Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 337

Chapter 337: Chapter 337

Under the extreme seduction of his sister-in-law and the tender swallowing of Little Mother, Yang Fan confessed.

He confessed right into Little Mother’s small mouth.

But this time, he didn’t feel the ultimate comfort; instead, he felt somewhat guilty.

Status was like a Five Finger Mountain pressing on his head, making it impossible for him to fully relax.

Even though Little Mother was only wearing a pair of black panties, almost naked,

Yang Fan just looked at her with fervent eyes, but didn’t touch her.

The current situation had already burdened him heavily, if he touched her now, he would definitely not be able to sleep later.

"Feeling any better?" Zhou Wenhui’s eyes carried a hint of smoldering allure as she looked at Yang Fan.

Her mouth was still containing the thing that Yang Fan had just confessed, making her voice sound a bit muffled.

Yang Fan nodded uneasily, "It feels a bit better now."

Zhou Wenhui, swinging her plump and tender breasts, got off the bed, spit the contents from her mouth into the trash can, and rinsed her mouth with water before saying, "I can see that, at least your eyes aren’t as red now. But still, you have some issues; now let your sister-in-law take care of you slowly, I’ll go back first."

She dressed very casually as if nothing had happened and left Ye Tong’s room straightaway.

In the room, Yang Fan and Ye Tong looked at each other.

"Little Mother, she..."

With shy eyes, Ye Tong glanced at Yang Fan and said, "She has already done what she could, surely she had to leave, or did you want to keep her here and continue? It seems I still have to find a chance to talk to Little Mother seriously, asking her to keep our affair between us for now."

"That’s not it; I’m just a bit confused right now," Yang Fan immediately waved his hand and said.

His body desired it, but his heart truly did not.

With the Fourth Aunt, it was done, and he felt almost no burden in his heart, even found it somewhat thrilling.

But for Little Mother, with whom he lived day by day, the psychological burden was genuinely not small.

"Confused, so am I, I don’t even know the limits anymore," Ye Tong said shyly in a teasing tone, "Come over, lie down, let me handle it for now. Little Mother’s judgment wasn’t wrong, you really need this, the redness in your eyes has subsided quite a bit."

Yang Fan obediently lay down on the bed, while Ye Tong, curling her soft and tender body, lay across Yang Fan’s waist.

"Did Little Mother make you feel comfortable?" Ye Tong swallowed twice before suddenly asking.

Yang Fan was slightly startled by the question.

This question for him was as difficult as asking him who he would save first if his mother and girlfriend were drowning.

He thought over his words and then said, "To be honest, Little Mother seems to have better skills, whereas you, sister-in-law, are more gentle."

But to speak frankly, Little Mother possesses both gentleness and skill.

And sister-in-law is more sincere, obviously lacking some experience in this area.

"Those words sound nice, but it just means that I’m not very good," Ye Tong said with a light, teasing smile.

"Look at the mess you made today; you even involved Little Mother, what are we going to do now?"

Yang Fan frowned in distress, heaving a deep sigh, "I don’t know, let’s just leave it, pretend it was a misunderstanding!"

"The wine from Fourth Aunt was really good, I didn’t drink much, but who knew it would be so strong. This stuff could probably fetch a good price outside, it would definitely be highly sought after by those in poor health," Ye Tong nodded thoughtfully.

"Looking at the situation now, it probably can’t be helped, just make sure you never mention this in front of Little Mother again. She really made a big sacrifice to help you this time," Ye Tong said.

"Mhm," Yang Fan nodded earnestly.

Actually, he suspected that Little Mother had done it intentionally.

But this might just be his illusion; it likely wasn’t intentional on Little Mother’s part.

"Sister-in-law, turn around and ride me, let me have some fun too," Yang Fan said as he caressed Ye Tong’s smooth thighs.

Ye Tong shyly glanced at Yang Fan and pouted lightly, "You really are a bad boy. Now, it’s settled—Little Mother probably won’t try to set us up anymore. But you need to keep it under control, our deal still stands."

"Alright, alright, turn over then," Yang Fan said.

Only then did Ye Tong shyly turn over, straddling Yang Fan with her legs apart.

The moment she took this position, Yang Fan’s blood heated up all over again.

Pristine white skin, the perfect peach-shaped buttocks, fully elastic with a hint of tantalizing pink.

Yang Fan grabbed Ye Tong’s soft buttocks, pressed down slightly, and immediately burrowed his head upwards.

"Ah..."

Ye Tong let out a prolonged moan, her body trembling slightly.

This intense stimulation made her pink golden valley contract rapidly, squeezing out droplets from the crevice, gradually spreading into a liquid patch.

"Ah...ah..."

Ye Tong couldn’t stop moaning, her mouth fiercely biting down on Yang Fan’s manhood.

The excessive stimulation made her forget to pleasure Yang Fan with her mouth.

Yang Fan didn’t mind and eagerly continued playing, his hips thrusting rhythmically on their own.

"Ah... ah... Fanzi, go easy, I... I feel so uncomfortable, ah..."

Yang Fan suckled and teased with his tongue tip, showing utmost attention to sister-in-law’s tenderness.

He thought maybe her body was so sensitive it could override her reasoning, prompting her to ask him to continue.

Though it was only a slight possibility, it was enough for Yang Fan to make a serious effort.

Suddenly, Ye Tong began to swallow furiously, her posture forceful and movements intense.

It seemed she tried to alleviate the inner urge through this method.

"Mmm... ah...ah..."

Ye Tong’s moans were slightly muffled because her mouth was full, yet they were very intense.

The two maintained this position, each pleasuring the other, passion splashing wildly.

In the room next door, having just returned, Zhou Wenhu quickly removed her clothes and tiptoed barefoot to the wall, rolling up a hanging scroll.

A small hole appeared.

She pressed her eye to the hole and after glimpsing for a moment, tiptoed to her wardrobe, withdrew a realistic toy, and carefully inserted it into her golden valley.

Clutching it, she leaned against the wall again, peering through the small hole crafted by unknown means, next door. As Ye Tong swallowed once, she too moved in and out.

Soon, the clear sound of liquid emerged from there.

Zhou Wenhu quickly clamped her legs together, moderating the intensity slightly.

As Yang Fan leisurely released inside his sister-in-law’s tender mouth, she too reached the peak of pleasure at the same time, her face radiating a satisfied haze. She slightly opened her mouth, silently savoring the moment, before finally removing the realistic toy.

"The fake will always be just fake..."

She muttered softly, put the painting back down, slipped on a nightgown, and left the room.