The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 88

Chapter 88: Chapter 88

"Oh, that’s so good! Little brother, you’re just incredible! Sis feels amazing!" Han Yuxue moaned in ecstasy, showering Wu Song with nonstop praise.

Wu Song instantly got even more fired up, his thrusts picking up speed.

The honeyed wetness kept flowing, making everything extra slick. That tight little hole adapted to Wu Song’s huge spear, getting so much smoother, and he picked up the pace as a result.

Papapapapa...

Soon, Wu Song started slamming hard into Han Yuxue’s ass and pussy.

The harsh slapping of flesh and skin smacked through the air.

Han Yuxue’s pussy seemed to come to life, squeezing and trembling around Wu Song’s massive spear.

Wu Song was loving it, gasping with pleasure, even starting to circulate True Qi to lock his Essence Gate, holding back from losing control and letting everything burst forth.

Han Yuxue kissed Wu Song while moaning, her ass twitching and pussy clenching. But Wu Song’s Essence Gate was locked so tight, she couldn’t budge him an inch,

which pissed her off, but riled up her competitive streak even more. She fired up her True Qi, and a powerful suction suddenly gushed from deep inside her pussy.

Wu Song’s Essence Gate trembled at once, almost collapsing from the shock.

Wu Song stared at Han Yuxue with surprise, "Wait, sis, just how magical is your pussy? It’s got a suction mode, too?"

Han Yuxue gave a seductive, blushing smile, but there was a complex look deep in her eyes — part wary, part curious, as she sized Wu Song up.

How was this possible?

Her cultivation had already long been cycling automatically, and she was only a step away from opening her Dantian, forming the Sea of Qi.

She could take on ten at once, no sweat.

And her skin was fair and youthful, eternally young—not just her face, but her pretty, pink pussy too, always fresh and tight, showing no hints of age, all soft and juicy.

But today, Wu Song had her completely pinned?

How could this be?

She was Spiritual Snake Sect’s top prodigy—her talent even beat her seniors. Her master was envious and full of praise.

But today, she was straight-up crushed by Wu Song?

This kid didn’t look that old, even if he’d started training in the womb, he shouldn’t be this deep. But now she realized, fighting Wu Song, she was running out of steam.

Could Wu Song know martial arts too?

Han Yuxue probed, "Little brother, your Cyan Dragon Spear is something else. You sure you haven’t trained in this... department?"

Wu Song looked at Han Yuxue, baffled. "Why would you think that, sis? I’m just a vet, how could I know martial arts?"

Han Yuxue squeezed Wu Song’s nipples, teasing him, making his heart tremble, and cooed, "So, little brother, you’re just naturally gifted, huh?"

Wu Song shook his head blankly. "I dunno what that means. I just know I’m really strong, super powerful! I’m definitely gonna make you feel so good you can’t get enough of me, sis!"

Han Yuxue looked at Wu Song, half-believing, half-skeptical, and couldn’t tell if he’d trained or not.

Han Yuxue dropped the questions, amping her cultivation up to the max, focusing all her power at her pussy, making it clench and suck with full mystical force, determined to make Wu Song shoot his load.

But even after burning through more than half her True Qi, she still couldn’t make Wu Song surrender.

Wu Song’s spear was still rock hard like a club, rampaging inside her, the loud slapping noises echoing through the lounge.

Han Yuxue was totally unwilling to lose, pushing her True Qi harder. She figured Wu Song had to be close to his limit by now.

He’d been battering her pussy like that for over half an hour—no matter how tough the steel, after this much pounding, it should explode soon enough.

So, she figured he wouldn’t last much longer.

All she had to do was grit her teeth till the end, and victory would be hers.

So, Han Yuxue kept circulating the rest of her True Qi, making her pussy squeeze and work overtime, desperately sucking on Wu Song’s dragon.

Her hips twisted, her legs slid down from Wu Song’s shoulders and locked around his waist, heels sneakingly rubbing at his Mingmen, egging on his Essence Gate, pushing him to burst right now.

But what drove Han Yuxue crazy was that she’d nearly burned all her True Qi, on the edge of cumming herself, but Wu Song was still as hard as ever, with no sign of releasing anything.

This was just plain ridiculous.

Han Yuxue couldn’t hold out much longer. She looked up at Wu Song, biting her lip, eyes brimming with complaint, "Little brother, you’re too much! Sis is already falling apart here, how’re you still not cumming?"

Wu Song curled his lips in a cocky grin, "Why rush? I’m not cumming till you’re so limp you can’t get out of bed, sis."

Han Yuxue was thoroughly frustrated. She’d never met a guy this strong before. She had known the Cyan Dragon Spear would be serious business, but hadn’t imagined he’d be this overpowered.

Even if she was really getting off on it.

But for her, doing it with men wasn’t about pleasure—it was about absorbing a man’s Yang Qi to strengthen her own True Qi.

But today, her plan had totally backfired.

She thought bumping into a wild Cyan Dragon Spear was like winning the jackpot.

After all, Wu Song was just some small-town vet, a farmboy at best. Shouldn’t she be able to easily turn him into her living cum-dispenser? Her perfect cultivation furnace?

But she never guessed that even though Wu Song was a farmboy, a vet,

his talent was freaky, off the charts.

He drained most of her True Qi, and still wasn’t about to shoot.

His giant spear was still stiff as a rolling pin, jabbing into her, making her whole body go numb, her pussy tingle and ache, her juices running endlessly.

"Then tonight sis will see what you’re really made of!" Han Yuxue figured Wu Song was running on fumes, and deliberately goaded him with words.

"Come on, harder, sis is about to cum, give it to me!" Han Yuxue moaned, voice so sultry it could drag a soul straight out of the body.

That little pussy, after all this thrusting, was bright red, looking almost juicily ripe. The honey and streaks of milk were as white as snow, making her slit and petals look even more delicious.

Wu Song chuckled wickedly, then suddenly pushed inside with even more force, his dragon charging like thunder, so fast you could hear the air cutting around them.

Splish, splish, squelch...

Han Yuxue’s tight hole and Wu Song’s spear made sounds like muck squishing, and now her pussy juice was really pouring out—thanks to Wu Song’s relentless assault, honey and cream just about splashed out everywhere.

Han Yuxue’s cries were reaching a whole new pitch. Her whole body was trembling, her belly and pussy shaking with pleasure.

She was on the verge of cumming, for real.

"Little brother, hurry, sis is about to come! Give it to me, quick! Shoot!" Han Yuxue cried out, desperate and urgent, doing everything to make Wu Song burst faster.

Wu Song matched her perfectly, letting out a low grunt, "Ah, sis, I’m about to come too! I’m gonna shoot!"

At the same time, Wu Song drove forward with a series of deep, savage thrusts, burying himself to the hilt every time, the spearhead slamming hard into her sweet spot.

"Aah..."

Han Yuxue suddenly shrieked, her whole body shaking like she’d been electrocuted, limbs twisting around Wu Song like an octopus. Instead of gushing Yin Essence, though, her sweet spot unleashed a massive suction, directly locking Wu Song’s spearhead in place.