An all-night marathon left the three sprawled across the bed like roasted yams, too exhausted to cover their private parts. He Jingwen and Shen Lijuan were spent, but Long Gen wasn't faring much better. His towering cock had battled relentlessly, pounding pale flesh without a moment's rest. If not for those bowls of turtle soup, he'd have collapsed like a dead dog.
"Fuck…" Long Gen muttered, wrapping his arms around the women and passing out, snoring like thunder.
In his dream, Xiao Fang appeared, fresh as a stream, her bright eyes winking, her smile radiant. But then she vanished, leaving him aching.
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The next day, they dragged themselves up at noon. Shen Lijuan, clutching her sore waist, cooked lunch. The trio ate, and He Jingwen prepared to leave. The sting of her divorce had faded—she had work to focus on now. *Work hard, then fuck hard.* She wanted to take Long Gen with her; his presence gave her drive, and the nights were pure bliss. But Shen Lijuan hadn't suggested it, and He Jingwen didn't want to push.
Last night, the women had secretly planned to wear out him, but they'd crashed first, betraying each other under his cock's onslaught. *Who can resist that beast? Nobody's greedy enough to hog it.* Sighing, He Jingwen let it go.
Long Gen wanted to go too. His dream about Xiao Fang left him itching—she'd been gone over a month. *Hope nobody's claimed that sweet piece.* But leaving with He Jingwen? Bad idea. Last night taught him that women get jealous. He Jingwen was a stunning vixen, Xiao Fang a fresh peony—both gorgeous, both possessive. Another all-night battle with them? Even his iron cock couldn't handle that.
*Once He Jingwen leaves, I'll head to town and find Xiao Fang.* Plan set, he saw her off, then flopped back onto the bed, dreaming again. He pictured fucking big-assed women, sucking perky tits, even studying porn techniques—bondage, S&M, the works. Drool pooled on the sheets as his snores roared.
Shen Lijuan glanced at him, blushing. The blanket barely covered his lower half. *He ate, and he's hard again. How many women does it take to satisfy that thing?* Sighing, she headed to the village office. "Heard a doctor's coming to give free checkups…"
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*Screech.* A car pulled up to the village office. A woman stepped out—a stunner in a white lab coat, her legs slim and pale as scallions. Her chest strained the fabric, her slightly plump figure only adding to her allure. A high nose supported black-rimmed glasses, lending a stern air.
"This is Shanghe Village? Poor as dirt," Mo Yan muttered, slinging a small medical bag over her shoulder. "A month here? Better than rotting at the hospital."
Mo Yan, a doctor from Sandahe County Hospital, was part of a volunteer program sending doctors to rural villages. It was a chance for promotion, and Mo Yan, ambitious as hell, jumped at it, landing in Shanghe Village.
"I'm Shen Lijuan, village chief. You must be Dr. Mo," Shen Lijuan greeted, her speech polished from days in the role. *Not dumb—just watch TV, and you learn how officials talk, all hand-clasping and pleasantries.* "On behalf of the village, I welcome you. This is your office."
She pointed to a modest room. "It's rough out here, Dr. Mo, please bear with it. There's a small room inside with a bed we've set up for you."
Mo Yan glanced around, her heels clicking on the floor. "Thanks, it's nice. The bed's cute," She said, her icy face softening with a smile.
"Don't say that, Dr. Mo—you're the one slumming it. Our village is dirt-poor. How about dinner at my place tonight? I'll fill you in on the village. Sound good?" Shen Lijuan's dimples flashed, charming as ever.
Mo Yan nodded, accepting.
But Shen Lijuan's heart sank. *That bastard at home…* Mo Yan was gorgeous—Long Gen would be all over her. *Fuck it, let him do what he wants, as long as he doesn't force her.* Her head ached. *His cock was still hard before dinner. Two or three women aren't enough for that monster.*
Last night proved it—He Jingwen got fucked right in her house, and Shen Lijuan ended up joining in. "Ugh, why's my mind stuck on that? So shameless," She muttered, blushing, touching her face.
Mo Yan noticed. "Chief, you okay? You look flushed—catching a cold? Let me check."
"No, no, I'm fine!" Shen Lijuan waved her off, guilty as a thief. "Dr. Mo, don't call me chief. I'm older—call me Sister Lijuan, like I'm taking advantage of you. How's that?"
Mo Yan smiled. "Deal. I'll be here a while, so Sister Lijuan it is."
"Great!" Shen Lijuan left Mo Yan to settle in. The village office was quiet—some paperwork, passing on higher-ups' orders, and that was it. Sitting down, her thoughts drifted to Long Gen.
*That cock's a killer. I've been taking it for days, and last night's pounding still hurts. Two of us serviced him all night, and he's still hard? Terrifying.*
"I hope he doesn't ruin Mo Yan. She's pretty, probably married. He already fucked He Jingwen into a divorce—don't let him wreck another woman's life." She resolved to talk to him privately. *He needs to cool it.*
But Mo Yan finished unpacking and wanted to explore the village, get a feel for the place. Shen Lijuan couldn't say no, so she gave her a tour. By 6:30 p.m., they headed to the store.
"Dr. Mo, take whatever you need—food, supplies. You're not used to rural life yet," Shen Lijuan said generously, pouring water and grabbing snacks.
Mo Yan looked around, popping sunflower seeds. "Lijuan, your place is so tidy. Where's your family?"
"I'm a widow, living alone. My distant nephew stays with me," Shen Lijuan sighed, her voice heavy.
Being a widow carried a stigma everywhere.
"My nephew's got brain issues—comes and goes. It's tough." She almost mentioned Long Gen's "recovery" but held back. *If Mo Yan spreads that, it'll ruin his plans.*
Long Gen was young but cunning, toppling Chen Tianming's legs and driving Wei Wenwu to suicide. His "thick and dark" strategies were like a fortune-teller's—impossible not to admire. But that cock's appetite was a disaster, fucking anything that moved.
She didn't care—she was a widow, no harm done as long as she didn't get pregnant. But He Jingwen and the village wives? They had husbands. If word got out, it'd be ugly.
"Sorry, Lijuan, I didn't know," Mo Yan said, stunned, but impressed. *Running a store, leading the village, all alone? She's tough.*
"No big deal. Everyone knows. Just hope you don't think my place is bad luck," Shen Lijuan said with a strained smile.
"Never. I'm not superstitious. Where's your nephew? I can check him out—maybe I can help," Mo Yan offered, shifting topics.
She wasn't boasting. Rural folks often let small issues fester into big ones. *Maybe the kid's condition is treatable with meds.*
"Uh, Little Long went out to play this morning. Probably tired, still sleeping," Shen Lijuan said, panicking. *Don't bring him up.* Mo Yan wouldn't resist that cock, and if Long Gen set his sights on her, he'd find a way to fuck her.
"Sleeping?" Mo Yan blinked. "That's fine. I can take his pulse while he sleeps—no issue."
Her intentions were pure. Her skills weren't godlike, but she was respected in the county for tackling tough cases.
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