Toon Chapter 10

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The land cultivated at the foot of the mountain wasn’t extensive, totaling only about eight or nine mu, all planted with corn. Zhou Lingchun had sown his corn early, and in a patch of corn stalks that still held some green, two mu had already turned a scorched yellow.

The sun gradually climbed directly overhead, and the sunlight became blinding. Zhou Lingchun had a towel draped around his neck. In a patch of corn stalks that was nearly withered, he deftly snapped the ears of corn off the stalks. With a quick motion, he peeled off the husks, then snapped the base with a crisp crack and tossed it into the bag at his feet.

In the areas he had already harvested, scattered bags full of corn, tied shut with rope, were piled up like stone blocks.

When the bag at his feet was full and he was tying it shut with hemp rope, a rustling sound suddenly arose nearby. It was Liansheng, wearing a skirt and holding a jar of mung bean soup, pushing through the layers of corn leaves.

“Zhou Lingchun!” Liansheng called out, immediately rushing into the man’s arms.

“Didn’t I tell you not to come?”

Zhou Lingchun took the mung bean soup and set it aside. Cupping Liansheng’s buttocks, he lifted him up and sat him down on the corn bags. Liansheng’s pair of fair, tender legs wrapped around the man’s waist. One hand rested on the man’s shoulder, and the other took the towel from the man’s neck to wipe away his sweat. Liansheng smiled and said, “I missed you. It’s hot, and I was worried you’d get heatstroke.”

“It’s not hot,” the man said, pressing his forehead against Liansheng’s. He actually felt that Liansheng’s forehead was warmer. He lowered his head and took a bite of Liansheng’s lips. “How much could you miss me? We just saw each other last night.”

Liansheng complained, “It’s all your fault! You snuck off before I woke up.”

The two had agreed the night before that Zhou Lingchun would take Liansheng to the fields together just as dawn broke. But Zhou Lingchun had woken up and left by himself, leaving Liansheng sound asleep. When Liansheng woke up, the spot beside him was already cold. He was so angry he pounded Zhou Lingchun’s pillow twice.

Liansheng’s skin was delicate. If the old corn leaves scraped him, he would itch and scratch himself constantly. If he encountered a caterpillar, it would be even worse—would Zhou Lingchun be picking corn or coaxing Liansheng and helping him catch bugs?

Zhou Lingchun replied casually, “I was busy.”

Liansheng stopped talking. His small hand slipped under the man’s shirt to touch Zhou Lingchun’s chest. It was sweaty and the flesh there was the softest and felt the best; everywhere else was impossibly hard. As the chest rose and fell with his breathing, he found the man’s nipples. His fingers toyed with them like pebbles, and he said petulantly, “That’s still not okay. I missed you terribly at home… I don’t care, next year you can’t plant this much corn.”

Zhou Lingchun caught the hand on his chest. “How much did you miss me?”

It was meant as playful banter, but Liansheng immediately guided Zhou Lingchun’s hand down, under his skirt and into his underwear. That place was already wet, hot and soft, though he didn’t know when it had happened.

Liansheng countered, “It’s been three days, hasn’t it?”

His tailbone was resting on the man’s large hand, and his cheeks were flushed as he tried to push the man’s fingers inside. He had secretly played with himself once before, but his little mouth below was used to the man’s service, and his own fingers just couldn’t satisfy it, plus he wasn’t good at it and had only squirted a little.

“Dirty.”

Zhou Lingchun quickly pulled his hand out and used the towel to wipe his fingers completely clean. Liansheng whimpered anxiously until the man finally thrust his fingers back in.

As the rough, calloused fingers—worn from working these past few days—slid in, the little hole immediately secreted fluid. Liansheng straightened his back, taking all the fingers inside, and twisted his hips, letting out small, wanton moans of pleasure.

“Mmm… Husband, it feels so good, faster…”

They were completely surrounded by corn stalks, making it extremely secluded. It was nearly noon, and besides the two of them, there was no one else, not even a bird bothered to fly overhead. The layers of corn stalks enveloped them. Neither of them felt ashamed; instead, it added a thrill of secret excitement.

