The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 126

Chapter 126: Chapter 126

Wu Song immediately squinted comfortably, stroking Huang Rong’s fair and round buttocks.

This supreme beauty, truly beautiful.

After a bout of sucking, even Huang Rong was panting heavily, "I can’t go on. My skill has finally met its match today!" _{freew\ebno\vel..(c)om}

"Oh? What skill has Teacher Huang been practicing?" Wu Song curiously asked Huang Rong.

Han Yuxue practiced the skills of the Spiritual Snake Sect.

So what about Huang Rong?

"The Jade Sea Tide Flute." Huang Rong smiled proudly.

"What kind of skill is that?" Wu Song couldn’t understand.

"The skill of playing the flute." Huang Rong smiled ambiguously.

"The skill of playing the flute? Oh? Is it something like yoga then," Wu Song chuckled.

Yoga is also an art of the bedchamber, allowing a woman to reach a level of skill where she can perform various high-difficulty postures. Her honey cave must be able to contract and tighten, providing a unique experience for a man.

However, it focuses more on posture.

This Jade Sea Tide Flute, could it focus on the oral aspect?

Thinking of Huang Rong’s exquisite oral skills and unusually agile little cave.

Wu Song started to understand.

Huang Rong nodded with a smile, "Each has its own merits."

"Oh? It seems Teacher Huang is also a person with inheritance, is it an intangible cultural heritage?" Wu Song teased with a smile.

"Of course. I learned it from flipping through ancient books. Isn’t that a form of inheritance?" Huang Rong confidently said.

Wu Song nodded with a smile, "That’s indeed the case."

Huang Rong gazed at Wu Song, "What kind of divine skill do you have then?"

Wu Song laughed, "I have an innate divine skill."

"Innate talent?" Huang Rong became even more curious, "Is that the Extreme Yang Body?"

"Ancient texts say that my Jade Sea Tide Flute, when practiced to a high level, has few rivals. Only the Cyan Dragon Divine Spear of the Extreme Yang Body can be its match," Huang Rong stared at Wu Song with amazement, "Your big spear is just like a cyan dragon, and although my skill is not very profound, you can still defeat me completely without much skill of your own. You must be the Extreme Yang Body’s Cyan Dragon Divine Spear!"

Wu Song laughed heartily; he had already learned from Han Yuxue that he indeed was the Nine Yang Body’s Cyan Dragon Divine Spear.

Now Huang Rong mentioned the Extreme Yang Body.

Nine is the ultimate number.

Extreme Yang and Nine Yang, probably mean the same thing.

Wu Song smiled, "If you say so, then so be it. I don’t know either."

The Jade Sea Tide Flute compared to Han Yuxue’s, perhaps it’s a bit inferior.

Although the little cave technique is on par with Han Yuxue’s, it lacks the Replenishing Skill, making it a level lower.

"Ah, how fortunate I am, to have encountered the Cyan Dragon Divine Spear of the Extreme Yang Body." Huang Rong gazed at Wu Song with fascination, "From now on, you will truly be my precious treasure!"

"Aren’t you my little pet?" Wu Song stroked Huang Rong’s hair with a smile.

Huang Rong giggled, "Of course, you’re my big treasure, and I’m your little treasure. Any problem with that?"

"No problem, that’s great." Wu Song’s hand slid down from her hair to her slender waist, then under her skirt, feeling the edge of her stockings and tugging them down to touch her smooth buttocks.

Soft and tender, making one reluctant to let go.

Feeling the smooth buttock, he couldn’t help but want to explore along the cleft.

Wu Song naturally didn’t hesitate, sliding along the cleft and finding the quivering rosebud.

"Ah, don’t touch there," Huang Rong exclaimed softly, quickly clamping her buttocks to stop Wu Song from touching randomly.

"Oh? You only practiced the flute skills with your little cave, not your rosebud?" Wu Song’s fingers didn’t stop, rubbing her rosebud.

Huang Rong’s buttocks and rosebud trembled, a strange heat filled her heart, and her eyes brimmed with water, "My skills aren’t there."

