When the first rays of sunlight hit the earth, Shen Lijuan woke up early and cleaned the house inside and out. Snoring filled the rooms, and she couldn't help but shake her head, a mix of helplessness and sweet affection in her heart. Like a bashful young girl, a flush of red crossed her fair face as she lowered her head to organize the goods on the shop shelves.
The kitchen clattered with activity. Chen Xianglian, with her rounded buttocks swaying, was chopping vegetables and preparing breakfast. A light fragrance wafted from the large pot, and Xianglian smiled to herself.
Snore... snore... huff...
On the bed, Long Gen lay with his legs spread wide, snoring like thunder. His crotch propped up a high tent in his bright red underwear, standing tall on the bed like a flag.
—The bugle was blowing up top, and the flag was being raised below...
"Xiao Li, I won't be back today. Push the meeting to next Monday. Yes, exactly. Call me back if there's an emergency!" He Jingwen was on the phone, casting a helpless glance at Long Gen. The little brat didn't even stop in his sleep; his snoring was so loud she could barely hear her own conversation.
"Huh? Why postpone? Do I need your permission to manage my schedule? Just go set the tasks. The meeting's postponed! That's final! Click!" Hanging up the phone, He Jingwen turned and caught sight of the towering bulge in his crotch. Her face flushed, and she quietly stepped out of the room.
The three women ate together and then rushed to the village office for a meeting. Fruit tree cultivation and poultry farming needed a formal discussion. Getting rich was good, but it had to be built on the foundation of environmental protection!
This was also Long Gen's idea. The little bastard said that raising turtles wasn't his final goal—he had bigger ambitions. No one knew if he planned to raise tigers and castrate them to make tiger-penis wine. Knowing his habits, there wasn't a wicked thing he wouldn't try.
He Jingwen's frequent visits to the countryside, and her bringing experts and PhDs this time, drew a crowd of curious onlookers. After breakfast, a large circle of villagers—young and old—gathered around the village office with their arms crossed, waiting to see what show was being put on today.
Lately, Shanghe Village was dominated by women. Aside from the Village Chief, Li Sanchou, the leadership was entirely female. The Township chief, He Jingwen, was at the forefront, wearing her black-rimmed glasses, her nose pert, her back ramrod straight. With her serious demeanor, she looked like a female secret agent reincarnated.
"Regarding the fruit trees and poultry farming, Professor Wang and Expert Xue conducted a preliminary inspection yesterday afternoon. The results are very optimistic. Moving forward, Shanghe Village will become a cultivation demonstration site."
"First, we will requisition ten acres of Chen Tianyun's jujube forest at a price of 8,000 yuan per year; we will also requisition ten acres of fertile land for the same price. The term is five years, and the government will pay in one lump sum!"
"Second, the government will support Wu Guihua's poultry farm, providing broiler and duck seedlings as well as breeding techniques. We will expand and improve the farm over a three-month period! Technician Xue Long will be stationed here, and I want to see results within those three months!"
As for the fruit tree site, Professor Wang had a bit more free time; he would only need to be on-site three or four days a week.
"Tsk, tsk, 8,000 yuan! Dammit, even with a good harvest, selling grain only brings in about 5,000. Handing over the land for 8,000 is a steal!"
"Yeah, doing nothing is basically like them helping us earn money..."
"Township chief He, use my land! I've got twelve acres, just pay me for ten!"
"You lazy bum, that's mountain land! Who wants your crappy plot?"
"Hahaha..."
He Jingwen's lips curled into a slight smile as she signaled for silence.
"Everyone, quiet down. Quiet down and listen to me."
"Rural reform and urban-rural integration are still far off for Liuhe Township and Shanghe Village. After all, the mountains are high and the roads are far; closed-off transportation hinders development. What I can do is help you get as rich as possible, to put more money in your pockets! A few days ago, Secretary Shen Lijuan's distant nephew—Long Gen, whom you call 'the idiot'..."
"...He proposed some excellent ideas. So what if the transportation is bad? We have mountains and water, and no shortage of hardworking farmers like Chen Tianyun and Wu Guihua. Because of this, I brought two experts for field research to establish a demonstration point and find a path to prosperity for everyone!"
"I have confidence, and I hope you do too. We may requisition more land later at the same rate of 8,000 yuan for ten acres. Interested villagers can stay behind to sign up and apply."
"Me! Me! I have plenty of land...!"
"I want to sign up!"
"I have to sign up, swinging a hoe every day is exhausting."
"Heh, I didn't realize that 'Idiot Long' had actually gained some sense."
"Exactly, how could an idiot come up with these clever ideas?"
"You guys don't know half of it. Long Gen used to be a city person, he's educated. I heard he was about to go to university—he's very smart..."
"So that's how it is. I always thought he looked special. He's got a future..."
...
The chirping chatter made Shen Lijuan not know whether to laugh or cry. What kind of logic was this? An idiot having a future? These people must have stopped taking their medicine again.
Thinking of that little bastard, her face turned red. He got all the benefits and still acted innocent. Poking people everywhere with that big stick... and now, not only was she his woman, but she also had to scurry around doing his errands. Even the Township chief had been seduced by him.
