Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Chapter 412 401: Bedwetting

In another room.

Su Qingli reclined at the head of the bed, her glossy silk legs folded together, with a laptop on top, handling some work matters.

Listening to the occasional noises coming from the next room, she felt an insurmountable itch in her heart and couldn't calm down.

"This Nanzhi, it's been over an hour, why isn't it over yet?"

"We agreed, once they're done, it's my turn."

"..."

Thinking of Sun Zhe's terrifying stamina, Su Qingli silently went crazy, unable to bear it anymore, suddenly put down the laptop, flipped off the bed, and walked out of the room.

Moments later.

When she pushed open the door, she immediately saw Su Nanzhi's long hair wildly thrashing about.

The ponytail that was tied up before had already fallen apart, her entire head hanging off the edge of the bed, swinging with Sun Zhe's movements.

"Damn..."

Su Qingli's almond-shaped eyes widened in shock, then she looked over at Sun Zhe, instantly feeling a heat rise within her, and suddenly wanted to go over and "suffer" in Su Nanzhi's place.

Sun Zhe's bound hands and feet had somehow been untied, and he was kneeling on the bed, his upper body leaning slightly forward, with both hands tightly clutching Su Nanzhi's slim waist, furiously charging forward!

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

The dull sounds echoed through the room.

Su Nanzhi's eyes were half-closed, swinging her head left and right incessantly, her delicate hands having nowhere to rest, sometimes grabbing the sheets, sometimes reaching to hold Sun Zhe's arm, her sharp, pretty nails scratching red marks onto his skin.

"Mm-hmm... husband please don't..."

"I can't take it!"

"You're going to finish me!"

Su Nanzhi begged for mercy in a mournful voice, whimpered tearfully, as if she wished Sun Zhe would give her a break, yet her shiny silk legs wrapped around Sun Zhe's neck remained tightly locked.

Her glistening toes hidden inside transparent stockings were enticing like budding blooms, curling tightly, and her soft stocking-clad feet continually rubbed against Sun Zhe's shoulders, sometimes hooking his neck as if afraid he might suddenly abandon her.

"My God... Is this really the Nanzhi I know?"

Su Qingli looked at the utterly lost and supremely seductive Su Nanzhi, suddenly feeling a sense of unfamiliarity.

The usual Su Nanzhi was so elegant and coldly beautiful, with an unapproachable aloofness.

But now, this image... the contrast was simply too great.

Still, Su Qingli understood, by now, Su Nanzhi probably had experienced that pleasure unique to women.

No matter what kind of woman, if she's made to feel good, she's just a woman.

At this moment.

Su Nanzhi seemed completely immersed, lost in a sea of desire, completely unaware of Su Qingli's presence.

Sun Zhe, however, noticed Su Qingli watching from the door at the first opportunity, but he wasn't alarmed, simply smiled and nodded in greeting.

Su Qingli met Sun Zhe's gaze, pouting her fiery red lips with a huff, sending a warning gaze filled with meaning, as if warning Sun Zhe not to be so rough with her sister.

"Thud, thud, thud, thud..."

But Sun Zhe completely ignored Su Qingli's warning look, instead going even harder, suddenly speeding up, while reaching to pull down the strap on Su Nanzhi's shoulder, releasing a snowy fullness in his hand, playing it into various shapes.

"Mm-hmm... husband you're amazing!"

"I can't take this anymore!"

After a flurry of intense movements, Su Nanzhi suddenly cried out, her slender waist arching off the bed as if shocked, with a burst of clear stream gushing directly from the filled doorway, splashing all over Sun Zhe.

"Phew—!"

An unsatisfied Sun Zhe let out a long breath, knowing that if he continued, Su Nanzhi might get hurt, he had to forcibly restrain himself, withdrawing with regret.

With a "pop" sound,

a thick stream gurgled out, slowly trickling down onto the sheets, forming a large puddle.

Sun Zhe grabbed a tissue to help her wipe, teasingly said, "You little waterworks, how come you can't handle much?"

"Mm..."

Su Nanzhi's pretty face flushed with red, pouting in grievance, her eyes glistening with tears, she lifted a leg to kick Sun Zhe's chest with her stocking-clad foot, "It's your fault, all your fault."

Seeing the great beauty of Yang City acting coquettishly, Sun Zhe suddenly had a strong urge to pounce again.

But considering Su Nanzhi's condition, he restrained that impulse, turning instead to Su Qingli at the door, saying, "Sister Qingli, it's your turn."

Upon hearing this, Su Qingli smiled softly, gracefully walking to the bed with her long seductive silk legs.

Only then did Su Nanzhi realize Su Qingli was present, her delicate body shivering in shock, unable to enjoy that post-climax pleasure, she hurriedly dove under the covers to hide.

"Sis, did you see everything just now?"

Su Qingli lifted a beautiful leg, kneeling on the bed, tying her hair back with a hand, smiled and asked, "What's up, little President Su, you're so grown yet still wetting the bed, aren't you ashamed?"

"I didn't... Ah, you're the one who wets the bed!"

Su Nanzhi, embarrassed, kicked randomly inside the blanket.

Sun Zhe laughed, pulling Su Qingli's fragrant body into his arms, "Nanzhi, don't worry, I'll make big sister Su wet the bed for you to see in a bit."

"Really? Does sister wet the bed too?"

Sun Zhe chuckled, "Of course, and not less than you. I'm just curious if the women of the Su Family are all made of water."

Su Qingli gave him a playful glare, "If you make sister wet the bed, sister will make you foam at the mouth."

Sun Zhe shrugged, suddenly holding her down, "Then let's see who wets the bed first, or if I foam at the mouth first."

"Ah, my shoes are still on!"

"Why take off shoes? I like seeing you in heels."

"Really... with Nanzhi still here, can't you restrain yourself?"

"..."

...

Su Nanzhi hid under the blanket for a long time, until she realized that hiding like this wasn't a solution, she finally pulled back the covers and poked her head out.

Turning her head, she found her good sister lying flat on the bed, her sexy double-layer chiffon skirt already pushed up to her waist, and she even held it up by herself.

The OD stockings wrapped around her legs had already been torn open, revealing a scene of dewy beauty.

"Sluuurp, sluurp, sluurp..."

At this moment.

Sun Zhe was buried in that fragrant area, like a ravenous hound searching for food.

Su Nanzhi's face turned crimson, secretly swallowing a gulp of fragrant saliva, and couldn't help but recall the events at Sun Zhe's house earlier that morning.

"Actually, eating so voraciously, is it really that delicious?"

Sun Zhe didn't respond, just continued his work intently.

Su Qingli half-opened her beautiful eyes, her face full of ecstasy, telling Su Nanzhi, "Yeah, this naughty thing acts like he hasn't tasted woman in years."

"Pfff..."

Hearing Su Qingli's crude words, like those of a wild animal, Su Nanzhi couldn't help but laugh, then dragged her limp, weak body off the bed, saying, "You continue, I'll go to the next room to cultivate for a while."

Sun Zhe suddenly asked, "Not staying to watch your sister wet the bed?"

"Get lost, I'm not watching."

Su Nanzhi's pretty face reddened, as if reverting back to her usual cold and noble self as the grand President Su, turned to leave.

"Ah—!"

But just as she reached the door, behind her came an unexpected scream from Su Qingli.

"Baby, okay, okay, just like that, don't move..."

"..."