The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Chapter 89

Fuck!

Wu Song narrowed his eyes.

Suspiciously looking at Han Yuxue.

This alluring elder sister, her little hole is so magical, yet she’s from the Spiritual Snake Sect. What does it mean when the core releases suction at a critical moment?

She can’t be trying to absorb my Yang Qi, can she?

Wu Song activated his True Qi, locking his Essence Gate. No matter what trick Han Yuxue was trying to pull, Wu Song locked his Essence Gate and at the same time unleashed suction to absorb Han Yuxue’s Yin Qi.

To come and not reciprocate is against propriety.

Then let’s do it!

Let’s see who can overcome whom!

Hmm?

Han Yuxue immediately felt Wu Song’s powerful suction, which was even fiercer than hers.

He really had practiced martial arts!

But then he lied to her, claiming he hadn’t, feigning innocence, pretending to be naive.

She had been fooled by him!

Han Yuxue was a little flustered because she found that her Essence Gate was about to give way.

Because her True Qi was already exhausted.

And Wu Song seemed to have plenty of strength left.

No!

If her Essence Gate were to be opened.

The Yin Qi accumulated over the years would be drained.

Then all the skills she had practiced over the years would be in vain!

Han Yuxue anxiously looked at Wu Song.

Wanting to beg for mercy.

But Wu Song’s True Qi surged powerfully, much stronger than hers, and with its operation, her remaining True Qi didn’t last a few seconds before it completely collapsed.

The Essence Gate immediately opened.

Han Yuxue let out a cry of alarm: "No, little brother, please don’t!"

Wu Song snapped out of it, looking at Han Yuxue in confusion, but the operation of True Qi didn’t give him time to stop.

Bang!

A massive surge of Yin Essence Qi released from the core of Han Yuxue’s little hole.

Wu Song’s big spear immediately became incredibly excited, greedily absorbing it like a glutton.

The purity and concentration of that moment rivaled the total amount he had absorbed before.

Wu Song almost shivered with pleasure, nearly losing control of his Essence Gate.

It was simply too enjoyable.

But fortunately, he managed to hold on.

The intense pure Yin Essence Qi, absorbed inside, was quickly refined by him.

His internal True Qi rapidly strengthened, doubling in a single Circulation, flowing into his Dantian.

The energy cyclone in his Dantian became increasingly dense, from a faint mist to a thick, clear cloud state.

The sense of his entire strength doubling in an instant, reaching a new level.

"Ah, it feels great!" Wu Song forcefully rotated his hips, grinding his spear inside Han Yuxue’s little hole, squeezing out waves of nectar and white liquid from the hole’s entrance.

While Han Yuxue’s face turned pale, her whole body trembling, staring in terror at Wu Song, she trembled and said, "Brother, please have mercy on your sister. I know I was wrong. Please stop, if you keep absorbing, I’m going to die!"

Wu Song came to his senses, looking at Han Yuxue.

Seeing her once rosy, delicate white face now pale, her eyes dimmed, pitifully staring at him.

Wu Song realized something.

And stopped absorbing that Yin Essence Qi.

However, it seemed that there wasn’t much Yin Essence Qi left.

Completely unlike the intense purity from the start.

"Did I drain it dry?" Wu Song’s spear prodded again in the small hole, rubbing the core.

Han Yuxue weakly moaned, "Almost, there’s hardly any left."

"Oh? Then what will happen to you?" Wu Song couldn’t help but thrust, feeling immense pleasure.

Han Yuxue’s small hole seemed to have lost some of its spirit but was still tight and moist, and Wu Song’s spear felt great wrapped inside it.

Wu Song, with a hard spear, comfortably collided inside Han Yuxue’s little hole.

The nectar and white liquid kept overflowing, covering the base of Wu Song’s spear, even flowing down to the puckered flower, accumulating into a wet patch. Seeing this, Wu Song wanted to pull out of her little hole and insert into that puckered flower.

"I will be very weak, even seriously ill. It will take a long time to recover! If it’s severe, I won’t be able to maintain my appearance, aging quickly!" Han Yuxue looked at Wu Song with resentment: "Little brother, you have no compassion for jade, you’ve ruined me, all my years of accumulation drained by you in one go. What am I going to do in the future?"

"So what? Could you be expelled from your sect?" Wu Song teased.

"Not to that extent, but I will suffer greatly. It’s like you originally being worth millions, and now you’re penniless, how does that feel?" Han Yuxue’s metaphor was vivid.

Wu Song laughed heartily, pressing his big bird hard against Han Yuxue’s core, seeing her charming face with an expression that was simultaneously very pleasurable yet frustrated, Wu Song felt quite accomplished.

"Do you want to recover a bit?" Wu Song teased, rubbing the spearhead against the core.

The rubbing made Han Yuxue constantly suck in her breath, moaning, "I want to, of course, just are you going to give it to your sister?"

Wu Song laughed, "Of course, to come and not reciprocate is against etiquette. Though you schemed against me, I am not a petty person. So, I absorbed your Yin Qi. As compensation, I’ll give you something even higher grade."

After Wu Song finished speaking, he started moving at full speed, thrusting quickly in and out of Han Yuxue’s little hole, pulling it in and out, making it red and eye-catching, the pink flesh of the hole appearing and disappearing, waves of nectar and white liquid overflowing extravagantly.

Han Yuxue couldn’t help but moan loudly.

But after a round of wild thrusting, working Han Yuxue into rolling her eyes, Wu Song’s big spear still couldn’t reach the point of eruption.

"I’m sorry, I really want to give you something, but your little hole is not cooperating. It’s not letting me release." Wu Song slowed his thrusting, looking at her pink, freshly cooked bun-like abalone, truly beautiful.

With Wu Song’s big spear inside, it was already muddy and dilapidated, yet it no longer had the tightness and spirit from the beginning. Wu Song’s spear had its strength doubled again, making it hard for him to release. _{f|re(e)web.n\ovel. (c)o.m}

Han Yuxue said with resentment, "It’s not your fault, you’ve sucked my Yin Essence dry, leaving me unable to exert any strength. I can’t hold onto you."

Wu Song smirked, mischievously asking, "Can your back door absorb the Yang Qi I give you?"

Han Yuxue was stunned, looking down, she said, "You want to use my flower?"

Wu Song laughed, "What? You want my benefits but don’t want to pay?"

Han Yuxue was frustrated to tear apart; her flower was well-kept, very tender, just like her little young hole, never developed by a man.

But now, it was about to be deflowered by Wu Song.

However, thinking about it, it’s no loss. Wu Song’s Cyan Dragon Spear, what kind of existence is it in this world?

Now handled by him, if it’s deflowered, it’s deflowered.

After all, her flower can still absorb Wu Song’s Yang Qi.

As long as Wu Song releases it inside.

Moreover, her flower’s control and clamping ability were much stronger than her little hole.

Surely, it could make Wu Song release.

"Then go ahead, I’m ready!" Han Yuxue took a deep breath and said, lifting her legs to indicate Wu Song to pull out his spear and use her little flower.

Wu Song’s heart instantly burned with excitement, his spear throbbing with enthusiasm.

Poof!

Wu Song pulled his spear out of Han Yuxue’s little hole.

Han Yuxue’s tender little hole didn’t close for a long time, the pink flesh fully exposed, but it was covered with nectar and white liquid.

But Wu Song’s attention wasn’t there, rather on the tender flower below.

At this moment, the flower was filled with nectar and white liquid; no lubricant was needed, it could be directly inserted.

Wu Song, excitedly holding his spear, began to rub against the flower.