The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Chapter 32

Holy shit!

Wu Song couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

Damn, this woman has such a strong scent.

Did Zhang Xintong just touch herself?

"Ah... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to ask if you needed disinfection?" Zhang Xintong seemed thunderstruck, hurriedly pulling back her buttocks, turning around awkwardly to explain to Wu Song, but her bright eyes were moist and shiny.

But when her eyes glanced downward and saw Wu Song’s crotch, her heart skipped a beat, is it really that big?

Even through his pants, it’s that big. If he took off his pants, wouldn’t it be even bigger?

Her heart instantly felt tingly.

These past two years, as the family earned money, her husband went out and drifted around, indulging in eating, drinking, and gambling, squandering all the household provisions, making her left with nothing but barren land.

This left her feeling sullen and frustrated; today’s argument ignited over her wanting her husband to tend to the land, but he refused, sparking a dispute between the two.

Can you imagine a couple who hasn’t had any deep connection for months? When the woman wants the man to plow, he hesitates and resists, it clearly signals there is an issue.

Zhang Xintong had heard some rumors about her husband’s drifting, but she didn’t care, as long as he didn’t divorce and cause trouble at home.

But she never expected her own patch of land to become barren.

This cannot be tolerated.

As a result, they argued and parted angry.

Now, Wu Song pressing against her crotch made her feel extremely ashamed. After all, she had just felt a sense of desire and wanted her husband to plow, but he refused, leaving the liquid inside her little hole flowing everywhere.

She was worried, afraid Wu Song would notice.

Upon seeing Wu Song’s rolling pin, she was sure that he definitely noticed.

A surge of heat washed over her, thinking since the husband could stray and mess with other women, couldn’t she also mess with other men?

For example, this handsome, tall, and rugged little veterinarian in front of her?

Wu Song noticed Zhang Xintong staring at his crotch, her eyes glazed, and his heart fluttered. He smiled, "No need for disinfection, once I start, your chickens will be fine."

Zhang Xintong quickly withdrew her gaze, saying with a tingle in her heart, "Mm-hmm, I trust you, I know your medical skills are quite good."

"Then come in."

Zhang Xintong spoke with double meaning, letting Wu Song enter the chicken coop, but blocking the doorway herself, forcing Wu Song to squeeze through her if he wants to enter.

Wu Song’s mouth hinted a sly smile, "Then I’m coming in, are you ready?"

Zhang Xintong felt her heart heat up and cast a flirtatious glance at Wu Song, "I’ve prepared, so come on in."

Wu Song squinted his eyes, quickly reaching Zhang Xintong, leaning against her, and pressing his crotch firmly, making the rolling pin spike into Zhang Xintong’s crotch.

"Oh."

Zhang Xintong let out a soft exclamation, feeling her heart race, internally remarking, it’s really big and hard.

She liked it.

"Oh, are you okay?" Zhang Xintong deliberately cried, reaching out to support Wu Song but grasping Wu Song’s rolling pin.

Astonished again, the treasure of a woman indeed.

Once grabbed, she didn’t let go at all, instead feigning innocence to stare at Wu Song, "Sorry, the chicken coop entrance is a bit small." _{free we\bnove(l).com}

Wu Song was hard beyond belief, tightly staring at Zhang Xintong and saying, "A small entrance to the chicken coop isn’t the problem, just wonder if your entrance is small."

Saying this, Wu Song grabbed Zhang Xintong’s crotch, clutching the plump bulge there, pressing a finger right onto Zhang Xintong’s little hole.

"Oh."

Zhang Xintong’s body shook, her legs clamping Wu Song’s fingers tightly, saying tremblingly, "Maybe tend to the chicken first."

"No, I think we should tend to the chicken owner first." Saying so, Wu Song held Zhang Xintong’s crotch firmly, picked her up, and dove into the chicken coop.

"Ah."

Zhang Xintong cried out apprehensively, hurriedly clutching Wu Song’s neck, her legs tightly gripping his arm in fear of falling.

"You, you shouldn’t do this. There’s no space here." Zhang Xintong anxiously searched for a place, but there was nowhere suitable for action.

"How can there be no place?" Wu Song immediately set Zhang Xintong down, turning her back, having her hold onto the chicken cage in the shed, startling the hens inside to cluck loudly, as Wu Song swiftly ripped down Zhang Xintong’s pants, revealing the black lace panties, wrapping the plump and perky buttocks.

"Do you want to do it here?" Zhang Xintong saw Wu Song’s intention and hurriedly tried to dissuade him, "Don’t, it’ll frighten the chickens, they’ll lay soft eggs or even none."

"What’s to be scared of? I’ll sort it all out for you and make them cluck while laying eggs." Wu Song said, tore down Zhang Xintong’s panties, discovering the bottom was already a muddy mess, soaked thoroughly.

No wonder there’s such a strong seafood scent earlier.

Without a word, Wu Song rolled down his own pants, pulled out the rolling pin, aimed at Zhang Xintong’s little hole, and surged upward.

"Oh, why are you so big?" Zhang Xintong saw Wu Song’s rolling pin and couldn’t help but cry out lightly.

Despite expecting it to be big, she hadn’t imagined it would be this big.

"Can this work? Don’t break it, ah..." Zhang Xintong worriedly tried to tuck her butt inward to retreat, but Wu Song had already plunged in without hesitation.

"You, you’re too big, I’m going to tear!" Zhang Xintong cried out in pain, fervently lifting her butt to keep it from lower, feeling like she was pierced on a hot iron, not daring a single inch further.

Wu Song also groaned, feeling ecstatic to the point of bursting, realizing Zhang Xintong’s little hole was exceedingly tight, comparable to Wu Xiaohong, a younger girl.

"Your little hole is really tight, what’s going on? You haven’t had kids?" Wu Song curiously asked Zhang Xintong, diverting her attention while gradually moving inward.

Zhang Xintong inhaled continually, saying, "We, we don’t have kids, I had a miscarriage before and haven’t conceived since."

Wu Song nodded with some understanding, "Your husband hasn’t been unclogging the pipes lately either, right?"

Zhang Xintong answered bitterly, "That bastard’s been planting seeds outside. My land has been barren for a while now."

Wu Song chuckled and nodded.

Indeed.

Otherwise, as a married woman, Zhang Xintong’s little hole wouldn’t be this tight.

"Then today I’ll give it a good development." Saying so, Wu Song exerted force suddenly, thrusting fully inside.

"Ah..."

With a scream, Zhang Xintong startled the chickens in the coop clucking frantically.

Alarmed, Zhang Xintong quickly covered her mouth.

She turned to signal Wu Song with her eyes to ease his moves.

Wu Song inhaled deeply in ecstasy, nodding to acknowledge, as moving too aggressively might lead him to discharge too quickly.

Thus Wu Song began moving slowly.

The hot and soft folds wrapped around, bringing the rolling pin intense pleasure.

It made Wu Song’s scalp tingle, his lower back tremble, nearly discharging instantly.