The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 172

Chapter 172: Chapter 172

"Me?"

Wu Song continued to bluff, deliberately growling urgently: "Almost there, just hold on a little longer."

"Ah, I, I can’t hold it!" Sophie screamed, her body shivering violently, her butt shaking like a sieve, squeezing out water around Wu Song’s big gun.

Pleasured, Wu Song kept inhaling, almost unable to hold it in any longer.

Poof!

Slap!

Wu Song continued his vigorous thrusts.

Working Sophie to the point where her white juices overflowed, her honey flowed horizontally, her butt shook in waves, unable to support on the armrest box, she collapsed directly down.

Wu Song wanted to follow her down but couldn’t, hindered by the chair, he had no choice but to pull out his big gun.

Suddenly bringing out a stream of honey and white fluids, flowing down Sophie’s little hole, staining the abalone in a muddy mess.

And that little hole, after streaming out the white honey fluid, slowly began to close up.

It was still twitching slightly.

Clearly, the pleasure had reached its peak.

Sophie rolled her eyes and lay on the armrest box, her head against the back seat, unable to crawl under the seat.

Buzzing in her head, only one thought remained: Han Yuxue set her up.

She was naïve enough to think Han Yuxue was well-intentioned, reminding Wu Song to take care of her.

Who would have known the result would be like this?

This Wu Song is simply inhuman.

More beastly than beasts.

With her fighting capability, she was worked to oblivion, almost unable to get up, and Wu Song?

Still standing firm with no signs of slackening.

Is this still human?

Sophie turned back, her eyes blurry, staring at Wu Song, weakly asking: "Tell me, did you and Han Yuxue team up to set me up?"

Wu Song took a wet tissue and wiped his big gun, glancing at Sophie with a smile: "Sister Fei, what are you thinking? What kind of person do you think we are? Anyway, today’s situation, was it you who started it or me?"

Sophie became even more dejected.

Because provoking Wu Song, doing Wu Song in the car, she had started it.

Resulting in herself being worked to the point of collapse, what reason did she have to complain about Wu Song?

She couldn’t blame Han Yuxue either, right?

Even though she had guessed that Han Yuxue deliberately withheld crucial information.

She must have known how powerful Wu Song’s big gun was.

Deliberately not telling her.

Just wanted her to be embarrassed.

"Han Yuxue, nasty woman, I’m not done with you!" Sophie gritted her teeth secretly, then endured the numbness all over her body, the soreness in her small hole, and pushed against the rear seat to crawl up.

Pfft...

Yet due to pressure, the air inside her small hole was squeezed out, like a fart.

Just because Wu Song worked her hard, it hadn’t closed up for a long time, letting in air.

Not bothering to wipe, she struggled to pull up her underwear and pants with weak hands and feet.

Finishing this, she was exhausted with another sweat, sprawled in the seat, glancing at Wu Song, who sat energetically playing with his phone.

Sophie suddenly felt dejected, her chest aching.

For the first time, she couldn’t help but doubt; was it true that there’s only a worn-out ox, not a worn-out field?

What if it’s a mutant ox monster?

What if it ruins her field?

"Still going upstairs?" Wu Song glanced at Sophie.

Sophie felt annoyed and defiant.

But glancing at Wu Song’s crotch.

She felt a bit intimidated.

She had truly met her match.

Suddenly, a message beeped on her phone.

Sophie instinctively glanced at her phone, seeing it was from Han Yuxue.

"Feifei darling, how do you feel? Are you full yet?"

Sophie gritted her teeth, picked up her phone to reply, using voice directly: "Not full at all!"

Han Yuxue replied instantly: "What, not full yet? You sure know how to eat. Then keep eating, I won’t disturb your good time."

"Then farewell!" Sophie replied to the message, seeing Wu Song staring at her.

"What are you staring at? Think I’m afraid of you?" Sophie stubbornly retorted, challengingly staring at Wu Song.

Wu Song laughed: "Of course I know Sister Fei isn’t afraid, so shall we go up and continue?"

Sophie gritted her teeth: "Continue then!"

Then she started to get out of the car with her butt sticking out.

She seemed to strain her hole, letting out a painful groan, her body halted for a moment.

But she gritted her teeth and pushed the car door open to get out.

Swaying her butt towards the elevator.

Wu Song smiled and got out as well, following behind Sophie’s swaying butt.

Her perky butt sticking out attractively.

Wu Song’s palm itched, so he slapped it.

"Ah..."

Sophie screamed like she was assaulted, her whole body stiffening and fixing on the ground, she glared angrily at Wu Song: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Wu Song laughed: "Sister Fei, you’re wrongly accusing me, I couldn’t resist slapping because your butt looks so good. Why the big reaction?"

Sophie replied indignantly: "Why do you think? It’s all your fault for what you did."

"Oh, is that so? What good thing did I do?" Wu Song feigned ignorance.

Sophie was at a loss, looking at Wu Song helplessly, suddenly feeling that she had truly met her match.

Feeling unbearably uncomfortable and conflicted, as if Wu Song had really gotten her pregnant.

"What good thing? You made my butt hurt!" Sophie said, not daring to mention the fire in her little hole; else how could she battle Wu Song again? It would be indirect surrender.

"Your butt hurts? So how will we fight later? You can’t even use your butt!" Wu Song glanced at Sophie’s pert butt, showing a look of helplessness.

Sophie grunted: "Even without using the butt, it can still be done."

"Isn’t that bad? Not using the butt is boring! I like using the butt! If you don’t mind, I could use your asshole." Wu Song reached out, touching Sophie’s pert butt.

"Get lost! Dream on! Using my asshole! I..." Sophie was so frustrated she almost got an inner injury, wanting to retaliate against Wu Song, yet realizing that such a move would make her look inadequate, as if she feared Wu Song.

Wu Song smiled: "What’s wrong? Can’t use your asshole, Sister Fei?"

"Deal with the front end first before talking about the back!" Sophie stubbornly replied.

"No problem, I promise to satisfy the front end, Sister Fei." Wu Song laughed.

Sophie felt dejected, lowering her head to enter the elevator, Wu Song followed.

No one else was in the elevator, just the two of them.

The elevator served one unit.

But the elevator had surveillance.

Wu Song and Sophie behaved well, not wanting to broadcast live.

Exiting the elevator, arriving at Sophie’s dwelling.

The air carried Sophie’s scent.

The decor was stylish, just like her.

Wu Song closed the door, Sophie headed to the bathroom, her crotch muddied by Wu Song earlier, not wiped clean; now sticky and uncomfortable, she rushed to wash.

Wu Song followed inside, seeing Sophie take off her pants and underwear, holding the faucet, legs spread, rinsing her plump abalone.

While rinsing, she inhaled, hurriedly reducing the faucet’s spray speed, too strong a spray made the abalone sting.

"Sister Fei, where’s the discomfort? I’m a vet, I can help you take a look." Wu Song spoke, reaching out to grab Sophie’s pert butt, fingers pushing into her butt crack.