Directly reporting to her! That's like sticking a nail in Wei Wenwu's eye—watch your step from now on!
That was He Jingwen's plan. First, hearing at lunch how Chen Tianming harassed Shen Lijuan, as a woman, she felt pissed and wanted to help the widow. Second, her gut told her Shen Lijuan was trustworthy, and He Jingwen trusted her instincts.
The meeting wrapped up as dusk fell. Wei Wenwu, eager to impress, insisted He Jingwen come to his place for dinner, claiming it was to "talk work."
He Jingwen was young but no stranger to official games. She knew exactly what Wei Wenwu was after—just cozying up to her.
"No thanks, Secretary Wei. I'll eat at the shop. Your place isn't convenient," She said.
Wei Wenwu looked disappointed, glancing at Xiao Li, her secretary, behind her. Xiao Li had helped today, and down the line, he could tip Wei off if needed.
"Township Chief's right. How about this—Xiao Li can stay at my place tonight. It's not convenient at Lijuan's, right, Township Chief?"
He Jingwen nodded, her heels clicking as she walked with Shen Lijuan to the shop. Lunch at Shen's was tasty, and she could chat with her tonight. She pitied Shen Lijuan—widowed, caring for a distant nephew, and instead of help, Chen Tianming kicked her while she was down.
By the time they reached the shop, it was pitch dark. The heat had eased, and villagers were cooling off outside, chattering loudly, mostly about the new village secretary.
Long Gen scratched his head, annoyed. Wasn't Shen Lijuan supposed to be village chief? How'd Li Sanchou, that ugly bastard, get it? He looked like a shriveled date—hardly presentable.
"What about aunt?" His mind raced, hurrying home to see Shen Lijuan. What happened? How'd Li Sanchou snag village chief? He picked up his pace.
Before he reached the shop, He Jingwen's voice floated out, crisp and melodic like a songbird. Long Gen was smitten. How was this woman so gorgeous? Like a siren, with those perky tits swaying as she walked, dazzling him. He couldn't help but want to grab those big white boobs and bite.
"Huh, where's Little Long?" He Jingwen's sweet voice rang out again.
Shen Lijuan froze, a bit embarrassed, wondering where he'd gone. Probably off screwing half the village's girls and wives. But she couldn't say that to the township chief. "Maybe out playing. He'll be back soon…"
"Aunt, I'm back! Is dinner ready?" Long Gen's voice cut in as he strode in, grinning, rubbing his stomach and peering toward the kitchen.
"Uh, Little Long's back. Quick, go help your Aunt Lihong with dinner," Shen Lijuan said, shoving him toward the kitchen. This kid's ballsy—better not try anything with the township chief. That cock of his was huge; if he fucked her, it'd be a mess.
"Oh," Long Gen muttered, sulking.
Shen Lihong's cooking was top-notch. In half an hour, the table was loaded—soft-shell turtle, grass carp, stir-fried greens, all fragrant. Even He Jingwen, used to city delicacies, sniffed appreciatively, scarfing down two big bowls of rice before setting her chopsticks down.
After dinner, Shen Lihong cleared the dishes while Shen Lijuan and Long Gen prepared a bed for He Jingwen. The house wasn't fancy, but there was space.
"What? Township Chief He's sleeping here tonight?" Long Gen perked up, eyes gleaming.
Shen Lijuan knew exactly what he was thinking. Dropping what she held, she glared and whispered, "Little Long, I'm telling you, she's the township chief—no funny business, got it? Want to fuck? Tomorrow, I'll let you go wild!"
"Oh!" Long Gen replied half-heartedly, but inside, he scoffed. Township chief? So what? She's a woman. What's the big deal if he fucked her? He started scheming how to ride this "mare."
Night fell deep. With He Jingwen staying over, Long Gen couldn't mess with the Shen sisters. They all turned in early. Long Gen went to his small room, but he wasn't idle. After mimicking wildcat calls for ten minutes, he dug a small hole in the wall and peeked through the dim light.
He Jingwen, proper as ever, slept in a nightgown—or would've, but this was the countryside. She stripped off her blouse, unhooked her bra, and whoosh—two boobs bounced out.
Pink nipples stood proud on faint red areolas, tempting as hell. She twisted, her boobs swinging, shaking so hard Long Gen nearly got a nosebleed. His crotch throbbed!
He thought Tian Cuifen's chubby tits were huge, but He Jingwen's? Massive, perched on that slim waist—how'd she hide those fat boobs?
"Mmph!" He Jingwen slipped on her blouse, leaving it unbuttoned, staring at her proud peaks. She lifted them, pinched a nipple, and let out a soft moan.
Her hand slid over the peaks, down to her pants, revealing pink panties clinging tight, a faint patch of curly hair visible underneath.
Moan… Eyes closed, she let out a delicate gasp. Her hand grazed her crotch, pulling the panties up, outlining a clear groove, faintly wet!
Gulp! Long Gen's eyes bulged, swallowing hard. Her hand dipped to the groove, rubbing gently, grinding, kneading. "Mmph… ah… mm…"
"Holy shit!" Long Gen's heart raced. The township chief's sex life was so repressed she was fingering herself! "Tch, she's lonely. I gotta find a way to fuck her…"
He schemed, lost in thought.
Meanwhile, He Jingwen's movements sped up, leaning against the headboard, legs spread, working faster, jerking at her pussy!
"Ahhh… mmph… ah…" Her moans faded, and Long Gen saw a smear of white fluid on her crotch. With a wicked grin, he lay back on his kang.
The night grew quiet, a cool breeze swept in, and Long Gen drifted to sleep, dreaming of riding He Jingwen hard…
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