Urban Romantic Divine Doctor-Chapter 1523 - 1520: Overlord’s Forceful Act

"You bastard!"

"Xu Wendong, let go of my wife!"

Zhen Jing burst into tears, his eyes flickering with repressed pain and anguish.

The other disciples of the Guanghan Sect clenched their fists in anger, their faces full of fury, and if looks could kill, Xu Wendong would have been stabbed a thousand times over.

After all, Song Ziwei was an untouchable goddess in their hearts.

But now.

To see her held in Xu Wendong’s arms and brazenly kissed was something they could not accept.

Song Ziwei kept her lips tightly shut, trying to fend off Xu Wendong’s advances, giving off an air of a virtuous, chaste woman.

But Xu Wendong would not be deterred!

His right hand trailed down to her sexy, rounded buttocks, firmly squeezing, and the sudden surge of pain caused Song Ziwei to let out a delightful moan.

His tongue slipped into her mouth, like a spirit snake, stirring and sucking wantonly.

A strong feeling of shame rose within Song Ziwei’s heart.

As a married woman, she could not accept such liberties with another man, especially not in front of her husband, being kissed by Xu Wendong.

Alongside the shame, a fierce anger erupted in her heart, and she instinctively shut her mouth, intending to bite down on Xu Wendong’s tongue to teach him a lesson.

But Xu Wendong’s right hand ventured from her rounded buttocks, sliding between her thighs.

In that instant.

A tingling sensation washed over Song Ziwei, akin to being struck by lightning, awakening desires within her that were unleashed by Xu Wendong.

Even if she did not want any physical contact with Xu Wendong, there was one thing she couldn’t deny—the enticing Yang energy radiating from Xu Wendong.

This energy slowly dissolved her reason and restraint.

Even though her husband was just outside, she couldn’t care less about that anymore.

Not only that.

An inexplicable excitement arose within her.

Just like that.

Xu Wendong’s passion broke down Song Ziwei’s defenses. Although she still appeared unwilling, at least she no longer rejected his presence.

"Wow, sister-in-law is so moist and smooth!" Xu Wendong withdrew his right hand, his fingertips glistening with crystalline honey, feeling silky and tender.

Song Ziwei lay weakly in Xu Wendong’s arms, her flushed face full of shame. Her eyes darted around, not daring to look at Xu Wendong.

Nor did she dare to look at her husband outside the formation.

"Xu Wendong, you won’t die a good death!" Zhen Jing roared hysterically, his voice filled with deep despair and regret.

Xu Wendong ignored Zhen Jing’s outburst, taking Song Ziwei’s right hand to place it between his legs, a cryptic smile playing on his lips: "Sister-in-law, go ahead, feel my Dragon Root."

"Hiss!"

When Song Ziwei touched Xu Wendong’s Dragon Root, she couldn’t help but gasp, her eyes widening in shock and fear.

"Are you... are you even human? You’re simply a beast!" Song Ziwei looked at Xu Wendong with terror, feeling the heat emanating from beneath the clothes.

Not only was it thick and long, but it was also incredibly hot, like a heated iron rod, causing uneasiness to arise in her heart.

Everyone watching from mid-air was stunned, not understanding why Song Ziwei would call Xu Wendong a beast.

Just as the crowd was still processing.

Xu Wendong, in full view, removed his robe, revealing a muscular body and a Dragon Root of awe-inspiring proportions.

Upon seeing that formidable object.

All their pupils trembled violently, their hearts stopping in their chests, leaving a suffocating illusion.

At this moment.

They finally understood why Song Ziwei referred to Xu Wendong as a beast—his endowment was damn terrifying, beyond human capacity.

Unabashedly, his endowment was like an adult’s arm, thick and long, chilling to the core.

"Don’t worry, Brother Zhen Jing, I will treat sister-in-law well!" Xu Wendong sneered wickedly and, amidst the disciples’ angry and frustrated glares, appeared behind Song Ziwei, crudely tearing her dress to reveal her allure-inducing figure and plump peach-like buttocks.

Xu Wendong gently kissed the lobe of Song Ziwei’s ear, whispering: "Be a good girl, and arch that lovely backside for me, will you?"

Song Ziwei blushed deeply, but her brows couldn’t hide her intense anger: "I’d rather die than even think to..."

Before she could finish speaking.

Xu Wendong’s Dragon Root suddenly appeared beneath her, not entering her body yet, but its presence at her pearl-lips caused ripples in Song Ziwei’s heart.

Xu Wendong smiled: "Sister-in-law, you wouldn’t want me to use force, right? If you like this tune, I’m willing to play along." With that, he reached out and grasped Song Ziwei’s plump and perky breasts, indulging in their splendid feel.

"Mmm..."

Feeling her tender breasts kneaded by burning hands, Song Ziwei couldn’t control a melodious moan that escaped her lips.

Though faint, the sound was clear to everyone around, causing the Guanghan Sect disciples to shudder, for they had never heard such enchanting notes from their sister-in-law.

"Husband, I’m sorry!"

"I don’t want to be humiliated by this dissolute person, but I can’t change the outcome, so please leave, just as a favor to me, alright?" Song Ziwei looked shamefully at her husband, eyes brimming with tears of grievance.

Before Zhen Jing could respond, Xu Wendong’s voice rang out: "Brother Zhen Jing can stay a while; I’ll return sister-in-law to you in two hours at the latest."

"Indeed, I only wish to experience the muddy path Brother Zhen Jing walked, I would not take what a gentleman loves."

"After experiencing Brother Zhen Jing’s path, naturally, I will let sister-in-law go."

"You don’t have to leave. You can stay and instruct me, for I don’t know which position sister-in-law prefers." He lewdly kneaded Song Ziwei’s breasts, unable to resist kissing her slender neck.

Using gentle advances, Song Ziwei’s breathing quickened, her face flushed, eyes radiating intense spring-like affection, exuding irresistible charm.

"Xu Wendong, I, Zhen Jing, swear to the heavens, if I don’t kill you in this life, I am unworthy to be a Son of Man!" Zhen Jing glared at Xu Wendong with clenched teeth, not hiding the murderous intent in his heart.

"Even if Brother Zhen Jing wishes to kill me, he can’t stop me from entering sister-in-law’s body." Xu Wendong smirked teasingly, then gripping his Dragon Root, took Song Ziwei by surprise, suddenly entering her body...