Toon Chapter 2

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Ping Shui Village was nestled at the foot of a mountain. Most of the villagers made a living by farming. In recent years, development outside had accelerated, but the village was far from the town and transportation was inconvenient, causing some people to move away.

Consequently, the village only had a dozen or so households, and they were not clustered closely together.

Zhou Lingchun’s house consisted of three tiled rooms, built only a few years ago. Some fruit trees were planted behind the house to provide shade for the front. A well was dug diagonally in front of the house, and a month ago, the man had built an arbor against the wall on the left side of the house. Grapevines and other creeping plants climbed up it. Liansheng, his grandmother, and the little dog would often sit there to rest in the evenings.

Although it was hot outside, the house remained relatively cool.

Liansheng was savoring the lingering taste of the popsicle in his mouth when the man unexpectedly captured his lips. The man’s fiery tongue churned inside his mouth a few times, instantly heating up the previously cool flesh.

Angry, he bit Zhou Lingchun’s tongue, clenching his hands into fists and hammering Zhou Lingchun’s back a few times. The force wasn’t great, but Zhou Lingchun still stopped. Liansheng gasped, cursing, “Who told you to eat my mouth! My mouth is all hot now, and it’s all your fault!”

Getting hot was inevitable sooner or later, but if Zhou Lingchun was the one who made him hot, that was unacceptable.

Quite a temper.

Zhou Lingchun said, “I’ll buy you one next time.” After saying that, he went to suck Liansheng’s lips. Having received the promise, Liansheng considered the matter settled. He enthusiastically hugged his man’s head, sticking out his tongue for the man to eat, humming as they kissed, completely shameless.

With their pants stripped off, the room was bright. Liansheng realized this and ordered Zhou Lingchun, “Hurry up and close the door!”

With the arrow already on the string, Zhou Lingchun suppressed himself, got up, closed the door, and drew the curtains. The room plunged into dimness, but Liansheng, stripped naked on the bed, was still blindingly white, like a splash of spilled milk.

Liansheng didn’t look like much in ordinary clothes; his chest was flat. Granny Sun only took him for an underdeveloped girl and often privately told Zhou Lingchun’s grandmother that Liansheng’s chest was too small to nurse children later.

But she didn’t know that Liansheng wasn’t a girl, and her worry for Zhou Lingchun was utterly wasted. Zhou Lingchun loved Liansheng’s body dearly. Liansheng’s chest had already been sucked into a small curve, his waist was so slender Zhou Lingchun could cup it with one hand, and all the weight he’d gained had gone straight to his butt, forming a plump, rounded curve.

And between his thighs, he possessed a man’s yin-stem and the xue that only women had.

With the door closed and the curtains drawn, Liansheng became even more unashamed. He lay on the bed, spreading his legs wide, his tender white toes hooking his man’s waist, urging him to enter quickly.

The xue-mouth, despite being worked so many times, was still pink and glistening with clear liquid. The man’s large hand gripped Liansheng’s thigh, the soft flesh almost overflowing his palm. His other hand held his already hardened, purplish-red xing-tool and thrust it inside.

Liansheng didn’t know how big the other men’s things in the village were, but his man’s thing was truly like a donkey’s—it felt so good to be worked by it. The first time he’d climbed into the man’s bed and tasted it, his body had become addicted. However, something so big and long wasn’t entirely good; he always felt like he was about to be pierced through the next second.

He had lost a small segment of his memory and hadn’t found his way home yet. It would be too embarrassing to be screwed to death on a bed like this by a man.

Zhou Lingchun’s earlier promise to help him find his family had also faded into nothing.

The man’s thing was thrust halfway in. Liansheng felt the painful stretch and pinched the arm resting on his leg, saying, “Stop going in! If you go any further, you’ll break me!”

Clamped tightly, Zhou Lingchun was sweating all over. He leaned over Liansheng, and large beads of sweat rolled down his wheat-colored skin onto Liansheng’s chest. The person beneath him was overly demanding and delicate in bed, refusing to make things easy for him. Zhou Lingchun took a breath, lowered his head to lick, fiercely sucking Liansheng’s nipples, making the person cry out in pleasure, pulling at Zhou Lingchun’s coarse, stiff hair.

