In the early summer morning of the countryside, the air carried a hint of dampness, yet it was crisp and clear. Sunlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled golden spots on the ground, strikingly beautiful.
Two sparrows chirped incessantly on a branch, adding a touch of liveliness. At the entrance of Widow Shen's convenience store, a bald man sat, puffing hard on a cigarette, grumbling, "What's with this Widow Shen? Not opening the door this early? I'm waiting to get back and cook!"
Chen Tianming was frustrated. He'd thought Widow Shen was a diligent woman, but after knocking for ages with no response, he considered leaving. Problem was, this was the only store in the village. Leave, and where would he get eggs and noodles?
Thinking of Widow Shen, Chen Tianming felt a stir in his pants, a tent rising as his thing hardened, round and firm.
It wasn't that Chen Tianming lacked self-control—Widow Shen's allure was just too potent. Experienced but childless, her figure was flawless. Unlike other village women, she tended her store daily, her skin soft and fair, her face as pretty as ever. If anything had changed, she'd lost some innocence and gained a sultry charm.
Her plump breasts and full hips fueled Chen Tianming's wicked thoughts!
"I'd risk my position as village chief to screw that woman!" He fumed, his eyes gleaming with naked lust.
Creak!
The convenience store's door finally opened. Shen Lijuan, holding a washbasin, swayed out, her floral dress hugging her graceful curves. Her legs seemed unsteady, her face showing faint pain, yet her cheeks glowed, clearly sated.
Enduring the sharp pain below, Shen Lijuan limped to open the store, not noticing the man on the steps. She tipped the basin, splashing water out.
"Hey, you finally opened…" Chen Tianming started, only to be doused with wash water.
"Ah?" Shen Lijuan jumped, too distracted by her pain to notice someone there. Perfect aim—she'd soaked the village chief.
"Sorry, sorry, Chief Chen…" Shen Lijuan apologized profusely. Chen Tianming was the village's biggest authority; she couldn't afford to offend him.
Chen Tianming, fuming, wiped water from his face. "Widow Shen, what's the deal? Don't want to run your store anymore?"
"Chief Chen, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you," Shen Lijuan said, pale with fear. If Chen shut down her store, she'd be left with nothing. "Chief, come inside, I'll get a towel to wipe you off." She tugged his arm.
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, Chen Tianming strode in, belly out.
Fuming on the surface, he was secretly thrilled—ecstatic, even—his little brother stirring again. This was Widow Shen's room! How many village guys dreamed of entering, only to fail? Yet she'd pulled him in herself!
Tomorrow morning, I'll camp out here again. Another splash of water, and after a few times, I'll have this widow in my bed! Chen Tianming smirked wickedly.
Shen Lijuan was a mess, worried sick. Splashing the chief with water—how could that end well? She grabbed a new towel from the shelf, ignoring her pain, and hobbled to Chen Tianming.
"Chief Chen, here, let me wipe you…"
"Hm." Chen Tianming nodded, half a cigarette in hand, sitting on a chair.
Shen Lijuan bent over, holding his bald head with her left hand, gently wiping with the towel in her right. Her fear dulled the pain below.
"Mmm, smells nice," Chen Tianming blurted out.
This was a close encounter with the village's alluring widow. Her breath was like orchids, a faint fragrance seeming to emanate from her chest. One glance, and he could clearly see two red buds swaying in her neckline, her massive boobs forming a deep valley…
Gorgeous, too gorgeous.
"Ah?" Shen Lijuan yelped as Chen Tianming grabbed her hand. "Chief, Chief Chen, let go…"
Chen Tianming shook his head, staring at her plump breasts, swaying with her movements, a breathtaking sight.
"Heh, you splashed me with water—you owe me," He leered, smirking. "You know I've had my eye on you. Why else would your store do so well? How about…"
Grinning lewdly, his other hand reached for her proud breasts.
"Ah… no, don't!" Shen Lijuan backed away, terrified. "Chief Chen, how about this? Whatever you want to buy, it's free, okay? As my apology. Please, let me go, don't do this, please?"
She had reason to be scared. Chen Tianming wasn't someone to mess with. As village chief, he was ruthless. Rumor had it that a few village girls escaped his clutches. Some who resisted and threatened to report him ended up dead or maimed. How could Shen Lijuan not be afraid?
"Hmph, what's that supposed to mean? Think I'm a freeloader?" Chen Tianming pulled out two hundred-yuan bills, slapping them on the counter. "Come on, let the chief have a feel. I've wanted you for ages…"
Shen Lijuan backed away, her face white as paper. She'd always avoided Chen Tianming, but now, offending him first thing in the morning—if she didn't comply, what would her life be like?
This old pervert! Daring to touch my woman—he's got a death wish! Longgen had woken before Shen Lijuan. To keep up his dumb act, he couldn't rise early or let her know he wasn't a fool. If she found out he'd been playing her, taking such advantage, she'd probably stew him alive!
But now, he couldn't keep pretending. If he did, Chen Tianming would screw his woman. A real man could bend or stretch, but letting someone steal his woman? No way!
What to do? Longgen schemed.
"Ah… don't!"
Before he could think of a plan, Shen Lijuan screamed again. Longgen rushed out.
Outside, Chen Tianming had dropped his pants, tearing open Shen Lijuan's dress. Her two boobs spilled out, the red cherries trembling as if startled!
Fury surged in Longgen. He kicked Chen Tianming's ass hard.
"Which bastard…" Chen Tianming didn't finish before Longgen's shout rang out.
"Catch the thief! Thief! Someone, help!"