Before the first light of dawn pierced the horizon, the village's northern graveyard erupted with the sharp crackle of firecrackers, jolting awake those still wrapped in the haze of sleep. The sound echoed through the quiet, a stark reminder of Wei Wenwu's burial, a man whose shadow lingered even in death. Meanwhile, Long Gen had only just stumbled back to the small village store, his body still thrumming with the afterglow of his illicit encounter with Yuan Xiang.
If not for the fear of being spotted by the funeral procession, he would've indulged in another round with her. Yuan Xiang, that fiery vixen, had come alive under his touch, her initial fear giving way to a wild abandon that surprised even him. Her voluptuous body had moved with a rhythm that matched his own, each thrust drawing moans that filled the darkened room. She'd been insatiable, pulling out every trick in the book—positions he'd only heard whispered about in the village's raunchier corners. From the "Old Tree Coiling Roots" to the "Goddess Embracing the Moon," and even the sultry "Guanyin Sitting on the Lotus," she'd matched his vigor with a passion that left his iron-hard cock spent and softened. Only when she collapsed, panting and slick with sweat, did he slip out, leaving her to recover in the aftermath of their fevered coupling.
The big dog in the yard barked twice as he left, then fell silent, as if sensing the weight of the night's secrets. Back at the store, Long Gen peered through the door's peephole. Inside, the three women slept soundly, their soft breaths filling the quiet. His eyes lingered on He Jingwen, her legs curled slightly, her thighs parted just enough to reveal the tender flesh between them, still flushed and glistening from their earlier encounter. It was as if she were airing out her soreness, cooling the heat of their passion.
"Heh heh," Long Gen chuckled under his breath, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he settled down to sleep, the exhaustion of the night finally catching up with him.
Death is like a lamp snuffed out—Wei Wenwu was buried, and with that, the village moved on. What did it matter who he'd fucked or whose wife he'd claimed? The man was gone, his legacy reduced to a piss-soaked grave if anyone felt spiteful enough. Even Township Chief He hadn't made a fuss, so what was there to dwell on? The matter was settled, the coffin lowered, the dirt packed tight.
Wei Wu, the elder son, left the village that same day. The construction site called, and staying in a place where his father's shame hung like a cloud was unbearable. Out of sight, out of mind—clean break, no fuss. Curiously, he didn't take his wife, Tian Cuifen, with him. Niu Da, the younger brother, had no such escape. With no skills to his name and nowhere to go, he stayed, his eyes hawk-like on his own wife, terrified that another man's "big stick" might claim her as it had his mother. These days, trust was a luxury—hell, even his own father had nearly slipped through the cracks. One misstep, and he'd be cuckolded, his pride cut off without him even knowing.
By noon, Long Gen made a point to pass by Yuan Xiang's house, his stride casual but deliberate. The big dog barked twice, but the windows remained shuttered, the house silent. He smirked, imagining her still lost in the throes of last night's ecstasy, her body aching from his relentless pounding. "Heh, a ghost fucking a woman," He muttered, chuckling as he headed down the riverbank toward Wang Limei's place.
Next on his list was Miao Hong's family. He'd already secured their support, and with a few more moves, his cousin's wife(aunt) would be a shoo-in for village secretary. "Aunt," He mused, his voice low with mischief, "My big stick's paving the way. How you gonna thank me? Hmm… maybe tonight we'll have a double feature. No, let's drag He Jingwen into it too. A three-way—three holes for me to fuck in turn!" The thought of three plump, pale asses lined up, their pink, tender slits begging for his touch, sent a surge of heat through his groin. His cock twitched, straining against his pants as he quickened his pace, disappearing down the path like a man possessed.
Meanwhile, at the store, Shen Lijuan touched her burning ears, frowning. "Why're my ears so hot?" She muttered. "Someone talking shit about me?"
Shen Lihong, packing her bags, glanced over with a reassuring smile. "Sis, don't overthink it. Probably just the heat. Why worry?"
Shen Lijuan busied herself, grabbing handfuls of sour plum biscuits and sunflower seeds from the shelves, stuffing them into Lihong's suitcase with a grin that barely masked her sadness. "Lihong, take care of yourself back home. If you're pregnant, that's a blessing! Erniu doesn't have much time left—spend it with him. He's a good man, just cursed with a short life. Such a pity…"
At that, Shen Lihong's eyes welled up, tears spilling down her cheeks. She wiped them away, nodding. "I know, Sis. You take care too. That boy Long Gen… he's big, you know. Go easy, or you'll wear yourself out." She paused, smirking. "And don't pretend—those snacks aren't free, you're buying them with cash!"
"You little brat, what're you on about?" Shen Lijuan's face flushed crimson, her eyes flashing as she shoved more candies into the suitcase. Lihong was her only sister, practically a widow already and pregnant to boot. How could she not ache for her?
"Ugh, where's that Long Gen anyway? Couldn't even bother to see you off," Shen Lijuan grumbled. 'That damn kid—fucked my sister, knocked her up, and now he's nowhere to be found. Not even a goodbye?'
"It's fine, Sis," Lihong said lightly. "He's probably off playing somewhere." She didn't mind. Once Erniu passed, she'd move back here, have the baby, and send it to Erniu's father to keep their line going. She'd done her part.
