Toon Chapter 8

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Lian Sheng’s eyes flashed with cunning, and the corner of his mouth couldn’t help but curl up. “What should we do then… Why don’t you tell me first, did I say something wrong or not?”

Zhou Lingchun remained silent.

The two of them were still connected below, and Lian Sheng felt a little uncomfortable being stretched. He shifted, then slapped Zhou Lingchun’s chest with a soft, weak force. “Hurry up and tell me. If you don’t, I’ll snip that hard thing off!”

“You didn’t say anything wrong.”

The man’s deep eyes stared at Lian Sheng’s face. His powerful arms held the other’s butt and thrust hard twice. He lowered his head to kiss him.

Lian Sheng covered his mouth. A muffled voice came through his fingers. “Then do you admit you’re like a dog?”

After five seconds, Zhou Lingchun gritted his teeth and said, “Yes!”

Lian Sheng released his hand and laughed, showing a few teeth. But before he could laugh twice, he was suddenly grabbed by the back of the neck, pressed down onto the bed, and fiercely kissed. Since they had already reached this point, Lian Sheng no longer tried to dodge. However, the man seemed desperate, consuming his mouth with force, sucking his tongue until it was almost numb.

He didn’t spare him below either. Zhou Lingchun truly became a mad dog. The muscles on his body, pressing down from above, bulged. His large, eggplant-like member vigorously pumped inside the little flower. Those muscles weren’t developed from lifting weights in the city; they were honed from real, hard farm work—carrying wheat and tilling the land. Every brutal thrust brought out large amounts of wetness, making squelching sounds that flowed down both their legs.

Lian Sheng’s small frame couldn’t take many hits before he started whimpering and tearing up. His legs were forced wide open, his lips were swollen from being kissed, and broken moans spilled from the corners of his mouth. This man truly didn’t hold back at all. When he kissed, he kissed; when he did it, he did it. Why use so much force? He was genuinely afraid Zhou Lingchun would suffocate him with his kisses on the bed. He struggled to hit the man’s broad back.

The man released his mouth. Lian Sheng called Zhou Lingchun’s name twice, unable to say anything else. His body below the waist was lifted into the air, receiving the upward thrusts. He felt an indescribable pleasure, as if he had been tossed high into the sky, only to fall and be caught securely. His pale belly bulged from the pounding, and he couldn’t hold back his drool, which ran out. His face was flushed with lust.

“Ah, be gentle… I’m going to come.”

“Ah ha…”

Lian Sheng cried out, and a small gush of water sprayed out of his body. He cried out for the man to shoot inside him. Then, after dozens of thrusts, amidst the man’s heavy panting, he was filled with thick essence.

Both of them broke into a heavy sweat, soaked as if they had been caught in the rain. After finishing, Zhou Lingchun, still unsatisfied, grabbed his butt and rammed a few more times. Lian Sheng kicked and cried, refusing to let him continue, so the man finally collapsed onto the bed, holding Lian Sheng tightly and gently kissing his lips again.

Lian Sheng obediently stuck out his tongue. After resting for a while, he realized what he was doing and reached up to grab the man’s hair. There were still unshed tears on his cheeks. “You really want to screw me to death on this bed, don’t you? You might not be embarrassed, but I am.” As he spoke, he felt something flowing out of his flower. He couldn’t hold it in and started crying again. “It must be ruined down there,呜呜. This is how you hurt me. You really are a mad dog, and you still won’t admit it.”

Zhou Lingchun was already desensitized. He leaned down to lick the glistening tears on Lian Sheng’s face and used his hand to wipe the snot that ran out of Lian Sheng’s nose. His heart felt surprisingly clear as he said, “It won’t be ruined. Whatever dog you say I am, that’s what I am.”

“Hmph. Then you’re a bad dog, a greedy dog.” Lian Sheng leaned into the man’s arms, his tears turning into a smile.

Outside the window, insects chirped, making the night seem even quieter. Every household had long since turned off their lights and gone to sleep. Only Zhou Lingchun’s house still had one room lit. Wangcai was sleeping under the awning, and the light shining from the window fell on him. At the slightest sound or movement, he immediately opened his eyes.

The two people in the room were kissing again, making smacking sounds.

They already felt they hadn’t been close enough these past few days, and their little spat only served as seasoning.

That’s how young couples were: fighting at the head of the bed and making up at the foot. Usually, after one session, the man would compromise. Unless it was a matter of principle, Zhou Lingchun generally indulged Lian Sheng.

But soon, the man flipped over again, spread Lian Sheng’s legs, and wanted another round. Lian Sheng twisted his body to dodge. “It hurts from chafing down there. No, no.”

Zhou Lingchun’s hand, which had been touching the flower, moved to the back. “Then use this.”

As their relationship improved, Lian Sheng was also more permissive. He thought it had been a long time since they used the back entrance. He just pouted and said, “Then be gentle, or I won’t be able to sit on a stool tomorrow.”

Zhou Lingchun reached out, pulled the quilt over, and spread it on the bed, then scooped up Lian Sheng’s waist and made him kneel on it. Lian Sheng complained he was tired and lay on the quilt, refusing to cooperate. The man, maintaining the position, helped him stretch, applying the slick water from the girl flower onto the entrance. Only after the expansion was complete did Lian Sheng reluctantly kneel properly, arching his butt like a cat stretching. His pale, tender butt looked like a soft peach hanging on a tree. Zhou Lingchun parted his butt cheeks and, in that position, thrust in inch by inch.

Lian Sheng moaned comfortably, shaking his hips, unsure what to do as he was stretched. The back eye sucked tightly onto the man’s thing, refusing to let go. The man’s veins throbbed on his forehead from the tightness. He shoved his fingers into Lian Sheng’s mouth to stop him from crying out too wantonly, preventing himself from finishing too soon.

They continued for a long time. By the end, Lian Sheng was lying prone on the bed, his butt cheeks parted as he was pounded. Both his butt eye and his two flowers were swollen and filled with essence before they finally stopped.

After pouring hot water and washing up, it was already the middle of the night. The temperature had cooled down. The two of them lay under the quilt, whispering to each other while they were still awake. Zhou Lingchun rarely spoke; he just held Lian Sheng’s arm and kissed it, unable to let go. It was Lian Sheng who chattered away, rambling from one end of the village to the other, talking about trivial and inappropriate things. Things like who was cheating, which man beat his wife, how a woman took her child back to her parents’ house, or how he saw a weasel kill Old Lady Sun’s chicken… He also asked Zhou Lingchun to pick the stars from the sky for him, and told Zhou Lingchun to go up the mountain and chop down the tree that took five people to hug, to use as firewood…

Zhou Lingchun thought he was tired and told him to stop talking. Lian Sheng refused, saying they hadn’t had a proper conversation in days.

The night was thick, dotted with stars.

Just as Lian Sheng was about to fall asleep on the man’s chest, he suddenly woke up, wanting to get up and check on the ducklings outside.

“Let me go look. I won’t feel relieved if I don’t. What if they get cold outside?”

Zhou Lingchun wouldn’t let him go, saying the ducklings were covered tightly, and Wangcai wouldn’t bite them, so he should rest assured. Finally, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When the first ray of dawn lit up the sky, the roosters in other homes began to crow. Lian Sheng, still in his sleep, habitually hugged the man’s neck and mumbled, “Don’t get up.” With the man gently patting his back, the two of them sank back into deep sleep.

Until the light of day was bright, a new day had begun.