Chapter 45
It was two in the afternoon when Long Gen slipped out of Chen Xianglian’s house. The sun blazed high, the heat was stifling, and the village was quiet, hardly a soul around. Shirtless, with his big belly jutting out, Long Gen headed for the store. He didn’t take the shortcut, strolling along the main road instead. His stomach wasn’t hungry—his crotch had eaten plenty. Last night, he’d planted two loads in Shen Lihong, and she probably hadn’t recovered yet.
Shanghe Village wasn’t small. Despite the sparse population, houses were scattered—east here, west there—sprawling across the land.
Long Gen chewed on a piece of dogtail grass, spitting as he walked along the machine-tilled road built a couple of years back. That bastard Chen Tianming, always playing favorites, had paved it right to his own doorstep and his clan’s, cozying up to his own people.
"Let’s pay Chen Tianyun a visit. That son of a bitch demanded over nine grand in medical fees from Auntie. If he doesn’t cough it up, I’ll fuck his wife and his daughter too. Yeah, fuck ’em both!" Long Gen gnawed the grass root, spat it out, and strode toward Chen Tianyun’s place, his massive cock swinging in his pants. Good thing they were loose, or he’d have ripped through them.
Chen Tianyun, Chen Tianming’s distant cousin, was tight with him. Village gossip said the two bastards once shared some woman, and—worse—they swapped wives. If Chen Tianming wasn’t such a tyrant with the Chen clan’s muscle behind him, those rumors would’ve spread farther.
Long Gen stopped at a two-story house with red tiles and white walls, looking grand. The yard was walled, the gate locked—no one seemed home.
"Ah... you bastard, easy... your thing’s too big, it hurts down there..." A woman’s voice moaned from inside.
Just as he turned to leave, the sounds froze him. That voice—why’d it sound so familiar?
Glancing around, Long Gen scaled the wall. He knew they didn’t keep a dog. Crouching by the window, he listened to the noises coming from inside.
"Hey, you little slut, all wet down there and still whining about pain?" A man’s voice rang out, familiar but hard to place. "Come on, I ate two pig dicks—let’s go deeper. That hairy bastard ain’t home anyway!"
The woman let out a moan, and soon heavy panting filled the room.