Country Weapon-Chapter 34

Swelteringly unbearable! Summer's main tune had even the cicadas too lazy to chirp, a testament to the scorching heat.

In the village store, Shen Lijuan and Shen Lihong, the two sisters, were frantic like ants on a hot pan, too consumed to care about the heat.

"Sis, we need to find Little Long, pack our things, and flee tonight!" Shen Lihong's face was etched with worry. She stomped her foot and gritted her teeth, her sweat-soaked shirt revealing a pair of large breasts jiggling. "We'll hide out at Erniu's place for a bit."

"If that doesn't work, we'll just settle there and never come back! Little Long broke the village secretary's leg—do you think we'll have a good life here anymore?"

Shen Lijuan's eyes nearly popped out with anxiety. How could she not grasp the gravity of the situation? Fleeing was an option, but where was Little Long now?

"Sis, this afternoon alone, that bastard Chen Tianyun came demanding money twice. We've already given him nearly ten thousand! How much more can we afford?" Seeing her sister hesitate, Shen Lihong pressed on.

"You know the Chen family—ruthless and cruel. Forget Chen Tianming or Chen Ergou; that tyrant Chen Tianyun is enough to ruin us. If we don't run, what are we waiting for?"

"But where do we find Little Long?" Shen Lijuan's panic surged, tears streaming down her face, unstoppable.

In the sisters' hearts, Little Long wasn't just a nephew—he was their man, having been intimate with them. Which woman wouldn't worry about her man?

"Find what? I'm back, aren't I?"

The backdoor curtain parted, and Long Gen's tall figure strode in.

"Little Long, you're back?"

"Little Long..."

It was as if they'd seen their own husband. No reunion with their husband could've been this emotional. Tears and snot streamed down their faces.

"Crying for what? I'm not dead. What, worried you won't get to enjoy my big cock anymore?" Long Gen smirked, giving Shen Lihong's full chest a playful pinch.

"At a time like this, you're still joking?" Shen Lihong's face flushed slightly as she swatted away his wandering hand.

Long Gen chuckled, retracting his hand. After half a day in the cornfield, screwing until his bones nearly gave out, he'd rested a bit and was heading home. Sure, his cock had stamina, but he wasn't an Ironman triathlete. Even the mightiest cock could wear down to a needle, so he had to pace himself.

He'd plucked a few corncobs from the field and caught two big turtles by the river to cook a nourishing stew tonight. But coming home to this...

"Little Long, stop teasing your aunt. Pack up quick—we need to leave!" Seeing Long Gen safe and sound, Shen Lijuan's heart eased. She urged, "You broke Chen Tianming's leg. Soon, that bastard Chen Tianyun will show up with a mob, threatening to chop you up. We should..."

"Tch!"

Long Gen scoffed, unfazed.

"Aunt Lihong, go stew those turtles and corn in the kitchen. I need to recharge. Tonight, we'll keep going—get you pregnant, have a fat baby boy with a big cock like mine, ready to screw anyone he meets!"

Smack!

Shen Lijuan's face reddened as she bopped Long Gen on the head. How could this kid be so shameless? She was worried sick, ready to jump into the river, and he was still thinking about his cock. Couldn't that wait until they were safe? The thought of getting it on made her blush.

"Ouch, Aunt, what was that for?" Long Gen yelped, rubbing his head.

"What's with the yelling?" Shen Lijuan glared. "You've caused this mess, and you're not running? Waiting to get hacked up?"

Shen Lihong chimed in, chattering about how brutal and domineering the mob was.

"Aunt, Aunt Lihong, do you trust me?" Long Gen waited for their jabbering to stop, then spoke seriously.

Both women cared for him deeply, genuinely worried. The least he could do was handle the current trouble. Leaving the village? No way! He hadn't screwed every vixen in the village yet—he'd make them all surrender before he even considered leaving!

Shen Lijuan couldn't fathom why Long Gen was so calm. His eyes held an unprecedented firmness and confidence, his face unusually serious. She nodded. He wasn't just her nephew—he was her man. A woman should trust her man.

"Yeah, I trust you too!" Shen Lihong went all in. Ever since she'd experienced Long Gen's massive cock, she believed in him unconditionally.

A man with such a tool—wasn't he worth trusting?

"Good, trust is enough. Now, let me cop a feel..." Long Gen yanked Shen Lihong close, his hand slipping under her sweatshirt's neckline.

Her two full boobs filled his hands, firm and elastic, smooth as polished jade. freewёbnoνel.com

"Mmm..."

Shen Lihong's hips twitched as she broke free from his grasp. Until the big issue was resolved, she wasn't in the mood for bed!

"Little Long, you're still like this at a time like this?"

Shen Lijuan grumbled, a twinge of jealousy in her heart. Why hadn't Long Gen grabbed her to fondle? Was she really getting old—her breasts sagging, her hips flattening, her face no longer pretty?

"Heh heh," Long Gen grinned, popping a couple of peanuts into his mouth and chewing. "Aunt, let me ask you something."

"What? Spill it."

"Want to be the village secretary? The first female secretary in our village's history." Despite his lecherous grin, his words carried unshakable confidence.

"What? Village secretary?"

Shen Lijuan was stunned. She'd never dared to dream of such a thing! Being an official was a man's job, wasn't it? She was just a woman who could balance small accounts—how could she be secretary material?

"Yep, village secretary!" Long Gen said with conviction. "If you want it, I've got a way!"

"What way?" Shen Lihong asked.

She couldn't wrap her head around it. In just a few months, the village idiot wasn't just sharp now—his cock was fully functional, screwing her to the brink of death and back. His mind was sharper, his guts bigger. He'd just broken the village secretary's leg, and now he was eyeing the secretary's position. Was he crazy or just fearless?

"Heh heh, I've got my ways..." Long Gen gave a sly grin, leaning in. Taking advantage of Shen Lihong's distraction, his hand darted to her ass, stirring things up.

Shen Lihong's face flushed crimson, and it took all her strength to yank his hand out. Before she could snap, Long Gen spoke earnestly.

"I've read books, studied law, and mastered Thick Black Theory. Trust me, you won't go wrong. Here's the plan..."

Note :- Thick Black Theory refers to the Chinese philosophical text on cunning and strategy.

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