“Yes, right there, eat slowly…”

“It hurts, lick it, lick it.”

“Wuu…”

These cries made the man’s face flush crimson, all the blood rushing to his lower body. Which man in the village didn’t just grunt and pump away in his own house? When the women felt good, they bit their lips, refusing to cry out. Only Liansheng was shameless, moaning and whimpering, calling out naughtier than a cat in heat on a spring night. Zhou Lingchun watched the person squinting in pleasure, tensed all his muscles, and, seizing the moment of confusion, thrust everything inside in one go.

Liansheng was pressed breathless and hit Zhou Lingchun’s head, but his xue was honest, spilling out large amounts of fluid. The sudden rush of pleasure made his whole body feel electrified. His small frame couldn’t handle it, and his legs trembled, blaming Zhou Lingchun.

Zhou Lingchun chuckled, picked the person up, and worked him while sitting on his lap, letting Liansheng hit and pinch him. His arms supported Liansheng’s full, rounded butt, bulging with coiled muscles, sturdy enough to lift hundreds of pounds of rice. Coordinating with the movements below, up and down, he quickly worked the person until he was satisfied, until he sprayed, and was utterly exhausted.

The man’s shoulders were twice as wide as Liansheng’s. Liansheng lay draped over Zhou Lingchun’s shoulder, his fingers damp and dangling limply to the side, panting softly.

Both of them had sweated profusely in the intense heat, their sweat mixing together. Outside, the cicadas in the trees chirped incessantly. Wangcai, the dog, had returned at some point and was lying under the arbor, eyes closed, napping.

Finally, Zhou Lingchun pressed the person down onto the mat on his knees, ignoring the cries of “ouch, ouch” from the person beneath him. He rammed hard inside, hitting so forcefully that the butt cheeks before him rippled like waves of flesh, turning red, before he finally shot a large amount of essence deep inside.

When they were done, he pulled Liansheng down to rest on the mat with him. The man was panting, and Liansheng, finding it noisy, covered his mouth.

The palm covering his nose carried a sweet, cloying fragrance. Before his eyes was a expanse of soft white skin, and in his ears, Liansheng was whining and coaxing him to be quieter. Zhou Lingchun glanced out through the gap in the curtains. It was still early. He flipped over, ready for another round.

Liansheng refused, kicking the man hard, like a rabbit kicking the man’s shoulders and chest. The movement was too vigorous, and the xue, which couldn’t close after being worked, spilled out large streaks of thick white essence, dripping onto the mat.

“No! Absolutely not! Are you an animal? We just finished, and you want to go again.”

“Wuu, you’re satisfied, but you won’t feel sorry for me at all…”

“I think you’ve learned from all those bad men at the village entrance, not treating your wife like a treasure.”

His final kick landed on Zhou Lingchun’s face, irritating the man. Zhou Lingchun immediately grabbed Liansheng’s slender leg. His eyes sharpened, and he said in a deep voice, “You’re talking nonsense. When have I not served you until you were completely comfortable?”

Whose wife in the village didn’t behave well in bed, letting the man do whatever he wanted? If a wife didn’t listen, the men would slap them once, and they’d become obedient, never daring to disobey again. Only his wife was more delicate than an ancestor on a shrine, bossing him around in bed, constantly hitting and scolding him.

Liansheng pouted. “But I’m hot! It’s so hot at noon, and I already accompanied you once. You beast, you’ll want another time tonight! Are you trying to kill me? You might as well just screw me to death right now.”

As he spoke, tears welled up and streamed down his pale face. “A few days ago, you promised to take me to the pond to pick lotus pods. If we don’t pick them soon, they’ll get old. How will we eat them then?”

“Liar, liar! All you think about is sex, and you don’t even care about your wife anymore. If the lotus pods get old, don’t even think about screwing me again! I’ll find my family and go home!”

Great. One moment he was demanding a popsicle in bed, and the next he was demanding lotus pods.

Zhou Lingchun had no choice. He held the person in his arms and coaxed him, fetching water for him to bathe. He skipped his afternoon work in the fields and took his wife to the pond to pick lotus pods.

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Liansheng: Men, easily conquered.