Chapter 59

"Ugh!" Wei Wenwu sighed heavily, his face grim. "Secretary Chen doing something like this is just… But he's in the hospital now, injured. Shouldn't we wait till he's better to deal with it?"

He glanced at He Jingwen, scheming inside. This needed to happen fast. If Chen Tianming recovered and caught wind, not only would Wei Wenwu miss out on the secretary spot, his village chief seat might be shaky too. That old bastard was ruthless, with connections up top and a clan of loyalists—Wei was no match!

"Wait? Wait for what?" He Jingwen's brows shot up, her chest heaving with anger, a wave of pale flesh rippling. "We've got witnesses. Call a village cadre meeting now—I'm stripping Chen Tianming of his post!"

"Got it! I'll handle it!" Wei Wenwu's heart leapt, and he turned to fetch Li Sanchou, the accountant who held the books. But Shen Lijuan stopped him—it was mealtime, and since they were here, why not eat first?

After lunch, He Jingwen, Wei Wenwu, Shen Lijuan, and driver Xiao Li headed to the village office to wait. The "meeting" was really about nailing Chen Tianming. He Jingwen was set on not just ousting him but locking the old bastard up!

Everything was in place, running as planned. Long Gen adjusted his bulging crotch, relieved. He thought about checking on Xiao Fang but decided against it—someone might notice something. Once she was in town, he'd have plenty of chances.

"Too damn hot. Time for a bath!" Long Gen muttered, eyeing the tent in his pants and cursing, "Fucking hell, I'll cool you off after a wash!"

"Can't stand hot women. He Jingwen's gorgeous, but look at you—thinking you can fuck the township chief?"

Yeah, she was stunning. Did she have a man? Was she lonely? He'd have to get close, test the waters. Getting into the township chief's bed would mean… Long Gen's mind raced.

The Clearwater River's source was a steady stream, flowing year-round. Even in summer, the water was ice-cold, perfect for cooling off in July or August.

Splash! He yanked off his pants and dove in, paddling wildly. His cock swayed in the water like a big black eel, almost floating.

"Little Long, Little Long…" A woman's voice called from the riverbank.

Who else but Huang Cuihua? She carried a bag, face caked with makeup, high heels clicking like she was heading out to turn tricks.

"Quick, get up here!" She urged.

Puzzled, Long Gen climbed out, but the moment he did, she grabbed him like a desperate hooker, dragging him toward the cornfield.

"What's this? Sneaking around like a thief? Pussy itching again?" He'd barely pulled on his pants, no shirt yet. What's the rush?

Huang Cuihua tossed her bag down, spreading it like a mat, flashing Long Gen a coy smile. "Oh, Little Long, my pussy's aching. It's your fault! You promised to fuck me every day—why didn't you come yesterday? I waited all day, nearly ran to the shop to find you."

"What?" Long Gen scoffed, rolling his eyes. This slut sounded like a wronged wife, all pouty just because he skipped one day?

"What's with the bag and lipstick? Old man kicking the bucket, so you're heading back to the city to work the streets?"

"No way! With a cock like yours, why would I go back?" Huang Cuihua batted her eyes, her hand sliding down his belly to his crotch.

Brushing past his bush, she grabbed the big black cock lying soft and meaty, warm, though his balls were ice-cold, like they'd just come out of a fridge.

Hiss! Long Gen half-closed his eyes, savoring it, and reached for her perky chest. Soft, warm, perfect.

Today, Huang Cuihua was dolled up—a black knit shawl draped over her shoulders, her pale flesh peeking through, her nipples hard and poking through her white bra. Below, a white miniskirt rode up, flashing her thigh roots. A quick reach grabbed her lacy panties, smooth and silky. A rub, a press, and a stream trickled out.

"Mmph… Little Long, come on, quick, I can't take it… mm… put out the fire…" Her pussy itched, and she clamped her thighs around his hand.

But the clamp only egged him on. Things need resistance to be fun—without it, what's the point?

Back in the city at school, a classmate was a sex fiend, always hitting up hookers. Once, he found a "pure" girl, stripped her, and went at it, but she just lay there, legs spread, no reaction whether he groped her tits or kissed her pussy. She even cracked melon seeds, pissing him off so bad he couldn't get it up for months! After that, he only went for smart, skilled women—otherwise, you'd just go limp!

Now Long Gen got it: a woman without challenge was boring. Doing push-ups on a pile of flesh? No thrill. Men want conquest over women!

No cock yet, but one thrust, and he'd make her scream, make her moan!

"Mmph, no, Little Long, quick, I can't… mm…"

His fingers worked fast—rubbing, pinching, digging. After a dozen moves, her lacy panties were soaked!

Slurp! He pulled his hand back, wiping the sticky white fluid on his body, then stopped.

"What? Why'd you stop?" Huang Cuihua snapped out of her daze, staring hungrily at Long Gen's crotch—specifically, that big cock. Nothing beat it, not cucumbers or eggplants!

Long Gen smirked, holding out his hand.

"What, you forgot? This comes with a fee. Think it's easy for me to bust my ass? We agreed last time—cash. You already owe me once. Trying to scam me again? No way. Pay up, and I'll deliver!" He turned away, resolute.

Huang Cuihua blinked. "Oh, right." She opened her bag, pulled out two stacks of red bills, and tossed them to Long Gen.

"Here, twenty grand! Got another twenty at home. Make your auntie feel good, and there's a bonus," She said, winking, her slutty vibe wafting from miles away.

Long Gen grinned, checking the cash. Real, crisp 100-yuan bills. This was the move—get her riled up, hold off on the cock, tease a bit, then play hard to get. Fuck, I'm both a chaste saint and a whore with a sign!

"Money's here, quick, Little Long, shove that thing in…" Huang Cuihua couldn't wait, stripping off her panties, ready to shed more.

"Just the panties—leave the rest. Too much hassle," Long Gen said, eyeing the pink underwear, soaked at the crotch with sticky white gunk, reeking of piss.

"Damn, look how slutty you are!" He whipped out his cock, smeared the head with her liquid, and smack! spread her ass cheeks. Slip! He plunged in.

"Ah…!"

Smack, smack, smack! The cornfield echoed with joyful noises…

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