The village office buzzed with anticipation as He Jingwen, her smile warm yet authoritative, raised the microphone. "Everyone, quiet down! Let's welcome our new village secretary with her speech!" She handed the mic to Shen Lijuan, her eyes glinting with encouragement.
Despite hours of preparation at home, Shen Lijuan felt the weight of dozens of eyes boring into her. Her hands trembled as she fumbled with her prepared speech, pulling it from her pocket with a nervous rustle. Nearby, Li Sanchou's sharp gaze caught the paper, his heart sinking further. 'Fuck your ancestors!' he cursed inwardly. 'She's got a damn speech ready? This was rigged from the start! Election, my ass!' But his fury had nowhere to go—swallowed like bitter bile, he could only glare in silence.
Shen Lijuan cleared her throat, her face flushed. "Good morning, folks—uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters. I'm not one for fancy words, so I'll get to the point." She gripped the speech, her voice steadying. "I've never been a leader, but I've been a farmer. When my husband Shuigen was alive, I knew the grind of this life. Two acres of land to feed a family, year in, year out. Sure, we don't starve, but how much cash is left after the harvest? Can money breed more money sitting in a jar? No! We've got to get rich!"
Her words struck a chord, rippling through the crowd. Shanghe Village was dirt-poor, with only a handful of wealthy families. Most lived in mud-walled houses with tiled roofs, patched clothes, and no luxuries like phones or TVs. Shen Lijuan's blunt honesty stirred their shared struggle.
"To get rich, we start with roads!" She declared, her voice rising. "We'll pave paths to every doorstep, and the main village road will be solid cement—no more mud, no matter how hard it rains!"
The mention of roadwork dampened the crowd's mood. The summer heat was brutal, peeling skin under the sun. Who wanted to swing a hoe in that inferno? Murmurs of reluctance spread, faces souring.
Shen Lijuan smiled, undeterred. "I see the enthusiasm's low, but don't worry—you'll be interested soon enough! Chief He couldn't bear to see us toil in poverty forever. She applied for a 200,000-yuan grant, and the money's already here!" Gasps rippled through the room. "Work eight hours a day, and you'll earn fifty yuan. Folks, this is for our own good, and we get paid! I'm counting on your grit to finish the main road in a month!"
The promise of cash ignited the crowd. "Fifty yuan a day? That's a deal!" One man shouted. "No farm work right now—roadwork's perfect. Pay for the kids' school fees!" Another added. "A month's work is 1,500 yuan—more than a year's rice crop!" The room erupted, voices overlapping like boiling water, everyone eager to sign up. Paid public work? Who wouldn't jump at that?
He Jingwen shot Shen Lijuan an approving nod, her smile a silent well done. Then she raised a hand, her expression cooling. "Quiet, please." Her voice carried a sharp edge, her lips curling slightly. "In past projects, I've seen too many loafers—slacking off, cheating the system, then pocketing the pay. I trust Shanghe's folks are honest, but if I catch anyone pulling that stunt…" She let the threat hang, her icy stare sweeping the room. 'Don't mess with me—or the Party's money.'
The warning silenced the few schemers eyeing easy cash, their plans crumbling. He Jingwen waved a hand. "Meeting adjourned!" The crowd dispersed, chattering excitedly about the road project.
With Shen Lijuan's election secured, celebration was in order. As the meeting ended, Long Gen slipped down to the river, netting a two-pound turtle and a hefty grass carp. On his way back, he pilfered a few ears of corn from Chen Tianming's field, grinning as he headed to the store. Shen Lijuan was already in the kitchen, pots clanging, while He Jingwen minded the counter—her cooking skills were famously inedible.
After dinner, Long Gen vanished again, leaving Shen Lijuan sighing in the kitchen. 'That damn kid's off solving some woman's itch,' She thought, her own need burning. 'Can't he spare a thrust for me? I'm dying down there!' She grumbled, "Gotta catch him tonight. Been itching for days. And He Jingwen—fucked her silly, so why's she still here? Hogging that big cock like a third wheel. My loss!"
