Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 180 Anticipate

Chapter 180: Chapter 180 Anticipate

"Do you know what I was thinking when I saw these two of yours?" Yang Fan kneaded the soft, full pair as he casually asked, admiring them earnestly.

Wang Zhaodi was truly embarrassed now, not knowing where to put her hands.

"You were thinking... why are they so big?"

Yang Fan nodded, "When I saw you two messing around with the altar table, I thought you must have been through countless battles, a girl who’s been handled by numerous hands. Usually, this area becomes quite full. But after listening to you, I realized that it seems you just developed really well."

"Is there such a saying? Then you really misunderstood, mine just developed well," Wang Zhaodi said with a blush.

Yang Fan nodded, kneading Wang Zhaodi’s soft fullness forcefully while also parting her legs.

There’s a big difference between young girls and married women, apparent just by their exterior, you can see some clues.

"Brother, I feel uncomfortable, like there are bugs biting me there..." Wang Zhaodi looked down and suddenly said.

"Here?" Yang Fan’s finger touched the spot, gently caressing the already moistened Golden Valley.

That tenderness, like a peach soaked with water, seemed like just a squeeze would produce liquid.

Wang Zhaodi’s cheeks were tinged with a hint of red, and she nodded, "Brother, what do you call this place you’re touching?"

"I really don’t know," Yang Fan shook his head.

What kind of absurd question is this?

It was clear that Wang Zhaodi was very open about these matters.

Any other girl would probably cover her face by now, twisting and turning in embarrassment.

But she was not just watching with keen interest, but also curiously asking questions.

"That little bump, it seems to be especially sensitive. When you touch it lightly, brother, I get a shocklike feeling; I also feel the urge to pee," Wang Zhaodi said with a nibble on her lower lip, giggling, "Brother, is it time to do it now?"

Yang Fan felt that it was indeed about time.

"Yeah, I’m coming now," Yang Fan said as he removed his pants and slowly squeezed in.

The moment they touched, a strong tightness wrapped tightly around him, hot and wet.

He had moved just a little distance when Yang Fan felt a barrier.

Indeed, she was still perfectly untouched.

With a slight push, it was like a crisp layer of window paper tearing open.

"Mmm..."

Wang Zhaodi uttered a muffled groan, biting her lips tightly as her face instantly flushed with pain.

"Brother, this doesn’t feel good, it hurts so much..." Wang Zhaodi cried out with furrowed brows.

Yang Fan paused, letting Wang Zhaodi adjust to the sensation.

After two or three minutes, the pain seemed to pass, and Wang Zhaodi moved her buttocks forward, propping her hands on the washstand with an embarrassed smile. "Brother, you can continue now, it doesn’t hurt as much."

Only then did Yang Fan continue to probe deeper, exploring further.

Just then, he had not even made it one-third of the way.

"Ah..."

As he fully entered, Wang Zhaodi couldn’t suppress her cries, "So deep, so filling, it feels like brother is poking up to my throat."

Yang Fan too felt an airy pleasure.

The last person to grip him this tightly was Yu Hong Dou, but it felt a bit different.

Yu Hong Dou was like a twisting and turning maze, providing a wondrous sensation.

Whereas Wang Zhaodi’s tightness was consistent, squeezing him firmly in every direction.

Slowly, Yang Fan started moving.

This exquisite experience made him reluctant to speed up.

"Ah..."

"Ah..."

Wang Zhaodi did not know how to moan; with every movement, she cried out instinctively.

The squishing sounds became increasingly audible.

Clear fluids mixed with streaks of blood spread between her thighs, forming a small stream that dripped onto the floor.

Drip, drip.

Sex without moans left the sound of water all the more distinct.

Wang Zhaodi seemed to have completely overcome the pain as a hint of rosy flush spread across her face, "So this is what it feels like to be done, this... I think I might really start to enjoy it."

"If you like this feeling, maybe you should work here in the future, you’ll definitely be satisfied," Yang Fan teased.

Wang Zhaodi shook her head, "I don’t want that. If it weren’t for a lack of choice, who would want to come to such a place to make money? Except for my classmate, she seems to really enjoy it. Later on, I’ll just let brother do it, right?"

"Brother, do you actually look down on me?"

Yang Fan remained silent.

Her words had hit the nail on the head.

Anyone who had seen what she did would likely not think much of her.

But as luck would have it, Yang Fan happened to encounter her here and then followed his bodily instincts.

Wang Zhaodi laughed at herself a little, "I should indeed be looked down upon. How am I worthy of being liked looking like this?"

"Brother, are you satisfied with my body? Does it feel good?"

"Eighteen years old, such a naturally tender body, how could I possibly not be satisfied?" Yang Fan said.

Wang Zhaodi suddenly smiled happily again, "Brother, I will become even better in the future, just you wait and see."

"Good."

To Yang Fan, who had just a passing encounter with her, he really didn’t have any expectations.

Even if he had done nothing, Wang Zhaodi was already working in that place; she would have endured this same experience regardless.

And not just with Yang Fan alone.