The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 216

Chapter 216: Chapter 216

Wu Song’s heart burned with desire. Without another word, he grabbed his Cyan Dragon Spear and pressed it against the plump, swollen pussy, giving it a little rub. Instantly, his tip was coated with sticky, slick nectar. The next second, the head slipped right to the entrance, and he sank down, thrusting forward with his hips, pushing straight in along the opening.

But he was blocked right at the entrance—the narrow, tender passage teased him with silent allure and extreme temptation.

Wu Song curled up the corner of his mouth, dug in his waist, straddled her low, and charged straight in. The next moment, his spear broke through the barrier in one hard thrust, burying itself to the root.

"Ah..."

The intense fullness and shock made Qi Siyan moan out loud, completely forgetting her pride. Her peach-shaped ass shrank away from Wu Song, trying desperately to keep him from going even deeper; she just couldn’t take it.

Wu Song immediately grabbed Siyan’s slender waist, forcing himself in. His abs pressed down tightly on her raised ass, the spear head hitting the sweet spot deep in her pussy—he almost wished he could shove his balls inside too.

"Ah..."

Siyan’s whole body trembled, waves of fragrant sweat pouring out. The pleasure hit so hard she was about to climax instantly.

Wu Song was groaning in bliss too, speeding up his thrusts with wild abandon.

"Ah... Stop, stop, please! I can’t take it anymore!" Siyan looked back in agony, shaking her head and begging Wu Song to stop.

But Wu Song had no intention of stopping. He powered through a wild barrage, making Siyan roll her eyes and tremble as she went limp, her upper body helplessly sprawled across the sofa like her back was broken.

Her ass only stuck up even higher.

Wave after wave of Yin Essence flooded out, making Wu Song feel incredible as he soaked it all up.

With a "Cyan Dragon Diving in the Sea," Wu Song thrust deep one last time and shot out a thick jet of Yang Essence...

"Ah..."

Splayed out, Siyan let out a low moan, shuddered violently, and truly passed out cold.

Wu Song sighed in satisfaction, holding Siyan’s ass tightly, not wanting to let go for a long, long time.

After a while.

Wu Song gave another satisfied sigh and slowly pulled out.

Siyan gradually woke up too, moaning non-stop as Wu Song withdrew from her.

Pop.

At last, they separated, disconnected at last.

Yet the spear was still swaying tall in the air, not showing a single hint of exhaustion.

Siyan could only let out another whimper, staying flat on her stomach, her snowy ass in the air. Her well-fucked pussy was still slightly parted, oozing out thick nectar and white cream, trickling down her slit and between her cheeks.

Wu Song sighed contentedly, picked up his teacup, took a sip of hot tea, sat on the sofa, scooted the trash can underneath, and spat out a mouthful of tea to rinse his spear.

"Fuck, that was good!"

Wu Song shook his head contentedly.

He suddenly wanted a smoke.

But unfortunately, he didn’t have any on him, nor were there any in the tearoom.

Wu Song looked at Siyan.

Siyan was awake again.

But she was so weak she couldn’t move, still sprawled out with her snowy ass lifted to the side on the sofa, showing off her perfect hourglass figure without shame,

making Wu Song instantly feel riled up, eager for another round.

Wu Song reached over to caress Siyan’s snowy ass. Smooth, delicate—there was simply no way to describe how amazing it felt. He just couldn’t let go of her.

Feeling Wu Song’s hand, Siyan jumped and hurriedly looked up at him, then spotted the still rock-hard spear. She gasped in fear, "How are you still that hard?"

Wu Song grinned proudly. "I can stay hard as long as I want—do you believe it?"

"Stay hard forever?" Siyan yelped in shock again.

She covered her ass in panic, scared out of her mind. "I—I can’t go anymore, you—find another way, please!"

Wu Song flashed an evil grin. "Another way? How about with that cute little mouth of yours?"

Siyan quickly shook her head. "My mouth’s not gonna work either. Last time I sucked you my lips went numb—I couldn’t even make you cum. Now you just finished, you’ll be even stronger. There’s no way I can handle it. You better think of something else."

"Something else? Like what?" Wu Song played dumb, asking on purpose.

Siyan pouted, "Don’t tell me you don’t know?"

Wu Song shrugged, "Why would I know?"

Siyan shot Wu Song a helpless glance—she didn’t believe for one second he didn’t know. With his monster Cyan Dragon Spear and that insane stamina, if he didn’t have girls relieving him regularly, he’d probably go crazy and end up doing time for something stupid.

But Wu Song wouldn’t say it—he wanted Siyan to say it herself.

Siyan pouted, "You can find another woman!"

Wu Song feigned shock. "Find another woman? That’s your ’other way’?"

"What else? How else do you expect me to handle you?" Siyan pouted. "If you’ve got another idea, you let me know and I’ll do my best."

"I’m so innocent, I can’t think of any other solutions! Especially since I just finished with you—how could I possibly start thinking about someone else now?" Wu Song put on his most sincere, honest face.

Siyan broke out in a cold sweat. She’d have to be an idiot to buy that. With Wu Song’s Cyan Dragon Spear and insane power, if no one relieved him regularly, he’d go nuts, maybe even get locked up for years.

But right now, she had no choice—she couldn’t really encourage Wu Song to, barely finished with her, not even dressed yet, go after another woman?

But she had to do it.

Because one woman just couldn’t handle him. If they went again, she was sure her pussy would tear apart.

She was already burning, feeling on fire. She’d reached her absolute limit—if they went anymore, she’d be split, or at least swollen to hell.

That’d be such a tragedy.

She’d enjoyed it already.

No need to end up in agony after that. That would be plain foolish.

"I give you permission to think about other women." Siyan took a deep breath, putting all the blame on herself.

"You really think like that?" Wu Song pretended to be shocked as he looked at Siyan.

Siyan pouted, "Yeah, what, you wanna fuck me to death or something?"

"Come on, am I that kind of guy? Aside from making you feel incredible, I’d never do anything to hurt you."

"So, when your pussy just can’t handle it anymore, I’ll think about using your little mouth—or maybe your cute butt. I’d never go after another woman."

Siyan thought Wu Song was talking shit, but she was honestly a little touched. Suddenly, she stared at Wu Song in shock: "What did you say? My mouth...and my ass?"

She squeezed her ass even tighter.

Shaking her head while protesting, "No, no way—my mouth, fine, maybe. But my ass? Absolutely not." Siyan shook her head nervously, instinctively shifting so her butt wasn’t pointed at Wu Song.

Watching her panic like that, Wu Song just got even more turned on inside.

"Then tell me, why not?" Wu Song stroked Siyan’s ass, his voice gentle and coaxing.

But even with that gentle tone, Siyan felt all tense. She shook her head quickly, "I—I have hemorrhoids."

Funny enough, having hemorrhoids was suddenly a blessing in disguise.

"You have hemorrhoids?" Wu Song looked doubtfully at her ass. "No way. I remember you don’t have any."

"How would you know?" Siyan was stunned.

"When I was fucking you just now, I spread your cheeks and checked—your little rosebud is pink and cute. Definitely no hemorrhoids." Wu Song grinned wickedly, his finger sliding between Siyan’s ass cheeks.