With Lihong gone, Shen Lijuan minded the store alone. The air was stifling, the streets empty, and business was slow. She sat, cracking sunflower seeds, her mind drifting to Long Gen. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that goofy grin and endless drool, his clean-cut face hid a devilish streak. He'd fucked her senseless, and the memory alone made her blush. In broad daylight, thinking of that thick, dark cock was embarrassing, but she couldn't help it—it was like it was dangling right in front of her, teasing her, making her ache.
"Lihong's gone?" He Jingwen's voice snapped her out of her reverie, stepping out from the back room.
Shen Lijuan jumped, yanking her hand from her crotch where it had wandered unconsciously. Her fingers were damp, and she wiped them on her pants, forcing a smile. "Yeah, she went back home. Her husband's sick, so she's looking after him for a bit."
"Oh," He Jingwen nodded, glancing around. "Where's Long Gen? Haven't seen him."
Shen Lijuan caught the faint flush in He Jingwen's ears, the way her thighs pressed together, slightly splayed—a dead giveaway. 'So, Long Gen got to her too,' she thought, sighing inwardly. 'The township chief, no less. How's he pulling this off?' But He Jingwen's expression held no anger, just a quiet curiosity, so Lijuan played it off. "That boy's got a kid's heart. Ran off to play first thing this morning, didn't even say bye to Lihong. Probably back by dinner."
He Jingwen nodded, then pulled ten hundred-yuan bills from her bag, pressing them into Lijuan's hands. "What's this, Chief?" Lijuan protested.
"Take it," He Jingwen insisted, smiling. "I'm eating your food, sleeping under your roof, and I'll be here a while. Can't mooch off you forever. This is for my board."
"No way!" Lijuan pushed the money back. "It's just home-cooked meals. I can't take your money! One more person's just another pair of chopsticks."
"Come on, Lijuan, don't make a fuss," He Jingwen laughed, shoving the bills back. "It's nothing."
Then her eyes flicked downward, a playful glint in them. "Hey, Lijuan, what's with the wet spot on your pants? Pee yourself or something?" She grinned, the phrase slipping out like a habit.
Lijuan glanced down, mortified. A damp patch stained her crotch, the telltale sign of her arousal. 'Goddamn it, caught like this?' Blushing furiously, she dropped the money and bolted, disappearing into the back.
He Jingwen smirked, muttering to herself, "Lijuan's gorgeous. No way Long Gen hasn't fucked her too…"
Just then, Long Gen burst in, drenched in sweat, grabbing an ice pop and tearing into it. Sweat dripped from his brow, splashing onto the floor as he munched. Only after a few bites did he notice He Jingwen behind the counter instead of Lihong or his cousin's wife. Her cheeks flushed, her ears red, she avoided his gaze, her professional blazer doing little to hide the swell of her breasts, pale and tempting as fresh snow.
Long Gen swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. "Uh, Chief He, hey… Where's my cousin's wife? How come you're minding the store?"
Her blush deepened, no doubt recalling their passionate night. Her pussy was still swollen, aching like a sausage, and even peeing was a careful ordeal, the sting sharp against her tender folds. "Lihong went home," She said, her voice soft. "Your cousin's probably cooking." Her eyes narrowed, a spark of suspicion in them. "Long Gen, your brain's not really broken, is it?"
"Huh?" He froze, caught off guard. 'How's she on to me? My cousin wouldn't spill—her lips are tighter than a drum.'
He Jingwen caught his hesitation, her confidence growing. "Don't play dumb. You're too sharp for a fool. No stutter unless you're eyeing a woman, no drool unless there's a beauty around. And a kid with erectile dysfunction? No way that cock of yours gets hard like that." Her face burned as she spoke, the memory of him inside her still fresh. 'Fucked by a fake idiot. How's that for humiliation?'
Long Gen grinned, finishing his ice pop in a few bites. The store was empty, and he seized the chance, stepping close. Towering over her, he peered down her blouse, catching sight of her creamy breasts, the pink nipples straining against her black bra. "Well, damn," He murmured, his voice low and teasing. Before she could react, he grabbed her breasts, his hands kneading the soft mounds as she gasped, startled.
"Long Gen, what the—" Her words cut off as his musky scent hit her, her body betraying her with a shiver of pleasure. His fingers worked her nipples, sending sparks through her chest, her face flushing as red as an apple.
"Smart little thing, huh? Figured out I'm faking," He whispered, licking her earlobe. One hand stayed on her breast, the other sliding down, slipping into her pants to press against her slick folds. "Mmm, already wet for me?"
"Oh… Long Gen, stop… it hurts…" She moaned, her thighs clamping shut, but the pressure only intensified her arousal. Her panties were soaked, the fabric clinging to her skin like she'd wet herself.
"Too smart for your own good," He chuckled darkly. "I don't like clever women—unless they're begging for my cock." He pressed harder, his fingers teasing her clit until her legs buckled, and she slumped against him, her body trembling.
"Please… Long Gen… tonight, okay? Just… not now…" She whimpered, her voice thick with need.
He grinned, releasing her with a smug, "We'll see." Stepping back, he left her panting, her body aching for more as he sauntered off, already plotting his next move.
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