Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 40: Miss Xie’s Disfigurement

Thinking of the sexy and captivating vixen, Li Zhishan, panting beneath him, Sun Zhe grabbed his medical kit, fully armed, and headed out the door.

Following the address Li Zhishan sent on WeChat, he quickly found her villa in the newly built section of Ping’an District.

Inside the luxurious living room, Sun Zhe changed into a pair of slippers, swaggered over with his medical kit, and sat on the sofa, showing no signs of feeling out of place. Although he had only met Li Zhishan once, they had been flirting frequently on WeChat lately. In a way, they were already quite familiar. Therefore, coming to a friend’s house, there was naturally no need to be reserved.

After sitting down, Sun Zhe’s eyes were immediately drawn to the wedding photo hanging on the wall. In the picture, Li Zhishan wore a pure white wedding dress, looking as holy and sexy as a swan. The man beside her, however, was short, stout, and looked rather old.

Alas, what a shame to see a beauty like her go to waste.

Sun Zhe sighed internally, tearing his gaze away from the photo. Just as he was lost in thought, Li Zhishan walked out from the kitchen carrying a plate of sliced fruit. Her long, wavy hair was casually draped over her shoulders, looking slightly messy. She wore a silk nightgown with a hem so short it barely covered her snow-white thighs. Through the lace on her chest, two faint bumps were visible, a clear sign she was braless underneath. Looking at this alluring enchantress, Sun Zhe quietly swallowed.

Li Zhishan placed the fruit platter on the coffee table before sitting beside him. Cuddling his arm, she asked, "So? Is your ’little sister’ pretty?"

Sun Zhe’s expression turned odd. "Little sister?" It felt strange for such a mature woman to refer to herself that way.

"The photo I sent you last night," Li Zhishan said coyly.

"Oh... you mean that one." Sun Zhe suddenly remembered the photo of the hairless ’white tiger’ and laughed. "If she’s Sister Shan’s ’little sister’, then of course she’s gorgeous."

Li Zhishan leaned her head on his shoulder and started playing with his hand. "I missed you to death while I was on my business trip these last few days," she said with a wronged tone. "So, tell me, how are you going to compensate me today?"

As she spoke, she took Sun Zhe’s hand and guided it inside the neckline of her nightgown.

"Here, feel them. See if I’ve gotten bigger."

Sun Zhe certainly wasn’t going to be polite. He immediately reached in and began to feel her. The softness filling his palm and the faint, mature fragrance in the air quickly caused him to pitch a large tent.

"So, Sister Shan, do you want to treat the illness first, or should we put out the fire?"

Hearing this, Li Zhishan giggled. "You cheeky little devil. You even dare to tease me now. Watch how I deal with you today!"

With that, she leaned over and draped herself across his lap. Her delicate hand unzipped his pants, preparing to release the great dragon.

Sun Zhe, however, felt a pang of worry. He quickly reached out to stop her, glancing at the wedding photo on the wall. "Sister Shan, maybe we should go somewhere else?" he whispered. "If we’re at your house, what if your husband finds out..."

"I don’t have a husband." Li Zhishan suddenly interrupted him. She looked up at him and said, "My husband passed away. I’m single now."

Sun Zhe was taken aback for a moment, then he scratched his head and chuckled. "Oh. Sorry about that."

Li Zhishan gave him a seductive smile. "No one will disturb us here. So, are you going to let me have a taste or not?"

Sun Zhe said nothing and simply let go of her hand.

A moment later, as the dragon was freed, a potent masculine scent filled the air, causing Li Zhishan to lose all reason. She had been thinking about this massive treasure like crazy during her business trip. Thus, she eagerly opened her mouth and began to swallow, savoring it with absolute delight.

Sun Zhe reclined on the sofa with one hand supporting her head. His other hand kneaded her full, curvy bottom, his fingers hooking the already short nightgown to massage the tender, white mound beneath. After just a few strokes, his fingers were already wet. As he felt the warm, moist sensation enveloping his little brother, he wickedly began comparing Li Zhishan to Zhu Yan in his mind.

To be fair, in terms of oral skills alone, Li Zhishan was nowhere near as good as Zhu Yan.

