"What?" Zhou Xiuhua looked at Wu Song in shock. She doubted her ears were malfunctioning.

Wu Song pointed at her small pussy and said, "Right here."

"You..."

Zhou Xiuhua stared at Wu Song angrily, "What do you mean?"

Wu Song snorted, "What do I mean? I'm treating your illness! What did you think? Playing with you?"

"You..."

Zhou Xiuhua fell silent.

The treatment Wu Song gave just now was very effective.

Her menstrual pain was greatly reduced.

But it was not completely cured.

She could feel it.

Because there was still vague stabbing pain in her abdomen, deeply hidden.

If it's not cleared up...

It might gradually recur.

"Then how are you going to treat it?" Zhou Xiuhua took a deep breath and asked Wu Song weakly.

No longer overbearing.

"Simple, let you climax once, I'll then expel the cold poison smoothly. Otherwise, it will be difficult to completely expel it," Wu Song said while glancing at Zhou Xiuhua's small pussy.

Wondering what this butterfly will look like during a climax.

Excited, Zhou Xiuhua looked at Wu Song again.

What kind of treatment is this?

It's simply rogue.

But somehow it makes a certain sense.

However, climax seems to be difficult, right?

She's been married for years and has never climaxed.

Doesn't know what a climax feels like.

"You haven't climaxed for so many years, have you?" Wu Song suddenly said.

Zhou Xiuhua was shocked and looked at Wu Song in disbelief, wanting to question how he knew.

But she held her tongue and stubbornly said, "You're spouting nonsense, how could that be?"

Wu Song glanced at Zhou Xiuhua's small hole and said, "Nonsense? Ha... Your little hole hasn't been penetrated much, hasn't been used much."

Zhou Xiuhua was ashamed and annoyed, wanting to refute but felt powerless.

Everything about her seemed to be seen through by Wu Song.

"If only you climaxed a few more times, your illness wouldn't be so severe," Wu Song stated blandly, "Your husband isn't very capable, is he?"

Zhou Xiuhua bit her lip in silence.

Her husband's tool is small and often doesn't work, from initial expectations to later refusing to let him touch her.

Plainly a waste of time.

As the menstrual pain became more severe.

She became colder, her temper worsened.

She didn't realize these were related.

"Alright, just say one sentence, do you want treatment or not?" Wu Song asked again.

Zhou Xiuhua lowered her head and said, "Treatment."

"I have two options, you choose," Wu Song said.

"Okay. Tell me."

"First, I'll use my fingers to make you climax, expelling the cold poison, basically curing it," Wu Song finished, looking at Zhou Xiuhua, waiting for her response.

Zhou Xiuhua's face turned red, not daring to support Wu Song, "And the second one?"

"I'll fuck you to climax, then ejaculate inside, not only expelling the root cause but warming your body, revitalizing you," Wu Song spoke bluntly.

Zhou Xiuhua stared at Wu Song in shock and embarrassment, "Was the second one said deliberately for effect? The actual result is the same as the first one?"

"I mean literally what I said. How you think is up to you."

"Besides, the choice is yours, not mine to decide."

"Additionally, I'm here to treat you upon your request. If you still doubt me, let's end the treatment here. I'll leave immediately."

"It's not like I'm eager to treat you."

Wu Song finished speaking, stood up, and stopped massaging Zhou Xiuhua's abdomen.

Zhou Xiuhua suddenly felt a sense of loss.

The warm furnace in her abdomen vanished, along with its comfort.

The abdomen slowly cooled down, the stabbing pain subtly intensified.

Zhou Xiuhua panicked, hurriedly looked at Wu Song.

She saw Wu Song pointing at his tent erected in front of her.

A desire arose again from the small hole, her impulse fervently surged, almost uncontrollable.

Instinctively reached out to grab Wu Song, afraid he would really leave.

She'd suffered from this illness for years.

Finally having hope for a complete cure, she couldn't quit halfway.

Anxiously missed grabbing Wu Song's arm, accidentally grabbed his crotch.

Grabbed the big tent through his pants.

Oh shit!

Wu Song growled, glancing back at Zhou Xiuhua.

Zhou Xiuhua was stunned holding the large, heated tip.

Just looking at it, she thought it was big, but was still skeptical.

Grabbing it now, she no longer doubted, not only didn't doubt but felt even more amazed.

Because the feeling in hand was more stimulating than she imagined.

"You better let go!" Wu Song angrily scolded Zhou Xiuhua.

Zhou Xiuhua felt annoyed yet stimulated, usually she, the deputy town chief and office director, held real power in the town, respected wherever she went.

It was the first time a man dared to be so rude to her, even verbally humiliate, she felt stimulated, as if being subdued.

Thinking of Wu Song's thick words.

Her heart warmed, immediately saying, "I'll choose the second one."

Wu Song raised an eyebrow, looking at Zhou Xiuhua, "Deputy Chief Zhou, are you sure?"

"Yes."

Zhou Xiuhua nodded.

"You should understand the concept 'doctors don't knock,' if you don't ask me, I won't act!" Wu Song said indifferently.

And grabbed Zhou Xiuhua's hand, prying it away from the tip.

It's damn uncomfortable.

Zhou Xiuhua looked at Wu Song with a complex expression, taking a deep breath, "I beg you to treat me, I want a complete cure, choosing the second option."

Wu Song snorted, "Really?"

"Yes." Zhou Xiuhua nodded.

"Then lie down properly and spread your legs?" Wu Song ordered.

Zhou Xiuhua froze, looked at Wu Song, got up and obediently lay on the bed, feeling very ashamed,

instinctively clamping her legs together.

Quickly looked at Wu Song again.

Seeing Wu Song's tent sticking up high.

His eyes fixed straight on her.

"Waiting for me to act?" Wu Song spoke again.

Zhou Xiuhua blushed, gritted her teeth, and spread her legs, the butterfly-shaped small pussy once again displayed in front of Wu Song.

Pink and enticing, uniquely alluring.

Wu Song's tip so hot almost breaking through his pants.

Glanced at Zhou Xiuhua, "Are you wet yet?"

Zhou Xiuhua was already wet, Wu Song's massage earlier made her hole itch unbearably, juices had flowed out long ago.

But she was too embarrassed to admit it, fearing it would seem too lewd, she lightly shook her head.

Wu Song smirked, "Since that's the case, if I were to enter directly, it would be painful for you. Would you like to lubricate me first? At the same time, find some feeling for yourself?"

Zhou Xiuhua froze, looked at Wu Song's big gun, "How should I lubricate you?"

"With your mouth," Wu Song thrust his big gun to Zhou Xiuhua's face.

Zhou Xiuhua was suddenly stiff, having been married for years, her hole long unfucked by any man, giving oral was even more impossible.

Facing Wu Song's request, she was momentarily unsure how to respond.

To refuse seemed inappropriate.

Not refusing meant she hadn't done a blow job before.

This was her first time.

"What? You don't want oral? Then I'll fuck directly!" Wu Song said, releasing his crotch, the big gun hit Zhou Xiuhua's face.

The thick, hot texture made Zhou Xiuhua shudder, involuntarily letting out a soft moan.