Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 93: Chen Dashan Not Spared

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: Chen Dashan Not Spared

The driver was agitated and distracted: while driving, he kept peeping at the rearview mirror.

He silently swore to himself that he must also stake out the entrance of Junlin Hotel later. Who knows what he might find?

...

Half an hour later.

Vienna Hotel, one of the highest-end hotels in Furong County, where Wang Shiman had once stayed with Chen Dashan.

Chen Dashan had been staying here these past few days.

Pushing open the room door, Chen Dashan flung the two women, who were now past consciousness, onto the bed.

"Mmm...."

Zhang Xuewen fell onto the bed and began to undress herself. At this point, she had lost all awareness, and her actions were simply instinctive responses induced by the drugs.

The soft big bed sunk deeply.

Zhang Xuewen roughly tugged at her dress, unable to pull it off. Frustrated, she lay on the bed as the cold sheets seemed to soothe her discomfort. Then, she began to writhe like a seductive serpent, emitting seductive moans.

Seeing her face red and her ears hot, she was in great agony.

Chen Dashan approached her. "Ssss!" With one gesture, he unzipped the zipper on Zhang Xuewen’s back.

Her sleek back was suddenly exposed to the air. Her skin was white and tight, with not a trace of excess flesh on her slight back, resembling a piece of art. Chen Dashan placed his hand on her back, the temperature was so high it felt scalding.

The moment his palm touched Zhang Xuewen, she became even more famished. Kneeling on the bed, her buttocks poked up as she continuously twisted her waist. Her dress hung loosely on her body, revealing her pink underwear beneath, plainly visible.

A pair of petite and plump buns faced him directly.

Chen Dashan’s mouth was dry, and his throat parched. He executed the Sun and Moon Technique, and instantly, Zhang Xuewen quietly lay down on the bed, her eyes shut as if she were asleep.

Staring at her snowy white buttocks and the sparsely haired garden below, her underwear soaked through, Chen Dashan reached out...

"Dashan..."

A languid voice came from behind; before Chen Dashan could react, he was embraced from behind.

This touch felt wrong!

Chen Dashan was startled and turned his head to see Zhao Jiayao bare-thighed standing behind him. Only then did Chen Dashan notice Zhao Jiayao was completely naked, her clothes discarded on the floor.

On the floor, there was even a pair of white lace panties.

At this point, Zhao Jiayao clung to Chen Dashan like an octopus, her body continuously twisting her waist against him.

He could distinctly feel two large, firm yet bouncy and soft papayas pressing against his back. Chen Dashan, already aroused, now felt his arousal intensify.

"Dashan... come inside!"

"I want it!"

"Ah... mmm ah..."

Zhao Jiayao’s small hand slid from Chen Dashan’s chest all the way down, slithering like an eel, then reached Chen Dashan’s groin.

Her hot hand grasped Chen Dashan’s giant dragon. Zhao Jiayao exclaimed contentedly, "So big, I want you to fuck me right now..."

"It must feel super amazing!"

Zhao Jiayao spoke provocatively, her entire body flushed pink, her eyes filled with desire, devoid of any rational thought.

Zhao Jiayao was talking while playfully licking Chen Dashan’s ear with her small tongue; seeing that Zhang Xuewen had not woken up, Chen Dashan turned around with a mischievous smile at the corner of his mouth.

He pushed Zhao Jiayao onto the bed with one hand; she lay there on the pristine white bed, breathing heavily with a satisfied smile on her face.

Her abundant breasts, now unbound, rose and fell with her breaths, large and lofty like two round globes, the pink circles on them particularly striking.

Seeing Chen Dashan look over, Zhao Jiayao gave him a seductive look, licking her lips and spreading her legs open while tilting back her neck.

This look made Chen Dashan’s breathing quicken. No woman had ever dared to seduce him so openly during the day. It had to be said, Zhao Jiayao’s garden was quite a sight—full, delicate, with sparse hair, looking exceptionally clean.

Even dewy droplets glistened at its side.

"Dashan, give it to me..."

Zhao Jiayao twisted her waist, desperate for more; seeing that Chen Dashan still hadn’t satisfied her, she pouted with a look of aggrievement and stretched out her jade hand, constantly rubbing her own garden.

"Mm ah..."

Zhao Jiayao closed her eyes, still feeling it wasn’t enough. Just as she was getting anxious, suddenly, a hot, firm object, a spear, thrust straight in.

It filled her completely.

Zhao Jiayao cried out in pleasure, her voice loud and excited.

The feeling was like rain after a long drought, dry wood meeting a fierce fire. Zhao Jiayao wrapped her hands around Chen Dashan’s neck, her face eager, her eyes filled with longing as she looked at him, begging him to go faster, harder, as if only then would the heat inside her body dissipate.

Chen Dashan’s hands roughly grasped her globes, his hips thrusting vigorously; Zhao Jiayao’s red lips parted and closed, a series of moans escaping them.

"I can’t take it anymore..."

"It hurts... it feels good. I want you to be rough..."

"Ah..."

The big bed shook continuously, creaking with the movements of the two.

Zhao Jiayao seemed insatiable, one long white leg on Chen Dashan’s shoulder, one on the bed, her body in a challenging S-shape, her head tilted back in rhythm, her chest’s waves rising and falling dramatically.

When the pace increased, Zhao Jiayao’s cries quickened, her body trembling all over, her toes curling together.

Zhang Xuewen opened her eyes to this scene.

Chen Dashan’s muscular body gleamed, his well-defined muscles exuding a strong, wild beauty, the body beneath him—Zhao Jiayao—had long wavy hair, her skin milky white, her chest churned like raging waves, the two connected in a strange position.

Chen Dashan looked satisfied; Zhao Jiayao frowned as if in pain, yet her moans were soul-stirring, growing more intense wave after wave.

Zhang Xuewen felt a burning heat all over, the heat she thought had subsided now rekindled.

Her heart raced, her cheeks flushed, she stared at Chen Dashan’s back and, as if possessed, moved forward, wrapping her arms around his muscular waist, her little tongue constantly licking his neck.

Chen Dashan paused in his movements, turning his head to look at Zhang Xuewen, who by now had stripped completely.

Her eyes were full of desire, clearly signaling her intentions.

It was a deadly seduction. Zhang Xuewen wrapped her arms around Chen Dashan, moved in front of him, her little tongue moving from his neck to his chest, then steadily downwards, clumsy yet tinglingly intense.

Looking at her firm, pale breasts, topped with pink flushes and pea-sized nipples, Chen Dashan pulled out, his large hands roughly kneading, Zhang Xuewen gasping.

Her tongue traced down Chen Dashan’s abdomen, her tender lips taking in his giant dragon.

The smooth, hot sensation was incredibly satisfying for Chen Dashan.

Zhang Xuewen’s clumsy movements somehow made the pleasure even more intense for Chen Dashan, satisfying him mentally as well; it was Zhang Xuewen’s first time, and though Chen Dashan had many women, none had been deflowered by him.