The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian

Wu Song and Xue Qingyao walked outside.

Su Yuyan felt sticky down her pants and her legs were so weak that she walked as if floating.

Afraid that Wu Song and Xue Qingyao would notice, she quickly turned around and left.

She didn't notice the milky white at the corner of Xue Qingyao's mouth.

Wu Song and Xue Qingyao followed Su Yuyan up to the second floor.

Su Yuyan held onto the railing, her legs weak as she reached the second floor, turning back to see Wu Song and Xue Qingyao catching up.

She hastily quickened her pace, but due to her weak legs, she accidentally tripped over the stairs.

"Ah..."

She tripped and fell to the ground, rolling down.

Wu Song and Xue Qingyao were startled and quickly moved to intercept her.

Wu Song was closer and effortlessly caught Su Yuyan, holding her in his arms.

Her perky butt sat firmly in Wu Song's lap, pressing against his crotch.

The big gun instantly reacted, stirring and rising.

It slipped along the groove of Su Yuyan's buttocks and nestled between them, pressing tightly and sinking into a warm moistness.

"Hiss..."

Wu Song couldn't help but take a deep breath, the feeling was incredible, causing him to instinctively thrust, tightly holding Su Yuyan's round butt against his abdomen.

The sensation was truly comfortable and euphoric.

Wu Song looked down at Su Yuyan, concerned, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Su Yuyan felt a numbing tingle wherever the big gun pressed, her legs even weaker.

Too embarrassed to look at Wu Song, she lowered her head and weakly said, "I'm fine."

Wu Song, still worried, said, "Are you really okay? It doesn't seem like it. Don't hide anything. I'm a doctor. If you're uncomfortable, just tell me. Don't make me start checking."

Su Yuyan instantly panicked.

A hands-on examination?

Although she'd been intimate with Wu Song before.

But that was for medical treatment.

Now, things were a bit awkward.

"I'm really fine, thank you." Su Yuyan hurriedly struggled to get up, signaling Wu Song to let her go.

But struggling only made it worse.

Once she struggled, the big gun beneath her rubbed more.

A surge of numbing pleasure overwhelmed her.

Even more stimulating than before.

Leaving Su Yuyan almost crying out in pleasure.

She dared not move.

Fortunately, Xue Qingyao stepped forward to support Su Yuyan, worriedly asking, "Yanyan, are you really okay? Don't hide it out of embarrassment. You've just recovered. Don't relapse."

Seizing the opportunity, Su Yuyan broke free from Wu Song, flicking her hair back to reveal a delicate face, feigning calm as she said, "I'm fine, Aunt. I didn't even fall earlier, Wu Song caught me."

Xue Qingyao remained unconvinced and wanted to check Su Yuyan thoroughly.

Su Yuyan grew anxious, her underwear was still damp; if Xue Qingyao touched it, it would be too embarrassing to explain.

"I'm really okay, Aunt. Let's head up quickly; Tian Tian is waiting upstairs." Su Yuyan hurriedly shook off Xue Qingyao's hands, pulling her upstairs.

Xue Qingyao didn't mind having her hands brushed off, still looking at Su Yuyan worriedly, "Are you really okay?"

Su Yuyan reaffirmed seriously, "I'm really fine... oh come on, stop it. Let's just go up."

As she pulled Xue Qingyao upstairs, she couldn't resist glancing back at Wu Song, only to see his crotch still tented high.

Her heart tightened, recalling that thick, hot hardness in his pants pressing against her soft spot, that feeling...

She dared not think further.

Hurriedly turning back, she pulled Xue Qingyao along.

Xue Qingyao also glanced back at Wu Song.

Noticing the high tent as well.

Suddenly realizing.

Why Su Yuyan was in such a rush and panic.

Remembering how Su Yuyan had sat on Wu Song's crotch for a while.

She must've been poked by Wu Song's big gun.

This panic was understandable.

Yet inside she sighed, silly girl, still young, not knowing the benefits of the big gun.

You've encountered such a great one, why not embrace it instead of fearing it?

Xue Qingyao, a bit helpless, went to the balcony with Su Yuyan for tea.

Wu Song followed with a smile, silent.

But looking up, he could see Xue Qingyao's plump ass and Su Yuyan's perky butt, one thick and one curvy, each with its charm, causing a thrilling itch inside him.

Wu Song rubbed his fingers, tempted to give a playful smack or touch.

Upon reaching the balcony.

He saw Su Yuyan and Xue Qingyao already having tea with Song Mengtian.

Wu Song approached.

Seeing Xue Qingyao lift a teacup and take a sip with a smile.

The milky white at her mouth's corner.

Was still visible.

Wu Song glanced at Su Yuyan and Song Mengtian.

Su Yuyan seemed oblivious, but Song Mengtian, more experienced, should notice something.

Wu Song sat down and took the teacup handed by Song Mengtian with a smile.

Wu Song said with a smile, "Thanks."

Song Mengtian rolled her eyes at him, saying, "Why so polite?"

Then glancing at Xue Qingyao, she finally noticed her mouth corner, showing doubt, wanting to ask Xue Qingyao, but held back, seemingly having thought of something, casting Wu Song a curious glance,

Wu Song paid no attention, continuing to sip tea as if nothing happened.

Song Mengtian picked up her phone, pretending to check messages as she texted Wu Song.

"What's up with Aunt Xue's mouth?"

Wu Song smiled upon seeing the message and replied, "What's up with her mouth?"

"You don't know?"

"Of course I don't know, her mouth isn't mine."

"Alright."

Song Mengtian stopped texting.

She put down her phone and looked at Xue Qingyao.

"Aunt Xue, did you drink milk earlier?" Song Mengtian asked.

Xue Qingyao asked puzzled, "Milk? Oh, why?"

Song Mengtian pointed at the corner of Xue Qingyao's mouth, saying, "There's a bit left, let me wipe it for you."

Song Mengtian said, reaching for a tissue to wipe Xue Qingyao's mouth.

Xue Qingyao froze for a moment, then realized, smiled, shaking her head, and directly licked it with her tongue into her mouth.

She even smacked her lips, smiling, "This brand of milk is really tasty."

"Oh? Which brand? I like milk too. I'll get some next time." Song Mengtian smiled.

Xue Qingyao froze, not expecting Song Mengtian to be so persistent.

For a moment, she wanted to name a brand of milk, feeling puzzled, she subconsciously glanced at Wu Song.

Wu Song picked up his teacup, sipped water, and said, in agreement, "Could it be Songyuan brand milk?"

Xue Qingyao's eyes lit up, nodding in praise, "Oh Wu Song, how did you know? You're like a worm in my stomach."

Wu Song laughed heartily, thinking to himself, I've put bugs in your stomach before, but they weren't worms.

"Aunt Xue, you're quite the joker. Do you have a hole in you? How would I even put bugs in there?"

Wu Song lifted his teacup, took a sip, and teasingly looked at Xue Qingyao.

Xue Qingyao giggled, "That depends on whether you want to put them in. Need Auntie to teach you?"