The sun blazed overhead, scorching the earth without a hint of breeze. In the distance, a wisp of smoke curled from a house's chimney. Seeing this, Long Gen quickened his pace.
To his surprise, Chen Xianglian was back home. Wasn't she supposed to be at the hospital looking after her brother, Chen Tianming? Why was she back? Has Chen Tianming recovered? Long Gen mulled it over—nah, that didn't seem likely. He crept closer, cautious.
"Goddamn Long Fool! That bastard broke my uncle's leg! We've gotta kill that little shit!" A woman's voice, sharp and shrill, erupted from inside the house. It wasn't Chen Xianglian's voice. Who else was in there?
Long Gen edged closer, wary of the big yellow dog in the yard barking its head off. But ever since he'd slept with Chen Xianglian, that dog treated him like the man of the house, wagging its tail and licking his hand like a beggar.
"Xiao Ke, it's not like Little Long meant to do it. All this talk about killing—what's that about?" Chen Xianglian's voice came, weary and worn. "You're a kid, don't go saying stuff like that, got it?"
"Mom, why are you defending an outsider? Ever since Dad died, Uncle's been the one helping us out…" The voice trailed off, indignant.
Long Gen, crouched by the kitchen door, froze. So, it was Chen Ke, that little vixen, back in town. Word was she'd been selling herself out there. A plan formed in his mind as he peeked through a crack in the door.
It was a widow's house, after all—no man around to keep things tidy. The kitchen floor was still packed with dirt, damp, probably from the rain that seemed to be coming. Two big pots sat on the stove. Chen Xianglian was at the cutting board, hacking away at something, her wide hips swaying with each move. Her face was hidden, long hair cascading down her back.
Another woman stood by the stove, glancing at the fire. Her arms were crossed, pushing up a pair of plump, rounded boobs that strained against her top. With a pert nose and a cold sneer, she spoke.
"What's the big deal? He's just a fool. You think our Chen family in Shanghe Village is scared of him? Kill him, and good riddance. He's a waste of air alive and a waste of dirt dead! Useless idiot—good for nothing but looking tough!" Her voice dripped with contempt.
"Xiao Ke," Chen Xianglian frowned, setting down her knife with a clatter. "Why are you talking like that? Shen Lijuan already paid nearly ten grand, didn't she? What's with all this 'kill him' nonsense? You're a young girl—watch your mouth, it's ugly."
Long Gen pieced it together. So, Chen Ke, that little tramp, had heard about Chen Tianming's accident. Probably Chen Tianyun and the others had spun the story, pinning it all on him. With the Chen family's numbers in Shanghe Village, she figured she could teach him a lesson.
'Idiots, thinking I'll pay up? In your dreams!' Long Gen thought to himself. 'I'm not just gonna fuck every woman in the Chen family—I'm gonna clean out their wallets too. Not a single cent left!' He smirked, patting the pocket where Huang Cuihua had slipped him twenty grand that morning.
He kept peering through the crack. Chen Ke's seductive face came into view.
Heavy makeup, long lashes, big watery eyes, a pert nose, and a cherry-red mouth. Her short, golden hair swayed lightly in the faint breeze, and her sharp chin framed a pair of towering peaks barely contained by her low-cut top. The deep cleavage between her pale, tender boobs was impossible to ignore. A willow-slim waist, round hips, and long, creamy legs peeked out from under a tight skirt that clung to her thighs, leaving little to the imagination. Long Gen felt a stir in his pants.
No wonder folks said she was a working girl. Every move, every glance screamed seduction. One flutter of those eyes could steal a man's soul.
'This vixen,' Long Gen thought, 'I'll shove my cock in her one day and shut her up! Try to kill me? I'll fuck you senseless first!'
Long Gen wasn't dumb, but he played the fool. Fuming, he banged on the door—thud, thud, thud.
"Who's there?" Chen Xianglian called, wiping greasy hands on her apron and swaying her hips to open the door.
"Little Long?!" She looked up, startled to see Long Gen standing there, grinning like an idiot.
It wasn't his goofy look that spooked her—it was his showing up at all. The whole Chen family, except her, wanted his head on a platter. Why was this fool walking right into the lion's den? Was his brain on the fritz again?
"Heh, Aunt Xianglian, I, uh, came to see you. Heard you just got back from the hospital. How's, uh, Secretary Chen doing…?" Long Gen stammered, playing dumb.
"He's… he's okay…" Chen Xianglian hesitated, unsure.
"Okay? Okay my ass!"
Before she could finish, Chen Ke sauntered over, her slim waist twisting. The pale skin of her neck gleamed, her full boobs bouncing with each step. Long Gen's pants tightened—he could barely hold it together.
He'd just banged Yang Ying earlier, and now his body was raring to go again. Chen Ke's sultry getup and the thick perfume she wore—it was like an aphrodisiac. One whiff, and he was rock-hard, itching to rip her skirt off and take her right there.
"Long Fool, you've got some nerve!" Chen Ke snapped, circling him with her arms crossed. "Breaking my uncle's legs? How many lives do you think you got, huh?" She eyed his dumbstruck expression, chin lifting smugly. Her high heels clicked sharply. "Pay up, now! Or I'll have someone end your sorry ass!"
"Ah!" Long Gen shrank back, quick as lightning, ducking behind Chen Xianglian. His massive bulge pressed right into her ass, hands grabbing her waist and brushing against her heavy boobs. "I was wrong, I was wrong! Don't hit me, I got no money… don't kill me…" He wailed.
His head ducked low, but his hips thrust forward, grinding his hardness against the crease of Chen Xianglian's backside.
"Hm?" Chen Xianglian stiffened, her body suddenly ablaze as a hot cock had plunged into her. A tingling heat spread through her, softening her limbs. She reached out to stop her daughter.
"Xiao Ke, what are you doing? Little Long didn't mean it. He's apologized, and the money's been paid. Why make a fuss? His head's not right…" Her voice wavered, guilt creeping in as she felt herself growing wet. Her body burned, that familiar itch flaring up between her legs.
Chen Ke, too pissed to notice her mother's flush, kept ranting. "Mom, what's wrong with you? Why are you sticking up for him?"
"Why are you siding with an outsider? Uncle's been good to us—he's your brother, and I'm your daughter! Why are you defending this fool?"
"What's he good for, huh? Big and burly like a yak, but his junk's useless—can't even get it up. Some man!" Chen Ke spat, fuming.
Chen Xianglian frowned. Why was she defending him? But before she could speak, that cock in Long Gen's pants rubbed against her again, stoking the fire in her body. It itched, burned, and drove her wild.
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