The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian-Chapter 6

As soon as Sun Taoxiang’s finger went in, the front door was pushed open and Wu Xiaohong came back yelling,

"Mom, I’m back. Is the food in the pot? I’ll go heat it up." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Sun Taoxiang jolted, hastily pulled her finger out, dragging a glistening thread with it.

She coughed and said, "Oh, it’s in the pot. Check if it’s cold, if it is then heat it up."

Right after, she hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe her finger and her peach blossom.

Only then, she pulled up her pants with a sense of loss, and walked out of the bathroom.

But Wu Xiaohong had already bounced into the kitchen, lifted the lid, and seeing the food was still steaming, she laughed, "It’s still hot, I’m eating then."

Wu Xiaohong brought out the food and dug in with delight.

Sun Taoxiang stood at the doorway, feeling a bit empty, leaning on the door frame and watching Wu Xiaohong.

She was puzzled—she could be sure today was Wu Xiaohong’s first time.

And Wu Song’s thing was wild and fierce—she’d experienced it herself.

By rights, Wu Xiaohong should have been limping in pain after being deflowered by something like that.

Back when she’d gotten married, her man’s equipment wasn’t all that impressive, but she still felt a burning pain walking the next day.

But now, looking at Wu Xiaohong, she seemed totally fine.

Did I just see it wrong just now?

Maybe Wu Song and Wu Xiaohong didn’t actually do that?

Sun Taoxiang smiled with relief.

Definitely saw wrong, guessed wrong.

Her daughter was so well-behaved and obedient, how could she do something so naughty?

"Clean up after you eat. I’m going to rest now." Sun Taoxiang had spent the day working the fields and was pretty tired, so she went to rest first.

"Okay!"

Wu Xiaohong replied cheerfully. After eating, she quickly tidied up the kitchen and then went to her own room.

But Wu Song, he wasn’t sleeping at all.

Ever since he got the inheritance, he’d been practicing every night.

The last time he practiced, the Yang Qi nearly exploded.

It made him stop, scared to keep going.

But today, after Wu Xiaohong nourished him,

not only was the wild, restless Yang Qi merged, it also turned into even stronger True Qi inside him.

As the True Qi flowed through his whole body, wherever it passed, that place felt strangely powerful.

And when the True Qi reached his eyes, he was suddenly shocked to find the pitch-dark night became bright all at once.

Not only was it as bright as daylight, but things like walls and doors quickly faded—he could see straight through the walls to the courtyard.

"What the fuck? What’s going on? X-ray Vision?" Wu Song was overjoyed, quickly turning to look toward Sun Taoxiang’s and Wu Xiaohong’s house.

All the walls vanished.

The room on the east side—Sun Taoxiang’s bedroom—came into view.

Wu Song instantly recognized it was Sun Taoxiang’s room.

He’d been inside before.

And right now, Sun Taoxiang was lying on the bed under a blanket, as if sleeping, but her face was flushed red, and her breathing heavy.

But the blanket was moving up and down, as if something was squirming underneath.

Wu Song paused, looking toward the moving spot.

The blanket disappeared, revealing the scene underneath.

He saw Sun Taoxiang gripping a fat cucumber, thrusting it into her honeyed slit.

"Holy shit!"

Wu Song’s eyes instantly went wide, and he couldn’t hold back a gasp.

Suddenly.

Sun Taoxiang sped up, the cucumber squelching in and out of her pussy, her whole body trembling, legs clamped together tight.

A muffled moan escaped through her nostrils.

Until she collapsed limply, spent.

The cucumber was still stuffed inside.

Wu Song, on the other hand, was rock hard, his pants almost poked through.

"Aunt Taoxiang always looks so dignified and respectable, even known as the chaste widow of the village, but secretly she does things like this."

Wu Song’s mind was running wild, when suddenly everything went black and he couldn’t see a thing.

Inside, he suddenly felt a wave of emptiness.

Wu Song jumped, quickly inspecting his body, and found that the True Qi he had just cultivated was now weak as hell, more than half gone.

"Damn, just watching for a bit used up this much?" Wu Song was stunned.

"Gotta watch myself next time, can’t waste it like this," Wu Song warned himself.

Looking down at his raging hard-on, he felt frustrated.

"Aunt Taoxiang is killing me, getting me this hard but not putting out the fire." Wu Song rubbed his nose. "If Aunt Taoxiang is this lonely, maybe I could help her out?"

"No, no, that’s Aunt Taoxiang, Xiaohong’s real mom. Can’t mess around with that."

Wu Song chased away this twisted thought, and started meditating again.

Little by little, Yang Qi gathered again.

As time passed and dawn crept into the sky, Wu Song’s Yang Qi had recovered a lot—his whole body warm and flushed, surges of heat throbbing, his cock standing rock hard, almost too much.

Wu Song was about to get up and make breakfast.

The old rickety door was pushed open.

Wu Xiaohong crept in on tiptoe.

Wu Song stared at her in surprise: "It’s not even light out yet, why are you up so early?"

Wu Xiaohong didn’t answer, her eyes dreamy, and she jumped right onto Wu Song, her little hand deftly grabbing his rolling pin.

Wu Song sucked in a sudden breath, whispering, "What’s up with you?"

"I want more!"

Wu Xiaohong said, and before he could say a word, pulled Wu Song’s pants down. That thick rolling pin sprang right out.

Wu Xiaohong’s eyes sparkled with hunger.

Her little hand trembled as she grabbed hold.

Wu Song shuddered instantly, staring at Wu Xiaohong, stunned: "You’re okay? Doesn’t it hurt anymore?"

Wu Xiaohong’s almond-shaped eyes grew hazy. Bit embarrassed, she said, "Didn’t you heal me? It doesn’t hurt now. So, I wanted to try again."

Yesterday, Wu Song had given her so much pleasure.

All night, her dreams were filled with Wu Song fucking her, making her panties wet and sticky, so uncomfortable she couldn’t sleep at all.

So, at the crack of dawn, she couldn’t help sneaking over to Wu Song.

Wu Song chuckled darkly. Of course it’s no problem.

Perfect, he’d built up a lot of Yang Qi last night that needed to be used.

He’d been wondering how to get a chance with Wu Xiaohong again.

Didn’t expect Wu Xiaohong to come over on her own.

Wu Song wasn’t gonna waste time.

Staring at Wu Xiaohong’s sweet little mouth, he went straight in, pushing himself inside.

Wu Xiaohong was caught completely off guard, her mouth stuffed full, cock hitting the back of her throat and making her gag.

Tears squeezed from her eyes, and she glared at Wu Song in protest.

Wu Song apologized, chuckled awkwardly, and pulled out.

Wu Xiaohong punched him, pouting, "You trying to kill me?"

Wu Song laughed, "Isn’t this exactly what you want?"

With that, Wu Song pulled Wu Xiaohong up and bent her over the bed, her little butt raised high, so perky and tempting.

The thin shorts clinging tight, showing off two round cheeks squeezing a teasing little cleft, the puffy mound at the center giving off endless allure.

Wu Song’s heart flared hot, in a flash he yanked the shorts down, exposing her pale, tender cheeks spread wide, trembling, framing a puffy treasure, a glistening thread of nectar oozing from her little slit,

Wu Song couldn’t hold back anymore. His rolling pin-hard cock pressed right in, rubbing and grinding until it slid inside.

"Ah..."

Wu Xiaohong couldn’t help but moan, her whole body tightening up,

The tight folds inside her little pussy trapped Wu Song’s cock so snug he could hardly move, the heat threatening to make him cum right there.