The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Chapter 38

"Fuck you? It’s just a piece of cake?" Wu Song said calmly.

"What? You’re quite confident. Have you ever heard this saying?" Zhang Xinran said unpleasantly.

"What saying?" Wu Song asked nonchalantly.

"There’s only an exhausted ox, but never a plowed-out field." Zhang Xinran said proudly.

"That saying doesn’t work with me; it’s the other way around," Wu Song said with a proud smile.

"What? The other way around? What do you mean? Can you plow the land out?" Zhang Xinran raised her voice by eight octaves.

"Don’t you remember how pitifully your sister screamed?" Wu Song sneered.

Zhang Xinran fell silent.

When Zhang Xintong came out of the chicken coop, she really seemed like she was walking on clouds, her legs were so weak she could barely walk, her face was intoxicated and flushed, her eyes were so dazed that they seemed to be swimming with water.

That was truly the ultimate ecstasy.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xinran found her crotch somewhat moist, and honeydew had even filled her little hole.

"Hmph, let’s see if you’re a mule or a horse. Do you dare to face the challenge today?" Zhang Xinran couldn’t help but provoke.

"What’s there to be afraid of? If you’ve got the guts, come on, I guarantee you’ll come standing and leave lying down!" Wu Song was not at all flustered.

"I don’t believe you. You’ve just done it with my sister; do you think you can still do it?" Zhang Xinran clearly didn’t believe Wu Song’s words.

"Then let’s have a real battle. Whoever loses calls the other ’daddy’." Wu Song laid down the wager.

"Call ’daddy’? You must be kidding me!" Zhang Xinran said discontentedly.

"Yeah, you’re doomed to lose, so of course, you’ll be calling me ’daddy’." Wu Song laughed.

"You’ll call ’mommy’ if you lose," Zhang Xinran snorted.

"Then let’s do it." Wu Song sneered, "Where are you? If you’re in the county, then forget it, I’m not going."

"No way? I’m in town. Where are you from? Hurry over, I’ll get a room." Zhang Xinran said extravagantly.

"Get a room? Wow, you really do get a room," Wu Song exclaimed. No wonder Zhang Xintong said Zhang Xinran was extravagant, truly impressive.

"Cut it out, where else to do it? Your house? Do you dare let me come to your house?" Zhang Xinran mocked.

"No problem, just afraid that you won’t dare!" Wu Song snorted coldly.

"Never mind, a hotel is most suitable," Zhang Xinran decided to go with the hotel.

"If you don’t want to get a room, we could do it in your car; I don’t mind.

"Or even outdoors, it’s all the same," Wu Song laughed.

"You’re dreaming. Hurry up and come to Jiaxin Hotel," Zhang Xinran urged, "You know the place, right?"

"Of course, the only hotel in town, even if you didn’t tell me I’d know where it is. But aren’t you worried about running into someone you know?" Wu Song laughed.

"How easy is that? My home is in Yanghuai Town." Zhang Xinran said confidently.

"No wonder," Wu Song realized. Yanghuai Town is on the east side of the county, and Da Liushu Town is on the west. It would really be hard to run into someone familiar.

Wu Song rode his electric bike to Jiaxin Hotel daily.

After parking his bike, he walked straight into the hotel, heading directly to the room Zhang Xinran provided.

Once he reached the room door, Wu Song knocked.

"Who is it?" Zhang Xinran asked.

"The person who’s going to fuck you," Wu Song replied with overwhelming arrogance.

"Damn, if you don’t satisfy me, I swear I’ll castrate you today!" Zhang Xinran said in great displeasure.

With a click, she opened the door.

Wu Song didn’t waste time with words, pushed the door open, entered the room, and closed the door with a bang. He directly grabbed Zhang Xinran by the hair and forcibly pushed her down to her knees, her mouth facing the crotch.

The next moment, Wu Song released his large gun, its strong masculine scent suffocated Zhang Xinran’s eyes shut as she gagged, looking up angrily at Wu Song, "Fuck, you smell like this because you didn’t wash after doing Zhang Xintong?"

Wu Song chuckled wickedly, thrusting it into Zhang Xinran’s mouth, "Can’t you just clean it with your mouth for me?"

"Mmm... I, mmm..."

Zhang Xinran rolled her eyes in anger, desperately trying to spit it out, her head shaking like a rattle drum, but alas, she couldn’t spit it out; Wu Song pushed it straight to her throat, deeply enjoying it.

Zhang Xinran rolled her eyes, nearly suffocating.

Wu Song sneered internally, still daring to challenge him?

Today, he would teach her a lesson.

Zhang Xinran glared at Wu Song, motioning to bite.

Only then did Wu Song pull it out, pinching Zhang Xinran’s chin, "Still daring to provoke me?"

Zhang Xinran pulled away, hurriedly bent over, and began retching.

Her buttocks were raised high, causing her skirt to lift and revealing her safety panties.

Her white legs were no longer covered by stockings, pressing tightly together, with the plump abalone slightly visible between them, intermittently revealing itself.

Wu Song immediately took large strides over, holding his large gun, and pushed it into the gap of her thighs, grinding through it.

"Oh."

Zhang Xinran let out a low cry, looking down only to see Wu Song’s large gun thrusting in and out between her thighs. The size and thickness of it made her heart tremble, leaving her inexplicably timid, wanting to give in.

After all, if something that thick and fierce was thrust inside, what would that feel like?

"Your little cunt is already this wet?" With a slight rub, Wu Song discovered Zhang Xinran’s safety panties were soaking wet, clearly indicating that her little hole inside was long since drenched.

Zhang Xinran felt a mix of shame and anger, "So what if I’m wet? Even if I won’t let you fuck, you can only watch."

"Really? Still playing tough?" Wu Song snorted coldly, gripping the safety panties and tearing them down, revealing lacy black panties beneath, with dense hair sprouting from the lace, a burst of musk hitting him right in the face.

Wu Song chuckled wickedly, grabbed the lacy panties, and without pulling them down, directly tore open the middle seam.

Immediately, the slit in the abalone was exposed, and two butterfly-wing-like tender flesh came into view, covering a honey hole with a flowing stream.

Wu Song’s fingers went straight in, encountering a slippery moisture that clung to his fingers like a tiny mouth.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Xinran, flushed with shame and anger, turned back and glared at Wu Song, "You dare to force it?"

"Force it? Ha-ha..."

Wu Song scoffed, damn seducing him only to play tight now?

Ignorant fool!

Wu Song withdrew his fingers, pressing Zhang Xinran’s lower back, pushing her onto the coffee table, leaving her buttocks raised high, and revealing the honey hole.

Wu Song held his large gun, plunged it in mercilessly, thrusting all the way to the end.

"Ah..."

Zhang Xinran shivered all over, unable to hold back her screams.

Her butt was recoiling as if shot with an arrow, vehemently shrinking forward, her body involuntarily inching forward, wanting to widen the gap with Wu Song.

Desiring to withdraw Wu Song’s large gun.

But unfortunately, Wu Song gave her no such chance.

Not only didn’t he let her withdraw, but he rather pressed her butt down, beginning to pound relentlessly.