"Little bastard!"
"Achoo!" Long Gen let out a sneeze so loud the whole village could practically hear it. "Which son of a bitch is talking bad about me? Dammit..."
By the time the sun was high, Long Gen crawled out of bed. The matter with Liu Yuxin wasn't settled yet, and he couldn't rest easy. Only when she was "one of his own" could he trust the work would be done right!
What does it mean to be "one of his own"? Either you fuck her, or she sleeps with you. That's the only way!
"No matter what, I have to handle that woman today. Can't delay anymore!" He muttered to himself as he headed toward the village office. He didn't have a specific plan, but he was brimming with confidence.
As long as she's a woman, it's impossible for her not to be moved by the sight of the big cock!
When he arrived at the village office, it was mostly empty and quiet. Mo Yan was sitting at the door reading a book, and the sound of coughing came from inside—it was Liu Yuxin.
"Yo, reading? What kind of book? Not a book of erotic art, is it? Is it the 69 or the doggy style...?" Long Gen approached with a grin.
"Bah!"
Mo Yan glared at him, giving him a sharp look.
Yesterday at noon, she'd only heard a few sounds before the little bastard fucked her until she was a mess. She'd had to keep her legs spread and hadn't dared to walk for half the day; her freshly changed underwear had been soaked through.
And this bad boy... after he fucked her, he brought another woman over at night, made her take care of her, and even made her wash the woman's clothes. He only showed up now. She didn't know why she was so obsessed with that big cock, why she was so shameless.
"How is she?" Long Gen pouted and whispered.
"How else? She has a cold and a fever. Thirty-nine degrees—it's quite serious!" Mo Yan frowned slightly.
"Sigh, looks like no fucking today." Long Gen was immediately dejected, and the propped-up cock went a bit limp. He shook his head helplessly.
"You little bastard! She's in that state and you're still thinking about fucking?" Mo Yan almost jumped up to slap him, but fearing the might of the big cock, she could only think about it.
Hearing this, Long Gen looked at Mo Yan with a wicked smile. This slutty woman was something else—she was exhausted nearly to death yesterday, and today she was acting up again. Her face was as red and plump as an apple.
She was wrapped in a white doctor's coat, but her chest bulged like two rubber balls, her buttocks were as round as a millstone, and her slender calves were as white and tender as tofu.
"What... what do you want?" Mo Yan took a step back, holding her book in front of her chest.
"What else? Let's have a round. Come, let me get a feel..." Long Gen laughed wickedly, grabbing Mo Yan's plump hand and pulling her into his arms.
"Ah, don't... don't be like this! There's a patient inside... nn-hnh... don't touch, you little bastard... ooh..."
Mo Yan kept her lips pressed tight, her voice low. She was holding it in so hard her face turned as red as a monkey's butt.
Grabbing her two large boobs, he kneaded them vigorously and sneered, "Moan, go ahead and moan. Don't hold it in, it feels better to let it out... come on, give me a soul-melting moan..."
"Mnh-hnh... nn... Long Gen, don't, I beg you... stop touching... what if... what if someone sees... ooh..." Mo Yan almost cried.
Yet, she was so useless she couldn't muster a shred of strength; her bones felt soft, and her chest actually pressed closer to him as his large hands kneaded her into a tingly itch.
"It's fine, let it out. Holding it in is uncomfortable. Come on, moan..." With a lewd smile, he pulled Mo Yan into his lap, lifted her skirt, and squeezed her firm buttocks.
They were fleshy and full of elasticity—buttocks like washbasins that two hands couldn't even fully cover. His fingers rubbed against her panties, sliding all the way to the pussy before stopping.
Two stray hairs hung from the top, and the thick "dumpling skins" stood like guardian gods at the entrance. He gave them two pokes and then suddenly thrust a finger inside.
"Ah... ooh... don't, Long Gen, don't..." She clamped her thighs shut, twisting her buttocks back and forth. The entrance was already slick and wet.
"What do you mean 'don't'? Look, it's already wet. Come on, smell it—smells like the scent of arousal. Come, I will poke it for you. Look, it's already hard, isn't it? Come on, arch your back, hands on the table..."
He lifted her skirt, pulled her black panties aside until they hung on one leg, and dug his fingers in for a few thrusts. It was a damp, dark cave. He pulled out his big cock, shook it twice, aimed, and buried it inside in one go.
"Ah...!"
It was a tearing pain as he bottomed out, but it was followed by an unprecedented feeling of fullness and tightness. He slammed against her ass, making it tingle, and her buttocks trembled.
Pa-pa-pa!
Gripping her white buttocks, the big cock moved as if in uninhabited territory. It pushed aside the two dumpling skins and plunged ahead, churning violently inside the dark hole.
"Ah, ah, ah... nn-hnh... ah, ah... Long Gen, gent... gent... gentler... ooh..."
Waves of flesh rolled across her buttocks as Long Gen used all his might, crashing into her. The bang-bang-bang of his impact felt like it was shaking her skeletal frame apart.
"Ah, ah... mnh, so good... Long Gen, Long Gen, I... I'm coming! Quick, faster... pa-pa-pa...!"