Toon Chapter 28

The fluid that erupted soaked the man’s neck, and Liansheng’s inner thighs were also thoroughly drenched. Zhou Lingchun didn’t stop; instead, he continued to kiss Liansheng’s reddened little pussy, gently licking the small slit, seemingly unable to pull away. One hand reached forward to grasp the underdeveloped little thing, his thumb slowly rubbing it.

Liansheng was clearly enjoying it; his eyes were glazed over, and his thighs instinctively tried to close. After Zhou Lingchun slapped him, he bit the quilt and lifted his butt even higher.

“Hurry… hurry and come in.”

The female hole contracted and expanded, still glistening with clear fluid. Seeing this, Zhou Lingchun’s erection grew even harder. He pulled down his waistband, and his thick, long, dark penis sprang out on its own. Without another word, he gripped the wrist-thick penis and shoved it into the small slit. The opening, unable to take the size, was stretched wide, tightly adhering to the penis, while the sensitive flesh inside twisted and sucked at the man’s glans, wrapping it hotly. The slickness acted as lubrication, and every inch he gained made Zhou Lingchun’s scalp tingle with pleasure.

However, it had been six or seven days since they last did it, and the hole was tighter than before. Liansheng’s bottom swallowed the penis with a mix of satisfaction and impatience. His eyebrows furrowed, and he let out unbearable moans from his throat, saying between gasps, “How did you get bigger again? Ah, pull out a little…”

In the winter air, Zhou Lingchun was sweating on his forehead from Liansheng’s tight grip. He grabbed Liansheng’s waist with his large hands, retreated slightly, and then thrust forward with force, burying the entire length deep into the hole. Juices flowed profusely, leaving no gap.

This sudden, deep thrust made Liansheng throw his head back, mouth wide open, unable to make a sound. Saliva dripped from the corner of his lips. The little pussy below spasmed in waves, and his lower abdomen grew sore and numb. The man’s length was too great; going too deep was always a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Ooh…” He finally made a sound as the man, standing at the edge of the bed, began to move. The thick, hard cock started pumping rapidly in and out of the small hole, hitting Liansheng’s butt with slapping sounds. The color of his member was quite dark, and its movement in and out of the tender hole was incredibly arousing. A large amount of slick fluid was churned out, running down his inner thighs. Every time the entire length plunged in, Liansheng would cry out, saying how comfortable and amazing it felt, and then crying out that it was too deep and he couldn’t take it.

The glans hammered against the sensitive spot of the flower hole. Liansheng’s tongue poked out; his whole body felt electrified and weak. His hips were held high by the man’s hands. Unable to bear it, his waist sagged, and his entire upper body began to press against the bed. Both his feet were in the air, his tender white soles pressing against the man’s thighs, curling and gripping the man’s taut, muscular legs with every thrust.

The penis was penetrating almost vertically, causing waves of flesh to ripple across his butt. The clothes on his body had fallen away, exposing his soft waist, and his lower abdomen swelled into a noticeable curve.

Zhou Lingchun’s eyes were bloodshot from the exertion. He didn’t feel tired at all after going at it for so long. Instead, looking at the exposed, lustful white butt, he only wanted to keep pounding hard and fuck Liansheng to death. The sound of “slap, slap, slap” was incessant, and the bed groaned under the strain. Thankfully, the bed was placed against the wall; if it had been in the center of the room, it would have likely moved with the man’s powerful thrusts.

Liansheng was fucked senseless. He had initially begged the man to be gentle and slow, but eventually, he too was lost in the vortex of desire, his face flushed red, his expression ecstatic. He cried out for the man to thrust harder and fuck him to death.

The small hole had already squirted countless times. When there was nothing left to squirt, urine began to trickle out of the urethra and penis in front. But Liansheng could no longer distinguish what was flowing out; he only felt that even squirting wasn’t satisfying enough. He rocked his hips and cried out, “Husband, go deeper, please! It hurts so much, my bottom doesn’t feel right…”

But the man’s member was already so deep that his scrotum was almost pressing in. Going any deeper would truly injure him. The man, who knew Liansheng’s body better than he did, reached down and twisted the clitoris, which had been swollen from sucking. A terrifying mix of pleasure and pain instantly shot through Liansheng’s body. Liansheng screamed, his whole body shaking violently, and his hole clamped down on the man’s member, squirting another large gush of fluid. The entire room was filled with a sweet, musky scent.

As if struggling for survival, Liansheng thrashed with his hands and feet. Only then did he realize that his kneecaps, resting on the edge of the bed, were already painfully numb and immobile. He whimpered about his legs hurting. Zhou Lingchun reached out and scooped him up. Maintaining the insertion, he flipped Liansheng over so they were face-to-face, holding him while standing in the room, his cock thrusting upwards into Liansheng’s tight hole. Liansheng, unable to bear it, grabbed the man’s hair, leaving several red marks on his face. His insteps were tightly flexed, forming a graceful arc in the air.

At some point, the bed had become Zhou Lingchun’s domain. Liansheng was only meant to be obediently fucked, no longer acting spoiled and kicking his feet, demanding the man stop, only for the man to actually comply.

But this rougher kind of sex was truly enjoyable and satisfying. Every time, Liansheng was so pleased that he couldn’t stop drooling, experiencing his man’s prowess. When it was over, he would still crave this kind of treatment next time, so he indulged his man.

Finally, the man pinned him against the wall, delivering dozens more furious, torrential thrusts before panting heavily and emptying all his thick semen into the female hole. Liansheng closed his eyes, nearly passing out. Only when he knew the man was finished did his tender white feet relax and droop limply.

The two lay on the bed, their inner clothes soaked with sweat, covered by a single quilt. Liansheng rested on the man’s chest, listening to Zhou Lingchun’s heavy breathing. He tilted his head to reach the man’s face, finally planting a kiss on his chin.

