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Country Weapon Chapter 86
🕑 Added 2025-08-07 13:08:24 +0000 UTC“Punk, you tired of living? Wanna taste my fist?” Li Sanchou’s face twisted into a snarl, his already grim features turning uglier than a smashed pumpkin. His upturned nose, piggish and quivering, his wide, sneering mouth, and those flapping ears, now black with rage, made him a walking horror show. The sight alone could sour anyone’s mood.
“Uncle Sanchou, why you so mad?” Long Gen grinned, playing dumb, stepping back with a chuckle that masked his calculating gaze.
“You fucking dog! Talking about my daughter like that? If she ain’t mine, what, you fucked her out of nowhere?” Li Sanchou’s voice dripped with venom, his nostrils flaring.
Long Gen wiped the drool from his chin, his smirk sharp with mischief. “Your wife? Strip her naked, spread her thighs, and I wouldn’t touch her. She’s got an extra layer of ugly over you.” He paused, grinning wider. “But your name, ‘Sanchou’—‘Three Uglies’? Whoever picked that deserves a prize.”
“Fucking Fool Long! You’re the ugly one! I’ll end you!” Li Sanchou roared, swinging a meaty palm at Long Gen’s face.
“Huh?” Li Sanchou blinked, his hand slicing through air. Long Gen sidestepped with ease. Bam! Before he could recover, Long Gen’s foot slammed into his ass, sending him tumbling into the muddy rice paddy nearby.
“Ow! Fool Long, fuck your ancestors! You kick me? You’re dead!” Li Sanchou flailed, wiping sludge from his face, his curses echoing. “Pull me out, you bastard, or I’ll—ow! Rocks now, you shit?”
In the paddy, Li Sanchou dodged like a cornered turtle as Long Gen pelted him with stones, one grazing his forehead, raising a red welt. He clutched his head, swearing as the rocks splashed around him. Thud-thud-thud. When the stones ran dry, Long Gen stopped, grinning. “Keep cursing, old man. Wanna fuck my ancestors? Bet Zhao Hongyu’s pussy’s sweeter, huh?”
Li Sanchou froze, his heart lurching. 'Zhao Hongyu? How’s he know?' “What… Zhao Hongyu?” His mind raced. 'A dummy shouldn’t talk about fucking! Did she spill? No way!' He squinted at Long Gen, noting the clear speech, the cunning glint in his eyes. 'This kid’s no fool. He’s playing me.'
“Old bastard, scheming already?” Long Gen caught his flickering expressions, smirking. 'Think you’re slick?' “So, Zhao Hongyu—good fuck? She pop out a son for you yet?”
The noon heat was oppressive, the village empty—no eavesdroppers. Li Sanchou coughed, deflecting. “What’re you blabbing about, kid? Fucking who?” His years as an accountant had honed his cunning—he’d fucked his sister-in-law for years, his brother none the wiser. 'Gotta outsmart this kid. Chen Tianming and Wei Wenwu fell for their women. Can’t let him trap me.'
Long Gen saw through the bullshit. “Don’t play coy, old man. My aunt’s the village secretary and women’s director. You know Chief He’s got no love for scum like you. With that ugly mug, you’re halfway to Wei Wenwu’s grave. Don’t push it.” He clapped his hands, standing tall. “You know how to act now. Watch your mouth, your moves. Think hard.”
With a smug grin, he sauntered off, humming the bawdy 'Eighteen Touches', his cock still straining his pants. “Aunt's trouble’s done. Time to feed this beast,” He muttered, pulling out his phone to call He Jingwen. Her absence, barely a day old, gnawed at him—city women had a spice the village lacked.
“Why ain’t she picking up?” He scowled at the screen. 'Can’t fuck her, but her voice might get me off.' A spark hit. “I’ll send a dick pic—get her wet and begging.” He edited a photo of his cock, adding a filthy caption, and sent it, chuckling as he walked.
“Hey, that’s Long Gen!” Yuan Xiang’s voice rang out, her gate creaking. She stood, legs splayed, eyeing his phone. “Where’d you get that? A toy?” Phones were a myth in this rural village, seen only on TV screens.
