The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 123

Chapter 123: Chapter 123

Wu Song’s spear instantly became hard as if it were about to explode.

Huang Rong had no idea Wu Song was secretly watching.

She shook her hips, getting rid of the dew on the black hair before taking out a tissue to wipe the black hair clean, also wiping the pink slit of her mollusk, which flashed momentarily before being covered again by black hair.

After wiping her mollusk, Huang Rong extended her finger, rubbing in the slit, and in just a moment, it turned sticky, wet, and slippery.

Wu Song was taken aback, his spear almost hard enough to break.

What was Huang Rong doing?

Was she that desperate?

She couldn’t even relieve herself without needing to touch herself?

After rubbing a few more times, Huang Rong’s finger slipped into her small hole and began to move.

Soon, juices were overflowing, and a milky liquid began to appear.

As if realizing something was off, she quickly withdrew her finger, took a tissue, and cleaned herself again.

She folded the tissue to wipe her rear properly before completing her task.

Slowly, she stood up, pulled up her panties, let down her pencil skirt, and opened the stall door to walk out.

Wu Song quickly retracted his X-ray Vision.

However, his spear was already hard, and it was difficult to bring it down quickly.

Huang Rong’s alcohol tolerance was indeed impressive. She seemed a bit wobbly earlier, probably pretending, but now she walked out steadily and at a decent pace. She glimpsed at Sun Taohua’s stall before quickly stepping outside. Wu Song hurried back to the box and sat down.

Huang Rong followed closely into the box, immediately appearing tipsy again.

Her acting skills were quite something.

But it seemed she got too into character, her eyes fixed on Wu Song, and she didn’t notice the chair leg, leading her to trip and stagger, nearly falling to the ground.

Huang Rong was immediately embarrassed beyond belief; if she continued pretending to be drunk, she’d surely fall down, which would be mortifying.

However, if she stopped pretending, Wu Song would see it too, which would also be awkward.

As she hesitated, a chance to steady herself slipped away, and she could only clumsily fall towards the ground, uttering a startled cry.

Wu Song stepped forward to catch her.

Huang Rong fell into Wu Song’s arms.

On instinct, she held onto Wu Song’s waist, her head unwittingly resting against Wu Song’s crotch, the warm breath from her mouth and nose blowing into it, onto the head of his spear.

As Wu Song’s spear, which had just calmed halfway down, became inflamed by her hot breath, it instantly stiffened, poking against Huang Rong’s mouth and nose.

The poke startled Huang Rong awake, and she instinctively looked up, staring blankly at Wu Song’s crotch.

Big!

So big!

Especially big!

At this moment, only these words echoed in Huang Rong’s mind.

But more than that, she couldn’t believe it.

As a veterinary teacher, she was well-acquainted with beasts and equally knowledgeable about people, understanding that a man’s member, however large, couldn’t compare with certain beasts, like the tiger’s or the donkey’s; one impossibly rigid with hooks, the other thick as a child’s arm.

Wu Song’s thing, if real, was akin to a donkey’s!

How was this possible?

A human with a donkey’s appendage.

Wouldn’t that be a woman’s treasure?

Huang Rong held onto Wu Song’s thigh to stand up, but her eyes still lingered longingly on Wu Song’s crotch.

Somewhat unsettled, she sat down, expressing gratitude, "Thank you."

Wu Song shook his head with a smile, "Teacher Huang, no need to be polite. Are you okay?"

Huang Rong smiled and shook her head, "I’m fine."

Then she asked Wu Song with a meaningful glance, "And you?"

As she spoke, she glanced at Wu Song’s crotch.

Wu Song also looked down, seeing the large tent, laughing, "Nothing, just a normal reaction."

Huang Rong’s eyes lit up, "Normal reaction?"

Wu Song laughed, "Teacher Huang, being a veterinarian, you should know, men and women, like animals... encountering a superb beauty like Teacher Huang, there will be a reaction, a salute to you."

"Haha..." Huang Rong laughed heartily, giving Wu Song an appreciative look, lifting a water glass and taking a sip, her red lips becoming even more charming and seductive, "Could I take a closer look? I’ve never seen such a large manhood."

Wu Song smiled, "Oh? Teacher Huang, are you sure?"

Huang Rong eagerly nodded, "Yes, yes, it’s a bother to you."

Wu Song chuckled, "If you don’t mind, Teacher Huang, then neither do I."

As Wu Song spoke, he unbuttoned his pants.

Huang Rong immediately leaned forward excitedly, staring intently at Wu Song’s crotch.

The zip!

Wu Song’s pants were pulled apart, and the great spear leaped out, like a Cyan Dragon Spear swaying in front of Huang Rong, flaunting its dominance, exuding a strong masculine aura.

Huang Rong’s eyes widened, staring in a daze, her breathing unconsciously becoming rapid, she murmured, "Is this real? Am I dreaming? Does such a divine weapon exist in this world?"

Wu Song grinned proudly, "Teacher Huang, have your eyes been opened?"

Huang Rong hurriedly nodded, "Eye-opening, eye-opening, but I still find it hard to believe, like I’m dreaming. Can I touch it?"

Wu Song chuckled, "If Teacher Huang doesn’t mind, you can touch it."

Huang Rong’s eyes burned with desire, quickly nodding, "I don’t mind, I don’t mind, let me feel it."

Her trembling hands reached over, touching it like it was a precious treasure, her fingers making contact with Wu Song’s great spear.

Her hand trembled, instinctively released, then afraid it might escape, she grasped it firmly.

"Gasp!"

Wu Song inhaled sharply.

Huang Rong’s delicate hand was so soft, grasping Wu Song’s great spear gave him immense pleasure.

"Did I hurt you?" Huang Rong glanced worriedly at Wu Song, quickly loosening her grip.

"No, no, it wasn’t painful, it was pleasurable." Wu Song replied with a smile.

Huang Rong breathed a sigh of relief, a charming smile spreading across her face, "Pleasure is good."

With that, her small hand grew bolder, grabbing Wu Song’s great spear, stroking it up and down, gazing at the crimson tip.

The massive size left her sighing once more, her throat working as she swallowed, wanting to taste but holding back, she glanced at Wu Song, "Uh, can I, can I taste it?"

Wu Song nodded with a smile, "No problem, though it might be a bit of a chore for Teacher Huang."

"No, no, it’s not a chore, it’s me who should thank you, for enriching my life experiences!" Huang Rong happily waved her hand, then grasped Wu Song’s great spear with both hands, her red lips eagerly parting, her tongue extending to lick the eye of his spear, tasting the honey-like fluid entering her mouth, savoring it slowly, and exclaiming in surprise, "What’s happening? Why isn’t it fishy? Instead, there’s a faint warm fragrance?"

The taste of a man’s spear was akin to a fishy smell, which girls who didn’t like fish generally couldn’t stand.

But Huang Rong, Teacher Huang, especially loved eating fish, believing the fishier the taste, the higher the protein content. Mentally prepared for a strong fishy odor, she was taken aback to find it wasn’t fishy at all, but rather fragrant, making her mouth water. Without waiting for Wu Song’s response, she eagerly took the crimson spearhead into her mouth.