The little truck belched a long trail of thick smoke, roaring "vroom, vroom" before vanishing in a flash.
Shanghe Village wasn't too far from the township government, maybe twenty kilometers tops, but the winding mountain roads were shit. It took nearly an hour to get there. Wang Erniu was beat—driving for cash was exhausting, but he had no choice.
"Huff, huff… snore…"
"Fuck, I'm driving, and this bastard's sleeping like a baby!" Wang Erniu glanced back. Long Fool was slumped, head tilted, drooling and snoring, out cold like nothing could wake him.
"Long Fool, Long Fool, wake up, we're in the city!" Wang Erniu shoved him for a while before Long Gen lazily opened his eyes.
Stretching his back, yawning, he finally looked around the town. Streets buzzed with people, colorful shops, buildings everywhere—lively as hell.
"Here already?" Long Gen muttered, grabbing his bundle and climbing out slowly.
Wang Erniu locked the truck, pointed, and said to Long Fool, "Follow this road straight, no turns, all the way to the end. Town elementary school's there. Go on."
Adjusting his crotch, Wang Erniu, starving after a busy morning, barged into his place yelling, "Huang Juan, food ready? I'm fucking starving!"
"Huang Juan? Nice name. Wonder what she looks like," Long Gen's ears perked, sneaking a glance.
Damn, not bad! A green floral dress, pale, tender face like a schoolgirl, and clean, white feet. Her tits weren't huge, but those small mounds had a youthful charm. Put her in a schoolgirl outfit, and she'd be perfect.
"Heh, wanna fuck my aunt? Sorry, I am gonna screw your wife first!" Noting the shop's location, he headed to the school.
Liujia Township Elementary, the only school in the township, from kindergarten to sixth grade, twenty-eight classes, nearly fifteen hundred students, plus staff—about sixteen hundred total. Pretty big, with government funding, a six-story teaching building loomed grandly, outshining even the middle school.
White walls, red tiles, a red scarf fluttering on the flagpole, and the sound of kids reading echoed from classrooms, full of "future of the nation" vibes.
*Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling!*
A sharp bell rang, followed by a burst of cheers like a pot boiling over. Kids poured out of classrooms.
School was out.
As the kids spilled out, Li Xiaofang walked out slowly, clutching her textbooks, a happy smile on her face at the sight of the lively children.
"Bye, Teacher Xiaofang!"
"Heh, bye, Tongtong." Li Xiaofang waved at a little girl, feeling a deep sense of joy and fulfillment.
So what if she didn't get into college? Seeing kids' innocent smiles every day was its own kind of happiness!
"Teacher Li, Teacher Li, quick, your cousin's at the gate looking for you! Go on!" The old gatekeeper jogged over. "He's got eggs and chickens. Your cousin's so good to you! Shame, though, he stammers and seems kinda dumb."
Li Xiaofang's brow furrowed.
"Cousin? Dumb and stammering?"
That's Little Long!
Guessing it was Long Gen, Li Xiaofang bolted to the gate. The gatekeeper couldn't keep up, sighing, "I'm getting old."
Li Xiaofang's ass bounced as she ran, her heart pounding like a rabbit's, her face flushed.
Over a month since leaving the village, she was happy with her job—eight hundred bucks base pay, plus subsidies, about twelve hundred total. Decent, but at night, alone, one face kept haunting her.
Tall, burly, goofy grin, drooling like he couldn't stop. And it was all an act! He'd fucked her!
"Little bastard!" When she couldn't sleep, cursing him a couple times eased her mind.
"Xiaofang, over here!" Long Gen's sharp eyes spotted her, waving wildly.
She looked the same—fresh and clean, youthful face with decent-sized melons jiggling as she walked, bouncing up and down. Long Gen's drool flowed faster.
Was city food that good? In just a month, her tits looked bigger, stretching her round-neck tee tight, practically bursting out.
*Gulp!* Long Gen swallowed, keeping his goofy grin. *This dish is mine eventually.* He schemed about getting a room in town to bang her.
He'd been planning this for a while. Couldn't keep dragging it out—town was far from the village. Gotta make it happen.
"Why're you here?" Panting from the run, Xiaofang's face reddened, catching her breath, calming her racing heart.
Pressing her chest, her round melons flattened, pushing out to the sides, looking even wilder, nearly ripping her shirt.
Long Gen's eyes went wide, blurting, "So big!"
"What? What's big?" Xiaofang frowned, confused. What the hell was he talking about?
Following his gaze, she realized he was staring at her tits. Glaring, she hissed, "Little bastard, stop looking!" She winked and pouted at him.
The gate was crowded with parents picking up kids. Kids might not get it, but adults would. This punk's getting bolder, acting like this in public!
"Uh, Xiaofang, I… I brought you some stuff. Here, cook it up…" No shame on his face. *Stare at your tits? I'm gonna touch and suck 'em too.*
"Let's go, I'll cook for you."
Xiaofang rolled her eyes. Hard to snap in public, so she led him to the teachers' dorms.
With better student facilities, teachers got upgrades too. New dorm building, each staff got a room. Since Xiaofang lived there full-time, hers was decent—about twenty square meters, a bed, a table, basic kitchen stuff, essentials neatly arranged, and a nice little wardrobe.
Inside, Long Gen's eyes darted around. Clothes hung outside the window, including a cute pink pair of panties with a Mickey Mouse print and a big bra fluttering in the breeze, screaming "big tits."
"Heh, Xiaofang, how big's that bra? You're growing, huh." He tested the bed—soft enough, probably good for fucking. Just hope it's sturdy. His cock was too lethal—wouldn't do if it creaked mid-fuck.
"Little bastard, say that again!"
Xiaofang's teeth itched with anger. *Slam!* She shut the door, grabbed a kitchen knife, and stormed over.
"No, no, I… I was wrong. Your tits aren't big, they're small, tiny, like an airport runway." Long Gen begged for mercy, knowing not to piss off this tiger. She'd bite! But wait, that sounded wrong. A sly grin crept onto his face.
"You! Little bastard, you're talking nonsense!" Xiaofang stomped, her tits bouncing, waving the knife, looking wronged. "Where're they small? Where?! Hmph!"
Long Gen laughed. Didn't expect her to take it so seriously. Women—praise their looks, they call you slick; point out flaws, they fight you.
"Ahem, not small, just right." Coughing awkwardly, he grinned, standing to grab the knife. Can't let her get too excited and slice him—that'd be a bad joke.
Xiaofang didn't resist, setting the knife aside and sliding into his lap. They'd already fucked, and no one was around, so she dropped her guard.
These days were rough—tossing and turning, unable to sleep. When she did, that big cock haunted her dreams, swaying in front of her. Mornings, her bed was soaked like she'd pissed it, embarrassing as hell.
Other teachers said, "Xiaofang, you're so diligent, washing your sheets every few days." Only she knew how bad those wet stains looked. What if someone saw?
"All this bastard's fault!" She muttered, her face flushing.
Looking down, the little perv was already groping!
"Mmph, don't… don't pinch, Little Long… ugh…" Young girls are all about that innocent vibe. Just a few squeezes, bra still on, and her body was burning.
Taking Xiaofang down was just a matter of time.
"What's to fear? I'm not touching someone else's wife—I'm touching my own." Long Gen sounded righteous. "Touching's nothing. I'll fuck you every night, got it, wifey?"
"So, no need to be shy." He chuckled slyly, squeezing harder, mashing her round cotton balls out of shape.
Xiaofang curled into his arms, burning up, whimpering, her red lips seeking his.
As the ancients said, "What young girl doesn't dream of spring?"
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