The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 16

Chapter 16: Chapter 16

Wu Xiaohong asked suspiciously, "It really wasn’t you who filmed it?"

"If I filmed it, then I’m Blackie," Wu Song shot back immediately.

"Get lost, what kind of bullshit are you talking about." Wu Xiaohong spat at Wu Song, not letting him talk nonsense.

After all, if Wu Song was Blackie, then wouldn’t she, Wu Xiaohong, be Yellowie?

"Alright, cut it out, let’s hurry up and catch some fish," Sun Taoxiang called them over.

Wu Song and Wu Xiaohong both nodded and followed Sun Taoxiang to go fish catching.

After more than two hours, the three of them came back hauling another snakeskin bag full of fish.

Laughing and chatting, they made their way home.

But who would’ve thought, just as they reached the doorstep, Wang Damei kicked open Wu Song’s door and came out, blocking Wu Song’s path.

"Wu Song! Was it you who filmed that video?!" Wang Damei jabbed a finger at Wu Song’s nose and yelled angrily.

Her two big tits practically bounced out of control from the way she moved. _{fre ewebno(v)e\l.(c)om}

Wu Song stared at Wang Damei, not bothered by her tone or her question, but instead staring at her face and her tits, shocked in his heart.

Wu Dalin really is a damn bastard.

Leaving a top-shelf babe like Wang Damei at home and instead going to mess around with Widow Liu behind the barn.

Wang Damei used to be the famous village beauty back in her youth.

Now, even though she’s middle-aged, she’s kept herself up; skin white, tits high and perky—at a glance you’d think she was a woman just over twenty.

Walking with her daughter Wu Yuling, people even mistake them for sisters.

But Wu Dalin just leaves such a wife untouched and goes to bang that big black thing, Widow Liu.

"Wang Damei, you can eat bullshit food but don’t talk bullshit. You say I secretly filmed Wu Dalin, where’s your proof?" Wu Song stared at Wang Damei, excited but not the least bit panicked.

Wang Damei snapped, "Proof? Proof for what? That was in your family’s cornfield, who else could it be but you?"

Wu Song blew up at once: "What the fuck did you just say? My cornfield? That was my family’s cornfield? Shit, did they trample that big a patch down?"

Wang Damei was stunned, looked at Wu Song in confusion: "You didn’t know that was your cornfield?"

"Of course I didn’t! If I did, I’d have killed Wu Dalin! Fuck, my corn’s about to ripen and he trashed it? Fuck his wife!" Wu Song cursed Wu Dalin, absolutely furious.

Wang Damei froze, spat, "Watch your filthy mouth, you can fuck his mother if you want, but not his wife!"

"Oh, shut up. His mom’s dead, how the hell would I fuck her? If I can’t fuck his wife, I’ll fuck his daughter!" Wu Song shot back with no patience.

"That won’t fly either." Wang Damei hurriedly cut Wu Song off, angry: "Watch that filthy shit you spew! Doesn’t matter if it’s your cornfield or not, did you do the filming or not!"

"I didn’t do it!" Wu Song sure as hell wasn’t admitting to anything.

"Sure you didn’t! You damn dog bastard, still won’t come clean!" Wang Damei, pissed, lifted her hand to slap Wu Song.

Her two giant tits bounced and squashed together so much, nearly poking Wu Song in the face.

Wu Song narrowed his eyes, and struck first. He grabbed Wang Damei’s huge tit in one hand and squeezed hard.

Wang Damei gave a startled gasp, her lifted hand falling down as she grabbed Wu Song’s wrist in reflex, shouting, "Wu Song, you motherfucker, let go!"

"You motherfucker, still got the balls to curse me!" Wu Song not only held on but started groping even more.

Wang Damei was totally thrown off.

She was the wife of the village chief, for God’s sake.

All these years lording it up in the village, who ever dared disrespect her?

Especially some orphan bastard like Wu Song.

And now he had the guts to grab her tits.