"Haven’t practiced it yet? I can help you practice." Wu Song’s fingers began probing the rosebud.

"Ah, no, it hurts," Huang Rong cried out tenderly, her hips evading immediately.

Wu Song laughed, "So even Teacher Huang has a weak spot?"

Huang Rong panted, eyeing Wu Song coquettishly, "No one is perfect, it’s normal for me to have a weak spot, isn’t it?"

Wu Song nodded with a smile.

"As long as you enjoy my strong points," Huang Rong laughed.

Wu Song nodded, agreeing to Huang Rong’s words.

"Shall we go to my dormitory for a look?" Huang Rong stood up, withdrew the big spear, and quickly grabbed tissues to cover her little cave, wiping away the flowing honey and white syrup.

Wu Song also grabbed tissue to clean the spear.

After wiping up, Huang Rong placed some tissues under her little cave before sitting back in the driver’s seat.

She looked at Wu Song, "Want to give it a try?"

Speaking, she crossed her legs, rubbing them together.

Wu Song was stirred, "Your little sister doesn’t hurt anymore?"

"It’s much better... Of course, the main thing is the rare opportunity. After all, I don’t know when you’ll be in the city next time," Huang Rong said, somewhat unsatisfied.

Evidently, after experiencing Wu Song’s big spear once today, she got addicted. Though her little cave was somewhat swollen, she wanted another round, even if it meant a couple of days of swelling.

Wu Song wouldn’t tell Huang Rong he planned to visit weekly, to comfort Wu Xiaohong.

"So how often do you want me to visit?" Wu Song smiled, caressing Huang Rong’s thigh.

Huang Rong had already started the car, driving towards her dormitory.

"I hope you come every day," Huang Rong said coquettishly.

Wu Song laughed, "I’d love to have a daily session with Teacher Huang."

"Then you must come every day," Huang Rong said excitedly.

"After all, your village isn’t far from the city, just a half-hour drive."

Wu Song shook his head with a smile, "Sorry, I don’t have a car."

"You don’t have a car?" Huang Rong frowned slightly, "Then I’ll give you one."

Wu Song shook his head with a smile, "No need, I can’t accept gifts without merit."

"How is it without merit? You make me feel so good, it’s a huge merit. A car is nothing; I can buy you one today." Huang Rong said assertively, then pointed to her Su-7, "How about this car?"

"I don’t like it." Wu Song shook his head.

"Haha, I knew you wouldn’t like it. I have a spare BMW at home, come with me and take it." Huang Rong laughed, not surprised by Wu Song’s rejection of the Su-7.

"Oh? A BMW, nice." Wu Song nodded with a smile, BMW is indeed nice, and driving it would be enjoyable.

"Do you have a driver’s license?" Huang Rong asked.

"Uh, no." Wu Song shrugged.

"Really? A seasoned driver like you doesn’t have a license?" Huang Rong was quite surprised.

"I’m best at driving without a license." Wu Song grinned mischievously.

"You’re so naughty." Huang Rong patted Wu Song’s groin, then grabbed his spear head, rubbing it.

The car pulled up next to the dormitory building, and Huang Rong reluctantly let go of Wu Song’s spear head.

She opened the car door, bending over, causing her pencil skirt to slide up, revealing the lace-covered round bottom and a fleeting view of dark hair beneath.

"Get out of the car," Huang Rong said, seeing Wu Song still seated, prompting him.

Wu Song was speechless, pointing to his groin, "How can I get out like this?"

Huang Rong looked at Wu Song’s groin, seeing a large bulge, indeed not suitable for getting out.

Huang Rong’s eyes fluttered, taking a file bag from the back seat, handing it to Wu Song, "Here, cover it up."

Wu Song sighed, taking the file bag to cover the big tent below, before getting out.

Huang Rong giggled, mischievously tapping the file bag Wu Song held.

Causing Wu Song to inhale sharply.

Then she swayed her hips, leading the way.

Wu Song watched the swaying beauty in front of him, and when no one was around, he reached under her skirt, touching the plump abalone, feeling the hair and the moisture, making his heart flare up.