The Young Doctor with His Harems

So beautiful!

Xia Bei widened his eyes, mesmerized.

This beautiful shell was not as tender as a young girl, but more mature, more seductive, making his blood boil and wanting to open it, to explore deeply.

She wasn't just beautiful, with a sexy figure; she was also his teacher. To him, this sacred role added to her allure, making him yearn intensely.

"Xia Bei, don't... don't touch!"

Jiang Ya trembled with shame, her cheeks flushed red.

Lying like this, exposing her most private and precious place to a student, was truly shameful! Last time at the beauty salon, she was completely lost and didn't even know when her pants were taken off.

"You! Don't stare, is this place that nice to look at?"

Then, she teasingly scolded again, covering herself with her hand.

"Nice!"

Xia Bei nodded, his throat parched.

"Really?"

Jiang Ya's lips curled slightly, a bit gleeful, like tasting honey. It seemed her charm was still there, but thinking of her husband's indifference, she felt disappointed and resentful.

"Xia Bei, please treat me quickly. Are you sure it can really recover?"

She was still a bit anxious.

"Of course, teacher, didn't you feel the changes after the last session?" Xia Bei replied with a smile, crouching down to take out a needle pouch, and drew out a golden needle.

"Yes, after the spa, the changes were significant. The skin became taut, and the stomach flatter. Xia Bei, you are amazing. Last time teacher said you were useless, it was teacher's fault."

Jiang Ya exclaimed in surprise.

"This needle is so long... does it hurt?" Seeing the needle in his hand, she couldn't help but feel scared.

"It doesn't hurt, teacher. Just take a deep breath and relax, especially the muscles here. You must relax so I can precisely target the acupuncture points for better effects." Xia Bei reassured her before piercing the full mound above that dark patch of Qicao with the golden needle.

"Mmm!"

Jiang Ya hummed softly, her elegant brows relaxing; it indeed didn't hurt, just tickled a little.

Xia Bei took out one golden needle after another, inserting them in succession.

Then, he began to twist them, infusing Yang Qi to treat her.

"Mmm!"

Jiang Ya lay flat, her legs spread, hands clutching the sheets, continuously tightening. This feeling was wonderful, slightly pleasurable yet slightly uncomfortable, like countless ants crawling inside her body.

The deep part between her legs kept itching, growing more intense, as if about to overflow.

At first, she bit her lip tightly to avoid waking the baby sleeping next to her. But after a while, she couldn't help it and opened her lips to let out repressed, seductive moans.

She could also feel the muscles between her legs undergoing strange sensations.

She was lost again!

Her beautiful eyes half-closed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"Xia Bei, teacher..."

Her urgent, fiery moans and reckless expression were evident to Xia Bei, igniting a fire in him, desiring to pounce immediately.

However, recalling the teacher's earlier rejection, made him hesitate.

She was just lonely; she was still Yang Wenhui's wife. Wanting to regain tightness was for Yang Wenhui, to salvage their marital bond.

Looking at the wedding photo of the teacher on the bedside, and thinking of Yang Wenhui's face, Xia Bei felt a surge of strong jealousy and indignation. The teacher was so good to him, gave him a child, yet he was still hung up on her student, even drugging her!

He simply wasn't worthy of such a good woman as the teacher!

The more he thought about it, the more outraged he became, the fire in his heart burning brighter. After finishing the treatment, pulling out all the needles, he couldn't hold back anymore and plunged down...

In an instant, her voice escalated by several degrees, echoing through the whole room.

"Xia Bei, you... come up, teacher wants, wants it so much... quickly, quickly drink teacher's milk..."

Her desires completely burst forth, devoid of any rationality, moving restlessly, pulling down her collar to reveal a pair of full, snow-white breasts, dripping with sweet dew.

For a moment, Xia Bei didn't know which to drink first.

After thoroughly indulging in both, he finally leaned forward, touching the warm, soft wetness, and with a few simple rubs, the dragon emerged, bringing immense pleasure and the joy of realizing a dream, thrusting into this tempting realm he craved madly.

Ah!

A high, painful cry, Jiang Ya was awakened by a tearing pain, her brows knitted tightly, realizing the situation, feeling panicked, she gave a little push.

"Xia Bei, wait... wait a moment, just now... teacher was confused, stop for a moment, okay? Teacher isn't ready, give teacher a hand later..." Her voice trembled with extreme shame, begging.

"Teacher, no, I can't hold back!"

"Xia Bei, I beg you, please?" Jiang Ya turned her head, glanced at the crib nearby, her body's resistance growing stronger.

"No!"

Xia Bei shook his head, "Teacher, are you thinking about Yang Wenhui? You don't know, do you? He likes Xu Yirong, I saw it last time and didn't tell you because I feared you'd be hurt. He's a beast!"

"Wh... what?"

Jiang Ya was momentarily stunned, a stabbing pain in her heart.

At that moment, Xia Bei felt triumphant, advancing into a world most fiery, moist, yet tight, filled with folds and layers, experiencing the taste of youth...