Not only that, but fondle them too.

This is fucking outrageous!

Wang Damei was about to explode. She reached out to grab Wu Song’s face.

Wu Song was quick—dodged easily—and in the next second, his other hand grabbed her other tit.

No lie, Wang Damei’s tits were big and perky, and had some damn fine bounce to them.

Wu Song was honestly surprised.

Didn’t match her age at all.

Almost as firm as Sun Taoxiang’s.

No wonder they called her one of Wu Family Village’s top two beauties.

Wu Song squeezed harder, and Wang Damei’s attacks fell apart again, so furious she started clawing at Wu Song’s arms, trying to make him let go.

Wu Song wasn’t letting go, but now his arms stung with fire from her scratching.

Motherfucker.

Wu Song was burning pissed.

He scooped Wang Damei up around the waist and carried her into his own yard with big strides.

Wang Damei just froze for a second, actually forgetting to resist.

But once they were inside Wu Song’s house, she snapped out of it and started struggling like crazy.

Clawing furiously at Wu Song’s back.

Wu Song was even more pissed.

Bitch!

Today I’ll show you who’s boss.

Wu Song flipped her right onto the bed and pushed her down by the lower back, then started smacking her ass.

PAH!

Loud and crisp.

Wu Song was pissed as hell.

So he really laid into her.

Smacked Wang Damei’s ass till it was jiggling like crazy.

Wu Song froze for a moment.

Wang Damei’s ass was actually high and springy as hell.

Her cheeks squished tight together, too.

Every time Wu Song smacked down, felt like bouncing his hand against jello; the wiggle was addicting.

Wang Damei, from one slap, went a little wild, struggling and cursing like crazy.

"Fuck!"

Wu Song landed another smack.

Wang Damei kept cursing.

Wu Song kept spanking.

Wang Damei was fiery as hell, refusing to back down, even provoking Wu Song: "Go on, kill me if you got the balls! If you don’t, Wu Song, I’ll curse you to death!"

Wu Song squinted his eyes, staring at the stubborn and hateful face of Wang Damei.

"You think I can’t deal with you, bitch?" Wu Song was boiling with rage, dick already hard with it all.

Wang Damei, panting and taunting, said: "Deal with me? Wu Dalin can’t even handle me, you? Go back and fuck your mother!"

Motherfucker!

Wu Song fumed. He was an orphan and hated it when others insulted his folks.

He grabbed Wang Damei’s waistband and ripped her pants right off.

Wang Damei screamed in pain.

"Wu Song, you fucking bastard, gentler!" Wang Damei cursed at him through the pain.

But the next moment, she felt her lower back and ass go cold—looked back and saw her fat ass was out in full view.

Two snow-white, smooth cheeks, pressed tight together, no sign of years passing, instead full and round in a way words can’t do justice.

Wu Song stared, dumbstruck for a moment.

Way better than Su Guizhi’s little ass, anyway.

Only Sun Taoxiang’s hips could compare.

Wang Damei was stunned too; never thought she’d one day get her ass bared by Wu Song, that little bastard who had a mother but no upbringing.

And now he was admiring her like he was all excited.

Wang Damei was practically losing her mind, clawed at Wu Song and screamed, "Wu Song, you dumbass, put my clothes back on!"

HISS!

Wu Song burned with pain from her scratch.

The rage just exploded, ready to blow up completely.

"Put your clothes back on, you say?" Wu Song gritted his teeth.

"Fuck, I’m so damn mad right now! You want me to put them back on? I’ll put something else in!"

Wu Song cursed, then ripped Wang Damei’s pants right off. Her snow-white, round thighs were exposed, pressed with her beautiful ass, a dense patch of black bush cupping a pink little slit, that sweet peachy arch just barely showing, dripping with deadly temptation.

Wu Song’s cock got rock hard like a steel rod, yanked his own pants down, and with his dick, thick as a rolling pin, pressed it hard right against the sweet mouth of Wang Damei’s peachy hole.