As dawn broke, Shen Lihong rose early to cook millet porridge and braise a few eggs. Paired with pickled vegetables, the meal was simple but delicious, and everyone ate with gusto. He Jingwen, in particular, savored every bite. Having never experienced such an authentic rural lifestyle, she found the meal delightfully sweet and satisfying.
Long Gen held his bowl, slurping down the porridge in two big gulps, his eyes casually drifting toward He Jingwen's chest. His mind wandered to the previous night, recalling how He Jingwen had been alone in her room, indulging herself. The thought made him chuckle inwardly. It seemed clear to him that township Chief He was a lonely, needy woman. Getting her into bed shouldn't be too hard. He just needed to seize the right moment to make it happen.
"Township Chief He, did you rest well last night?" Wei Wenwu asked, arriving with Xiao Li just after breakfast.
He Jingwen smiled softly, two shallow dimples appearing on her cheeks. "Yes, quite comfortably. What's up? Got something on your mind?"
"Nah, just checking on you, Township Chief. Worried you might not be used to the food or the place," Wei Wenwu said with a hearty laugh. "So, what's on the agenda today? Shall we discuss some work, or maybe visit the road construction site?"
"No need," He Jingwen replied, waving her hand dismissively, her tone turning serious. "Send Xiao Li to check on it. I have other things to do."
"Uh, what things?" Wei Wenwu asked, his brow furrowing as the question slipped out.
He Jingwen shot him a sharp glance without responding. Wei Wenwu immediately shut his mouth, grabbed Xiao Li, and left.
"Why aren't you going to check on the site, Township Chief?" Shen Lijuan asked once Wei Wenwu was out of earshot. After spending the evening together, Shen Lijuan found He Jingwen easy to talk to, like a close sister. She saw no harm in asking.
"Why should I drag them along?" He Jingwen shook her head, her expression earnest. "I've seen through those superficial inspections they stage to appease the higher-ups. Prepared visits are pointless. I'd rather wander around on my own—might even stumble across something unexpected!"
"Little Long, how about you show me around the village?" She said, turning to Long Gen, who was playing nearby.
Long Gen's heart skipped a beat, thrilled at the chance. He'd been looking for an opportunity to get He Jingwen alone, and now she was practically offering herself up. What a perfect setup!
"Sure, sure… let's… let's go have some fun…" He stammered excitedly.
Shen Lijuan glanced at Long Gen, who was practically drooling, then at He Jingwen, a flicker of worry in her eyes. This little rascal wouldn't actually try to sleep with He Jingwen, would he?
Looking at He Jingwen again—her fair skin, beautiful face, and curvaceous figure like a movie star, with a chest even larger than her own—Shen Lijuan's concern deepened.
"Alright, Little Long, where are you taking me to have fun?" He Jingwen asked, blinking playfully, as if teasing a child. She bent forward slightly, her full breasts dipping and pressing together, creating a deep, tantalizing cleavage that made pulses race.
Long Gen felt a tightening in his pants. This woman was such a tease!
"Anywhere… anywhere's fine," He stuttered, grinning foolishly.
"Great, give me a moment," He Jingwen said with a charming smile, her usual authority replaced by a warm, approachable air, like a senior schoolgirl from a TV drama—though no TV star had a chest quite like hers.
"Lijuan, can I borrow some of your clothes? I'm going out with Little Long, and this outfit's a bit too eye-catching," He Jingwen said to Shen Lijuan.
Shen Lijuan nodded, though she wanted to pull Long Gen aside and warn him. This was the Township Chief, not her or Lihong—someone you couldn't just sleep with on a whim. If he got caught, he could end up in serious trouble, maybe even facing a firing squad. How would she explain that? But now, He Jingwen seemed to be walking right into the lion's den.
Long Gen, meanwhile, was scheming. 'The riverbank's too crowded, too easy to get spotted. Can't go there. The hill behind the jujube grove, though—hardly anyone goes there. Even if I force myself on her, no one would hear a thing!' He thought, grinning to himself as he plotted. 'So what if she's the Township Chief? She's still a woman, and women want a big cock too. Lucky for her, I've got just the cock she needs…'
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Following the riverbank uphill, they reached a sprawling jujube grove in about twenty minutes, its branches heavy with clusters of dark red fruit, tempting and vibrant.
"Little Long, slow down! I'm exhausted!" He Jingwen called out, panting.
She rarely walked long distances, let alone on mountain paths. After a short while, she was winded, clutching her trembling chest as she gulped for air. A glimpse of pale, smooth skin peeked out from her neckline, bouncing with each heavy breath, nearly popping the buttons of her floral blouse.
Long Gen's eyes locked onto her, his blood racing. She was wearing a pair of his aunt's loose pants, baggy below the knees but tight around his thighs. He Jingwen's round hips stretched her pants taut, a seam running down the middle, accentuating her curves. His groin tightened, his body reacting instinctively.
"Heh," He chuckled dumbly, saying nothing as he pressed forward. He figured he'd find a way to bed her in the grove. If he succeeded, it'd make things easier for him in the future, and no one would dare mess with his aunt either.
"Hey, Little Long, wait for me!" He Jingwen called again, seeing his figure grow distant. She hurried to catch up, not wanting to get lost.
Long Gen sat in the grove for a while before He Jingwen finally caught up, collapsing against a tree root, fanning herself and gasping for breath. Her snowy chest heaved, fully exposed to Long Gen's eager gaze.
From an angle, he could see her full breasts bouncing in her pink bra, the gap revealing smooth, pale skin that begged to be kissed.
"Little Long, you're in great shape. You move so fast," She said, catching her breath and regaining some energy. Standing, she suggested, "Shall we keep going deeper?"
Long Gen thought it over. Why not? People said there were wolves or tigers in these hills, but he'd never even seen a wild boar. What was there to fear?
"Sure, let's go," He agreed.
But just then, Long Gen's foot slipped. With a yelp, he lurched forward, crashing into He Jingwen.
Startled, she turned, only to see Long Gen hurtling toward her. Caught off guard, they both tumbled to the ground.
Seizing the moment, Long Gen's hand shot out, grabbing at her full breasts!
"Ah!" He Jingwen screamed, hitting the soft, loamy soil. Thankful for the cushion, she barely registered her relief before feeling a strong hand grip her sensitive chest, nearly deforming her bra.
Long Gen, oblivious to her cry, marveled at the warm, soft flesh. One hand couldn't even contain it—so big, so perfect! He pressed himself against her, squeezing. So soft!
"Mmm…" He Jingwen's body warmed, a muffled moan escaping her. Reason screamed that this was wrong, and with a surge of strength, she pushed Long Gen off.
"Oof!" Long Gen, caught up in the moment, was shoved back, landing hard on his rear.
"Little Long, are you okay?" He Jingwen asked, worried she'd hurt him, knowing his condition.
"So big… so soft…" He muttered.
"What?" He Jingwen froze, then glanced down. A button had popped off, exposing a wide swath of pale skin. Realizing Long Gen had grabbed her, a flush crept across her face…
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