Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Chapter 381 371: Fang Jiayun's Threat

SQUELCH, SQUELCH, SQUELCH… An indescribably strange sound floated intermittently from the lounge, seemingly following some kind of rhythm. Fang Jiayun's curiosity was piqued, and she slowly pushed the door open.

Could it be that little green tea, Ye Qiao, hiding in there eating?

Suddenly, an idea came to her—a plan to frame Ye Qiao.

The lounge also serves as a dressing room, right? And those performance costumes are all custom-made by internationally renowned designers for Senior Sister Yunwan. The cheapest one is worth a million! If Ye Qiao is eating in there and gets those costumes dirty… As for 'getting them dirty,' it doesn't have to be Ye Qiao who does it. As long as I get a photo of her eating in there, I can sneak in later and ruin the costumes myself. Then, I'll just show them to Senior Sister Yunwan… Heh, Ye Qiao, you little green tea. You just wait until you're bankrupt!

Having made up her mind, Fang Jiayun bent down, slipped off her high heels, and set them quietly aside. She then pulled out her phone and crept toward the dressing room. A moment later, she peeked through the crack in the door. The intense scene unfolding inside made her gasp, and she hurriedly covered her mouth in shock.

Just as she had suspected, Ye Qiao was indeed eating in the dressing room! It was just that what she was eating was very difficult to describe…

Outside the dressing room, Fang Jiayun's eyes were wide and her heart was pounding. She swallowed repeatedly, her gaze fixed through the crack in the door on the dark object flashing between Ye Qiao's tender red lips. She secretly marveled at its sheer size.

Ye Qiao, oh, Ye Qiao, I never expected you'd give me such a huge surprise. Just you wait. You're finished! I'll have you under my heel for the rest of your life!

「Inside the dressing room.」

Despite Ye Qiao's tireless efforts… even after more than ten minutes, Sun Zhe still felt nothing. This was because her skills were nowhere near as masterful as Zhu Yan's, and also because Zhu Yan had already drained him once before in the private room.

"Ugh, Sun Xiaoze, you're so annoying," Ye Qiao stood up in a huff, stomping her foot. She rubbed her sore jaw, her eyes full of resentment. "I've been doing this for so long, why haven't you finished yet?"

Sun Zhe looked at her with an amused expression. "What's wrong, little greenhorn? Can't handle it already?"

"You're the greenhorn!" Ye Qiao shot back defiantly, suddenly lunging forward to hug Sun Zhe and kiss him. "Let's see how you like it!"

A few minutes later, Ye Qiao reluctantly pulled back and said coquettishly, "Now it's your turn to apply lipstick."

At that moment, Fang Jiayun, who was still peeking from outside the door, was utterly confused. Why lipstick?

While she was puzzling over this, she saw Sun Zhe push Ye Qiao against the wall. Ye Qiao's eyes were bewitching, as if she had become a different person. She even reached up and pulled down the thin straps of her own top. As the straps slid down her arms, her round, full breasts, covered only by pasties, swayed gently in the open air, exuding a sweet fragrance.

Shameless! Fang Jiayun thought with disdain. She was then stunned to see Sun Zhe squatting down in front of Ye Qiao! Oh my god… what is that man doing? Is he going to… give Ye Qiao…

As the thought crossed Fang Jiayun's mind, she saw Ye Qiao, her back against the wall, suddenly arch her slender, swan-like neck. Biting her lower lip, she let out a suppressed moan. Then, Ye Qiao reached one slender hand to her side, her fingers digging into the edge of the wall, while her other hand reached forward to clutch tightly at Sun Zhe's hair. A silky leg, gleaming with a lustrous sheen, naturally lifted to rest on Sun Zhe's shoulder.

"Mmm… Zhe… don't tear them. These stockings are very expensive, and I have to wear them later. Let me take them off for you."

Watching the scene unfold—something she had only ever seen in illicit videos—Fang Jiayun felt her world turning upside down. She never could have imagined that the typically innocent and lively Ye Qiao had such a shameless side to her in private.

Time passed slowly. In less than ten minutes, under Sun Zhe's masterful technique, Ye Qiao reached her peak.

Sun Zhe stood up and stepped aside, admiring the fountain-like spectacle before him. "I called you a greenhorn, and you wouldn't even admit it," he teased.

Ye Qiao, however, seemed not to hear him. She arched her sweat-drenched neck, her legs trembling as if they could no longer support her. Her back slid slowly down the wall until she was squatting on the floor.

After a long moment, she finally caught her breath. Panting sweetly, she stood up, walked over, and threw herself into Sun Zhe's arms, acting spoiled. "Sun Xiaoze, be honest. Did my mom make you practice your technique?"

Sun Zhe touched his nose. "Well… I'm self-taught."

"Yeah, right. I don't believe you."

Tired of talking, Sun Zhe gazed at the seductive beauty before him, her eyes brimming with passion. Not wanting to waste another second, he grabbed her shoulders and spun her around so her back was to him.

"Get against the wall. Ass up."

"You're bullying me again."

"You're the one who started playing with fire."

"Sob… I didn't… Help! Someone's for—"

However, before Ye Qiao could finish her word, Sun Zhe plunged into her.

"Agh… Mmm, mmm… No, I can't take it anymore!"

Sun Zhe ignored her, his hands gripping her slender waist tightly to keep her from squirming as he gritted his teeth and began a fierce assault.

「About forty minutes later.」

Sun Zhe led a slightly stumbling Ye Qiao out of the dressing room.

She gave him a light push. "Alright, Zhe, you should head back first. Don't keep Mom waiting too long."

Sun Zhe asked, "Aren't you coming?"

"I still have to go on stage and sing a couple of songs," Ye Qiao said.

"Okay, then. Call me after the concert is over. We'll go back together."

"Mhm, I know."

「A short while later.」

After Sun Zhe had snuck away, Ye Qiao glanced around with a resentful look. She picked up the tissue box from the coffee table and went back into the dressing room.

You're the worst. Now I have to stay and clean up the battlefield. Just wait, I'll get you back for this tonight. Ouch… You made me all swollen. It hurts so much…

「A moment later.」

After cleaning up, Ye Qiao walked out of the dressing room and sat on the sofa, letting out a long sigh. She took out her phone to check the time. She was on stage in fifteen minutes.

As she was killing time by scrolling through short videos on her phone, the crisp TAP, TAP, TAP of high heels suddenly echoed from outside the door.

Without knocking, Fang Jiayun pushed the door open and sat on the sofa opposite Ye Qiao.

Ye Qiao looked up at Fang Jiayun, a flash of coldness in her eyes that she quickly concealed. She smiled and asked, "Is there something you need, Jiayun?"

The corners of Fang Jiayun's lips curved into a smile, all her usual warmth toward Ye Qiao gone. "Who was that man? Your boyfriend?"

Hearing this, Ye Qiao's brow furrowed slightly. "What man?"

"Heh." Fang Jiayun crossed her long, slender, black-stockinged legs and folded her arms, looking at Ye Qiao with a taunting gaze.

Her stare made Ye Qiao a little flustered. "What are you trying to say?"

Fang Jiayun smirked. "How was the lipstick? Did you enjoy it?"