The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Chapter 29

No man could accept such a thing.

But Wu Dalin did.

Anyway, in the past decade, he hadn’t even touched Wang Damei’s ass.

If he couldn’t do it, then let someone else do it and save ten thousand yuan.

An absolute steal.

Huang Heihu was instantly excited, immediately throwing his arm around Wu Dalin like they were brothers, growing even more intimate.

The few of them continued eating and drinking.

Wang Damei nonchalantly walked out of the house.

She looked around carefully for anyone noticing, and slyly sneaked into Wu Song’s house.

Wu Song had just sent Wu Xiaohong home and was about to gather his things to go to the neighboring village to treat the chickens.

The family raised chickens, and when they got sick, they called Wu Song over.

But just then, he saw Wang Damei sneak in suspiciously.

Wu Song laughed slyly: "What is it? Aunt Damei, feeling itchy down there?"

Wang Damei blushed and cursed, "Nothing good ever comes from your mouth, I’ve got something serious to discuss."

"What’s so serious? Need me to plow your field?" Wu Song glanced at Wang Damei, who, having been nourished by him, was becoming more and more radiant and fair-skinned. At first glance, she looked just like Wu Yuling’s sister.

"Bah, I’m asking you, about you filming Wu Dalin and posting it in the group, was that you? Especially this morning’s video," Wang Damei asked anxiously.

"If you’re itchy down there, just say it. Don’t bring such irrelevant questions." Wu Song said as he moved closer to Wang Damei, one hand grabbing her breast while the other found its way to her ass.

Wang Damei hurriedly pushed Wu Song’s hand away, scolding: "Wu Dalin’s gotten some guys to deal with you, if it was you, just admit it. I can make him call off his people. Otherwise, they’ll come over and mess you up, and it’ll be too late to admit then."

Wu Song hesitated for a moment, then continued moving his hand to Wang Damei’s crotch, finding the soft bulge and began to massage.

Wang Damei squinted her eyes, quickly pushing Wu Song’s hand aside, breathless and angry: "Did you hear what I said?"

"Yeah, I heard. So what?" Wu Song didn’t care. He was terrifyingly strong now, not only could he have endless stamina with women, but doing men was no problem either.

In the heritage, there wasn’t just dual cultivation techniques, but also methods to treat birds and beasts, even ways to treat humans, with martial arts being just one aspect.

So Wu Song wasn’t worried about Wu Dalin getting people to come after him.

But Wang Damei was worried.

She pushed Wu Song’s hand continuing to touch her breast aside, angrily saying: "Do you think I’m lying to you?"

"Of course you’re not lying to me. Aunt cares for me from the heart." Wu Song said as he lifted Wang Damei’s top, revealing two trembling big breasts, held up by her bra, appearing all the more voluptuous,

Wu Song nonchalantly released one, lowering his head and biting it.

"Stop messing around, they’re really drinking at my house and could come over to deal with you any minute." Wang Damei moaned, her breath rapid, her arousal rising, yet unwilling to let Wu Song stop, she even grabbed his hair, pushing her breast further into his mouth.

"Let them come, what’s there to be afraid of." Wu Song was indifferent, continuing on.

Wang Damei’s whole body went limp from it, her crotch started getting wet, yet she was still worried: "You’re really not afraid? That’s Black Tiger and Brother Tiger."

"Don’t mention Brother Tiger, even if a real tiger came, I’d handle it all the same." Wu Song said carelessly, his hand delving into Wang Damei’s waistband, touching her ass crack, finding it sticky and wet; Wang Damei was already this damp.

Wu Song’s heart fluttered as he pulled Wang Damei towards the room.

Wang Damei panicked, struggling: "Don’t do this, they could show up any time, we can’t do this."

But Wu Song paid no mind to her protests, grabbing Wang Damei and bringing her into his room, pinning her against the door, pulling down her pants in the next moment, exposing a plump, snow-white bottom,

smacking it with a slap, Wu Song commanded: "Arch your back."

Wang Damei, frantic, pleaded: "Don’t, they’re really going to come..."

But she obediently arched her back, revealing her plump vulva, the dense bush already dampened by her oozing wetness.

Just making it convenient for Wu Song to enter.

So Wu Song lowered his own pants, releasing his vigorous rod and, without question, pushed it into Wang Damei’s warm entrance.

"Ah ah..."

Wang Damei cried out as he hit home.

Her buttocks clenched immediately, not daring to stick out.

It was really too thick and long; even arching it would reach deep inside.

"Stop poking, it’s too deep!" Wang Damei warned Wu Song as her butt tightened.

Wu Song didn’t care about such things, just thrusting.

Pinning Wang Damei’s rear, he relentlessly thrust, until Wang Damei’s legs went weak with her screaming, her crotch a muddy mess, her juices mixing with Wu Song’s shaft, until she started rolling her eyes.

Wu Song didn’t stop then.

Until the door was kicked open by Wu Dalin and Huang Heihu, Wu Song finally halted, the rattling door finally calming down.

And Wang Damei, having been pounded into dizziness, was nearly slumped against the door.

But she finally breathed a sigh of relief, having climaxed twice already, with Wu Song still thrusting, a third was imminent, yet he stopped, leaving her looking at him questioningly, secretly thinking this beast finally couldn’t continue.

Smack...

Wu Song pulled out, a wet, sliding sound echoing.

The whole length of his hot, steaming member sprung in the air, emitting a deadly aura.

"Mmm..."

Wang Damei moaned out of instinct, feeling empty both in body and soul, her body slipping down involuntarily, glancing over her shoulder, catching sight of Wu Song’s ominous spear, heart aflutter, hurriedly averting her gaze.

But she was puzzled, Wu Song clearly hadn’t climaxed, so why stop?

Soon after, she heard shouting from outside: "Wu Song, get out here!"

Wang Damei jolted awake, murmuring: "Wu Dalin and his lot are here!"

Scared, she bit back her fatigue, hurriedly pulling herself up, trying to pull up her pants, but her fingers were weak, failing to do so after several attempts.

Wu Song, however, grabbed her by the butt, moving her to the side of the table, whispering: "Hide well."

Then he pulled up his pants, opened the door, and walked out.

"Wu Song, you bastard, what were you doing in there all this time!" Wu Dalin angrily shouted at Wu Song.

"Nailing your wife!" Wu Song straightforwardly admitted, unperturbed.

Inside, Wang Damei’s face went pale with panic.

Though addicted to Wu Song, despising Wu Dalin, she didn’t want to be caught in the act in front of others.

But Wu Dalin clearly didn’t believe him, thinking Wu Song was insulting him.

Angrily: "Wu Song, do you really think I can’t kill you?"

Wu Song scoffed: "Kill me? Haha, believe it or not, after I do your wife, I’ll do your daughter too, huh?"