. How can an ordinary person earn so much in just a few days?"

Sun Zhe thought for a moment before replying, "Honestly, it felt unreal to me at first, too. But I’ve come to accept it. I’ve realized that for the truly wealthy, money is just a string of numbers."

"They care more about their health than money."

"In any case, Qiaoqiao, you don’t need to tutor anymore. Go back to school, study hard, and fulfill your dreams. As for money, just leave it to your bro."

Ye Qiao’s face beamed with happiness. "Okay, thank you, bro."

"Silly girl, why are you thanking me?"

Ye Qiao suddenly propped herself up and looked at him earnestly. "Bro, when I become a big star, I’ll support you."

Sun Zhe wrapped his arm around her slim waist and laughed. "Then when you become a big star, I’ll be your number one fan."

Ye Qiao threw herself into his arms, pressing her full bust against his firm chest. She lifted her face stubbornly and declared, "Then I’m going to screw my fan!"

"Pfft..."

Hearing such audacious words, Sun Zhe almost burst out laughing. For this innocently seductive, sweet but wild goddess to suddenly say something so provocative truly had a unique flavor.

"Bro, can you go again?"

Ye Qiao’s eyes shimmered with desire as she lay sideways on top of him. She bent one leg, her delicate foot wrapped in sheer white silk, and began gently rubbing his lower region, hooking and teasing the already shrinking sac with the top of her foot.

Sun Zhe kissed her on the cheek and smiled. "I can keep going, but I’m afraid you can’t handle it."

"Hmph, don’t underestimate me. Believe it or not, I’ll drain you dry."

"By the way, Qiaoqiao, how about you try using your feet to finish me?"

"Where did you pick up such strange fetishes? Using feet, really."

"Your feet are just too beautiful, especially in stockings."

"Then I’ll give it a try."

"..."

「The next day.」

Early in the morning, the family of three left the house. Sun Zhe and Zhu Yan went to the hospital for work, while Ye Qiao headed to school, saying she needed to handle her re-enrollment procedures.

...

On the slow-moving electric scooter, Sun Zhe sat rigidly on the back, feeling extremely uncomfortable. It felt like an eternity before they finally reached the hospital. After saying goodbye to Zhu Yan, Sun Zhe hurried to the traditional medicine department.

As soon as he entered the office, he saw Gu Lingxue sitting on the small sofa, looking at her phone with her long, gray-stockinged legs crossed.

"Sister Lingxue, morning."

"Morning, darling. Where were you fooling around yesterday?"

"I wasn’t fooling around, I really had something to do."

"..."

Sun Zhe’s gaze drifted to those silk-clad legs, and his Yang Qi began to stir. On the way to work, Zhu Yan had already teased him to the breaking point, but he couldn’t very well make a move on her.

Gu Lingxue was different. After days of "cultivation," they were as familiar as could be—so familiar that a simple pat on her bottom was enough to signal a change in position.

He walked right over and embraced her, his large hand boldly caressing her legs. The thin, glossy gray silk wrapped around her perfectly proportioned limbs, paired with high heels, was simply the most breathtaking work of art in the world.

Gu Lingxue’s body heated up from his touch. She looked at him with sultry eyes. "What’s wrong, darling? Want a morning quickie?"

Sun Zhe said nothing. He picked her up, laid her face-down on the sofa, and lifted her short skirt, only to discover with a start that she wore nothing under the thin, gray pantyhose.

"Darling, want to try something new?"

As he undid his belt, Sun Zhe asked, "What new thing?"

"Do it through my stockings."

"Huh? Can that even work?"

"Just try it. Sis specially picked a softer kind."

"..."

Sun Zhe spent the entire day in "cultivation." By the time he got off work, Gu Lingxue had drained him completely dry, leaving him so weak he had to use the wall for support just to walk.

...

On the electric scooter heading toward Ping’an District, Zhu Yan sat on the back and smelled the perfume on Sun Zhe. Her pretty face was frosty, and she didn’t say a single word to him the entire ride.

She finally spoke after they got home and stepped inside. "The bed I ordered for you arrived. Go tidy up your room first, and I’ll find someone to bring it up later."

Seeing Lil’ Ma’s icy demeanor, Sun Zhe felt a strange sense of unease and a flicker of guilt.

"Okay, Lil’ Ma."

He replied, then looked at her with concern. "Lil’ Ma, you seem a bit unhappy today. Did something bad happen at work?"

Zhu Yan snorted coldly. It’s all because of you, she thought. She didn’t know why, but the thought of Gu Lingxue’s perfume on him made her deeply uncomfortable, as if a treasure that belonged to her had been stolen.

"It’s nothing. I’m just in a bit of a bad mood."

"Oh..."

Sun Zhe could tell she didn’t want to talk about it, so he didn’t press further.

Afterward, he went to the room that was truly his. Zhu Yan and Ye Qiao had already cleared out most of the clutter and cleaned the space, so tidying up now was no hassle.

He opened the wardrobe to put his clothes away when he noticed a picture frame. Picking it up, he immediately recognized the man in the photo as Sun Wei.

Beside Sun Wei stood a woman in a wedding dress.

But the woman in the wedding dress wasn’t Zhu Yan.

Sun Zhe’s brow furrowed slightly as he looked at the somewhat blurry woman in the photo and murmured, "This woman... could she be my birth mother?"

"..."