The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 173

Chapter 173: Chapter 173

"Ah, don’t move." Sophie was startled and hurriedly removed Wu Song’s fingers.

She didn’t dare let Wu Song touch further down.

At this moment, not only was her little hole burning, but her sensitive spot was also being tugged by Wu Song, causing an uncomfortable heat and pain, and she didn’t want to be touched there.

Wu Song chuckled and extended his fingers again. Sophie quickly dodged, shifting her butt away and then facing Wu Song, she chided, "What do you want to do?"

"Of course, I want to do you, Sister Fei. What’s up with you? Weren’t you so eager in the restaurant earlier? Now that I’m here to satisfy you, why are you suddenly being reserved?" Wu Song pretended not to understand as he gazed at Sophie.

Sophie’s mouth twitched; she didn’t dare admit that she was burning down there, so instead, she pushed Wu Song out: "Ah, don’t touch a girl’s private areas; it’s not sanitary. Let me handle it myself, and then I’ll take care of you, okay?"

Wu Song went with the flow and walked out, not pushing Sophie further. Otherwise, it would backfire, and it wouldn’t be good if she really got angry.

Wu Song sat down on the sofa in the living room, circulated True Qi through his eyes, opening his X-ray Vision to look at Sophie in the bathroom.

Sophie looked frustrated, washing her front and back and cleaning with feminine hygiene products, then carefully wiping herself dry.

She glanced at the living room with a resentful expression as if looking at Wu Song, but she stood naked in the bathroom, not daring to come out.

Wu Song looked down at the plump clam between her thighs, her sexy black hair already clean-shaven, the pink clam slightly swollen, especially the opening, which was more noticeably inflamed.

Evidently, Wu Song’s vigorous action earlier made her climax three times, causing quite a bit of friction on her clam.

Sophie picked up her phone and sent another message to Han Yuxue.

"Damn Han Yuxue, what’s with Wu Song?"

Han Yuxue replied instantly: "What’s the matter? Isn’t he a fine young gun you can’t get enough of? Why ask me?"

"Stop being so cryptic. Tell me, he’s so skilled, how do you handle him?"

"What do you mean, ’how do I handle him?’ Aren’t you supposed to conquer him? Go on then, I’m waiting for you to make him surrender."

Sophie’s still aching, so she had no choice but to relent: "I’m no match for him; I give up... Quickly, tell me how to make him calm down? And without degrading me."

"Oh, come on? Feifei, you never put men in your eyes. No man can withstand your seductive waist. What’s happening today?"

"Stop rambling, I was just being cocky before. Today I admit defeat." Sophie replied to Han Yuxue with frustration, "Quickly tell me what to do."

"Alright, since you finally have a proper attitude, I’ll give you some guidance." Han Yuxue’s message finally gave Sophie some hope.

Sophie eagerly anticipated, urging, "Quickly, tell me."

"Tell you? You came in acting like a queen wanting to conquer him, riding high. If he doesn’t put you in your place, who will?" Han Yuxue scolded Sophie first.

Sophie bit her lip in frustration without retorting and replied with an obedient nod emoji.

"Even if there were two of you, you wouldn’t be his match," Han Yuxue said again.

"That impressive?" Sophie gasped, finding it hard to believe.

"Of course, I’m speaking from experience. Not even with Yingying and I combined could we handle him. Do you think you have more stamina?" Han Yuxue teased.

Sophie was silent.

As open and fond of men as she was, at this moment, she could only admit defeat and acknowledge encountering a master.

"What should I do? That rascal played the fool to bully me, and now he’s making my sis burn and wants to do me from behind. Ugh, I’m gonna die!" Sophie replied in anguish.

"Hey, you should use a two-prong approach then. If your sis can’t take it, use your backdoor. Didn’t you train that specifically? What are you afraid of? It’s time to test your endurance," Han Yuxue smirked mischievously.

"You..." Sophie was speechless.

But subconsciously, she tightened her butt, genuinely feeling a bit eager. Not only did she train her little hole with bottles, but she also trained her backside.

If she employed a two-prong approach, she might not be afraid of Wu Song after all.

Sophie dropped her phone, gritting her teeth, determined not to be defeated by this and tarnish her reputation, making herself a subject of ridicule for Han Yuxue and Lin Yingying in the future.

If she could conquer Wu Song today, both Han Yuxue and Lin Yingying would have to call her "Sister" and bow down willingly.

Sophie steeled herself, ditching her pants, grabbed a bottle of Vaseline, and sauntered out, swaying her hips.

Since her front side was temporarily unviable, she would use her backside to wear Wu Song down. The tightness there offered more vitality, surely able to make Wu Song unable to hold out.

After all, she had already worn Wu Song down quite a bit in the car earlier.

"Little brother, do you really want to try my backdoor?" Sophie provocatively challenged Wu Song as she walked towards him.

The plump clam swaying between her legs was indeed enticing, causing Wu Song’s gun to stiffen instantaneously, propping up his pants.

"Sister Fei, did you clean your backdoor?" Wu Song inquired excitedly.

Sophie shot Wu Song a sidelong glance, scolding, "Do you know how to use proper terms? It’s called a garden, you know?"

"Oh, the garden, huh? So, Sister Fei, did you clean your garden? I need to inspect it," Wu Song said, reaching out for Sophie’s pert backside.

By now, Sophie was close to Wu Song, dodging his grasp but seizing his gun head through his pants, rubbing it.

She aimed to exhibit her skills, wearing Wu Song down with her hands and mouth first. Once he couldn’t handle her hand-mouth technique anymore, she’d launch a strong assault with her garden, and Wu Song would surely be overwhelmed.

With that in mind, Sophie intensified her hand motions.

"Crap, it’s unbearable, Sister Fei, stop doing that to me," Wu Song, feeling uncomfortable from her actions through his pants, hurriedly removed Sophie’s naughty hand.

Sophie chuckled, then crouched, grabbing the waistband of Wu Song’s pants with a seductive smile: "Then let Sister help you take them off?"

Wu Song, unaware of Sophie’s scheme, cooperated by removing his pants.

Shwing, the huge black gun sprang out, bobbing before Sophie, exuding noticeable masculinity along with her own scent.

Sophie stared at the black gun, still excited yet unable to underestimate or covet it, but rather became serious.

Her small hand grasped the gun barrel, beginning to stroke and coax it warmly and rhythmically, making Wu Song’s gun head flush red and searing, increasingly conspicuous and menacing, emitting a vigorous aura.

Sophie took a deep breath, parted her red lips, enveloping the gun head in her mouth, then used her hand and mouth together; as her hand stroked, her mouth sucked and moved, her tongue swirling around the gun head’s grooves, launching a full-on assault on Wu Song’s big gun.