About ten minutes later, Li Zhishan suddenly pushed herself up. She rubbed her aching cheeks and said resentfully, "It seems this move alone isn’t enough to handle you."

Sun Zhe just chuckled. If Zhu Yan were here, I would’ve erupted by now.

Li Zhishan suddenly spoke in a commanding tone. "Sit still and don’t move. Watch how I’m going to take care of you."

Saying this, she placed both hands on his shoulders, lifted a slender leg, and straddled his thighs. Then, she reached down and pulled off her nightgown’s shoulder strap, revealing a large, pale breast. Cupping it with her hand, she leaned forward and fed the pink cherry into Sun Zhe’s mouth.

Sun Zhe held her slender waist with both hands and began to savor it carefully, his tongue swirling around the pink areola. Waves of tingling pleasure, like electric currents, shot through Li Zhishan’s body, making her tremble and squirm uncontrollably. Her thin lips parted, releasing a fragrant breath. In just a few moments, the valley between her thighs was flooded. Threads of nectar trickled down her pale skin, with several drops landing on Sun Zhe’s abdomen.

"Ah... darling, you’re so good at this."

"Quick, suck a little harder."

DING-DONG!

Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang.

At the sound, the passion in Li Zhishan’s eyes faded as she regained some of her senses, a hint of annoyance showing on her face.

"Who could be looking for me at a time like this?"

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A short while later, Sun Zhe, now fully dressed, watched as a woman with a stunning figure hurried into the living room, clutching a handbag. The woman wore a mask and sunglasses, giving her a mysterious air. Upon entering, she pointed at Li Zhishan and scolded, "Li Zhishan, you liar! Look at the mess you’ve made!"

Li Zhishan looked completely bewildered. "Miss Xie, what’s wrong?"

"What’s wrong? See for yourself!" Miss Xie reached up and pulled off her mask, revealing a face covered in festering sores.

The sight made Li Zhishan’s pretty face turn deathly pale, and a chill ran down her spine. For a woman, having her face become like this was a fate worse than death.

"Miss Xie, what happened?"

Miss Xie gritted her teeth, put her mask back on, and said furiously, "It’s all your fault! It was that face mask of yours!"

"I don’t care, you can’t escape responsibility for this!" she continued. "Do you have any idea how much money I’ve spent on this face? And now it’s been ruined by one of your masks!"

Hearing this, Li Zhishan narrowed her eyes, remaining surprisingly calm. "Could it be for some other reason?" she asked. "The face mask my company produces and sells has been doing very well for two years. We have many repeat customers who have given it great reviews. There has never been a single problem. Why would one suddenly happen with you?"

"Miss Xie, have you been to a hospital to get it checked? If it really was caused by my mask, I am willing to take full responsibility."

With tears in her eyes, Miss Xie raged, "Take responsibility? How are you going to take responsibility? My entire life is ruined!"

Li Zhishan sighed, knowing that Miss Xie made her living with her looks. "I understand how you feel right now, but can you please calm down first? Shouting isn’t going to solve anything."

Just then, Sun Zhe spoke up. "Miss, could you let me take a look at your face?"

Only then did Miss Xie notice the handsome man in the room. Her heart instantly softened, and her tone became a little gentler. "I’d rather not. I can’t even stand to look at my own face."

Sun Zhe smiled. "Perhaps I can treat it."

"You can treat it?" Miss Xie’s eyes lit up.

Li Zhishan also turned to look at Sun Zhe, suddenly remembering his superb medical skills.

Miss Xie then pulled down her mask and took off her sunglasses. As Sun Zhe looked at her, he found her face vaguely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. He didn’t dwell on it, however. After observing the pustules for a moment, he said, "This likely has nothing to do with the face mask. It looks like you were crawled on by a venomous insect. There were bugs like this back in my village."

He then asked, "Miss Xie, have you been to the mountains in the last two days?"

"Yes." Miss Xie nodded lightly. "I was in the mountains for a shoot a couple of days ago... I do remember there being a lot of bugs in the woods."

Sun Zhe smiled. "Then it was most likely the insects that did this."

He turned and walked to the coffee table, opened his medical kit, and took out a small wooden box.

"It just so happens I brought an ointment I mixed myself. Applying a bit of this should clear it right up."