Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 293

Chapter 293: Chapter 293

Fourth Aunt let out a sound that could be considered quite normal physiological reaction, yet Yang Fan, with the guilt of a thief in his heart, was startled and subconsciously stopped his actions immediately, preparing to flee the scene.

It wasn’t until he had made sure Fourth Aunt had no other reaction that he continued what he was doing.

At this point, the urge inside him had subsided a great deal, and reason had returned.

But he did not want to stop there.

The words Little Mother had said earlier had significantly emboldened him.

Very gently kneading that heavy softness, Yang Fan quietly lifted the thin quilt off Fourth Aunt, set it aside, then very carefully began to undo the buttons of her trousers.

She was wearing fairly standard black wide-legged pants that were tight from the waist to the buttocks, clearly outlining the feminine curves of that area, but becoming loose below that.

These trousers drew one’s gaze to concentrate on the buttocks.

It was like a physical way of forcibly magnifying a particular feature of the body.

Gently, Yang Fan undid the first button and continued with the second one.

Even without a belt, these buttons were still annoying to him, especially since some pants would even have three.

The second button opened with his movements slow and delicate.

Zip.

Yang Fan pulled down the zipper on Fourth Aunt’s trousers.

Despite his utmost effort to keep quiet, the sound of the zipper in the profound silence of the night was quite evident.

A shade of light blue peeked out from underneath the black trousers.

It looked like a very ordinary design, with sparse hair faintly visible.

Yang Fan stopped kneading the soft mounds in front of Fourth Aunt with his left hand, with one hand lightly supporting her elastic buttocks, and with the other he slid the light blue panties inside the black pants down, bit by bit.

It would be more troublesome to take them off a second time later, so he might as well do it all at once.

After taking off the pants and panties altogether, Yang Fan’s attention then turned to the secret place tightly closed between Fourth Aunt’s legs, with sparse forestation, yet not very lush.

Yang Fan slid his hand inside, squeezing into that "golden valley".

He was surprised to find that there were already slight traces of moisture there.

Although she was this drunk, it seemed her body was still very sensitive.

This sensitivity was almost on par with Yang Yuan’s.

Though the two of them were not biologically mother and daughter, it seemed they surpassed even that bond.

Yang Fan gently pulled Fourth Aunt’s legs apart a little, then leaned down close for a closer look.

With short butterfly wings, it looked very clean overall.

It gave the impression of someone with very few encounters of this nature.

Yang Fan parted the butterfly’s wings, found that sensitive grain, and began to knead gently.

"Mmm..."

Fourth Aunt let out a soft moan, almost like a murmur.

Yang Fan immediately stopped his movements, anxiously looking at Fourth Aunt.

It was his first time doing something like this, and although he had summoned up the courage through the temptation deep inside and Little Mother’s instigation, he was still terribly nervous, fearing that Fourth Aunt might suddenly open her eyes, resulting in an eye-to-eye confrontation.

Even with his own experience, considering Fourth Aunt’s level of intoxication, the likelihood of her waking up suddenly was not high.

Gently kneading, Yang Fan, feeling that Fourth Aunt was becoming gradually moist there, slowly slid his fingers inside.

It was unexpectedly tight, as if she hadn’t been touched in a very long time.

And at the same time, exceptionally hot.

With slow movements in and out, Yang Fan also anxiously monitored for any movement from Fourth Aunt.

He truly was taking a bold risk that night.

Even though he knew that if Fourth Aunt woke up, he could be facing significant trouble, he did not want to give up.

This feeling was almost like that of a person who, despite being wealthy, has a habit of stealing—upon seeing something tempting, they can’t help but want to snatch it.

Gradually, the clear wetness spread over Yang Fan’s fingers.

Fourth Aunt’s intoxicated body was already prepared to be entered.

Yang Fan quickly yanked his shorts down.

But just as he adjusted Fourth Aunt’s legs, preparing to enter, suddenly a finger poked him squarely in the chest.

"You damn bastard, what the hell do you think you’re doing?"

At that shout, Yang Fan froze on the spot.

He stiffly craned his neck, facing directly into Fourth Aunt’s crystal-clear eyes.

Not even the slightest hint of drunkenness, as sober as if she had never touched a drop of alcohol.

Yang Fan was dumbstruck, his whole being turned into a capitalized fool.

"Fourth Aunt, I..."

His voice was dry as he croaked out a word, feeling as if his mind had suddenly flown up into the sky.

Fourth Aunt yanked a thin blanket over herself, covering her exposed golden valley, "Do you even know I’m your Fourth Aunt?"

Yang Fan tensely nodded.

His mind was a complete blank, totally unaware of what to say.

"Never been with a woman?" Fourth Aunt asked with a cold face.

Yang Fan hesitated for a slight two seconds, then nodded.

"Why did you want to mess with me?" she asked again.

"When I was carrying you back, I got a bit... excited. Fourth Aunt, I’m sorry, I... lost control for a moment." Yang Fan’s mind was starting to return, the worst had happened, time to confess honestly.

As he spoke, he quickly pulled his pants back on.

"Wait a moment." Fourth Aunt suddenly called out.

Yang Fan stopped what he was doing, looking at Fourth Aunt with a mix of anxiety.

He really had lost his head tonight.

First, he had been stimulated by sister-in-law and Yang Yuan, and then Little Mother kept egging him on, leading him to just go ahead with it; regret was useless now, but Yang Fan felt that he really needed to improve his self-control in the future.

"Just because you got excited carrying me back?" Fourth Aunt asked with a stern face.

Yang Fan nodded.

"Never had any thoughts about me before?"

"You’re my Fourth Aunt, normally, I wouldn’t dare have such thoughts." Yang Fan murmured, looking down.

That was indeed the truth.

There were some things he still cared about.

Even though Little Mother had been without clothes in front of him who knows how many times, he still managed not to dwell on it.

He restrained himself as much as possible.

Tonight was truly an accident.

"Where are they?" Fourth Aunt asked.

Yang Fan pointed back, "They’re asleep in the room inside."

As for whether they were really sleeping or not, he didn’t know.

Perhaps after all the commotion with Little Mother, sister-in-law and Yang Yuan had woken up.

Fourth Aunt looked at Yang Fan seriously for a while, then asked again, "What exactly did you just do?"

"Just... touched a bit." Yang Fan answered truthfully.

Indeed, he had only touched, he hadn’t had the chance to do anything else yet.

Fourth Aunt sighed deeply, "I really don’t know where you get the courage, aren’t you afraid I might kill you?"

Yang Fan kept his head down and didn’t make a sound.

Where had his courage come from? It came from the power of encouragement and stimulation.

His experiences tonight were truly spectacular, his eyes had seen their fill of splendid beauty, and his body had been thoroughly excited.

"Go ahead."

Fourth Aunt glared at Yang Fan with irritation, then suddenly flipped off the thin blanket.