At this moment, I feel like I'm about to cry. Below me is a wild boar eyeing me menacingly, and my buttocks are being subjected to continuous pressure.
I could feel my sphincter muscles were like two lovers holding hands tightly, being forcibly pulled apart by two forces. Their hands were now only hooked together by the last finger, and they could separate at any moment.
"Gurgle..."
Another low, muffled thud came from my stomach. I clenched my teeth, closed my eyes tightly, and felt like I was going to die.
My buttocks were writhing on the bed like they had acne, eventually arching high in the air. I really couldn't think of any way to stop this disaster.
I want to cry right now, but I don't dare to. I can only silently pray to God to take back this damned joke.
I'm holding it in so hard, my nose is practically running. You damn brat, why did you have to drink milk now of all times?
And it takes so long to drink, especially since there are so many piglets that they have to go up and drink one by one.
By this time, the wild boars seemed to have rested enough. As the mother boar got up, her piglets followed suit and climbed up as well.
However, the wild boar didn't seem to be planning to leave immediately. Instead, it started sniffing around the tree, grunting as if looking for food. Perhaps it had been lying there for a while and was getting hungry.
Damn it! Why aren't they leaving yet?!
I can't take it anymore, I'm going to go crazy if I keep holding it in.
I was wondering if I could carefully use my hand to release one side of the sphincter, allowing the airflow to escape slowly, so as not to be so violent and make such a loud noise.
Just as I loosened my sphincter a little bit, disaster struck.
"puff!!!"
I underestimated my self-control. The moment my sphincter separated, a surge of air shot out like a Boeing 747, making the willow and grass skirt below flutter loudly.
The sound was like a high-decibel suona horn stuck in my rear end, scaring all the piglets so much that they stumbled and fell over. They quickly scrambled to their feet and all returned to their mother's side, their terrified little eyes scanning their surroundings, as if they had never been so afraid, not even when a tiger came.
Even the sow that was foraging for food was startled and froze, then immediately turned around to look.
When it realized the sound was coming from up in the tree, it looked up and began to examine me.
The sound was so loud; the air currents probably even reached the grass on the ground. I knew I was in trouble; this was bad.
The sow was calm and ignored me. She simply started gnawing on one of the trees with the trapezoidal frame attached, her curved tusks digging into the trunk and twisting it to break off large chunks of wood.
It's over, it's over!
In my desperation, I found the package containing the grilled fish. I thought I might as well give it some food as a last resort and see if it could distract it temporarily.
So he threw a dried roasted fish not far from the sow. At first, the sow was startled, but when she smelled the aroma of the roasted fish, she couldn't resist the temptation and went over to eat it.
But those small fish weren't very big to begin with, and the mother wild boar devoured them in two bites. After finishing, it went back to gnaw on the tree, determined not to stop until it had broken it.
Seeing that things were looking promising, I threw the remaining fish as far as I could with all my might. Hopefully, this way, when the sow went to eat the grilled fish, I could slip away.
But that's how things are; man proposes, God disposes. Just as the mother boar was about to leave to scavenge the grilled fish, her little ones, quick-witted as ever, rushed ahead and ran towards the fish.
And so, I sacrificed all my food and successfully lured all of the sow's piglets away...
If I had a knife right now, I'd definitely rush down and hack those bastards to death to vent my anger. Didn't you just finish drinking milk? Why aren't you staying still and eating fish?
The damned sow continued gnawing at the tree, which was now teetering on the brink of collapse. With a muffled crack, the tree snapped, and one end of its frame sank sharply downwards.
Fortunately, I tied it quite firmly. Although the tree broke, the frame stabilized it, keeping it upright on the ground.
After finishing that tree, the sow began gnawing on another one. This tree was smaller than the first, and the wild boar gnawed it down with almost no effort.
Two of my trees snapped off at once, causing one end of the frame to fall diagonally, making it more than two meters shorter.
Now I was closer to the wild boar, and I could see that its belly was still shrunken, probably because it hadn't found anything to eat.
Looking at the way it was staring at me, I could see drool dripping from its mouth. A chill ran down my spine. No wonder this thing didn't try to steal food from its pups earlier; it had been eyeing me as a feast from the start.
It seems that whether I fart or not, it doesn't change the fact that I'm going to become its prey. The worst part is that I'm feeding its bastards with my own hands.
Thinking about this makes me grit my teeth in hatred, but I still need to figure out how to deal with this wild boar that weighs over 300 pounds, otherwise I'll be dead today.
All I have left is a relatively sharp wooden stick, which I can use as a spear, but the wooden spearhead won't be able to pierce that guy's flesh without tremendous strength.
what to do?
Just then, the creature looked up at me, a hint of smugness in its eyes, as if it thought I would soon become its meal.
Suddenly it dawned on me, that's right! Even if a wild animal has strong defenses, it's impossible for it to have thick layers of pigskin around its eyes, right? I've heard old people say that when they hunt wild boars, if they're confident, they can try to shoot a bullet into its eyes.
Behind the eyes lies the trigeminal nerve, which connects to the brain. Damage to this area will either kill the person or cause immediate paralysis.
Damn it! Since you want my life, don't blame me for being a dirty trick!
At that moment, the sow started gnawing on my third tree, and I gripped the stick in my hand and went to the edge of the sunken frame.
The distance from here to the ground is no more than two and a half meters, and my wooden stick, plus the length of my arm, is more than enough to pierce its eye from this attack range.
Time waits for no one. I know that if it eats through the remaining two trees, I'm completely finished.
I gripped the stick tightly and thrust it forcefully into the wild boar's anus.
I must say, this thing is incredibly resilient, even its anus is tough. But my stick tip isn't just for show, and it still hurt.
The sow immediately dropped the tree from her mouth and lunged at me. Her impact was powerful, but her jumping ability was somewhat lacking; after all, how high can a 300-pound person jump?
It flicked its tail, staring intently at me with venomous eyes. I gripped the wooden spear tightly, praying silently.
"Yes... just look at me like that. Don't move... be good..."
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