Chapter 7

"Shh!" Long Gen yanked the terrified Shen Lijuan into the back room.

"Aunt, you know what's going on, so why are you shouting?" Long Gen rolled his eyes, only then noticing Shen Lijuan's torn floral dress.

That bastard Chen Tianming was rough as hell, ripping it straight from the collar. Her pink bra was fully exposed, revealing her full breasts, still red and swollen from last night's antics—probably from being manhandled too hard.

Glancing downward, Long Gen's eyes traced her flat stomach, where a couple of curly hairs peeked out. Below that, her pink embroidered panties hugged her sacred spot, still marked with white stains from last night.

Gulp! Long Gen swallowed hard, his lower body springing to life, instantly pitching a massive tent in his pants.

"Little Long, is your mind clear now?" Shen Lijuan, oblivious to his reaction, asked in surprise.

Long Gen nodded. "It's been clear for a while. I was just pretending to be dumb."

"Then… then what about that…" Shen Lijuan pointed at Long Gen's crotch, her face flushing red.

This was incest, a scandalous, shameful act that would get them ostracized.

Cough, cough, cough. Long Gen looked embarrassed, tempted to keep playing dumb, but Shen Lijuan wasn't stupid. Her expression made it clear she knew he'd played her. He quickly said, "Well, the 'wilt' down there isn't wilting anymore. Last night… uh, sorry about that…"

"Pfft!" Shen Lijuan spat lightly, glaring at him. "You little punk, taking advantage of your own aunt…"

"Didn't you enjoy it last night too?" Long Gen muttered under his breath.

Shen Lijuan's face reddened, and she stayed silent, thinking to herself, Yeah, it was pretty good. With that massive thing, it's hard not to enjoy it…

Unaware of her thoughts, Long Gen felt a surge of desire. Unable to resist, he grabbed one of her large boobs and started kneading it gently…

"Mmm…" A soft, pleasurable moan escaped her lips.

Long Gen grinned wickedly. "Aunt, I want to suckle…"

"No, no way. It still hurts down there," Shen Lijuan hurriedly stopped him, her face full of panic. "Give me a couple of days to recover, then you can have your fun. It's all red and swollen—how could we do it now?"

Hearing this, Long Gen's expression dimmed.

If her down-there was red and swollen and needed rest, it'd take at least ten days or half a month. That long without action would drive him crazy!

"Aunt, stay home and rest. Rub some medicinal liquor down there. I'll head to the river and catch a couple of turtles to make some nourishing soup. Your stamina's too weak—you couldn't even last an hour…" Long Gen said as he headed out.

Shen Lijuan's face flushed as she spat, muttering to herself, An hour's not enough? Blame that massive thing of yours…

"Wait a second!" She suddenly realized. "That little punk teased me again and didn't explain a damn thing about himself! No way, I need answers. If his mind's clear, why's he still acting dumb?" Shen Lijuan closed the door and started changing clothes with a rustle.

…

The Qingshui River ran through the entire village.

It wasn't a big river, but it was full of treasures. Especially after summer rains, the river teemed with fish and shrimp, some pretty big, along with plenty of turtles and softshells.

Long Gen, braving the sun, found a rocky bank, stripped off his underwear, and dove in with a splash, sending ripples across the water before it calmed.

A minute or two later, a dark head popped up—none other than Long Gen. In his hands were two softshell turtles, each easily three pounds.

"Hmm, these'll make a good tonic. Aunt needs it, and so do I. This little pecker's still a bit small…" Long Gen muttered to himself as he slipped his underwear back on.

By the river was a ten-acre cornfield, thriving in the season for tender corn. Long Gen got an idea.

This cornfield belonged to that bastard Chen Tianming. As the village's big shot, he'd used every trick to claim this prime riverside land. A year's harvest from these ten acres brought in over ten thousand yuan.

"He's got the nerve to mess with my woman. Fine, I'll start by grabbing some corn to stew with the soup. We'll settle the rest later…" With that, Long Gen darted into the cornfield.

Fueled by his hatred for Chen Tianming, Long Gen was strategic about stealing corn, picking only the biggest, tenderest ears. He trampled a large patch in the middle of the field.

"Heh, I'll stew a pot of soup first, then roast the rest…" Excited, Long Gen started whistling.

Splash, splash… A sound from the river startled him.

Quietly setting down the corn and turtles, Long Gen crept through the cornstalks, peering toward the noise.

"Damn, it's that slut bathing again!" Long Gen cursed under his breath, snapping two cornstalks and squatting in the field to watch.

At the riverbank, Huang Cuihua was rinsing off. Her figure was a bit plump but fair and tender. As a city girl, she was not only good-looking but well-maintained. Being the wife of village secretary Chen Tianming, she lived a cushy life, so her smooth, delicate skin was no surprise.

Hiss! Long Gen sucked in a breath, his eyes wide as cowbells. "It's only been a few days, and her boobs got that much bigger?"

No wonder Long Gen was shocked—Huang Cuihua's breasts were stunning. Despite having kids, her two massive boobs were still firm and round. The only flaw was that her once-pink cherries had darkened a bit.

Time spares no one, after all.

"Heh, Chen Tianming, you'd never dream I got an eyeful of your wife, huh? Just wait—I'll have her one day!" Long Gen rubbed his crotch, which hardened in no time.

His cock was impressive, no doubt, but his appetite was just as big! One or two women wouldn't cut it. Long Gen needed to find more partners, or he'd burst from pent-up desire.

"Ow!"

Long Gen yelped as a sharp pain hit his balls. Looking down, he saw an ant had bitten him, leaving a red mark.

"Who's there? Come out! Peeping on me while I bathe? Show yourself!" Huang Cuihua, alerted by the sound, threw on a shirt to cover her private parts and stormed over.

Caught off guard, Long Gen couldn't escape and was nabbed. He could only grin foolishly, cursing the damn ant for biting his pecker of all places.

"Oh, it's just silly Long," Huang Cuihua sighed in relief. Just a fool—nothing to worry about if he saw her.

"Hehe, Aunt Cuihua, wh-what are you doing? Why… why no pants?" Long Gen played dumb, his peripheral vision sneaking to her massive breasts.

So big—too damn big!