Romantic Medical Immortal

Chapter 184: Soft and Large!

Hiss!!

As he was gripped, Yang Cheng sharply inhaled, a chill running through him. Though separated by the fabric of his pants, he could still feel Ling Manyue’s soft, boneless little hand.

Her gentle strokes ignited an indescribable pleasure within him.

If it were any other woman, Yang Cheng wouldn’t hesitate a second. He’d flip her onto her back, pin her beneath him, and indulge in something wild and uninhibited.

But this woman was his brother Liu Xuan’s wife!

If he did something inappropriate, how could he face Liu Xuan afterward?

Thinking this, Yang Cheng didn’t hesitate at all. He quickly pushed Ling Manyue’s hand away, his tone grave as he said, "Sister-in-law, you mustn’t. If Liu Xuan finds out, neither of us will be able to explain."

"Why bring up Liu Xuan at a time like this?"

Ling Manyue rolled her eyes at Yang Cheng, then reached out once again, her hand exploring further. "Look at how excited you’ve gotten... You must be feeling incredibly uncomfortable, right? You cured my illness; let me help you out as a token of gratitude."

"No... no need!"

Yang Cheng tried to push Ling Manyue away immediately.

But this time, Ling Manyue was clearly prepared. Her palm firmly enveloped him, while her body pressed against his, her voice sultry and brimming with allure as she murmured, "Tell me honestly—are you uncomfortable or not?"

"I’m not uncomfortable!"

Yang Cheng didn’t even think before blurting out his response.

"Still trying to lie to me?" Ling Manyue gently kneaded him, feeling the fiery hardness beneath her touch. Her expression grew serious as she spoke, "Just look at how excited you’ve become. I forced you to watch those naughty movies with me, and now you’re in this state... overwhelmed because of me."

As she spoke, she suddenly recalled a past conversation with Liu Wen, and immediately added, "You know, when a man’s been holding back for too long, it’s harmful to his health. I don’t see why you’re resisting your sister-in-law so much when all I want is to help you relieve yourself a little."

"But... but..."

Yang Cheng felt an urgent need to push Ling Manyue away and maintain some distance, but the delicate fragrance wafting from her body, coupled with the alluring moans echoing ceaselessly from the television, stirred the True Qi within his dantian into raging fervor—like water rapidly brought to a boil.

His body burned with feverish, escalating heat, his rationale gradually blurring into a fog.

Yang Cheng already possessed a powerful innate craving in this regard, and cultivating the *Dragon and Phoenix Dance Scripture* only made him even more susceptible. He absolutely could not withstand a woman’s provocations of this magnitude.

"Enough with the ’but’s... Let me see just how excited you really are!"

With those words, Ling Manyue applied her strength, swiftly tugging Yang Cheng’s pants down.

Bang!!

As her gaze fixed upon the imposing beast before her, her eyes widened suddenly. When she caught the raw, masculine scent emanating from it, dizziness swirled in her head, as though swept away by its sheer potency. The desire she’d been suppressing for so long transformed into a ravenous primordial beast, bursting free of its cage in an instant.

She grabbed hold of it without hesitation!

Feeling its scorching touch, Ling Manyue’s heartbeat raced as if on the verge of leaping straight out of her chest.

Since the day she met Yang Cheng at the massage parlor, she hadn’t been able to get him out of her mind.

He was simply too... much.

So much more vigorous than Liu Xuan. The chronically unsatisfied Ling Manyue found herself gradually unraveling at this very moment!

She needed him... She *had* to have the man in front of her!

Otherwise, she truly thought she might lose her sanity.

"Sister-in-law, please... Please don’t do this, I’m begging you!"

Without the barrier of his pants, Yang Cheng could feel Ling Manyue locked onto him with undeniable clarity. He wanted to resist, but the wildfire of carnal desire blazing within him grew fiercer, eroding his strength as craving and reckless impulse began to dominate his thoughts.

"Hah... you’re still trying to deny it, are you?"

Noticing Yang Cheng’s faint and ineffective attempts to push her away, a triumphant smirk curled upon Ling Manyue’s lips. Her tone playful yet tinged with provocation, she said casually, "Really now... I’ve touched you before, haven’t I? And, don’t forget, when you and I were riding the electric scooter together, you spilled everything under my ass, didn’t you? Oh, and I’ve used my mouth on you before too... So what would it hurt now for me to help you out with my hand? Consider it my way of showing some gratitude."

