Romantic Medical Immortal

Chapter 395: Part of the Play

Yang Cheng heard Ye Ling’Er’s voice, and his heart trembled; under the intense stimulation, his body tensed up.

Ling Er sensed that he was about to release, quickly removed his "dragon" from her mouth, and then picked up a coarse-mouthed glass bottle, aligning it with his "dragon."

"What are you doing?"

Yang Cheng was a bit surprised, as the Gate of Life opened, and his essence burst out like bullets, all entering the glass bottle.

"Your essence is great for beautifying the skin! I want to keep it for a facial mask."

Ling Er smiled, then leaned down again to lick the remnants of his essence from the "dragon."

"Hiss, stop it, she might wake up."

Yang Cheng glanced back at Ye Ling’Er and found she hadn’t woken up; she had just made an unconscious murmur.

"You got satisfied, but I haven’t yet!"

Ling Er looked at him with seductive eyes, her nimble pink tongue slowly licking the "dragon," which swelled even more post-release.

"Then come over here, let me see if you’re ready."

Yang Cheng smiled and signaled Ling Er to lie beside him.

Ling Er obediently crawled over, lay at the edge of the bed, slightly parted her legs, revealing the pink spring scenery, which was already a flood.

"So much water, it’s soaked the sheets."

Yang Cheng’s palm roamed over her body, sliding down her slender waist to her tender spot, his fingers slowly probing in, instantly submerged in the honey-like liquid.

"I can’t control the softness in my legs when I think of your power; hurry up, I can’t bear it any longer!"

Ling Er’s delicate voice pleaded, turning her back to Yang Cheng and rubbing his body with her round, perky buttocks.

Yang Cheng’s hot breath sprayed on her neck, making her whole body tremble, feeling even more empty.

He didn’t rush to go straight to the point but explored underneath her with his fingers, quickening the pace, the quiet bedroom resonating with soft popping sounds.

"Mm~~"

Ling Er’s soft moan was stimulated by the agile fingers, gasping, "Yang Cheng, I don’t want fingers, I want you."

Her hand slowly reached for Yang Cheng, feeling the scorching touch, intensifying her sensations, impatiently twisting her hips.

"You can have it, but you must first tell me what exactly you plan to do with my essence in a glass bottle. Don’t try to fool me."

Yang Cheng wouldn’t be easily amused by her excuses, using the Yingyang Ghost Hand to massage below her, almost making her scream, but she bit her red lips tightly to stifle her voice.

"Don’t...not so intense, I’ll tell you, okay?"

Ling Er panted, her body shuddering, almost reaching the peak.

"I previously consumed your essence and discovered that it increased my strength, and it seems I’m getting closer to becoming a cultivator, so I’m keeping it in the glass bottle for future use during cultivation; it might be more effective."

Her voice was broken and intermittent, afraid of waking Ye Ling’Er, she had to suppress her voice.

"Let me tell you, if you want to become a cultivator, dual cultivation with me is more effective than consuming essence."

Yang Cheng smiled, suddenly withdrawing his fingers, wrapping Ling Er’s slender waist, and thrusting deeply.

"Ah... so painful!!"

Ling Er couldn’t help but cry out, even though she had prepared for so long, she still couldn’t handle Yang Cheng’s prowess.

"Keep it down."

Yang Cheng gently reminded, tightly wrapped by her body, sweat beaded on his forehead; only after her body adjusted did he begin moving slowly.

"Mm... hmm~~"

Ling Er bit her lips, but couldn’t prevent muffled moans from escaping her nose.

After half an hour, Yang Cheng was no longer satisfied with the slow pace, moving more fiercely and quickly, making Ling Er unable to cope.

"No... too fast, stop... stop!"

Ling Er couldn’t help but plead, her mouth emitting groans of pain and pleasure.

Yang Cheng quickly covered her mouth and whispered, "Ling Er, sweet Ling Er, don’t cry out, if it’s too slow, I can’t release; bear with it a little longer."

The first half-hour, he was worried about waking Ye Ling’Er, not daring for vigorous movements, but now he could no longer suppress the evil fire within him; he disregarded everything and just wanted to fiercely engage Ling Er, making her understand the consequences of seducing him.

"Mmm mmm..."

"Ling Er... Ling Er..."

Yang Cheng kept calling her name, his large hand kneading her ample, soft chest.

The bed shook more and more, Ye Ling’Er frowned tightly, finally waking up; lying on her side, she saw Yang Cheng’s back moving incessantly, calling out ’Ling Er.’

Ye Ling’Er’s cheeks instantly flushed red; with immense shame and anger, she spoke, "Yang Cheng, what are you doing? Why do you keep calling my name?"

At these words, Yang Cheng’s body suddenly stiffened; realizing Ye Ling’Er had woken up, he felt utterly troubled, his little brother terrified, losing its previous vigor.

Ling Er, too, stiffened, her breath halted, tightly wrapping Yang Cheng, continuously drawing from him; the intense pleasure made Yang Cheng release.

Stream after stream of hot essence spurted inside Ling Er’s body, making her body twitch, waves of pleasure washing over her almost causing her to cry out.

She could only bite her teeth and hold her breath, making no sound, then went limp, collapsing weakly on the bed.

Yang Cheng slightly turned, seeing Ye Ling’Er’s pink cheeks, showing an awkward, forced smile.

"I’m asking you a question! You were calling my name just now while shaking on the bed, what were you doing?"

Ye Ling’Er continued her inquiry.

Sweat beaded on Yang Cheng’s forehead, desperate to find a hole to hide in.

He thought they should’ve used a different room, but Ling Er insisted on excitement; Ye Ling’Er, as a proud young lady, wouldn’t be fooled, knowing they made her part of their play might drive her straight back to Jiulong Mountain Villa in anger.

Just as Yang Cheng pondered how to resolve the situation, Ye Ling’Er shyly said, "You pervert, are you masturbating while calling my name?"

"Ah?"

Yang Cheng’s mind short-circuited for a moment; the ’Ling Er’ he called certainly wasn’t that ’Ling Er’!

"No wonder you don’t dare sleep in the same bed with me; you’re afraid I’ll discover your filthy mind."

Ye Ling’Er glared at him, reaching to pull his quilt.

Yang Cheng couldn’t let her pull it open, holding the corner of the quilt tightly, gritting his teeth, "No, don’t pull my quilt!"

At this moment, Ling Er at the bed’s edge, having recovered from the aftermath, realized the situation was not good; using Yang Cheng’s cover, she quietly slipped off the bed, lying on the floor.

"I don’t believe you, I want to see for myself what secretive, shameful things you’re doing!"

Ye Ling’Er rolled over, pulling the quilt with all her might.