Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 153 Training

Chapter 153: Chapter 153 Training

Conservative Wu Xue Mei, even just crossing her legs to show Yang Fan a glimpse, felt it was shameful.

Seeing that the woman was genuinely becoming frantic, Yang Fan abandoned his playful thoughts and pressed Wu Xue Mei heavily beneath him.

The already moistened and immensely silky channel was slightly parting open, and Yang Fan’s entrance became silky smooth as well, encountering no resistance as he plunged straight to the bottom of the Abyss.

"Ah..."

Wu Xue Mei clutched at Yang Fan’s back and let out a melodious moan that fluctuated in pitch.

Her voice was high and sustained, shifting through four or five tones before reaching the end.

The field that had been parched for nearly two years was suddenly subjected to a fierce torrential downpour, and it was almost too much for her to bear.

But it was exceptionally satisfying.

That hard and scorching fullness was what she had longed for night and day these past two years.

And what Yang Fan provided was even more fulfilling than she had imagined.

Yang Fan let out a contented groan and then began to move.

Indeed, it was a piece of land that had lain fallow for a long time; when tilled, it was exceptionally tight, almost like a virgin’s.

That reserved tightness felt extraordinarily comfortable to Yang Fan.

Wu Xue Mei pulled over the blanket, enveloping the two of them, then reached out to fumble for the light switch on the wall.

"What are you doing?" Yang Fan asked, puzzled.

"Turning off the light," Wu Xue Mei murmured shyly, with a glance.

"Why do you want to turn off the light?" Yang Fan was somewhat baffled; surely, she couldn’t be that shy.

With a strong sense of shyness in her eyes, Wu Xue Mei still struggled to flick the wall switch and spoke, "The light is too bright; I feel uncomfortable. It’s better to turn off the light and get under the blanket.

Yang Fan was suddenly at a loss for words; she was really too uptight.

Yu Hong Dou was an out-and-out virgin who was more open than Wu Xue Mei.

"Don’t turn it off. It’s pitch black, and I can’t even see where you are. Don’t wrap yourself in the blanket either; in such hot weather, wrapping up in a blanket will just make us sweat from the slightest movement, too hot to bear."

"You’ll get used to it soon enough; having the lights on is definitely more fun than having them off," Yang Fan said.

"But I... feel uncomfortable," Wu Xue Mei stuttered.

It wasn’t clear if it was the light that was too glaring or watching Yang Fan doing things to her that made her uncomfortable, but either way, she felt inexplicably uneasy all over.

Yang Fan grabbed Wu Xue Mei’s arm back and placed it on her trembling, full buttocks, laughing, "You’ll get used to it. You’re used to doing it this way, accustomed to it. But what’s the fun of doing it with the lights off and under the blankets? That’s just like fulfilling a duty, isn’t it?"

"I want to watch you do it, you know. Your body is so amazing; if not shown off at this moment, when would it be?"

"I can’t, I’m so... ah..." Wu Xue Mei wanted to say more, but Yang Fan suddenly accelerated his rhythm.

He couldn’t let her get carried away with her thoughts.

Doing it in the dark and under a blanket was just too uncomfortable, not allowing any room to maneuver.

Wu Xue Mei found herself with no time to think about the blanket or the light, faced with Yang Fan’s fierce and unbridled thrusts.

Her legs were tense, her toes curling up into a knot, as she cried out continuously.

The sounds of "umm ah ah" came uncontrollably from her lips.

To train her, Yang Fan started with fast-paced attacks, interspersed with slow rhythms now and then.

He had learned this from his impressive instructors.

Actually, he wasn’t quite clear whether it was supposed to be a few quick or a few slow movements, so he just improvised.

But seeing Wu Xue Mei shouting at the top of her lungs, almost about to faint, it seemed his tactic was somewhat effective.

At this moment, Wu Xue Mei was entirely lost in confusion and ardor.

Her smooth forehead was beaded with fine sweat, wetting her hair, and her face flushed as if she had just drunk several cups of aged wine, with eyes misty as thick honey.

Feeling that the time was about right, Yang Fan pulled out and lay down beside her, patting Wu Xue Mei’s slightly reddened buttocks, and said, "Your turn."

"Ah? How am I supposed to do that?" Wu Xue Mei exclaimed in surprise.

She had never done anything like this before.

Yang Fan looked surprised and asked, "When you guys do it, you don’t just use one position, right?"

"Just... just one, uh," Wu Xue Mei said shyly, "just like the one we just did, it’s always been that way."

Yang Fan: ...

Well, her bedroom life was really monotonous.

"You get on top and move; that’s all you need to do," Yang Fan said with a smile.

Wu Xue Mei looked down hesitantly for a moment, then climbed on top of Yang Fan.

"Right, just like that," Yang Fan commended with a smile.

A battle-hardened woman, yet still with her first kiss, and having never tried any other positions, that’s something no one would believe if it were told.

Yet it was exactly this conservative and traditional woman who had agreed to Yang Fan’s request to sleep with her.

It seemed that although her past experiences were conventional, deep down she longed for such intimacy.

Wu Xue Mei was timid as a cautious quail, very carefully lifting her buttocks, adjusting her position, and sitting down, then slowly began to undulate her graceful figure.

But her movements were somewhat rigid.

Being inexperienced, the experience for Yang Fan naturally wasn’t that great.

But seeing as she had never done this before, Yang Fan didn’t expect her to find Wu Xuelan’s rhythm in just a moment or two.

Take it slow; there’s also a unique charm in her shyness and clumsiness.

If everyone were cut from the same mold, that wouldn’t be much fun either.

Putting a pillow under his neck, Yang Fan’s hands started wandering over Wu Xue Mei’s smooth skin.

Being real sisters, not only did Wu Xue Mei and Wu Xuelan’s faces resemble each other greatly, but their figures were also very alike.

Especially their full breasts; aside from Wu Xuelan’s being slightly larger than Wu Xue Mei’s, there was practically no difference at all.

"Ah... ah-ah..."

Wu Xue Mei supported herself on Yang Fan’s waist, her eyes closed as she let out pleasurable moans.

Yang Fan had stopped her from turning off the light, but she had turned off her own light.

Once her eyes were closed, it was as though she had found that delightful spot; not only did her moans become more intense and continuous, but her movements also sped up, creating a wet sloshing sound.

Gently teasing the small brown bead tinged with pink, Yang Fan chuckled, "See? Isn’t this much better?"

Wu Xue Mei shyly turned her head away, but her movements didn’t stop. At the same time, she wrapped her arms around her full breasts, deliberately displaying them for Yang Fan.

Yang Fan really liked this pose. After kneading them for a moment, he held Wu Xue Mei’s slender waist, which didn’t have an ounce of excess fat, and took back control, unleashing a fierce barrage.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah..."