When the man’s penis was withdrawn, Liansheng’s hole wouldn’t close. It felt as if air was seeping in. As he lay on the bed, legs spread, allowing the man to wipe him with a warm, wet towel, he cried, saying his bottom had been ruined.

Liansheng’s tears made Zhou Lingchun hard again, but now was truly not the time for more sex. Liansheng’s little pussy was wet and soft from the towel compress, looking utterly tempting. Zhou Lingchun suppressed the urge to lick it again, kissed him on the top, and put on a new pair of underwear for Liansheng, saying, “It’s not ruined. It will close up soon.”

He tucked Liansheng back into the quilt. “Rest for a while first.”

The sound of a walking stick came from outside. Zhou Lingchun knew Grandma was awake and coming out. He gently coaxed Liansheng, saying, “Grandma just woke up. You’re not feeling well, so don’t go down to see her and talk.”

“How can I not? Grandma must miss me too!”

Liansheng wouldn’t listen and started putting on his clothes, insisting he had to greet Grandma today. Zhou Lingchun pressed him back down onto the bed and said, “How about I call Grandma over here?”

“No way!” Liansheng’s face was slightly red. “We made such a mess here. If you’re not embarrassed, I am!”

He then tried to get up and put on his shoes, but his waist felt weak, and his legs ached, devoid of strength. He tugged on Zhou Lingchun’s sleeve and said, “Hurry and put my shoes on for me. I’ll only be down for a moment.”

Zhou Lingchun slipped on his slippers. Liansheng, without his usual pampered demeanor, endured the discomfort and ran out to find Grandma, saying, “Grandma, I’m back!”

Grandma didn’t hear clearly, but the voice sounded like Liansheng’s. She grabbed Liansheng’s wrist and felt the emerald green bracelet on it. “Is that Shengsheng? Shengsheng, you’re back?”

“Yes, Grandma, I’m back…”

Grandma’s eyes welled up. “It’s good that you’re back, it’s good that you’re back…”

*

In the evening, Zhou Lingchun changed Liansheng into pajamas and tucked him into the warm bed, which had been heated by a hot water bottle.

The large tracts of newly leased farmland were all converted to grow medicinal herbs. The village had never grown them before. Although Zhou Lingchun had discovered that these herbs grew well in the mountains, it was uncertain if they would fare the same in the fields. Liansheng lay in bed while Zhou Lingchun sat at the table, reading books on cultivating medicinal herbs. His shadow was cast on the wall.

Liansheng was bored. After lying quietly for about ten minutes, he rolled to the edge of the bed and reached out to tug on Zhou Lingchun’s clothes, saying, “Why aren’t you coming to sleep yet?”

“You sleep first.”

Liansheng pouted. “How can I sleep if you don’t come? It’s so cold in the bed.”

Zhou Lingchun put down his book. “Cold? Don’t you have a hot water bottle?”

“Hot water bottle, hot water bottle. I might as well sleep with the hot water bottle from now on. What do I need you for?” Liansheng used one arm to pull Zhou Lingchun toward the bed. “Hurry up and come here.”

Zhou Lingchun then lay down by the edge of the bed, leaning against the headboard, still holding his book in one hand. The quilt was warm. He pulled Liansheng into his arms. Liansheng’s feet pressed against Zhou Lingchun’s legs, icy cold. Zhou Lingchun frowned and said, “Why are they so cold?”

“It’s all because you haven’t warmed my feet.”

Zhou Lingchun put the book aside and clamped Liansheng’s cold feet between his own legs to warm them. Although Liansheng had delicate skin and hadn’t endured much hardship, his health didn’t seem great. His feet were always freezing every winter. Zhou Lingchun pulled the quilt higher, covering Liansheng’s entire shoulders, leaving only his head exposed. He said, “You’re still weak. Next time, I’ll take you to a Chinese doctor for acupuncture.”

Grandma’s health used to be poor, and some of her ailments were cured through acupuncture.

“Ah, no, no. Those needles are so long and thin! Sticking them in my body—I’m scared.” Liansheng shrank his neck and nestled against Zhou Lingchun’s chest. “How can you be so mean? What if the doctor’s technique is poor, or if I move because I’m afraid of the pain, and the needle hits somewhere else? I might die!”

Hearing this, Zhou Lingchun’s expression became serious, as if such a thing had genuinely happened. He held Liansheng tightly. “Then we won’t go.” After all, cold feet weren’t too serious. He always warmed them up eventually.

Once Liansheng’s feet were mostly warm, Zhou Lingchun wanted to pick up the book again. He couldn’t help it; if he didn’t read, his mind would always wander back to Liansheng. Then Liansheng would complain endlessly and call him a beast. Reading cleared his mind naturally and allowed him to gain knowledge. If the medicinal herbs truly grew well this time, then next year…

Zhou Lingchun’s heart swelled with excitement.

Liansheng didn’t understand his thoughts, only feeling that Zhou Lingchun seemed different, somehow colder, after he had been away this time. He was slightly displeased by the man’s disregard. He tugged at his hair and stroked his hand, but the man caught his hand with a single motion, immobilizing him. Liansheng, exasperated, flipped over and straddled Zhou Lingchun, blocking his view of the book.

The quilt slipped down to Liansheng’s shoulders.

“Stop messing around.” Zhou Lingchun pulled the quilt back up over Liansheng’s shoulders.

Liansheng licked his lips. He didn’t want to get off and decided to ask a question to start a conversation.

He leaned ambiguously toward Zhou Lingchun’s ear, breathing soft, warm air.

He whispered, “When I was gone, did you ever think about doing it yourself while you were alone at home?”