Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 435

Chapter 435: Chapter 435

When Yang Fan started to exert more strength, Guan Ping, who had been holding back, finally couldn’t restrain herself and began to cry out.

Her moans were like the calls of a little kitten, clear, melodious, and with a hint of ethereality.

Her face turned red as she clutched tightly onto Yang Fan’s arm, those pure eyes staring straight at him.

Wet and sticky.

"Ah ah ah... ah... ah..."

"Xiao Guan, come, let me interview you, does it feel good being done by Fanzi?" Diwu Ming asked with wicked delight.

She seemed to have recovered her energy by now, looking very excited.

It seemed that watching Yang Fan playing with Guan Ping was even more thrilling to her than being played with herself.

"Say something, what’s with all the ah-ing?" Diwu Ming grabbed a handful of Guan Ping’s soft fullness and twisted the pink little bean ruthlessly.

Guan Ping’s moans suddenly reached a new pitch, almost a scream.

"Ah ah... stop, stop it, no..."

But Diwu Ming gripped Guan Ping’s arm tightly, giving her no chance to resist.

"Tell me, does it feel good, is it comfortable?" Diwu Ming persisted.

"Comfortable, it’s comfortable..." Guan Ping admitted in defeat, hurriedly responding with a flush on her face.

"Do you want to be done like this by Fanzi in the future?" Diwu Ming asked.

"...I do, ah ah ah... stop teasing me, ah ah..." Guan Ping arched her body and cried out urgently.

That moment turned her face thoroughly red, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

Suddenly, Yang Fan felt it.

He abruptly grabbed Guan Ping’s thighs, intensifying the rhythm of his thrusts.

Slap slap slap...

Amidst a series of intense slapping sounds, Yang Fan fiercely finished in Guan Ping’s deepest part.

"Ah—"

Accompanying Yang Fan’s last and heavy thrust, Guan Ping let out a high-pitched moan.

The sound pierced the sky, the echoes whirling dozens of times in the high air before trailing down, finally fading into urgent panting.

Diwu Ming parted Guan Ping’s thighs to take a look and asked, "Done?"

Yang Fan nodded.

"Fanzi, I told you, it’s definitely more satisfying inside. You were still thinking about my mouth," Diwu Ming said with a laugh.

"It’s okay, the night is long, I will take care of you later!" Yang Fan said with a smile.

Guan Ping was just too comfortable, he truly couldn’t help himself just now.

Diwu Ming chuckled, looking seductively at Yang Fan, "Alright, just watch how I’ll drain you today."

"I wonder who was the one running away just now," Yang Fan teased.

Diwu Ming’s confidence instantly deflated, she muttered, "That was... I hadn’t gotten into it yet. After all, it’s been a long time, and the intensity was so sudden, I definitely needed to adjust."

"Well, I’ll be watching closely," Yang Fan said.

Anyone can boast, but when the boast is loudest, and then suddenly you run off, what’s that about?

"Just you wait, today it’s two against one, how big do you think your odds are?" Diwu Ming said proudly.

Yang Fan nodded with a smile.

Right now, he could accept anything she said, the real test would come later.

The now evenly panting Guan Ping suddenly said softly, "Sister Ming, I said before, just once."

Diwu Ming winked at Guan Ping, "It’s already done; what’s the difference between once and two or three times?"

"Is it because you think Fanzi doesn’t make you feel good?"

Guan Ping’s face flushed with shyness.

She quickly lifted her eyelids, glanced at Yang Fan, and whispered, "It’s not... that."

"If it’s not discomfort, then what’s the difference if we do it a couple more times? It’s already in anyway," Diwu Ming said.

Guan Ping pursed her lower lip, looking down, seemingly lost in thought, but she didn’t object anymore.

No matter what her attitude would be later on, Yang Fan should be able to develop her without any reservations tonight.

Then, under the insistent demands of Diwu Ming, the three of them squeezed into the bathroom together.

Amidst washing and cleaning, the physical contact led the three to naturally start playing again.

Yang Fan finally experienced the warmth of Diwu Ming’s fiery red lips...

...

Even though Diwu Ming was the owner of Han Palace and Guan Ping was the supervisor, their absence seemed to have no effect on Han Palace’s business. Yang thought that after a quick round, at least one of them would leave to take care of outside matters.

But Diwu Ming was nonchalant. She showed no intention of leaving and insisted that Guan Ping stay as well.

She totally acted as if she didn’t care about anything else happening outside, even if the sky fell, as long as she could play with Yang Fan.

That night was the craziest night of play Yang Fan had ever experienced.

Diwu Ming didn’t let him rest at all, truly keeping him busy the whole night.

She must be the type who is weak yet loves to play.

As soon as Yang put in some effort, she couldn’t take it very long, but she loved to play nonetheless.

Later on, she even came up with a method where Yang would engage for a while, then she and Guan Ping would use their mouths or other parts to help Yang, or let Yang play with the two of them in turns.

Even though they indulged the whole night, in fact, Yang actually did it only three times.

After the third time, an utterly exhausted Yang Fan was just about to take a nap when Old Zhou’s call suddenly came through.

"Fanzi, where are you?"

"Still in the private room," Yang Fan said as he lay slanted on the bed, admiring the two fair figures in the bathroom.

"Hm? You’re not planning to leave yet? Let’s go, come down for lunch!" Old Zhou said.

Yang Fan suddenly sat up, looked at the time on his phone, and was instantly stupefied.

Fuck!

He had actually gone at it until ten-thirty, which is why he felt almost crazed with fatigue.

There were no windows in this private room, so daylight couldn’t come in. He hadn’t been checking his phone and hadn’t noticed the time at all.

This was a bit preposterous...

"Wait for me for a bit, I’ll be down soon," Yang Fan said.

"Okay, we’ll wait for you in the dining hall!" Old Zhou replied and hung up.

Yang Fan put on his pants and got out of bed.

Preposterous, it’s already ten-thirty in the morning, after a battle lasting... who knows how many hours.

Of course, it was mainly because it was too fun.

Time was spent on playing other little tricks; not to mention, Guan Ping must have been thoroughly developed last night.

Pushing open the bathroom door, Yang Fan extended both hands simultaneously, grabbing Diwu Ming and Guan Ping’s buttocks, and said, "You two take your time washing up, I’m heading out first. I need to catch a quick nap; there’s stuff to do this afternoon. I didn’t even notice it’s already ten-thirty, ten-thirty the next day."

"Ah? Fanzi, stop joking, how could it be ten-thirty already?" Diwu Ming asked in surprise.

"I just looked at my phone, it’s really ten-thirty," Yang Fan said.

Diwu Ming said with a laugh, "Indeed, does time always fly when you’re having fun? It felt like only a few hours had passed, and I thought it was still dark outside."