Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 109: The Tireless Ox

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: The Tireless Ox

Today was the busiest day Yang Fan had experienced since his initial foray into the world of adult pleasures.

From the morning until now, he had been tirelessly toiling in the fields, and he had come into contact with no less than six women.

Luckily, his stamina was strong and his prowess far exceeded Lao Ai; otherwise, he might have been drained dry long ago.

And even so, there was one he had stood up.

When he was getting dressed earlier, he saw that Gao Lanlan had sent a few messages, but he hadn’t had the chance to read them closely.

Without a doubt, that woman was probably anxiously waiting for him right now.

To cover up her affair with Liang Bing, Gao Lanlan should be even more anxious than he was, in theory.

Wei Juan shifted her body, making space for Yang Fan to sit down, then asked somewhat embarrassingly, "About what you said this evening... were you serious, or was there another reason?"

"Of course I was serious, how could I say such things without meaning them?" Yang Fan said.

Wei Juan seemed to have deliberately dolled herself up tonight, with light makeup and her plain pajamas changed into a nightgown. The design of this garment meant that the neckline was almost completely open, revealing something similar to a bellyband inside.

Although it was a dignified white, the style still made it exceptionally sexy.

But since Yang Fan had just released his passions with his sister-in-law, the sight of this sexiness did not provoke as strong an urge as it might have otherwise.

There was still desire, just slightly weaker.

As he spoke, his hand was already caressing Wei Juan’s thigh, smooth as green onion.

Wei Juan’s cheeks were tinged with a faint blush as she raised her buttocks and shifted closer to Yang Fan, then whispered, "But, I always feel this thing is very... very ridiculous, you know?"

"Why would it be ridiculous?" Yang Fan asked in surprise.

Wei Juan seemed embarrassed and also a bit anxious.

Her hands intertwined, she pursed her lips and said, "Logically, you should just enjoy ’playing’ with me, that would make sense, but actually liking me, I don’t think that’s very likely."

"Look at the people in our village. What are their standards for choosing a wife? Regardless of height, weight, beauty, or plainness, they care about whether she’s been with someone before, whether it’s a first marriage or a second. It’s a very common rule. If someone marries a woman who’s had a second marriage, the villagers will gossip about it for half a year, and look at her with disdain."

"If the woman is decent and down-to-earth it’s one thing, but if she’s always dressed up and flashy, the things the villagers say behind her back are so harsh it can make her want to kill herself."

"I have to admit, what you’re saying is indeed a reality," Yang Fan nodded, "But why should I follow the crowd? I don’t like the ugly or the fat, I like those with pretty faces and good figures, what’s wrong with that?"

"Enjoying ’playing’ with you, liking you, and then enjoying ’playing’ with you again, aren’t these two processes supposed to complement each other, right?"

Wei Juan felt a mix of shyness and annoyance, she gave Yang Fan a light pinch and said, "Then just keep ’playing’ for now, even if you didn’t talk about this, I wouldn’t refuse to be ’played’ by you, since Shen Lin’s trouble is gone. Keep ’playing’, and then, let’s both seriously consider it."

"I’ll respect your wishes, but I don’t think I’ll change my mind about this," Yang Fan nodded, his hand sliding upwards gently, slipping into the tight crack between Wei Juan’s firmly pressed thighs, touching that tight golden valley which was completely impenetrable.

"I must open you up today!"

Wei Juan’s eyes sparkled with a seductive luster, and she silently smiled with pursed lips, "Then you’ll have to put in some effort."

Yang Fan turned around, half-knelt on the ground, and lifted Wei Juan’s legs, pulling them apart to each side.

"Ah..." Wei Juan cried out softly, quickly covering her voluptuousness that was encased in a white undergarment.

"Don’t look at me like this, I’m so embarrassed..."

"I think it looks very nice, let me have a look," Yang Fan said.

"I can’t... It’s too shameful, but I can turn around for you to see," Wei Juan said.

Yang Fan stretched out his hand and grabbed Wei Juan’s exceptionally sexy panties, "Let me have a look, come on."

"Ah... no, don’t." Wei Juan called out shyly.

Although it was the same area being played with, having to watch it being played with felt particularly uncomfortable.

In the back-and-forth struggle, Yang Fan still came out on top, successfully pulling down the sexy panties.

Instantly, the beautiful entrance, as clear as a bubbling spring, was completely exposed to Yang Fan.

But just as Yang Fan had ogled twice, it was again covered by Wei Juan’s hand.

"Don’t look, let’s do the back, okay?" Wei Juan said bashfully.

"I don’t want to, I want you to watch me play." Yang Fan said stubbornly, that’s what felt good.

"Ah... I don’t want to." Wei Juan shook her head, speaking in a coquettish manner.

"Come on, let go, we’ve done it so many times, why so shy?" Yang Fan said, coaxing like a bad uncle fooling a child.

Wei Juan pouted in embarrassed annoyance, murmuring, "You bad egg."

Yang Fan chuckled wickedly, grabbing Wei Juan’s hands so that the beautiful entrance was once again revealed, "It looks so good, it’s just a pity I can’t enter."

Wei Juan covered her blushing cheeks with her hands, exclaiming in embarrassment, "Just play, don’t talk..."

"Come on, position yourself better, let me taste the flavor," Yang Fan said teasingly.

The feeling was too thrilling, his adrenaline surged along with his bloodstream.

He grabbed Wei Juan’s legs and brought his mouth closer, "Using the standards of evaluating fine food, it’s very fresh and bright."

"Ah, you’re going to kill me, stop talking." Wei Juan cried out in embarrassment, "Keep talking, and I won’t let you..."

Yang Fan gave a grin and gently flicked his tongue.

The moment he touched her, he could clearly feel that place on Wei Juan tense up as if it suddenly tightened.

Just when he was enjoying the moment immensely, a low knocking sound suddenly came from outside the door.

Wei Juan, like a startled bird, quickly dove under the covers, and thinking it over, not quite reassured, tiptoed into Yang Fan’s wardrobe.

Yang Fan, with a dumbstruck face, looked at the empty space before him and couldn’t help but laugh.

That speed was as if she had practiced it.

Seeing that Wei Juan was well-hidden, he got up and opened the door.

Standing outside was Little Mother, who had just taken a shower. She hadn’t even had time to change, wearing only a bath towel wrapped around her body.

Her full bosoms, like baby food stores, showed two patches of snowy white, somewhat deformed from the pressure of the towel.

"What are you up to, kid?" Zhou Wenhui covered her chest, peeking around Yang Fan’s room and asked.

"What else could I be doing, I’m getting ready for bed," Yang Fan replied with a laugh.

"I clearly heard a woman’s voice just now, and it kind of sounded like some moaning and groaning, ah you kid, you wouldn’t happen to be watching that kind of stuff again, right? Did I not satisfy you just now?" Zhou Wenhui suddenly exclaimed.

Yang Fan: ...