The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 90

Chapter 90: Chapter 90

But Han Yuxue’s little rose was clamping down tight.

It wouldn’t let go; Wu Song rubbed for a long time, coating the tip in honeyed nectar and milky juices, but still couldn’t get it in.

Wu Song looked up at Han Yuxue, smirking, "Looks like you don’t want my essence after all, sis?"

Han Yuxue shot Wu Song a resentful glance, but she stopped resisting, relaxed her sphincter, and that little rosebud slowly loosened, revealing a soft, pink little eye.

Wu Song felt a rush of heat in his chest, gripped his Cyan Dragon Spear, and drove the tip against her, while reminding Han Yuxue, "Relax, let it go!"

Han Yuxue grit her teeth, dropping all pretense—after all, she’d already made her decision, and any shyness now would just ruin the mood.

She made an effort to open up her little rose, like she was about to take a shit. Wu Song suddenly shoved his ’spear’, and the tip forcefully pierced in.

"Ah..."

Han Yuxue instantly cried out in pain, feeling like her rosebud was about to split open.

That tender little opening was stretched to the extreme—after all, Wu Song’s spear was like a donkey’s, so fucking thick.

He directly stretched Han Yuxue’s rosebud as wide as it could possibly go.

Even with her exceptional talent and superhuman body, right now, her rose was burning with pain, the sphincter pushed to the limit.

But thankfully, it hadn’t torn, and there was no bleeding.

Wu Song groaned in pleasure, deep and low.

He felt the tip squeezed dangerously tight, an unprecedented, powerful pressure making his body shake—he almost wanted to explode, to spurt and spurt right there.

Wu Song took a deep breath, suppressed that wild urge, and forced his way in even deeper.

"Ah..."

Han Yuxue screamed again, feeling an indescribable sensation.

It was like being constipated for months, a stick shoved up her ass, trying to push it out but it just kept going in deeper instead.

But weirdly, she also felt a strange pleasure, a faint thrill sprouting from her rosebud, making her unexpectedly excited and a bit happy.

At that moment, Wu Song’s spear was already halfway in. He wanted to go deeper, but Han Yuxue couldn’t take it anymore and quickly clamped her legs together, refusing to let him push in further,

"Enough, enough, just like this, don’t go further, I really can’t handle it." Han Yuxue pushed at Wu Song’s chest to keep him from going in deeper.

She really couldn’t take any more.

Especially with all her Yin Essence depleted, she couldn’t ease her body or supply more energy, so her rose couldn’t handle much more.

She was already right at her limit.

If he went in any deeper, something would go wrong.

Wu Song sensed this too—any deeper and he’d be up against Han Yuxue’s very end.

That’d be bad.

So he stopped pushing in, and began to slowly pull out, then thrust forward again, repeating the motion a few times. Han Yuxue’s little mouth was open, unable to close, and with Wu Song’s thrusts, she kept gasping, waves of honey pooling from her pussy, dripping down to her rose and actually making it easier for Wu Song to thrust in and out, slick and wet.

As Han Yuxue’s rosebud adapted to Wu Song’s thickness, he slowly started to speed up his thrusting.

Han Yuxue’s legs relaxed, no longer clamping together. Wu Song hoisted them onto his shoulders, bracing himself on either side of her, staring into that pretty face swaying beneath him. Her two snowy, round breasts bounced fiercely as he slammed in, the pink nipples standing out, hard as little cherries.

Wu Song bent down, rubbing his chest across those hard pink buds.

Han Yuxue trembled all over, her glistening sweat beading across her skin. Suddenly, she clenched up tight, squeezing Wu Song’s spear hard, her pussy spasming along with her rosebud.

"Shit, you’re cumming again?" Wu Song’s whole body shivered, tingling from head to toe, unable to hold back—he started thrusting wildly.

Han Yuxue shook her head, screaming, "Ah, I can’t—give it to me, hurry, fuck me..."

Wu Song’s waist twitched, and he stopped holding back. A rush of white-hot essence exploded forth, shooting like bullets into Han Yuxue’s body.

"Ah..."

Han Yuxue felt that hot, powerful blast of Yang Qi essence inside her.

She immediately started shivering and moaning in delight, hungrily absorbing it to replenish her spent body.

Before their eyes, her cheeks blushed, flesh regaining color as her internal True Qi, once depleted, rapidly recovered. Though not quite at her peak, it was more refined and potent than before—she was now stronger than she’d ever been.

Clearly, Wu Song’s Yang Qi was in a different league, way beyond ordinary men.

Meanwhile, Wu Song seized the chance to close his Essence Gate, ending his ejaculation.

But Han Yuxue still wasn’t satisfied, gazing at Wu Song with longing, her rosebun twitching in teasing little pulses: "Big boy, why don’t you shoot a bit more? Sis was just starting to enjoy the taste. I’m still not full."

Wu Song grinned wickedly, "Oh yeah? You want to keep going?"

As he spoke, Wu Song started thrusting again, his spear plowing in and out of her rosebud, stretching her tight opening wide like a rubber ring, gripping the spear with a delicious squeeze.

The feeling was enough to make Wu Song’s soul tremble; he was completely addicted.

Since Han Yuxue hadn’t had enough, Wu Song was more than happy to oblige.

With just a few thrusts, Han Yuxue was already moaning and singing his praises.

But now that her strength was back at its peak, her rosebud’s endurance was off the charts, the grip even tighter, clamping Wu Song’s spear so he could barely move, each stroke dragging delicious pleasure, making his scalp tingle.

"Damn, sis, you’ve gotten strong again, huh? It’s squeezing me so hard I can barely fuck you," Wu Song panted, moving slowly, staring into Han Yuxue’s dewy, seductive eyes and that lust-glazed, flushed face.

Han Yuxue giggled sweetly, her delicate hand stroking Wu Song’s chest, marveling, "Big boy, you’re a real man, a dragon among men! This Cyan Dragon Spear of yours, I swear it’s number one in the world!"

As she said this, her gaze hungrily fixed on Wu Song’s spear.

Wu Song stared into her eyes and asked, "So tell me, what’s your Spiritual Snake Sect really about? Yin Yang Replenishment, right?"

Han Yuxue stiffened—she’d wanted to brush him off, but Wu Song was clearly not easy to fool. _{freew\ebno\vel..(c)om}

His sharp dragon-like gaze pressed down on her like a force of nature.

Han Yuxue puckered her lips, looking at Wu Song with pitiful eyes, "Yes and no."

"Yes and no? What’s that supposed to mean?" Wu Song looked at her skeptically, waiting to see how she’d spin it.

"The Spiritual Snake Sect can do Yin Yang Replenishment, but we can also just train on our own. All my power came from my own cultivation. I only wanted to absorb your Yang Qi because you wield the Cyan Dragon Spear."

"So, I’m not some slut who fucks anyone, and not just anyone can have me."

Han Yuxue’s expression turned icy, regal and untouchable like a true queen.

Wu Song stared at her in shock. "Then how is your pussy so flexible and tight—didn’t you train that on guys?"

Wu Song slid his fingers over Han Yuxue’s pussy, slick with her honey, then plunged them in. Instantly, her tender flesh gripped and sucked at his fingers.