Chapter 24
A gentle evening breeze swept away the day's stifling heat, bringing a touch of coolness. At the village entrance, a white screen was set up again. As dusk fell, the crackling sound of a worn-out speaker blared.
The open-air movie ran for three days, and tonight was the second. Nearly nine out of ten villagers flocked to join the fun. First, the countryside had few TVs, and folks hadn't seen much of the outside world. Second, long nights dragged on with nothing to do—besides fucking their wives on the kang, what else was there?
Three hundred sixty-five days a year, minus a few dozen for menstruation, left over three hundred nights of fucking. After a while, even that got old. Didn't the song say "wildflowers smell sweeter"? So, as night fell, half the village showed up. Why not? Watching the screen, they realized the movie women were far prettier than the wives they banged daily—such smooth, tender skin, they'd hesitate to whip out their dicks.
But there were exceptions, like Shen Lijuan and her sister minding the shop. Business was slow, but they had to stay. The sisters watched TV, munching sunflower seeds, gossiping about Long Gen's crotch monster. How was it that big?
Thick and long like a rolling pin for dough, Shen Lijuan and her sister shuddered thinking about it. How had that beast fit in such a tiny hole without killing them?
"Sis, it's fine. Little Long fucked us, so what? He's family—keep the good stuff in the family, right? Plus, I heard old folks say the bigger the dick, the stronger the guy's life force. The kids come out chubby and healthy, no illnesses," Shen Lihong said, accepting it over the past few days. Not only did she enjoy the thrill of womanhood, but she could also borrow his seed for a kid—why not?
Thinking of Long Gen's hairy crotch beast, then her own husband, Shen Lihong realized two years of marriage had been like scratching an itch. Past an inch, her hole was practically untouched...
"Ugh, why're my ears burning? Someone talking shit about me?" On the riverbank, a shadowy figure emerged—Long Gen.
Wearing loose shorts and a white tank top, Long Gen headed upstream, muttering under his breath.
"What's up with Xiaofang, asking me to meet at the jujube grove? She can't really expect me to take responsibility, can she? Groping tits doesn't get you pregnant. Hmm, I'll check it out. If I get a chance, I'll bang her. If someone proposes and takes her away, I'm fucked. This dish is mine, and no bastard's touching it!"
Decision made, Long Gen spotted Xiaofang sitting by the jujube grove. The night breeze tousled her hair, a faint fragrance wafting over. In the moonlight, her pretty face glowed even more, with a slim waist and yurt-like mounds...