Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 106: The Cat Switches the Crown Prince

Chapter 106: Chapter 106: The Cat Switches the Crown Prince

In his ear, the splashing sounds grew more turbulent, intermittently mixed with the buzzing of an electric motor.

Ye Tong was putting a toy on Little Mother.

Unfortunately, such an erotic scene was left to Yang Fan’s imagination, as he could only perceive it through sound.

The dim moonlight from outside enabled him to see only two shifting shadows—one high and one low—nothing more detailed.

Little Mother’s moans gradually became more intense, their fluctuating pitches composing a captivating melody.

Listening made Yang Fan’s blood rush, his head swim, and he struggled to suppress the urge to join in.

"Okay, okay, that’s enough, stop it now, or I’ll be ruined," Zhou Wenhu’s voice came urgently.

"Little Mother, you’re so quick today? Quick to come, quick to go. There’s something off with your body right now!" Ye Tong teased, "Maybe you should see the old Chinese doctor when you’re free, looks like you might need to get tuned up."

Zhou Wenhu panted, "I just want to know, do your hands feel sore?"

"A little," Ye Tong replied.

Zhou Wenhu immediately mumbled in annoyance, "You’ve made your own hands sore and you’re calling me quick? Are you even aware of how fierce you were just now? I can tell now, you really took out your frustration on my body!"

Ye Tong giggled, "Not really..."

"Don’t give me that, roll over and get into position," Zhou Wenhu commanded.

"Be gentle, Little Mother. We don’t really do this revenge thing, okay?" Ye Tong said playfully.

It sounded like she had had her fun with Zhou Wenhu and it seemed to have really improved her mood.

"I’m not that petty. Just wait, I’ll find that new toy for you," Zhou Wenhu said, "They say it’s the latest high-tech, very effective. You try it first."

"Wasn’t that what I was just using?" Ye Tong inquired.

"No, that has to be cleaned after use. Too much hassle. You get to try this cool thing first, especially since someone is in a bad mood!" Zhou Wenhu bantered, "Ah, got it. Here we go."

This was Zhou Wenhu’s signal to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan, whose nerves were already twanging, felt a renewed sense of trepidation as the moment of truth approached.

He took a deep breath, quietly slipping off his clothes under the bed, before crawling out barefoot.

Though not a thief, at that moment his stealthy approach was quite similar to one.

He moved slowly and with great caution towards the two shadows.

Close up, he could vaguely make out some body contours.

But that was as far as he could see—nothing more.

Groping his way slowly, Yang Fan cautiously took his place beside the two figures.

He didn’t rush into action but held back his restless heart, waiting for Little Mother’s signal.

Little Mother stood by the sister-in-law’s side, seemingly caressing those two small, full mounds at her front.

But this too was just a guess from Yang based on their silhouettes; he couldn’t make out any specifics, try as he might.

"Xiao Tong, your breasts feel truly delightful to hold—not too big, nor too small, and so soft," Zhou Wenhu’s voice rang out, "Who knows which man will get lucky with such a fine body in the future. If he gets inside, he’d certainly play himself to death."

"There’s often talk online about leg fetish and such. With your body, it’s a boob fetish, leg fetish, and that vagina probably makes them never want to leave. Every time I do this with you, I really wish I were a man!"

Ye Tong shouted back, half-embarrassed and half-annoyed, "If you were a man, you wouldn’t get this chance, hoping to take advantage of me. Dream on."

Zhou Wenhu laughed, "Who knows, maybe I would just overtake you, go in for a three-year stretch, then once out, continue where I left off. We could keep up a three-year cycle, and by then, you’d have no choice but to stick with me, right?"

"Sly and crafty woman!" Ye Tong muttered bitterly, "If you’ve got nothing better to do with your mouth, I can help you fill it up."

"Just say you want me to lick you, no need to beat around the bush," Zhou Wenhu chuckled.

Ye Tong huffed lightly, without making a sound.

Zhou Wenhu moved around Ye Tong and suddenly squeezed her soft body into Yang Fan’s embrace.

Yang Fan felt the extreme fullness of two soft mounds pressing firmly against his chest.

The body was soft and scorching hot, like a little warm furnace.

Little Mother is...

Before he could react, Zhou Wenhu suddenly pushed hard against Ye Tong’s waist and deliberately shouted out loud, "If you want to shut my mouth, you’d better stick your butt up higher!"

Yang Fan immediately caught on, Little Mother wanted sister-in-law to shut his mouth.

He hurried forward and crouched behind Ye Tong.

Then he slowly moved his head closer, afraid that Ye Tong would sense something was off, he didn’t dare to make too big a move.

A faint scent of cherry blossoms wafted through his nostrils.

Yang Fan was familiar with this fragrance, it was shower gel.

Gradually, he finally neared the Golden Valley he had approached countless times in his dreams.

Little Mother wasn’t wrong in what she’d said earlier, sister-in-law’s body could truly drive someone crazy.

The Golden Valley was so clean and refreshing that it seemed to lack even a single hair, pink and plump.

Yang Fan couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous, and after adjusting his mood a little, he finally extended his tongue gingerly.

"Ah..."

With just a simple touch, Ye Tong’s body suddenly shivered, and she emitted a pampered moan.

Inhaling the crisp fragrance in his nose, Yang Fan’s blood heated up and rushed straight to his head.

He pressed himself against her, kissing her very hard.

Sucking and teasing, his tongue ventured into the delicate and shadowy depths.

"Ah... ah..." Ye Tong writhed, her moans becoming more urgent.

"Little Mother... ah, why does this feel different? Ah ah... stop, don’t suck, ah... I can’t hold it anymore, you’re sucking too hard, I might not be able to resist, ah... ah... ah ah ah... No, stop sucking."

Zhou Wenhu stood beside Yang Fan and placed her hand on his shoulder. She patted him lightly, signaling him to pause, then laughed, "What can’t you hold back? If you can’t hold back, then don’t. Just relax."

"I... I need to pee," Ye Tong said shyly.

"Then pee, I’ll step back," Zhou Wenhu said.

Ye Tong stammered, "But it seems different from peeing... I, I can’t quite explain it."

"You actually want to squirt? That’s rare, don’t hold back. Whatever you feel like doing, do it. There’s nothing to be ashamed of," Zhou Wenhu said.

"Forget it, now it doesn’t feel like that anymore," Ye Tong said.

Zhou Wenhu patted Yang Fan’s shoulder again, signaling him to continue.

Yang Fan once more gathered all his efforts, getting a close experience of the enticing Golden Valley.

"Ah ah ah... don’t suck... ah..."