The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Chapter 37

"Ugh..."

Zhang Xintong almost vomited, but she forcibly held it in.

Not only did she not throw up, she ate with even more vigor.

She was angry with her sister Zhang Xinran, so she treated Wu Song with extra zeal.

She wanted to drain Wu Song first and see how Zhang Xinran would still enjoy herself.

Wu Song was unaware of Zhang Xintong’s thoughts.

He was thoroughly enjoying himself under Zhang Xintong’s efforts, squinting with pleasure as he held her head and grabbed her hair, encouraging her to continue.

After all, whichever sister indulged him, it was all the same.

Ultimately, Zhang Xintong was no less than Zhang Xinran, with her pretty face and flirtatious curves, it was genuinely exhilarating.

Zhang Xintong, relentless in her efforts, still couldn’t draw Wu Song out. _{f.re(e) w.e(b)nov el.c.om}

Instead, she ended up dizzy with aching cheeks, so she spat out and took the initiative to turn around, bend over, take off her shorts, revealing a graceful pair of cheeks and a luscious clam between them, already muddy and wetting the grass.

"Come and do me!"

Zhang Xintong shook her hips, signaling Wu Song to hurry up and enter her.

Wu Song naturally didn’t hold back.

Only a fool would hold back from such beauty.

He then aimed his rolling pin at the nectar hole, thrust a few times, covering the head in honey liquid, and only then spread Zhang Xintong’s buttocks wider to insert the head.

He pushed through layers of wet, hot folds, the rolling pin tightly squeezed, making Wu Song almost shout with pleasure.

And Zhang Xintong couldn’t help but moan, clenching her buttocks, afraid to let Wu Song enter completely. Even so, she still felt as if she was being nearly pierced through.

"This position penetrates too deep, can’t do it, let’s change it inside," Zhang Xintong was unable to withstand, as Wu Song was both thick and long, and she couldn’t handle it in the front, much less in the back with this position; it was too deep, practically hitting the flower heart. She couldn’t take it.

Zhang Xintong held Wu Song as they moved into the room, remaining connected along the way.

Wu Song wanted to withdraw, but Zhang Xintong wouldn’t allow it.

With her buttocks raised, she moved into the room.

Once inside on the large bed, they both lay down, Zhang Xintong lifted her legs, letting Wu Song enter from the front.

Wu Song held Zhang Xintong’s legs, resting them on his shoulders, spreading the small wings at the entrance of those cheeks, he again pushed in.

Zhang Xintong couldn’t help but squeeze her legs, not allowing Wu Song to thrust too deep,

Wu Song then no longer delved deeply, repeatedly retreating and advancing.

Zhang Xintong clamped her legs, testing the depth, not allowing Wu Song to go too deep, or he would hit the uterus.

Wu Song gave his all, lifting his head to notice the wedding photo of Zhang Xintong and her husband on the wall.

His heart fluttered immediately,

It was exhilarating.

He worked with even more intensity.

Slap, slap, slap...

Wu Song struck vigorously.

Sending Zhang Xintong to the peak of ecstasy.

The twitching, squeezing hole nearly made Wu Song unable to hold back from spraying.

But he still held it in.

Zhang Xintong wouldn’t have it.

Her goal was to drain Wu Song, if Wu Song didn’t release, wouldn’t her efforts go to waste?

She gritted her teeth and exerted herself once again in shaking, no longer clenching her legs, spreading them apart, swaying her waist, while the hole squeezed and sucked hard, making Wu Song’s lower back start to go numb, uncontrollably thrusting hard.

Bam, bam, bam...

Hitting so fiercely the bed groaned painfully.

Following Wu Song’s fierce penetration, he thrust deeply and no longer withdrew, almost pushing the balloon in as well.

Zhang Xintong couldn’t help but scream.

It was too deep, the flower heart was being hit open.

Pow!

Wu Song erupted intensely.

Like bullets hitting Zhang Xintong’s flower heart.

Each hit made Zhang Xintong scream and shiver.

Also made her scream with delight.

Not only physically but she felt utterly satisfied.

