Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 434

Chapter 434: Chapter 434

Diwu Ming had escaped!

Just as Yang Fan was indulging in ecstasy, she suddenly broke free from Yang’s grasp, darted to the side, and covered the now muddied terrain with her hands.

Yang was stunned!

This...

She actually couldn’t take it anymore.

The barren field had just been reploughed, and it seemed it couldn’t withstand such a violent output yet.

"Sister Ming, we can’t do this, how could you run away?" Yang asked with a chuckle.

Diwu Ming’s face was flushed red, the fiery dress clinging to her waist, making her resemble a seductive rose in full bloom.

After the nourishing embrace of their passionate encounter, she looked even more alluring and charming.

"Fanzi, no more, I can’t take it, why don’t you turn to Xiao Guan instead, and let your sister rest a bit?" Diwu Ming pleaded, shaking her head repeatedly, "If you continue like this, I really feel like I might pass out. Just now, I could barely breathe."

"So, would you say that I’ve passed the challenge?" Yang teased.

Diwu Ming nodded furiously, "Passed, you’ve definitely passed, from now on, your sister will please you in all sorts of ways."

"Sister Ming, I want to see you scratch with longing," Yang said with a smile.

"Sure, sure, however you want me to scratch is fine," Diwu Ming agreed readily.

And she really did as she said, without any hesitation or compromise.

"Little Sister Guan, it’s your turn now," Yang spoke gently.

He unconsciously adopted a softer tone for the shy girl.

"Should I lie down or kneel?" Guan Ping asked bashfully.

"Either works, however you want to be handled, that’s how we’ll do it," Yang replied.

Guan Ping’s face turned beet-red, her already shy cheeks were about to light up the whole sky.

After a slight hesitation, she lay down on the couch.

It seemed she preferred this more straightforward method.

With his left leg supporting his body and his head resting on the couch, Yang pressed down on Guan’s fair, long legs and slowly penetrated deeper.

The couch was quite narrow; if lying down, this was the only posture he could adopt.

Soon, a moistened tightness enveloped him completely.

Guan Ping was tighter than Diwu Ming but gave Yang a softer sensation.

It was a somewhat contradictory description.

But this was indeed what Yang felt.

"Mmm..."

Guan Ping moaned softly, her hands clutching the sofa.

She was fully poised to take Yang’s thrusts.

Probably having seen how Yang had handled Diwu Ming just now, she had already positioned herself accordingly.

But Yang was gentle in his movements.

Slowly in, slowly out...

Guan’s expression gradually became misty and her face showed more pleasure.

"Mmm... mm-hmm... mmm..."

Yang was kneading Guan’s soft fullness while slowly moving in and out, occasionally speeding up ever so slightly.

After resting for a while, Diwu Ming finally began to feel a decrease in the intense sensation that had left her entire body tingling.

She moved to the side of the coffee table, wiped the sweat off her face, and complained discontentedly, "Fanzi, are you being a little too biased? Why are you so gentle with Little Sister Guan, but you treat me like you want to kill me?"

"I adapt to the situation," Yang Fan said with a grin, "Sister Ming, don’t you like it a bit rough? Then I’ve got to be a bit more fierce, otherwise, it wouldn’t suit your taste, right? As for Little Guan, I think she probably prefers something gentler, so I take my time with her."

Diwu Ming opened her mouth.

It seemed like she had shot herself in the foot.

"You’re just biased!" Diwu Ming huffed softly.

"Sister Ming, just admit whether it felt good or not," Yang Fan asked with a smile.

Diwu Ming pouted, showing a girlish demeanor, and muttered, "Although it did feel good, you almost killed me; you’re simply not human."

"After doing this to me for so long, it should be quick now, right?"

"It will be quick," Yang Fan nodded, "probably about half an hour left, I guess."

"Ah? Damn, you truly are inhuman!" Diwu Ming was startled.

Yang Fan had just been at it with her for nearly an hour, and yet he could still go for another half an hour.

This was more extreme than someone who had taken tiger and wolf medicine.

"Sister Ming, you’re idle anyway, why not come over and taste Little Sister Guan’s sweet peach? It’s very delicious," Yang Fan said with a smile.

Diwu Ming let out a light laugh, "You’re quite considerate, aren’t you? Worried I might get bored."

"But I’d rather start with you first, let Sister give you some good service, so you can’t say I don’t keep my word."

Yang Fan’s eyebrows lifted playfully, "Then Sister Ming, how about you swallow one later?"

Even though Yang Fan spoke euphemistically, Diwu Ming, being the boss of Han Palace, understood his meaning instantly.

"You’re quite ambitious, aren’t you? I don’t believe it could feel better inside there than in my mouth," Diwu Ming laughed, "if you want to go ahead, I can take it. I’ve never done that before either, and I’m quite curious about what it feels like."

"Some of the wanton girls in the shop don’t like getting done by the customers, encouraging them to finish in their mouths instead, or they put in extra effort with their mouths so the customers can’t help but finish there."

"They say it’s easier that way, and it causes less wear and tear. But in my opinion, doing such a thing for one man should be seen as a matter of taste, but for many men, it would certainly be disgusting."

Yang Fan had no room to comment on this, as he couldn’t personally understand it.

After a moment of thought, he said, "Maybe some people just like it that way!"

"Indeed, there are such people. What’s more, some men like it too."

"Stop, stop, stop, Sister, enough, don’t go on," Yang Fan hastily said.

He was starting to feel nauseous.

At such a beautiful moment, to talk about this, how off-putting.

Diwu Ming giggled, her graceful body twisting as she slipped out of her red dress, her soft, bare form squeezing into Yang Fan’s embrace, her mouth gently biting at his chest.

Yang Fan’s left hand naturally grasped Diwu Ming’s full and hanging bosom.

Compared with Guan Ping’s pair, Diwu Ming’s were slightly inferior, but still very beautiful.

They lacked a bit of the firmness and elasticity of Guan Ping’s, but were larger and softer instead.

All in all, each had its own merits.

"Hurry up and do it, put some effort into it for Little Sister Guan. Look at her, she’s almost falling asleep," Diwu Ming looked up and teased with a flirtatious smile.

"Sister Ming, I didn’t!" Guan Ping immediately protested.

"You haven’t made a peep, are you almost asleep or what!" Diwu Ming said, and suddenly, she turned, grabbed Guan Ping’s long, slender legs, and bent them upward.

"Fanzi, do it like this, thrust hard. In such a tender spot, how could you not give it some effort?"

Diwu Ming suddenly shifted her stance and began offering Yang Fan advice.

Yang Fan naturally took the advice to heart.

Because he too wanted to apply some force now; Guan Ping had probably become accustomed to it by now.