Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 105: The Strongest Support

Chapter 105: Chapter 105: The Strongest Support

Yang Fan was admiring the plants in the attic when he received a message from Little Mother.

"Turn off the light and find a place to hide for now."

Yang Fan did as he was told but still had some doubts in his mind.

He was really starting to suspect that his guess might be spot on.

Perhaps Little Mother really wanted him to force himself on his sister-in-law, to turn something tentative into a fait accompli.

But, Yang Fan didn’t have the audacity to do it like Little Mother did.

He was very worried that his sister-in-law would get angry and run away from home, disappearing into the vast sea of people.

Ye Tong wasn’t bound by any marriage engagement; there was only a verbal promise.

If she chose to leave, there would be nothing holding her back. One step, one lift of her leg, and she’d be gone.

As Yang Fan felt uneasy and tense, a series of footsteps came from the old hallway and at the same time, he received another text from Little Mother.

This time Little Mother was very detailed, telling Yang Fan not to let his body touch Ye Tong’s buttocks or other places when the moment came. If he really wanted to touch her, he should do it amidst the chaos when he was sure her hands weren’t already on her, as Ye Tong would definitely notice if three hands were on her at the same time.

With these words from Little Mother, Yang Fan no longer had any doubts.

She really wanted Yang Fan to force himself on his sister-in-law...

This situation left Yang Fan quite conflicted; he swayed between doing it and not doing it, unable to make up his mind.

Before he could come to a conclusion, the footsteps had already reached the attic door.

"Just trust me, this is meant to be relaxing. With you feeling so gloomy and terrible, playing a little will cheer you up." This was Little Mother’s voice.

Yang Fan, hiding under the bed, carefully lifted the bedsheet that had been dragged to the floor and peeked out.

There was hardly any light outside, the dim moonlight barely revealing some of the furnishings in the room.

Little Mother and his sister-in-law seemed to be standing right at the doorway, but Yang Fan could only barely make out their graceful silhouettes.

"Little Mother, why are you so enthusiastic today? I’m really not in the mood..." Ye Tong murmured reluctantly.

Zhou Wenhui said irritably, "I’m doing this for your own good. Just look at you and Fanzi—both of you going around with long faces as if someone owes you ten million. Relax a little. Once you feel better, you’ll be able to think things through."

"Fine, Little Mother, just do it then. Why all the fuss?" Ye Tong said.

"You mind me talking too much? Alright, alright, I’ll be quiet. Then go ahead and take it off," Zhou Wenhui laughed, "You’ve been so gloomy you’re almost turning into Lin Daiyu and you still won’t let others talk. Fine, I won’t talk, happy?"

Soon, there were rustling sounds in the room.

Yang Fan, holding his breath, tried to use his vision to the fullest but could only vaguely see them undressing, unable to even tell who was who.

What if he messed up and got the wrong person in a moment?

Just as this doubt arose in his mind, he cast it aside.

It seemed unnecessary for him to worry about this; Little Mother must have planned everything.

If he did make a mistake, then, it seemed he’d just have to go with the mistake...

"Little Mother, why didn’t you turn on the light?" Ye Tong’s voice echoed in the darkness.

Zhou Wenhui laughed, "It feels more sensual with the lights off, and it can better release your mood, too. People relax more in the dark."

Ye Tong muttered in slight disagreement, "I don’t really see much difference, honestly. It’s so dark I can’t even see where I am. This is really inconvenient."

"Whether there’s a difference or not, you’ll know once you try." Zhou Wenhui said, "I’ve prepared a few props for you today. Give them a shot."

"Did you buy new ones again?" Ye Tong asked.

"Bought them today. They’re said to be highly realistic, and they even have warmth. I’ll let you try them later, to give you the sensation of doing it with a real person," Zhou Wenhui said with a smile.

Yang Fan’s heart tightened; Little Mother was laying the groundwork for what was to come.

Although his Little Mother was hot-tempered, he had to admit that she was very meticulous and considerate when it came to handling matters.

"Trying them out is fine, but don’t go overboard. I don’t want to waste myself on these fake things," Ye Tong warned.

"I know, you’ve reminded me several times already," Zhou Wenhui responded, "Shall I start, or will you?"

"You go first. I’m going to finish you off, you indecent woman," Ye Tong said emphatically.

Zhou Wenhui laughed, "Want to take your frustrations out on me? No problem, I’ll give you that chance. Then I’ll start first. Come on, give me a kiss."

Rustling sounds filled the darkness as the two clung together.

Then the sound of smacking lips began to rise.

Through the alternating height of their silhouettes, Yang Fan inferred that sister-in-law was passionately attending to Little Mother’s two plump buttocks, lush as papayas and incredibly perky.

She suckled with vigor, and the sluicing sounds made it seem as if Ye Tong was really putting effort into the suction.

"Ah... You little minx, be a bit gentler, will ya? You’re acting as if you’re really eating something!" Zhou Wenhui yelped coquettishly, scolding her.

"You can push harder when you do that; I can handle it. But when you’re kissing, don’t suck and bite at the same time. It could swell up."

Ye Tong didn’t respond, but the smacking sounds softened somewhat.

After about three or four minutes, Ye Tong seemed to have had her fill of Little Mother’s plumpness and shifted her focus downward, suddenly exclaiming, "Little Mother, are you that thirsty today? Your juices have run down to your thighs."

"Haven’t you considered? It’s been so many days since we last played. My body must be sensitive," Zhou Wenhui chided.

"Looks like you’re really craving it. Where’s the thing? I’ll just equip you with it," Ye Tong teased, "My fingers probably won’t satisfy you now. How about I find you a corn cob? With how juicy you are, only something big like a corn cob could completely plug you up."

"Are you trying to kill me, you damned girl? I’m not that loose!" Zhou Wenhui cursed softly.

"Maybe not that loose, but my two fingers can still make it in. For that snug fit, a corn cob would be just right, wedged in tight. That should feel pretty good. Shall we actually try it?" Ye Tong seemed to be in the mood to play and conduct a little experiment on Zhou Wenhui’s body.

"You little devil, do you want to die? Stop fooling around!" Zhou Wenhui cried out nervously.

Hearing their utterly unrestrained dialogue, Yang Fan felt the small flicker of unease inside him instantly turn into a raging volcano; all his insides seemed to boil along, and the urge to join in surged powerfully.

With two pitifully beautiful creatures at his side, he could only skulk like a hidden thief.

Truly, this was sinful.