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Country Weapon Chapter 94
🕑 Added 2025-09-29 08:30:04 +0000 UTC“What?” He Jingwen’s eyes widened, stunned by Long Gen’s declaration. “You’re my woman!” So crude, yet it warmed her heart like nothing else.
Her dark eyes blinked, tears streaming down her cheeks as she sobbed, “Wahh, wahh!” Long Gen jumped, startled.
“Hey, don’t cry! I didn’t bully you…”
“Wahh!” He Jingwen cried louder. “You bastard, Little Long! You fucked me and say you didn’t bully me? Wahh!”
Long Gen threw up his hands, helpless. I fucked you, sure, but you loved it! It’s not like I raped you. Why’s this my fault?
“What, you don’t like being called out for bullying me?” He Jingwen pouted like a little girl, clinging to his arm, tugging playfully. Her teary eyes sparkled, her flushed face glowing with a post-cry radiance, cute as hell.
His cock hardened just looking at her. He grabbed her pale, soft tit, smirking. “Well, I’ve already ‘bullied’ you, so why not fuck you again? You enjoyed it, didn’t you? Screaming like we’re at war…”
“Pfft!” He Jingwen rolled her eyes, swatting his hand away, but her heart swelled with sweetness.
Fine, I’ll be his woman. His words were rough, uneducated, but that raw, goofy sincerity was a million times better than her ex-husband’s hypocrisy. Two months pregnant? They were shacking up for months while I was newly married. His vows to care for me forever? Fucking bullshit.
“Mmm… ah, easy, Little Long…” Her nipple was pinched, kneaded, and twisted, sending a flush across her face as she squirmed.
Long Gen didn’t care. She’s begging for it—not fucking her would be dumb. Like the saying goes: Only a bastard passes up a free ride.
Slurp-slurp. He climbed onto her pale body, hands gripping her massive tits, squeezing them together, deepening the cleavage. His mouth dove for a pink nipple, sucking and nibbling like it was candy.
“Hiss, Little Long, gentle… don’t bite… ohhh…”
“What the—? You two…?”
Shen Lijuan walked in, freezing at the sight. The store was locked, so she’d assumed Long Gen was napping. Napping, sure—with a woman in bed. Their naked bodies tangled, lips smacking. Blushing furiously, she bolted to the back room.
“Damn it, you little bastard!” He Jingwen snapped, grabbing a blanket to cover herself, glaring at Long Gen.
He groaned. Of all the fucking timing. “Cousin-aunt, why’re you back so early? Road work’s done already?”
Shen Lijuan hid in the back, and while Long Gen didn’t care—he’d fucked her plenty, thick-skinned as he was—He Jingwen was different. A township chief caught like this? How’s she supposed to face anyone?
“Chief He, rest up. I’ll talk to my Cousin-aunt…” He pulled on his pants.
A real man’s cock wasn’t just for fucking—it came with responsibility. He didn’t want to hurt He Jingwen’s feelings.
“No, Little Long, I’ll go.” She stopped him, slipping into her clothes.
Caught red-handed, might as well face it head-on. They’d see each other again—better to clear the air now. Two women and one man? Women needed to sort that out themselves. What’s he supposed to say? “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck her, then fuck you”?
“You’re going?”
“Why not? Stay out of it. Watch the store.” Dressed, He Jingwen grabbed the turtle Long Gen brought and headed to the kitchen.
Long Gen scratched his head and went to mind the store. Outside, he realized it was nearly dark—7:30 p.m. No wonder she’s back. That fuck took a while.
Wonder what He Jingwen said to her. Probably fine—Cousin-aunt knows the deal. Just a matter of saving face. If she’s pissed, I’ll fuck her good tonight, make her happy. He shrugged off his worries, plotting.
With He Jingwen’s help, dinner was ready fast: turtle stew with corn, fragrant and rich, plus stir-fried peppers with meat and sautéed greens. All three ate heartily, especially He Jingwen, who hadn’t eaten since the previous night. She devoured two big bowls of rice before stopping.
