The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Chapter 48

Wu Song adjusted his big spear, the tip leaving the Celestial Fragrant Green Youth, sliding down along the gap between her legs, parting the two tender folds, finally reaching the entrance of the peach blossom grotto; as he rubbed it slightly, a gush of wetness immediately coated the tip, making it sticky and dripping.

Wu Song looked up and glanced at Song Mengtian, seeing her trying to act relaxed, but in reality, she was obviously tense, her body somewhat stiff.

Wu Song smiled as he rubbed her little pussy.

Song Mengtian was so startled her ass clenched instinctively, her little rose contracted sharply, dragging her pussy to tremble with it.

Wu Song burst out laughing: "Don’t be nervous, it’s okay, I’ll make you feel good."

Song Mengtian tried hard to relax herself, pretending to smile easily: "It’s fine, go ahead, I can do this, I’m already twenty-five, an old virgin. If I don’t lose it now, I’m going to have problems!"

Wu Song’s heart leapt with joy—a twenty-five-year-old virgin, must be full of Yin Qi, right?

"How are you old? You’re totally juicy. I even thought you just graduated from college." Wu Song said softly, applying a bit more force, and as the tip of his spear pressed to the entrance, he immediately felt a powerful resistance barring him from entering.

Song Mengtian felt the pressure from Wu Song’s spearhead; knowing he was about to go in made her inexplicably nervous.

She couldn’t help wanting to squeeze her legs together, but hurriedly held back,

Wu Song just smiled, trying to push in bit by bit.

"Ah..."

With Song Mengtian’s sudden cry, the tip of Wu Song’s spear forced its way in, and was instantly gripped tightly; the feeling was so intense, like being squeezed by a rubber ring, that it felt like his tip might burst.

Song Mengtian couldn’t help but cry out herself, feeling like she was being split apart down there.

The searing, tearing pain came up uncontrollably.

Wu Song immediately pulled out, letting Song Mengtian breathe a sigh of relief as she gasped to steady her nerves.

"How is it? Can you handle it?" Wu Song kept rubbing around her entrance, occasionally pressing up to her Celestial Fragrant Green Youth on top.

Song Mengtian’s honeyed pussy started getting wet again.

Wu Song’s spearhead popped right back in.

Song Mengtian instinctively drew a breath, but the pain was already much less than before, which surprised her and gave her more courage.

Of course, Wu Song knew this would happen, so he pressed in deeper.

Song Mengtian inhaled and tightened up again, making it hard for Wu Song to move any further.

Wu Song wasn’t impatient, but neither did he pull out. He let Song Mengtian get used to it, slowly pushing in a little more at a time.

Suddenly, a layer of resistance appeared, almost like a thin membrane.

Wu Song grinned inside—he knew perfectly well what this was.

But he didn’t warn Song Mengtian.

Instead, with a single hard thrust, he forced his way through.

"Ah..."

Song Mengtian couldn’t help crying out in pain.

Her legs clenched tight, her hips tensed up, trying to push Wu Song out.

Of course, Wu Song wasn’t going to let her get her way.

After all, breaking new ground like this—you have to get it done in one go, even if it hurts.

If you pull out now, you’ll just have to go through the pain all over again next time.

Wu Song’s fingers reached up to rub her Celestial Fragrant Green Youth.

Little bursts of electricity shot through her.

Which greatly eased Song Mengtian’s distress and pain.

With Wu Song’s slow grinding and patience,

The pain faded more and more.

And slowly, a strange sensation began blooming inside her.

Song Mengtian paused, realizing what this feeling was.

This was the taste of being a woman.

She felt happy inside, waiting for that feeling to grow stronger.

But it seemed she needed Wu Song to start moving for that to happen.

Song Mengtian wrapped her legs around Wu Song’s thighs, signaling him to thrust harder.

Wu Song got the hint and started slowly thrusting in and out.

"Ah..."

The very first thrust had Song Mengtian moaning, body tensing up as she gasped repeatedly.

That feeling—she really didn’t know how to describe it,

It was just so intense.

So Wu Song didn’t rush his thrusts, but instead ground himself against her inner heart, moving slowly.

This was the true essence of the interplay between Yin and Yang.

If a man wants to make a woman enjoy it, but doesn’t want to finish too soon, he really needs to master the art of slow grinding.

If you just recklessly stab back and forth, no matter how mighty your sword, you’ll still spill too soon.

While Wu Song ground against her inner heart, he also used his pubic bone to rub Song Mengtian’s Celestial Fragrant Green Youth, layering the sensations, helping Song Mengtian leave her pain behind and become lost in pleasure.

Soon, Wu Song felt Song Mengtian relaxing, her pussy growing slick inside.

He started thrusting in and out, making small, steady movements.

Song Mengtian wasn’t nearly as tense as she was at the start.

Instead, she was almost tasting addiction, her legs slowly spreading, letting Wu Song move even more smoothly inside her.

Unknowingly, a primal and timeless symphony echoed throughout the dorm room.

And from Song Mengtian’s tender pussy, not only did honey-juice seep out, but mixed within it were tiny streaks of blood.

That was her virgin’s blood.

Proof of her purity, and proof of her preciousness.

Wu Song moved as gently as possible to make her feel good.

A woman’s first time must be a good memory.

If not, women can grow scared of ever being with a man again.

Luckily, Wu Song was a total veteran at this.

Under his patient grinding and gentle guidance,

Even though his big spear was much larger than most men, Song Mengtian only suffered the barest pain, and felt the greatest pleasure.

"Ah... I, I, I..."

Song Mengtian suddenly cried out, looking at Wu Song in incoherent desperation,

Like she had something she couldn’t bring herself to say.

Wu Song grinned, knowing full well she was on the edge.

The pulsing in her little pussy told Wu Song all he needed to know.

"Don’t be nervous, relax, just follow the feeling," Wu Song reassured Song Mengtian.

"I feel like I need to pee..."

Song Mengtian couldn’t help but mumble, shamefaced and shy.

Wu Song burst out laughing: "That’s exactly right, just let it go, don’t hold back."

Song Mengtian stared at Wu Song with dreamy eyes: "You’re really amazing. My gut feeling was totally right."

Wu Song laughed: "You’re absolutely right... If it was any other man popping your cherry, you would have been in agony."

Song Mengtian was about to reply, but Wu Song suddenly sped up, thrusting hard a few more times.

That desperate urge to pee crashed over Song Mengtian, she couldn’t hold it back any longer,

"Ah..."

Song Mengtian couldn’t help but cry out aloud.

That urge to pee was released at last.

Wu Song’s spearhead instantly felt the intense pulsing and sucking, along with a wild surge of Yin Qi.

It got Wu Song moaning with pleasure as he pounded even faster.

Song Mengtian’s whole body kept surging higher, staying at her peak, she felt like she was flying, her soul floating away, her whole body trembling and collapsing limp, that unstoppable urge to squirt making her forget all else—she just went with the feeling, and let it all gush out.

Finally, Wu Song stopped holding himself back. That tender, slick, tight clasp, each ring inside her wrapping his big spear tightly, the intense stimulation making him pound faster, until finally the sound of slapping flesh filled the room, his thrusts making Song Mengtian’s ass shake and tremble, her little pussy stretching open exaggeratedly, pulling and swelling, while thick, white cream spilled out from within.

Suddenly, with one fierce final thrust, Wu Song drove himself deep inside and didn’t pull out again, jamming his swollen tip hard against Song Mengtian’s deepest spot, and with a wild burst, his essence shot out like bullets, splashing right against her innermost flower.