Thinking she drained Wu Song, how could Zhang Xinran still do anything?

Finally, Wu Song’s bullets were depleted.

Zhang Xintong was completely limp.

Threads of Yin Qi also entered Wu Song’s body from her.

Wu Song not only didn’t feel tired, but rather felt refreshed.

This is the power of Yin Yang Dual Cultivation.

After exhausting himself, not only not being weary but revitalized, his stamina recovering, and True Qi even increasing.

Zhang Xintong was so limp her fingers didn’t want to move an inch.

Yet she saw Wu Song energetic and intimidatingly robust.

Completely against common sense.

Usually, after ejaculation, a man would be exhausted and need some time to slowly recover.

"Can you still go on?" Zhang Xintong couldn’t help but ask.

If he could keep going, wouldn’t her efforts be wasted?

"Oh? You haven’t had enough?" Wu Song looked at Zhang Xintong’s hole closing bit by bit, pinched the sensitive spot above and rubbed it.

Zhang Xintong shuddered instantly, the hole contracted slightly, she retorted, "Stop messing around, it’s about to swell."

Having been done twice consecutively by Wu Song, Zhang Xintong felt like she was falling apart, especially her hole, fiercely sore, numb and hot; it’ll likely swell soon, every spot overly sensitive, a mere touch made it unbearable.

Wu Song no longer teased Zhang Xintong, took tissues from the bedside to wipe the rod clean, then pulled up his pants, took paper and pen to write a prescription for Zhang Xintong,

"Follow this recipe, go to the county’s Chinese medicine store to get the herbs," said Wu Song, "then patch those holes in your chicken coop, don’t let any other weasels or snakes get in."

Zhang Xintong glanced at the prescription and remarked, "Doesn’t matter, I don’t want to raise chickens anymore, that bastard husband is not human. I work hard raising chickens, selling eggs for money, he uses them to fill other women’s vagina! I’m being foolish, still diligently raising chickens!"

Wu Song laughed, "Oh? That’s your business, I wouldn’t dare interfere."

"Bah, you made me like this saying you wouldn’t meddle?" Zhang Xintong responded irately.

"Haha, I only handle the deed, your couple’s issue, you make your own decision," Wu Song chuckled, stood up, and left.

The play is done, the affair sent, but when it comes to divorce, he doesn’t meddle.

He also doesn’t take over.

Zhang Xintong watched Wu Song leave mercilessly, finished and gone, couldn’t help but spit at, "Men are all scoundrels!"

Looking back at the wedding photo, she cursed even more, "Especially you, useless thing, a dick that doesn’t work, still flaunting around... I’m divorcing you!"

Wu Song didn’t care whether Zhang Xintong was going to divorce, he left Zhang Xintong’s house, mounted his electric bike ready to go.

But his phone rang, it was a video call from Zhang Xinran.

Wu Song casually answered, continued riding the electric bike away.

Zhang Xinran sneered, "Finished?"

Wu Song was surprised seeing Zhang Xinran in the video and said, "What nonsense are you talking? What’s finished? Oh right, chore’s finished, do you have any instructions?"

"What kind of chore? I meant did you finish with my sister?" Zhang Xinran replied sarcastically.

"Damn, you say that. I’m a veterinarian, treating your sister’s chickens. I’m not there to do your sister, besides, your sister is a proper woman, she wouldn’t let me do it, right?"

Wu Song naturally wouldn’t admit.

Unless caught in bed, he wouldn’t confess.

Zhang Xinran snorted coldly, "Stop playing dumb with me, before I came, were you two already at it in the chicken coop? My sister’s cries almost toppled the coop."

"I didn’t want to interrupt you, but my sister’s cries were too loud, easily heard by others, so I honked to remind you."

"Damn you sisters..." Wu Song was speechless, these sisters were both so scheming.

"Really? So can I satisfy you?" Zhang Xinran suddenly turned seductively.

"What do you mean?" Wu Song was stunned for a moment.

"Didn’t you want to screw us sisters? After doing the sister, now isn’t it time to do the elder?"