Happy Little Farmer-Chapter 22: Secret Teachings

As soon as Ye Tong let her guard down, Yang Fan slipped his hand into her neckline and grabbed one of them.

It was soft yet firm, and within that firmness was an astonishing elasticity. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

The feel was simply amazing!

Ye Tong’s face turned a quiet shade of red, and her body suddenly twisted, forcibly removing Yang Fan’s hand from her neckline. Annoyed, she said, "Wait until later... do that again later. What if Little Mother sees us? How would we handle that?"

Yang Fan was taken aback, and in an instant, the image of his sister-in-law and Little Mother comforting each other in the attic flashed across his mind.

If they could be so uninhibited, it seemed like it wouldn’t matter even if they were seen, right?

But since Ye Tong cared, Yang Fan couldn’t just force his way.

He chuckled sheepishly and said, "Sister-in-law, I just couldn’t control myself for a moment..."

"Hm? If you’re going to be like that, I might not dare to demonstrate for you," Ye Tong said suddenly, turning serious.

Yang Fan really wanted to smack his foul mouth shut; he spoke with such a lack of finesse.

"Sister-in-law, you’d already said it was okay, and that’s why I lost control. If you didn’t agree, how would I dare?" Yang Fan whined like a child deprived of sweets.

With a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth and a hint of exasperation in her gaze, Ye Tong glanced surreptitiously around and whispered to Yang Fan, "You go back to your room first. After sister-in-law finishes blow-drying her hair, I’ll come find you."

"Sister-in-law, you’re not just teasing me, are you?" Yang Fan asked suspiciously.

Ye Tong’s sudden compliance made him feel a bit unreal, as if he were dreaming.

Ye Tong kicked Yang Fan’s leg lightly and scolded with a laugh, "Get going, why would I lie to you?"

Yang Fan chuckled and hurried into the wooden building.

Back in his room, he picked up the glass of chilled boiled water from the table and gulped down more than half of it in one go.

The memory of his sister-in-law’s bountiful elasticity seemed to dangle before his eyes, making him feel as if he were on fire, his heartbeat erratic, and his mouth parched. Despite drinking so much water, he couldn’t calm down.

In the yard.

Ye Tong blow-dried her hair and swept up her long hair that nearly reached her waist, casually securing it with a wooden hairpin at the back of her head.

After all this, she walked toward Yang Fan’s room.

Inside the room, Yang Fan was restless.

Never before had he felt time stretch as interminably as he did at that moment.

One minute seemed to be infinitely extended, long as if it were an hour, or even a day.

Creak.

The aged wooden door made a faint sound as Ye Tong entered with a breeze of fragrance.

Yang Fan leapt up from the bed, looking nervously at his sister-in-law as she closed the door.

Once the door was shut, Ye Tong turned around, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looked at Yang Fan.

Her fair face bloomed like a vibrant peach blossom, her bright eyes seemed to hold a thousand tender emotions, her lips alluring, and that faint smile was as heady as the spring breeze.

"Silly, what are you doing?" Ye Tong said with a laugh when she noticed Yang Fan just staring at her, each breath heavier than the last.

Yang Fan startled and sheepishly chuckled, "Sister-in-law, you’re so beautiful."

Ye Tong’s lips curled into a coy smile, three parts playful as she gave Yang Fan a slanted glance and said, "Are you coming over or not? If not, I might change my mind. I really fell into your trap, agreeing to such an absurd request."

"I will, just teach me, sister-in-law. I really don’t know anything," Yang Fan begged eagerly.

He had been waiting so long that even the chrysanthemums would have cooled; he couldn’t possibly pass up such a great opportunity.

"Then hurry up..." Ye Tong said, her voice shy and soft.

Yang Fan moved closer to Ye Tong, inhaling the light and elegant fragrance emanating from her body, reminiscent of orchids and musk deer. His heart, already in turmoil, felt almost as though it would burst from his throat as the sound of his heartbeat seemed loud enough to thunder in his brain.

"Sister-in-law, may I begin?" he asked with outstretched hands, his voice full of nervousness.

Ye Tong stood timidly, her eyelids drooping slightly, and she gave a soft hum in response.

She probably felt some nervousness too, as her long eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

Yang Fan suppressed the restlessness within him and reached out to lift up Ye Tong’s blouse, which, though short-sleeved, was quite oversized.

He had seen quite clearly just moments before that Sister-in-law hadn’t worn anything underneath but a beige half-cup bra enclosing her fair and firm fullness.

Once he lifted the blouse, he could make close contact with that pair of fullness.

But at that moment, Ye Tong suddenly stopped him.

As Yang Fan looked on, somewhat confused, Ye Tong pulled the short sleeves down from her shoulders, "Do it like this."

Yang Fan stared blankly for a moment. The clothes were so loose they could be removed from the top down, too?

As the short sleeves slid off, a clear expanse of soft, white flesh appeared before Yang Fan’s eyes.

Without delay, he reached forward, his left and right hands gently probing into the half-cup bra, firmly grasping the heavy pair of fullness.

The surprisingly elastic softness immediately sent Yang Fan’s head spinning, his blood boiling.

His body responded vigorously at once.

He shifted a bit closer to Ye Tong’s heated body.

"Fanzi, control yourself. I’m just teaching you and nothing more, understand?" Ye Tong instantly felt the hard object pressing at her waist, her cheeks flushing red as she quickly reminded him.

Yang Fan’s voice was hoarse as he responded with a muffled sound, his hands deftly kneading the slippery white pair of fullness.

He truly felt like he was about to explode, a nearly uncontrollable impulse stirring within him.

He wanted to pull down Ye Tong’s pants.

The pants Ye Tong wore were also quite loose, somewhat resembling pajama bottoms.

With just a pull down, he should be able to get what he wanted.

This thought whispered in his ear like a devil, tempting him to act on this urge.

Ye Tong’s voice suddenly rang out, "Fanzi, are you really kneading dough here!"

"Huh?" Yang Fan responded in surprise.

"The way you’re doing it is okay, but not quite right," Ye Tong said softly as she pushed away Yang Fan’s left hand, gently lifting the pink bud on her voluptuous white flesh, her voice shy, "Like this, knead and twist, or... lightly lift. Some women prefer a little more force, while others like it lighter, it varies from person to person, you can adapt accordingly."

Yang Fan nodded, feigning comprehension, as his right hand tried out the technique on the other side, "Sister-in-law, like this?"

"Hmm..." Ye Tong instinctively moaned softly, nodding her head slightly, "A bit lighter, I like it lighter."

"Oh, like this?"

"Hmm... yes... that’s right, slower, hmm..."

Ye Tong’s breathing became more rapid, her body swaying back and forth involuntarily, a flirtatious blush spreading across her face.

Yang Fan actually knew about these things, as the masters in those adult films had taught him the Tongue Technique thoroughly.

However, in front of Ye Tong, he had to pretend to be ignorant and unenlightened.

Otherwise, Ye Tong would certainly stop teaching him.

He wanted to learn much more and didn’t wish to reveal the talent that the masters had taught him.