Alan’s Erotic Adventure

Chapter 15 A special trip

Alan grabbed Sue’s hips and thrust into her as fast and as hard as he could. Her pussy started to gush

like a fountain and felt embarrassed as she would have to see him in class again next Monday.

It was another pleasant dawn. Birds in the village already got up for insects. The whole Vergina Village

was pervasive with spring dews and the mountain was enveloped with heavy fog. The peach flowers

were so flourishing like Sue satisfied last night.

Alan went out early and came to Barton at the neighboring village. But of course Alan only wanted no

one but Amy to notice what he did. Amy had already known how to deal with her parents.

Alan took a small bamboo, borrowed some old-fashioned clothes from headmaster Thomas, and put

some cloth and fake beards in his pockets. He then trudged through the mountain.

But he should walk along the one and only road toward the top of the mountain and went to the

neighboring town or the towns outside. It was fraught with overgrown grass all along the way.

Alan groped ahead with the map roughly drew by Amy and kept asking directions all along.

Barton lived in the Pear Village located to the east of the Vergina Village. Alan had to climb over two

mountains after he reached the peak. He was exhausted when he suddenly found no roads ahead.

“Look at the badly scrawled map. What the fuck is it?”

Looking back, Alan couldn’t help swearing, for he couldn’t even see the road behind him. How could he

walk so long? He had to continue his way by judging the direction. The farther he walked, the weirder

he found. He was completely lost.

What a gigantic mountain! It was not a joke to get lost in the mountain. Alan became a little worried, as

he would be in danger if the night fell and animals hung out. Tigers or lions might not appear, but a

large number of pythons or vipers were really frightening. Even wild boars would rush to him when they All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

were stimulated.

“Where the hell is the Pear Village? There is even no one in here.” Alan was parched and distressed.

As he felt awful, he intended to ask Amy for some benefits.

Suddenly he saw a village woman in front of him.

“Madam, may I ask how can I get to the Pear Village?” Alan ran over as he yelled desperately but

excitedly as if to see the dawn of hope. He found her extremely appealing though she lived in such a

remote village.

The woman in simple clothes with a plain face was aged a little more than 30. She was carrying a big

tree that weighed around 50kg.

Lacking convenient transportations, the villagers just made the things they wanted from wood or

bamboo instead, like beds, wooden tables and bamboo chairs. The villages were home to specialized

craftsmen.

As a result, it was common to witness people carrying trees from hilltop to the village. It was exhausting

of course. Some would even carry trees to the town dozens of miles away through 5 mountains to sell

for a few more bucks. One single tree could be carried per day in exchange of 2 bucks. Alan heard of

these from his father, as his parents used to carry trees to raise him up.

“The Pear Village? What a coincidence. I am now carrying it there for sale.” She stopped for a rest and

was quite enthusiastic. He saw Donna with the tree on her shoulder, holding a stick in hand as a

support. That was why short guys were everywhere in the village.

“Wonderful. I had never been there, and I was nearly lost. Thanks a lot.” Alan felt secure at once and

his mood became better. But he felt sorry for her who worked out so painfully but who looked so

charming yet plain.

“Let me help you.” Alan knew he should be helpful so as to get something in return one day.

“Are you kidding me? Look at you. With white skin, you must come from the city. The tree weighs

100kg. Can you do it?” The woman said as he looked at Alan as a city dweller. It would be a miracle for

him to go through the mountain, not to mention carrying the tree.

“Let me give it a shot. If I can’t, I will give it back to you. I will carry it if you feel tired. We carry by turn

so you will be less tired. Anyway, we reach there as earlier as possible.”

She didn’t refuse, for her kids were waiting for her at home.

Alan indeed lifted the heavy tree up on his shoulder. Since he was a man, he couldn’t say no. He bit his

teeth and tried hard to carry it.

“Do you go there to travel or look for someone?” The woman started to chat as she saw Alan was so

kind.

“To find someone called Barton,” Alan answered.

“Barton?” She said happily, “What a coincidence! I sell the tree to his father Bard.”

Alan felt all his effort paid off. Interested in Barton’s story, he lied and asked the woman for everything

related to him.

Bard was a one of the most wealthy craftsmen in the Pear Village producing wooden and bamboo

chairs transported to the city for sale. What they made really appealed to the city dwellers who found

those products cheap no matter how high the prices were.

The woman had a long business relationship with Bard, so they knew well each other. She told Alan

everything about them.

Alan was aware well that the more he knew, the easier he could deal with the problem he faced.

They arrived at the Pear Village after they carried the tree by turn for 2 hours. Strangely, there was not

a pear tree in sight.

“Madam, you go sell your tree first, and I have something to deal with now.” Alan found an excuse and

dropped over Barton’s home for the fear that he would spill the beans.

The woman felt strange why he didn’t go in the village. But she didn’t care that much, for she felt

thankful for his help along the way.

Alan felt hurt with his bleeding shoulders. He came to a deserted place and took out the white cloth,

stringing it on that bamboo stick. He wore the clothes inside out, in a scholar cap, took out the fake

beards and stuck it under his nose. As he thought that seemed to be nothing wrong, he walked into the

village anew with the bamboo stick with a banner of Fortune-telling.