Country Weapon-Chapter 19

July's rice paddies were a muddy mess, soaked through. A dive could sink you forty or fifty centimeters, easily burying a head.

Chen Ergou yanked his head out, ready to curse, but his mouth was stuffed with mud, words choked off, ears and nose clogged. His face turned liver-red with rage.

Meanwhile, Long Gen slipped into the store. Shen Lijuan minded the store, while Shen Lihong lay in bed, legs spread, too sore to move. Last night's battle was brutal—that massive cock was the main culprit. If it kept pounding, her pussy would be fucked to ruins sooner or later.

No way she'd talk about borrowing seed without a couple days' rest.

Luckily, the store wasn't busy, and Shen Lijuan didn't farm much, so she had plenty of free time.

Long Gen flopped onto the kang, deep in thought.

He'd screwed over Chen Ergou, but the guy wasn't dumb. And Chen Tianming, that bald genius, would figure out Long Gen's recovery eventually. To get Xiaofang, he couldn't keep playing dumb. But with no power or money, what could he do?

"Get Wu Guihua to keep Ergou in check, then figure it out slowly."

...

Around five p.m., the village's busted loudspeaker crackled with an announcement: outdoor movie tonight.

Long Gen was thrilled. Movies were perfect—whenever Xiaofang was home, she always took him along. Tonight, she'd definitely come for him, and then...

Young villagers bustled, hanging white sheets, setting up the projector. As dusk fell, people were already hauling stools to the site.

"Little Long, let's go watch the movie."

Sure enough, Xiaofang came for him.

Under Shen Lijuan's jealous glare, Long Gen followed Xiaofang.

He scanned the crowd—no Chen Ergou. Relieved, he thought, That bastard won't let it go, but beating me in public? Tricky to handle.

"X-Xiaofang, e-eat candy..." Long Gen pulled a handful of fruit candies from his pocket, drool sliding from his mouth.

Playing dumb was one thing, but Xiaofang's look was too damn tempting.

Her twin ponytails screamed innocence, her full tits straining a button loose on her shirt. Her floral shorts left her snowy thighs bare, so white and enticing.

"Thanks, Little Long." Xiaofang didn't stand on ceremony, taking a candy and popping it in her cherry mouth, her soft, wet lips begging for a kiss.

"Too many people, Little Long. Let's sit in the back. You're taller, so stay behind me."

Long Gen nodded, straightening up. Her plump tits, snowy thighs, and slender neck with its sexy collarbone were all on display, driving him wild.

Gulp!

He swallowed hard, reaching out...

"Little Long, what's poking my ass crack? Stop it, watch the movie..." Xiaofang said suddenly.

Long Gen froze, looking down—his cock was hard, pressing right into the tight seam of her perky ass.

'Damn thing knows the way,' He cursed inwardly, keeping his goofy grin, saying nothing. His cock thrust again.

"Little Long, what're you doing? Stop poking." Xiaofang frowned.

She didn't know what it was, but it made her tingle, warm, not painful, just leaving her limp, boneless.

"Little Long, no more, or I'm getting mad..." Xiaofang's face darkened, grabbing the thing as her ponytails swung, glaring.

He just grinned stupidly. She looked down.

"Ah!" She yelped, but the movie's noise drowned it out. Shocked, she let go.

No wonder it felt hot and pulsing—it was that thing! Biology class taught her about it, but the book's version wasn't this big. How huge was it?

Thinking of Long Gen poking her ass with it, her face burned.

"Little Long, no more poking with that thing, got it? Do it again, and I'm done with you—no more hanging out!" Xiaofang flushed, but his goofy look made it hard to stay mad.

Long Gen kept grinning. Xiaofang turned back to the movie.

Her mind lingered on that thing, how she'd held it, her body heating up again.

"Xiaofang, you're so pretty..."

Suddenly, he grabbed her, his cock jamming into her ass crack again, hands seizing her tits.

Xiaofang froze, too stunned to resist. A fool saying that? Unthinkable. But when she tried to fight, his strength was like an ox, pinning her like a spell, unable to move. She didn't dare scream—if anyone saw, she'd be ruined.

His cock pressed deeper, its heat softening her body. Her perky tits were groped hard, nipples pinched stiff.

"Xiaofang, so soft... feels so good..."

"Little Long, s-stop..."

Her body went numb, but her mind clung to reason. Tilting her head, she whispered, "Little Long, stop touching... I'm uncomfortable... someone might see..."

"Mmm..." His hands squeezed harder. Xiaofang moaned, collapsing into his arms.

One hand slid down her creamy thighs—so white, so tender.

Her body burned. She clamped her legs, blocking him. But that tightened her ass, wrapping his cock tighter.

Long Gen stirred, muttering, "In and out, thrust in, pull out, grind it, fuck it..."

"Little Long, p-please, stop... I can't take it..." Xiaofang burned, limp, too weak to sit up.

If she didn't clamp her legs, his hand would dig into her pussy, making it gush. But clamping trapped his cock in her ass crack, driving her crazy. She didn't know what to do.

"Xiaofang, your tits are huge, so nice to touch." Long Gen didn't care—back row, no one watching, perfect for groping.

"S-Stop, Little Long, I'm begging you... if not, somewhere else..." Xiaofang didn't know why she said it.