Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 38 - 38 38 Turning the Tables

38: Chapter 38: Turning the Tables 38: Chapter 38: Turning the Tables This abrupt statement made Yang Fan think he was hallucinating.

He asked, uncertain, “Sister, what did you just say?”

The woman turned around, and with a serious, ashen face, looked directly at Yang Fan and said, “I’m telling you to touch me, and I’ll give you money!”

“Sister, it’s not about the money…” Yang Fan hurriedly began to reply, but the woman harshly cut him off before he could finish.

“If you don’t touch me, I’ll accuse you of molestation.

My family has power!” the woman stated bluntly.

Yang Fan: …

A surge of anger suddenly welled up within him.

Tormented by Shen Lin, Yang Fan now felt enraged hearing such talk.

Just a little power, and you think you can do whatever you want in any situation, is that it?

He swiftly flipped up the woman’s thin blouse, his right hand reaching for the fullness that stood as firm as mountains, while his left hand pulled up the waist of her trousers and pushed its way in, making a swift move aimed directly at the core.

She wanted to be touched, right?

This ought to satisfy her.

The woman looked somewhat shocked, her face turning bright red.

She probably only meant for Yang Fan to touch the top, but she didn’t expect him to go straight for a bold move, attacking both top and bottom at once.

Because he was acting in anger, Yang Fan’s touch was forceful, and his fingers barely made contact before he forcefully pushed his way in.

Once it became slightly moist, he immediately added another finger.

As for his right hand on top, he used as much strength as he could, changing tactics as he kneaded those full mounds which one hand alone could hardly handle.

Despite the woman’s actions being infuriating, those two things were genuinely sensational, very elastic to the touch, and they felt amazing in his hands.

The woman quietly blushed, her body twisting unnaturally, and she gave Yang Fan a complex look.

Then glancing at the video on her phone, she suddenly said, “This is my husband, you know that, right?”

“I’m not an idiot.

How could I not notice!” Yang Fan said with a grunt.

The woman seemed to finally sense Yang Fan’s anger and lowered her head slightly, saying, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Yang Fan replied indifferently.

The woman was at a loss, opening her mouth as if wanting to say something but then decided against it.

She glanced at the phone, which had automatically switched to another video, and suddenly asked, “Do you want to sleep with me?”

“Strip!” Yang Fan said without mincing his words.

Even if she hadn’t mentioned it, he had entertained the thought.

If he didn’t make her cry for her daddy and call him ‘Daddy’ today, it wouldn’t do justice to the threats he’d just received for no good reason.

So she thought she could hold herself above him without concern just because she had a bit of power?

But she would still have to expose herself before him and call him ‘Daddy’ with her legs propped up!

The woman looked stunned.

This all-too-familiar tone left her somewhat dazed for a moment.

“Don’t be angry.

Suddenly discovering such a thing, I couldn’t control my emotions for a moment.

I have no issues with you.

On the contrary, I should thank you.

If you hadn’t taken a fancy to this phone, I might still be in the dark,” the woman explained.

Yang Fan’s eyebrows raised slightly, “Will you strip yourself, or should I help you?”

“…

I’ll do it,” the woman suddenly chuckled, “You’ve quite a temper.

I was the one who sought you out, not you asking me for this, so I’m in the dominant position.

I should be the one to strip.”

Yang Fan’s brow furrowed slightly.

What kind of convoluted logic was this?

Done was done.

Was there any need to fuss about these details?

“Then take it off!”

Although the woman was quite aggressive when she was angry, she was very decisive in her actions.

She stripped herself clean in no time, lying naked on the sofa with her legs closed, a trace of discomfort in her eyes as she waited for Yang Fan’s arrival.

“The things we just watched, if you’re interested, I can perform them all for you,” the woman said, looking at the video on the phone again, her voice laden with strong grief and anger.

This time the male lead, Chen Zhong, had changed his female companion, and it seemed like they were at home.

“No need, I don’t have the habit of imitating others,” Yang Fan declined her proposal.

If he were in a better mood, all of these would have been possible.

But now, he wasn’t in a good mood and didn’t want to play those tricks—he just wanted to thrust deeply.

“But I want to use it, see what conditions you can agree to,” the woman said seriously, using her arms to cover her trembling, full bosom.

“That bastard Chen Zhong let others use it; I want to let others use it too.

Whatever green hat methods he used on me, I want to use the same methods to give him a taste of his own medicine, then confront that bastard.”

“Wait a moment,” Yang Fan said as he took off his pants and approached the woman, making a swift move aimed directly at the core.

“Ah—wait, wait.”

The woman’s eyes widened in an instant, and she repeatedly slapped Yang Fan’s arm.

Yang Fan’s move almost made her cry.

“Easy, ancestor, it’s splitting…”

She propped herself up on Yang Fan’s lower abdomen with her hands, her expression incredibly tense as she said, “Go slower, let me get used to it first.

Yours is a bit terrifying, both thick and long.”

This time, Yang Fan didn’t force his way, but slowed down instead.

The woman looked excessively voluptuous when clothed, even a little overweight.

But once the clothes came off, Yang Fan was surprised to find that she actually had a waist, and her body proportions were quite good, her silhouette an S-shape.

It was really her clothes, resembling practice attire, that were too misleading, haphazardly concealing her figure so thoroughly.

Apart from her full bosom that was too big to hide, there was hardly a trace of curve to be seen around her waist and legs.

The voluptuous figure pressed against the sofa felt incredibly comfortable.

Both visually and in depth, the experience was very smooth.

After moving slowly a few times, Yang Fan asked, “Can I now?”

The woman seemed to finally feel shy at this point.

Her fair and tender cheeks flushed with a faint blush as she gently nodded, then said tensely, “But still, not too fast, let me get used to it.”

Yang Fan responded with a muffled voice.

He didn’t speed up, but his rhythm was deep and forceful, like ramming the earth, immensely powerful and vigorous.

The woman’s expression changed drastically, and she quickly stretched her hands behind her head to grab onto the sofa’s armrest.

“Ah…

wait, go out a little, just a little, I can’t handle it.”

At this point, Yang Fan naturally wouldn’t listen to her anymore.

He could clearly feel that the woman was getting the sensation and had already adapted to his size.

Then he would certainly proceed at his own rhythm.

Puchi…

Puchi…

A slight sound of water gradually started to emerge.

“Ah ah…

ah ah…”

The woman clutched the armrest of the sofa tightly, her face gradually turning red.

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