Her words weren’t even finished before Ling Manyue, unable to contain herself, began ’servicing’ Yang Cheng with euphoric determination.

A rush of tingling happiness surged forward, draining Yang Cheng of all his strength in an instant. His tightly strung body collapsed onto the sofa. Though the sensation was exhilarating, he still struggled with a moral hurdle in his mind: "Sister-in-law, it won’t be good if Brother Xuan finds out..."

"Don’t worry. I won’t let him find out. This will remain our secret; I won’t tell anyone. Also, rest assured, I’m only helping you out with my hand. I promise I won’t cross the line and do anything absurd. Is this acceptable now?"

Despite her words, Ling Manyue’s eyes betrayed an unmistakable glint of greed.

She had planned this for a while!

Using the guise of "helping with her hand," she intended to wait for the right moment to truly claim Yang Cheng. She was acutely aware of her own marital status and knew her actions were utterly immoral. But she simply couldn’t hold back anymore; these past days had left her yearning for him constantly.

She couldn’t sleep—tossing and turning through restless nights. Even when she managed to drift off, her dreams would be filled with Yang Cheng.

If she didn’t seize the chance to have him, she felt as though she might go insane.

"Then... then you have to keep your word. Only your hand—nothing else reckless!"

By this point, Yang Cheng had been teased to the edge of temptation, his mind gradually blurring and no longer holding onto the composure he’d had moments earlier.

"Trust me; I’ll keep my word!"

Seeing him agree, Ling Manyue felt immeasurable joy gush through her heart. Her delicate hand immediately accelerated in motion.

"Huuuh!!"

Breaking past the final barrier in his mind, Yang Cheng’s body sank entirely into the sofa as his eyelids slid shut, embracing the sensation.

Ling Manyue couldn’t help but feel emboldened by his visible pleasure. She pouted her plump lips slightly and let out a delicate breath of fragrant saliva, letting it drip onto him. The added lubrication made her motions smoother, more fluid.

"Mmh~~ Huhh—huhhhuhh!"

Yang Cheng immersed himself entirely in the unique pleasure, his breathing becoming increasingly heavier and ragged.

"How’s that? Good, right?"

Ling Manyue asked eagerly, her expression glowing, as though fishing for praise while eyeing him closely.

Yang Cheng, breathless, responded, "Good. Incredibly good. If it could go faster, it’d be even better!"

"Heehee! Then just wait—I’ll make it even better in a bit!"

With those words, Ling Manyue sped up the movements of her hand significantly. At the same time, her other hand roamed over Yang Cheng’s body, lighting up sparks wherever it grazed.

Under such double stimulation, his rationality unraveled completely, and his hand, acting on impulse, fell to the neckline of Ling Manyue’s shirt. Just as he was about to dive inside, he hesitated, remembering something, and quickly withdrew his hand.

"What’s wrong—thinking about feeling my breasts, huh?"

Ling Manyue chuckled playfully, grabbing Yang Cheng’s hand and directly placing it atop her full, soft chest. Her seductive voice carried a teasing undertone as she murmured, "You’ve touched them before, haven’t you? If you want to feel them, just go ahead and touch them freely. Don’t worry—I’ll make sure no one finds out. This secret stays just between us!"

Even through her clothes, the incredible elasticity of her soft jade was unmistakable.

Yang Cheng didn’t resist; he let Ling Manyue guide his hand, allowing it to knead and play against the plump, snowy roundness.

"Is it soft?"

Ling Manyue carefully studied his expression as she asked.

Yang Cheng replied, "Soft—soft and big."

"Hehe, if you feel them directly, they’ll feel even softer!"

Ling Manyue boldly slipped her shirt up, and without wearing a bra beneath, her roundness bounced free into the open air. They were so impossibly full that they seemed to bounce multiple times before finally settling still. She immediately guided Yang Cheng’s eager hand to them.

The sensation of their extraordinary firmness yet softness struck him—her breasts were practically divine.

Yang Cheng trembled physically, shedding the lingering weight of his moral concerns entirely. With both hands, he began kneading enthusiastically. The round, supple jade shifted endlessly into varied shapes beneath his palms.

"Mmmmmm... So good!!"

Ling Manyue gradually surrendered herself to the mood entirely, gazing up at Yang Cheng. Seeing his closed eyes, lost in enjoyment, a daring thought emerged within her. Quietly, she slipped out of her pants and underwear, then slowly climbed onto Yang Cheng... settling onto him with unspoken intent.