Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 389

Chapter 389: Chapter 389

Yang Fan was dealing with Yang Yuan while carefully planning his next steps in his mind.

Although Yang Yuan’s current appearance was very tempting,

if the timing wasn’t arranged properly, it could lead to problems—something that absolutely could not be taken lightly or carelessly.

If Little Mother discovered what was happening between him and Yang Yuan, it might be okay; she might even help cover it up.

But if Fourth Aunt found out that he had taken Yang Yuan as well, she would likely fight him tooth and nail.

Little Mother and sister-in-law usually chose to play around at a much later time, around ten o’clock when everyone was asleep.

Right now, it was only around eight, so he did have plenty of time.

The arrangement with Fourth Aunt was what needed attention now.

If he could delay her until the wee hours of the morning, he should be safe.

"Hide here, I’m going to lock the door," Yang Fan said in a low voice to Yang Yuan after thinking things through.

Yang Yuan obediently nodded her head.

Yang Fan walked over to close the room’s door and casually sent a message to Fourth Aunt, telling her he would come to her room at dawn.

He naturally came up with an excuse, saying that everyone would be asleep at that time, which would be much safer.

"You’re quite thoughtful. I’ll wait for you," Fourth Aunt responded promptly.

After confirming the time, Yang Fan went back to the wardrobe and opened it again, "Come out quickly."

"Brother Fanzi, you’re getting impatient, aren’t you?" Yang Yuan asked with a playful laugh, batting her star-like eyes.

Yang Fan’s hands were already inside Yang Yuan’s nightgown, firmly grasping the soft and plump flesh, two perky little things like very full peaches, snowy white and pinkishly plump.

"I’ve been impatient for a while now," Yang Fan said, breathing heavily.

After being played with by Little Mother just now, seeing Yang Yuan so ready, how could he hold back? He longed to dive into Yang Yuan’s dripping wet and incredibly tight vagina, to truly savor her tenderness.

Yang Yuan giggled, squeezing her slippery body into Yang Fan’s embrace.

"Brother Fanzi, everyone is still awake. Later, be a bit gentler, I’m afraid I won’t be able to help startling everyone, and then we’ll get a beating," she cautioned.

Yang Fan nodded with a smile, his boldness matched by his thoughtfulness.

"You try to keep your voice down too, don’t cry out," he softly instructed.

Yang Yuan gave a firm nod.

"Brother Fanzi, a kiss!"

Yang Yuan puckered up her plump, moist, glistening lips.

Yang Fan leaned over, capturing those soft, squishy lips in his, sliding his tongue out.

He explored her mouth, with its faint fragrance, searching for her nimble little tongue.

Their lips and teeth tangled, their tongues entwining like two dragons playing with pearls.

As they kissed passionately, Yang Fan’s hand was anything but idle inside her nightgown, boldly kneading those full, perky breasts, allowing them to morph tirelessly in his palm.

Yang Yuan’s skin was too delicate, even though he wasn’t using much strength.

Just by kneading them like this, the soft white flesh was tinged with red, as if he had been squeezing them fiercely.

After toying with them for a moment, Yang Fan moved his hand away from the elastic flesh, sliding down the smooth belly.

Feeling her condition down there, Yang Fan couldn’t help but smile.

This little girl was quite well prepared indeed.

She wasn’t wearing anything down there at all; it was completely bare.

His palm barely slid down before it touched the cute little vagina, damp and slick.

She was already aroused.

By the looks of it, she really couldn’t wait any longer.

"So wet!" Yang Fan teased Yang Yuan, nibbling on her moist lower lip.

Yang Yuan’s face blushed with shyness, her cheeks as if brushed with fine rouge, "Little Mother wants brother to do it, a bit wet makes it easier to go in."

"But you seem like you’ve been caught in a heavy downpour, you’re so wet it’s almost dripping," Yang Fan teased.

Yang Yuan giggled coquettishly, "Yearning for brother made me this way."

"Yearning for me makes you wet?" Yang Fan asked with a smile.

Yang Yuan nodded gently with a shake of her little head, "Yes."

"What else does yearning for me do?" Yang Fan asked.

"It also... it also makes me spread open by myself," Yang Yuan replied bashfully.

"Where does it spread open?"

"Just... there, you know."

"What is there? I don’t quite understand."

"Just... oh my, Brother Fanzi, you’re so naughty."

Yang Yuan blushed furiously, nestling her head into Yang Fan’s chest like a kitten seeking affection.

Yang Fan smirked, his fingers grazing that damp golden valley for a moment before slowly penetrating it.

"Is this the place you meant?"

Yang Yuan bit her moist lips, her shyness unabated as she nodded her head.

"Wow, it’s even wetter inside than outside!" Yang Fan joked.

"Ah... Brother, you’re really bad, just play, no more talking..." Yang Yuan was so shy she couldn’t even lift her head.

Yang Fan’s fingers moved slowly in and out of that tight, warm little valley.

With his movements, Yang Yuan could no longer contain her emotions, and light moans escaped her lips.

"Ah... Brother, please do it, I can’t stand it anymore, can you?"

"You can’t stand it already? But I’m not done playing yet!" Yang Fan said.

Yang Yuan’s eyes, brimming with thick shyness, flicked up briefly to glance at Yang Fan before she pleaded softly, "Brother, start with me first, play while you do it, I want it."

Yang Fan nodded, actually eager to plunge deeper without delay.

Beyond the urge of his body, there was also the matter of time.

He had to be a master of time management tonight, keeping the schedule tight without any waste.

He laid Yang Yuan on the bed, pushing aside her somewhat adorable ivory sleepwear to completely expose that irresistibly voluptuous body to his view, then leaned down to cover her.

As the saying goes, once a stranger, twice familiar, and now Yang Yuan knew how to guide him.

Seizing Yang Fan’s lifeline, she rubbed it briefly before slipping it inside.

Instantly, an overwhelming warmth and tightness enveloped Yang Fan entirely.

That moment of comfort was extraordinarily satisfying.

Yang Fan plunged in deeply, quietly savoring the snug warmth of the young girl before he began to move.

"Brother, it feels so full and nice." Yang Yuan spoke with her eyes hazed, in a soft voice.

"Do you like it like this?" Yang Fan asked.

Yang Yuan nodded repeatedly, "I like being done by Brother like this, it feels so good, so fulfilling, ah..."

Worried about being overheard, Yang Yuan did her best to suppress her voice.

After a slow rhythm for a while, and once Yang Yuan had roughly adapted to the pace, Yang Fan lifted her straight legs and increased the speed of his thrusts.

"Ah... Ahhh... Mmm... Mmmm..."

Yang Yuan quickly covered her mouth with her hand, trying to stifle any louder sounds.

The crisp slapping sounds echoed.

But Yang Fan, also concerned about being heard by Little Mother and the others, dared not thrust too hard.