"What? No, no need—let Little Long wake up first…" Shen Lijuan jumped, her heart racing.
*Why's Dr. Mo so eager?* She'd done everything to keep Long Gen away from Mo Yan, but the doctor was practically throwing herself at him. With Long Gen's appetite and sharp eyes, there was no way he'd pass her up. *He'll fuck her till her eyes roll back, bet on it.*
"No, really, it's fine. I'll check him out. Modern medicine's advanced—maybe I can fix him. Where is he? This room?" Mo Yan, despite her stern glasses, had a kind heart. Learning Shen Lijuan was a widow with a "disabled" nephew sparked a flood of sympathy. *A doctor's heart is a parent's heart.* She was determined to help "silly Long Gen."
Shen Lijuan sighed, *Of course this happens.* Even the heavens favored this bastard—losing one woman, only to get another, each prettier and more capable than the last.
Wiping her hands on her apron, she followed Mo Yan inside, her heart pounding, cheeks flushing. *Please, don't lift the blanket. That idiot sleeps naked.*
"Ah! What's that?!" Mo Yan's scream pierced the room as she stumbled back.
Shen Lijuan rushed in, cursing her luck. Mo Yan had yanked the blanket off, revealing Long Gen's massive black cock standing at attention like a flagpole, bobbing with his breaths, radiating menace.
*Hiss!* Mo Yan, a doctor used to gruesome sights—blood, guts, and all—calmed quickly. *It's just a penis. A tool for reproduction.* But *that* size? *Impossible.*
"Ahem," Shen Lijuan coughed, pulling Mo Yan out. "Uh, Little Long always sleeps like that. Don't laugh. Maybe check his pulse later?"
She knew Long Gen was fine—brain sharp, cock like iron. *What's wrong with him? Nothing.*
*Gulp.* Mo Yan swallowed, unsure if it was fear or desire, and backed out, Long Gen's snores still rumbling. Her heart raced. *That cock… women would kill for it. How's it so big? Drugs couldn't do that.*
Imagining it plunging into her, her body heated, her mind spinning with lustful fantasies. *God, that'd feel so good.*
*Hiss.* Shaking off the thought, she forced down some food, thighs clamped tight, ass swaying as she hurried back to the village office. It was close—just minutes away.
A woman in her thirties is a wolf, in her forties, a tiger. Mo Yan was normal, and biology backed it. Men craved big asses and perky tits; women wanted strong men with stronger cocks. *Better genes, better sex.* Over time, it wasn't about babies—just raw pleasure. Mo Yan admitted she craved that thrill.
*"Ten women in glasses, nine are sluts."* Mo Yan was definitely one of the nine. "Wonder if that idiot can even fuck. Probably a virgin. Gotta trick him into it…" She muttered, shameless. *My husband fucked hookers when I was pregnant—why can't I have fun?*
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The village's main road was nearly done; after the rainy season, cement would be laid. Mo Yan's arrival was timely—farm work was slow, perfect for free health checkups. She planned to examine ten people daily, aiming to finish in a week. Long Gen, the "big-cocked idiot," was deliberately scheduled last—she had plans.
Every night, that cock haunted her dreams, fucking her senseless, leaving her bed soaked each morning, barely able to wash the sheets. *This time, I'm getting that cock.* Her eyes gleamed with cunning behind her glasses. "He's dumb—stock some snacks to lure him."
Mo Yan wasn't just a horny doctor. Her medical kit was a treasure chest, and she worked diligently, examining everyone over days. Rural poverty meant few cases of hypertension or high cholesterol, but rheumatism was common, especially among women post-childbirth, likely from neglecting postpartum care. Men had joint issues, and heavy smokers had severe inflammation.
Her swift, detailed diagnoses impressed the villagers. They'd expected a perfunctory visit, but Mo Yan was thorough.
"Dr. Mo, thank you! You've done so much for us," Shen Lijuan said, smiling.
"Yeah, you're amazing. I thought my back pain was from too much 'bedtime,'" A villager chuckled.
"Huh?" Mo Yan blushed, her urban polish clashing with the village's bluntness. *"Bedtime" means fucking? They're so open.*
"Just doing my job," She deflected, but her mind drifted to Long Gen. Since that night, she hadn't seen him, and the itch was unbearable. Tomorrow, he was her last patient. *How do I get him into bed?*
"Cousin-aunt, what're you doing here? Why no dinner?" Long Gen's voice interrupted, his figure shambling from the village entrance.
Mo Yan's eyes locked on him. She hadn't noticed that night, but he was tall, muscular, and ruggedly handsome, brimming with raw masculinity—except for that dumb expression. His crab-like walk and loose pants didn't hide the bulge swinging in his crotch.
*Gulp.* Mo Yan swallowed, snapping back to reality.
Shen Lijuan froze, thunderstruck. *Didn't I send him away at noon? Why's he here?* Glancing at Mo Yan's hungry look, she groaned inwardly. *Done for. Another woman's gonna get fucked.*
That night's glimpse of his cock had clearly hooked Mo Yan.
"Cousin-aunt, I'm here. Let's go make dinner," Shen Lijuan tried, pulling Long Gen to leave.
But he kept staring at Mo Yan. Behind the desk, her white coat strained over her massive tits, her chubby face pale and clean, those black-rimmed glasses screaming *Porn fantasy*—role-play, kinky shit. Her legs, pale as scallions, peeked from under the desk, her high heels cradling plump feet. *Wu Guihua was right—she's a hot piece.*
"No, Cousin-aunt, make dinner. I wanna get checked. Everyone else did—I want my turn. They call me an idiot…" Long Gen pouted, throwing a tantrum, shaking off her arm.
"Hmph!" Shen Lijuan fumed, cursing silently. *Idiot? You're sharper than a tack. Fucked half the village, and you're playing dumb? Little bastard.*
In front of others, she couldn't call him out. She stormed off, exasperated.
"Little Long, right? Let's check you out. I'll take your pulse—maybe it's a blocked meridian," Mo Yan said, delighted. *He's delivering himself to me.* If needed, she'd slip him a pill, then fuck him however she wanted.
"Dr. Mo, check him out. Poor kid's got bad luck—his cock's useless, and he got struck by lightning," A villager chimed in.
"Yeah, Dr. Mo, you're skilled. Maybe you can fix him."
"Check him…"
"Huh? Useless? Can't get hard?" Mo Yan frowned, confused. *It was rock-hard that night. How's it useless?*
Whatever. She'd check his pulse first.
Long Gen extended his hand, grinning dumbly, drool dripping as he stared at her chest, his eyes practically yanking her tits out.
"Hmm, nothing wrong here. Pulse is strong, meridians fine," Mo Yan muttered, puzzled.
It was dinnertime, and Long Gen was the last patient. The village office emptied quickly—nobody cared about a "silly" kid when their stomachs were growling.
*No abnormalities? Maybe something else messed up his brain.* "Little Long, take off your pants and shirt. I need to do a full exam for your health," Mo Yan said, her lust flaring. With no one around, she was ready to pounce on that cock.
Long Gen blinked. *Why strip? Does she know about my cock?*
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