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Night fell, and the bed creaked relentlessly for over an hour before finally stilling. In the dim glow of a yellow bulb, two sweat-slicked bodies entwined, He Jingwen panting heavily, her chest heaving. Long Gen toyed with her nipples, rolling and pinching them as she squirmed, her moans—soft "mmm"s and "oh"s—filling the air. Within moments, the buds hardened again, her hips twisting under his touch.
"Stop, Long Gen… no more… I'm swollen down there…" She swatted his hand, wincing.
He chuckled, easing off. That afternoon, he'd gone three rounds with Wu Guihua and her sister, fucking them until their eyes rolled back. This latest session with He Jingwen had sapped even his iron cock. 'Steel rod or not, even a pestle grinds down to a needle,' He thought. 'Gotta pace myself. Been slacking on the turtle soup lately.'
He Jingwen traced his chest, her fingers gliding over his taut muscles and dark chest hair, her touch reverent. "Long Gen, I'm heading back to the city tomorrow. Got a pile of work waiting."
"So soon?" He grumbled, frowning. "Can't stay a couple more days? I'm just getting hooked on fucking you. My cock losing its charm or what?"
"Pfft!" Her cheeks flushed, and she swatted him playfully. "What's in that head of yours? Just wanna fuck me, huh? Does it feel good?"
"Why else would I fuck you? Duh!" He rolled his eyes. "What, I'm doing push-ups on you for fun? It's all about those few seconds of bliss."
"Hmph!" She huffed, but her smile betrayed her pride. Her figure and looks were top-tier—few could compare. 'If I can't keep a man hooked, what's the point?' Knowing Long Gen craved her was a boost to her ego.
"I have to go, Long Gen. Work's piling up. But I'll visit when I can, okay?" She promised, her voice soft.
"What if I wanna fuck you and you're not here?" He said bluntly. The village had plenty of women, but they paled next to He Jingwen. Take Zhao Hongyu—her sweaty, musky scent was a thrill once in a while, but daily? No thanks. He Jingwen, though—her skin was silk, her scent sweet, even her pussy's juices carried a fragrant allure.
"You'll really miss me?" She hooked his neck, planting a shy kiss, her eyes sparkling like a lovesick girl's. Warmth flooded her heart, a feeling her husband hadn't stirred in ages. No calls, no texts—just disappointment. Long Gen's crude affection was a balm.
He pinched her nipple, leaving a red mark. "Duh. Why else would I fuck you? Since you're leaving tomorrow, let's go one more round." He hoisted her thighs, ready to plunge, but she blocked her slit just in time.
"Long Gen, you don't wanna let me go, do you?" She teased, her eyes gleaming. "Come with me to the city. You can fuck me every day. I'll take care of you—good food, spicy drinks, and city girls galore. How's that?"
"Follow you? And do what?" He scoffed. The city held painful memories, a place he'd sworn off unless the reward was worth it—like endless pussy.
"Just fuck me, that's what!" She said, smirking. "I'll support you. What, think I can't afford it?" Her chin lifted, smug.
Smack!
His hand cracked against her ass, leaving a red handprint. She yelped, startled. "Think I'm some gigolo, huh?" He growled, spanking her again.
"Ow… hurts… oh…" Her cries shifted to moans, the sting morphing into pleasure. Her ass swayed, the dark crease between her cheeks teasing him as a trickle of arousal dripped from her slit. He plunged two fingers into her pink, glistening pussy, following the "three shallow, one deep" rhythm, thrusting hard.
Slap-slap-slap.
Waves of flesh rippled, her juices splashing the bed like creamy foam. "Ohhh… Long Gen… come on… fuck me… I'm gonna… fly…" She wailed, her body trembling.
Smack-smack-smack.
Her ass jiggled, deformed by his thrusts. Long Gen hit his stride, his cock slamming deep, pounding her core with brutal force. "Ahhh!" Their screams merged as they climaxed, a torrent of heat gushing from her, soaking the sheets.
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The next morning, He Jingwen rose early, leaving Long Gen her spare phone number before driving off in her car. He watched it fade into the distance, a pang of loss tightening his chest. 'Damn fine woman,' he thought. 'When'll I fuck her again?' He knew a township chief's life was busy, far from a village head's idle days.
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