The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Chapter 137

"What does it have to do with you?" Zhang Xintong said, feeling guilty, "Hurry up and bring the stuff over!"

Wang Yanni was dying to know what was going on inside.

Because she could tell that the woman inside was thoroughly enjoying being screwed.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be making such sounds.

This reminded her of the times when Wu Song was screwing her.

From her years of experience, to be screwed like that, the man had to be quite powerful.

She’d only seen it on Wu Song.

Could the man inside be Wu Song? _{f.re(e) w.e(b)nov el.c.om}

It shouldn’t be, right?

Wu Song wouldn’t deceive her like that.

She glared at Zhang Xintong with dissatisfaction. If it wasn’t for Wu Song’s orders to deliver the stuff, she wouldn’t want to deal with Zhang Xintong, the little slut.

Wang Yanni swayed her hips as she walked out.

Zhang Xintong spat discreetly. What a tramp, her hips swayed like a bitch in heat.

After cursing Wang Yanni, she saw the bedroom door open, and Wu Song swaggered out with his big rod, still fearsomely hard like a pillar.

It was still steaming, with a generous amount of nectar on it.

Clearly, it had just been pulled out from Zhang Xinran’s little pussy.

Zhang Xintong felt her heart tighten, her cheeks flushed, and her legs clamped unconsciously. Her barely calmed little hole started to get wet again.

"Oh my, why’d you come out like that? What if someone sees?" Zhang Xintong rushed to cover the doorway, worried that someone might see Wu Song like this.

Yet her eyes couldn’t help but stay glued to Wu Song’s big rod.

Wu Song walked to the washbasin and started rinsing the big rod under the faucet.

Like a regular person washing their hands, he cleaned the big rod, dried it with a towel, and tucked it back in his pants.

He glanced at Zhang Xintong and said, "When she brings the stuff over, just take it and use it. Don’t worry about anything else."

Saying this, Wu Song walked out.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Xintong asked instinctively.

"Just tending to some matters," Wu Song replied without turning back.

Zhang Xintong felt a sense of loss, like she’d lost a precious treasure.

She rushed back to the bedroom, pushed open the door, and saw Zhang Xinran lying limp on the bed, bones seemingly gone, with her white butt sticking out, messy black hair, swollen and flushed nether regions completely exposed, still leaking nectar and creamy juices from her little hole.

On closer inspection, she could see the little hole still trembling slightly.

Clearly, she’d been screwed to her utmost pleasure.

Zhang Xintong snapped lightly at the raised butt, "Could you have a bit of ambition? Don’t be so greedy! Be careful not to wear yourself out!"

Zhang Xinran weakly rolled her eyes, grumbled, "With how many women he’s got now, getting a turn isn’t easy. If I don’t get my fill, should I eat just half-full, then be hungry and turn to cucumbers? I don’t want to eat those cold things."

Zhang Xintong paused for a moment, realizing she’d slightly miscalculated. She should’ve let him give a bit more, even if her little hole had to endure some pain, better than starving later.

"Why didn’t you warn me?" Zhang Xintong grumbled, slapping Zhang Xinran’s butt a little harder this time, causing her little hole to twitch.

Zhang Xinran cried out in pain, "Zhang Xintong, get lost!"

Zhang Xintong huffed, "You didn’t warn me!"

"You abandoned me first! I asked you to save me, and you didn’t! Why would I warn you?" Zhang Xinran retorted angrily.

Zhang Xintong’s mouth moved as if realizing it was true.

But she was still dissatisfied, "But we can’t let Wang Yanni, the slut, have it easy!"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Zhang Xinran asked, confused, not knowing what had happened earlier.

Though Wu Song had made a phone call in front of her.

She was too dazed from being screwed to hear clearly.

Zhang Xintong explained the situation with Wang Yanni.

Zhang Xinran was instantly furious, "That slut! Still dare to entice him!"

She pinched Zhang Xintong with disdain, "Useless thing! If you hadn’t run away, would that slut have had a chance!"

Zhang Xintong squealed in pain, quickly freeing herself from Zhang Xinran’s fingers, "What do you think would’ve happened if I’d held out longer?" His power, could it be drained by us? Even if I’d let him screw me for another hour, we might not defeat him."

Zhang Xinran’s mouth moved, reluctant to admit Zhang Xintong’s claim, but the truth was undeniable.

Wu Song’s strength was such that the sisters couldn’t handle him.

"But we don’t want to let Wang Yanni, the slut, have it easy!" Zhang Xinran cursed, annoyed.

"Should we spread the word about her affair? Let Old Zhang deal with her!" Zhang Xintong eyed, coldly suggesting.

Zhang Xinran blinked, darted a glance at Zhang Xintong, "But wouldn’t that trouble Wu Song? What if Old Zhang causes trouble for him?"

"Hmph, Old Zhang’s a wimp, no match for him. Even if he knows, he can’t do anything to him!"

"Besides, it’s his wife being a slut, not Wu Song’s fault. Old Zhang should get that." Zhang Xintong scoffed.

"Old Zhang doesn’t get that crap! Wait and see," Zhang Xinran still disagreed.

"Fine." Zhang Xintong nodded, realizing it might be inappropriate. If Wu Song discovered that they’d spread the news, they’d regret it.

Wu Song was unaware that after he left, the sisters were plotting against Wang Yanni.

Walking down the street, Wu Song didn’t want Wang Yanni to see him heading to the vet clinic.

Suddenly, he noticed a patrol car drive by with Lao Gao Gao Dalong inside. In the passenger seat, seemed a captivating figure.

Wu Song’s heart fluttered; was it Song Mengtian?

They hadn’t contacted in days, and the sweet policewoman hadn’t reached out either. So calm.

Wasn’t she itching below?

Wu Song walked towards the patrol car.

Blocking the patrol car’s path.

Lao Gao angrily honked.

But upon seeing Wu Song blocking the way, his gaze turned strange, feeling a bit guilty for conning Wu Dalin out of two thousand bucks, leveraging Wu Song.

Now, seeing Wu Song in the way, worried if Wu Song knew.

Quickly hit the brakes, deliberately kept a stern face, "What the hell? Asking for death? Not afraid of getting hit?"

Wu Song glanced at Gao Dalong, half-smiling, "Then why don’t you keep off the brakes and hit me?"

Gao Dalong was furious, "You think I wouldn’t dare?"

Beside him, Song Mengtian suddenly spoke, her voice sweet and joyful, "Master, you head back for now; I’m getting off. He’s here for me."

Saying this, under Gao Dalong’s bewildered gaze, Song Mengtian opened the car door, disregarding his shocked look, and hugged Wu Song’s arm, pressing her full, towering breasts against him.

"Haven’t seen you in days, missed me?" Song Mengtian, bold and unreserved, stared at Wu Song, eyes full of desire. If not on the street, Wu Song wondered if she’d pounce on him.

Wu Song didn’t waste words, leaned down, and kissed Song Mengtian.

Song Mengtian eagerly responded.

Her tongue flicked out, entwining with Wu Song’s.

Gao Dalong was at wit’s end, quickly got out of the car, shouting, "What are you guys doing? Get back in the car!"

Wu Song and Song Mengtian quickly broke apart.

Gao Dalong glared at Wu Song and told Song Mengtian, "I’ll walk back. You drive yourself back!"

Song Mengtian smiled awkwardly, "Thanks, Master."

Then pulled Wu Song into the car.

Letting Wu Song take the passenger seat, she drove to the police station.

Leaving Gao Dalong trailing behind, on foot.

While appearing to drive seriously, Song Mengtian suddenly reached over, her hand finding and grasping the big rod through Wu Song’s trousers.