The sunlight shone straight down, piercing through the corn leaves and falling onto their bodies, growing increasingly hot. The man’s breathing was heavy, and the muscles in his arms bulged. He rocked back and forth, his wrist driving his fingers to pound inside the wet hole. A gurgling sound of water echoed with the thrusting, and the wanton fluid streamed down his palm.

Liansheng was close to climaxing from the fingering. Suddenly, the man pulled out his fingers, stripped Liansheng’s underwear down to his thighs, and made him lean over the corn bag, sticking his butt out. Then, as if parched for a long time, he knelt on the ground, lifted Liansheng’s skirt, and dipped his head to lick Liansheng’s little hole.

The pink, tender female hole was already engorged and red from the fingers. Zhou Lingchun spread the white, round buttocks, pulling the opening wide to reveal a finger-sized hole. His tongue thrust in and out, and his lips wrapped around the opening, fiercely sucking the wanton fluid, swallowing it all.

Liansheng gripped the edge of the bag, trembling all over with pleasure. He cried out that there was no more fluid and to stop sucking, yet he twisted his hips, sliding onto the man’s tongue, utterly shameless. The soft tongue powerfully licked the clitoris along the opening. After just a few repetitions, another gush of fluid sprayed out. The man slapped his butt, telling him to be quieter. The dough-like white butt instantly turned red.

The wind rustled the leaves. Liansheng, embarrassed, sucked on his own fingers, making muffled sounds. He had shifted from a bent-over position to sitting on the man’s mouth with his legs spread wide. His two fleshy lips were pressed to the sides, and his damp thigh flesh squeezed against the man’s face.

They were both drenched in sweat. Only when the hole was licked dry and could yield no more fluid did Zhou Lingchun finally satisfy his craving. He stood up from under Liansheng’s skirt.

He stripped off his sweat-soaked undershirt, revealing his sun-reddened muscles. He casually wiped the wanton fluid from his neck and tossed the shirt aside. His arms, thicker than Liansheng’s calves, scooped up Liansheng’s two pale, smooth thighs and hooked them over his waist. He pulled down his waistband, released his manhood, and began to thrust directly in the standing position.

They hadn’t slept together for several days. Zhou Lingchun was considerate of Liansheng running around during the day and hadn’t touched him at night, but Liansheng couldn’t hold back and had eagerly sought out the man himself.

The purplish-red organ rapidly thrust in and out of the little hole. Liansheng cried out with little moans. His thighs were hooked over the man’s arms, and his calves wrapped around the man’s strong waist. He kept saying, “You’re killing me, you’re killing me,” but his legs didn’t loosen their grip at all, unlike before when he would run away after a short while. The man’s stamina was extraordinary. His large hands held Liansheng’s buttocks. With every movement, the muscles in his waist pulled the muscles in his back, rising and falling. The thick organ went in and out completely, churning the wanton fluid into foam. He, too, panted heavily with pleasure.

No one would have expected that in this cornfield at the foot of the mountain, two people were engaged in such intense outdoor lovemaking!

Liansheng panted with his lips parted, his eyes glazed over. He extended his tongue to lick the sweat from the man’s shoulder. His hair was wet and clung to his cheeks in strands. It was impossible to distinguish between the fluid from his hole and sweat. The fluid from both of them dripped down their skin, as if they were standing in the rain. The intensity was such that the ground where they stood was soaked.

Yet neither of them was willing to stop.

Only when Liansheng’s legs became too slippery to hold on and he couldn’t bear the pounding any longer did Zhou Lingchun finally feed all his essence into that little hole. Then, still inserted, he sat down on the corn bag, holding the person in his arms and slowly savoring the moment.

The fatigue of the entire morning seemed to vanish.

Liansheng’s breathing slowed from rapid to steady. His wet, dark, bright eyes looked up at the man’s handsome face, and he called out, “Husband.” As their eyes met, they immediately began kissing again, unable to part.