“What’d you say to Cousin-aunt? She seems happy,” Long Gen whispered when Shen Lijuan stepped into the kitchen.
Dinner was weird. The women were all smiles, serving each other food, but ignored him. Usually, they’re piling turtle meat in my bowl. Today? Nothing.
“Wanna know? Not telling!” He Jingwen wrinkled her nose, her big eyes twinkling mischievously.
Long Gen sulked, reaching for her crotch, but Shen Lijuan returned, glaring daggers. “You little shit, wanna lose that hand?”
“Huh?” Long Gen yanked his hand back, stunned.
In all these years, Cousin-aunt never spoke harshly to him. Chop my hand off for touching her leg? That’s harsh.
“Wanna fuck women, huh?” Shen Lijuan set down her bowl, her eyes glinting with a sly, sultry smile.
Long Gen froze, glancing between her and He Jingwen. What’s going on? His heart raced—one second she’s pissed, the next she’s all seductive?
“C-Cousin-aunt, let’s eat first…” He grabbed his bowl, trying to dodge.
Shen Lijuan snatched his chopsticks. “No way. You wanna fuck? Let’s fuck. Two women right here—go for it. Come on, forget dinner, let’s hit the bed.” She tugged him toward the bed, winking at He Jingwen.
He Jingwen nodded, following. The two women dragged him onto the bed, pinning him between them.
What the fuck? Long Gen’s mind reeled. This isn’t Cousin-aunt’s style. Since when is she this bold? Something’s up—a trap.
“No, no, Cousin-aunt, no fucking. Too much is bad for me.” He forced a nervous laugh. Playing dumb wouldn’t work—they knew him too well. Better beg for mercy.
Shen Lijuan’s pale hand slid over his chest, unbuttoning his shirt, rubbing slow circles. Her warm breath grazed his skin, and his cock stirred. “Little Long, come on. Tonight, me and Jingwen are gonna take care of you…” She peeled off her top, her massive tits bouncing free, smooth as tofu, nipples like red carrots on a snowman. “Touch me.” She guided his hand to her chest.
Long Gen’s jaw dropped. Sure, he fucked his Cousin-aunt often, but she was usually reserved, maybe moaning at climax. Begging for it? First time ever.
“Yeah, Little Long, come on.” He Jingwen’s eyes gleamed, seductive. She unbuttoned her blouse, her tits spilling out, trembling like snowy peaks. “You love fucking, so we’ll let you fuck till you drop. Tonight, me and Lijuan are gonna spoil you.” Her hand shot to his crotch, grabbing his iron-hard cock. “Better not disappoint…”
Is this a trap? Long Gen frowned, weighing his options. Fuck or don’t fuck? Is it a setup, or are they really both down to serve me?
Fuck it. Why overthink? Pull out the cock and fuck. “You both want it? Fine. Strip, get on the bed, asses up, pussies out. I’ll fuck you one by one!”
Rustle-rustle. The women climbed onto the bed, not quite obeying his command to bend over, but their poses were pure seduction. Their skin was pale and smooth as a baby’s, leaning into each other, thighs slightly clenched, four massive tits pressed together—a breathtaking sight.
“Hold up your tits. Let’s see whose are bigger—I’ll eat those first. Gotta chug some turtle soup for stamina.” He patted his bulging crotch, downed a bowl of soup, and turned back, grinning.
They were serious—both women lifted their tits, comparing side by side. Sizes were close, but the nipples told the tale: He Jingwen’s, younger, were pinker, her areolas redder; Shen Lijuan’s were darker, almost maroon, her nipples less vibrant.
“Hmm, pretty close. Who do I fuck first?” Long Gen pulled out his black cock, stroking it, pretending to ponder. “How about this: compare your asses. Whoever’s got the bigger ass and wetter pussy gets fucked first. Fair, right?”