“Heh, Aunt Yuan Xiang!” Long Gen drooled, slipping into his “dummy” act. His eyes locked on her parted thighs. Plump yet shapely, her skin was creamy as silk, her massive breasts jiggling with each breath, straining her tight shirt. Her pants clung to her hips, outlining a swollen pussy, still tender from their “ghostly” night. 'Fuck, that was a hell of a ride,' he thought, swallowing hard. 'Gotta fuck her before lunch.'
He schemed fast. “Aunt Yuan Xiang, look! Aunt Lihong gave me this phone—games, QQ, chat stuff. Wanna see?” He grabbed her arm, tugging her into her house, ignoring her weak protests. “Check this—QQ for chatting!”
Yuan Xiang leaned close, her breasts brushing his arm, her eyes wide with wonder. Phones were alien to her rural life, and the device dazzled her. Long Gen’s arm tingled, her cleavage a deep, pale valley. 'Goddamn, those tits,' he thought, his cock surging.
He “fumbled” the phone, opening his gallery. A photo of his cock filled the screen—thick, slick with cum, framed by dark curls. Yuan Xiang gasped, her thighs clamping shut. “Holy… that big?”
Her eyes glued to the image, her pussy tingling, a hot trickle soaking her panties. That night with “Wei Wenwu’s ghost” had shattered her restraint, awakening a hunger she couldn’t shake. Now, this photo fueled her craving.
“What’s this?” She whispered, voice thick with lust, her face flushed. “Whose… cock is that? Tell me, I’ll give you candy…”
Long Gen scratched his head, feigning cluelessness, then thrust his hips, his bulge unmistakable. “Right here, Aunt Yuan Xiang.”
Her breath hitched, her eyes darting to his crotch, her body aching for that monstrous shaft. “You… you sure?” She stammered, her hands trembling as she reached for his pants, hesitating only a moment before tugging them down. His cock sprang free, black and massive, its head glistening. “Oh… fuck…” She moaned, her pussy gushing, her thighs quivering.
Long Gen grinned, seizing the moment. He pushed her against the wall, yanking her pants down, exposing her plump, creamy thighs and the dark curls framing her slick slit. “Missed this, Aunt Yuan Xiang?” He teased, his fingers parting her folds, finding her drenched. Squelch. He plunged two fingers inside, pumping hard, her moans rising— “Mmm… oh… yes…”—her hips bucking against his hand.
“Want my cock?” He growled, pulling his fingers out, slick with her juices. She nodded, eyes hazy, her hands grabbing his shaft, stroking it desperately. He lifted her thigh, aligning his cock, and thrust deep, splitting her tight pussy. “Ahh!” She screamed, her walls clenching around him, her breasts bouncing as he pounded her.
Slap-slap-slap.
The room filled with wet, rhythmic sounds, her cries— “Harder… fuck me… oh!”—spurring him on.
He flipped her onto a table, her ass raised, her pussy dripping. Gripping her hips, he slammed into her, each thrust deeper, hitting her core. “Like that, you horny slut?” He grunted, her moans— “Yes… so big… I’m coming…”—echoing. Her body convulsed, a gush of cum soaking his cock as she climaxed, her legs trembling. Long Gen kept going, his own release building, until he pulled out, spraying hot cum across her ass, the white streaks glistening on her skin.
Panting, Yuan Xiang slumped on the table, her pussy quivering, her breasts heaving. “Fuck… that was…” She gasped, unable to finish. Long Gen smirked, pulling up his pants. “Come back for more anytime, Aunt.”
She nodded weakly, dressing shakily. “Don’t… tell anyone, okay?”
“Who’d believe a dummy?” He winked, heading out, his cock satisfied—for now.
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Back at the store, Long Gen whistled, his mood sky-high. 'Li Sanchou’s tamed, Yuan Xiang’s fucked. Life’s good.' He’d sent He Jingwen that dick pic, and if she didn’t come running, he’d find another pussy to fill. Shanghe Village was his playground, and his cock was king.
