Country Weapon-Chapter 25

With someone fucking in the jujube grove, lingering wasn't an option. Long Gen and Xiaofang followed the riverbank upstream to a wooded area where villagers often grazed cattle. Both knew the spot like the back of their hands.

"Little Long, be honest—has your illness completely healed?" Xiaofang asked directly, sitting on a bed of dry grass under a big tree.

"No way, it's hit or miss, not fully cured," Long Gen dodged, noting Xiaofang's cool tone.

If he said he wasn't healed, how could his crotch get hard? If he said he was cured, Xiaofang would get mad—wouldn't that mean he'd deliberately taken advantage of her?

"My condition's tough to fix, it comes and goes. Last year, an old monk passing through the village said my illness might clear up around a pretty girl," Long Gen said, his mind racing, spinning bullshit. "Last night, I probably reacted 'cause of you. Look, tonight, seeing you, I'm not stuttering, and my head's clear."

No need for words—just slap a compliment on Xiaofang first. Women, young or old, pretty or not, love flattery. Long Gen learned that trick back in school.

"Well..." Xiaofang trailed off, at a loss.

She'd planned to grill Little Long—if he was fully healed, she'd pick a date, propose, and marry him. But this on-and-off stuff? What now?

Little Long wasn't bad—tall, burly, handsome with a rugged charm, and a silly grin. He was good to her, always slipping her candy at the store. Marrying a guy like that wouldn't be a loss.

"Xiaofang, did you recognize those two in the jujube grove?" Long Gen scooted closer, sniffing the fresh soap scent on her, crisp and clean.

Xiaofang's face heated up, shaking her head. "No idea."

Earlier, crouching nearby, she'd avoided looking, but those soul-melting moans drilled into her ears, impossible to ignore. Her body had flared with heat, her sensitive spots itching, a warm, urgent feeling welling up below, like needing to pee but unable to.

"Xiaofang, you went to high school, studied biology, right?" Long Gen asked, a sly grin flickering.

Last night, he'd groped her, and today she seemed off—definitely not the time to force it. Xiaofang wasn't like Chen Xianglian, pants off and ready. She was a delicate chrysanthemum, not to be ruined.

"Yeah, I did," Xiaofang nodded, distracted, fidgeting with a blade of dogtail grass.

"What they were doing, I can do too. We could..." Long Gen wrapped an arm around her shoulders, smirking, thrusting his crotch to show a bulge. "Look, ain't my thing big?"

"Little Long, you..." Xiaofang's face flushed, glaring, trying to pull away.

"Hey, just talking!" Long Gen held her tight, continuing, "Xiaofang, you're educated. That stuff's just life's continuation, a necessary part of reproduction. What's to blush about?"

"We gotta look at it scientifically, not let our minds wander, got it?" Long Gen put on a serious face, sounding convincing, stunning Xiaofang.

"So, that stuff between men and women isn't just for fun, and it ain't dirty or shameful. It's for keeping life going. Who doesn't want to leave a seed?"

Xiaofang stayed quiet, head down, mulling his words, oblivious to Long Gen's hand sliding from her shoulder to her waist.

Seeing no pushback, Long Gen's heart leaped, and he pressed on.

"Xiaofang, be honest—watching those two in the grove, didn't you feel all hot and weak, like you'd collapse, your little mounds aching and swollen?"

"Little Long, stop..." Xiaofang whined, blushing. How could he ask that? But... It was kind of like that.

"Why're you dodging?" Long Gen frowned, feigning anger. "I said it's a scientific inquiry."

"Not just that—down where you pee, it got wet, hot, like you needed to piss, itching like crazy in that fuzzy patch. Be honest!"

"I..." Xiaofang's voice dropped, nodding. "A little..."

Long Gen grinned triumphantly, pulling her slim waist, squeezing the soft flesh, feeling her smooth skin through the fabric.

"That's right. Xiaofang, listen, that stuff feels amazing. Books say the first time hurts like hell, like lightning splitting you open, but that's not true. A woman's first night is 'pain and pleasure.' Pain's nothing—once it gets wet down there, it's like entering paradise. Wanna try?"

"No!" Xiaofang answered firmly, but her body betrayed her, heating up.

"Come on." Long Gen pulled her close, his right hand slithering like an eel to her two boobs. Not huge, maybe C-cups, but firm and elastic. A light pinch drew a muffled moan.

"Little Long, don't... this is wrong..." Xiaofang went limp, leaning into Long Gen's arms, panting against his neck, her orchid breath stroking his raging hormones.

Long Gen kneaded her firm boobs, smirking, "Come on, just a little groping—can't get you pregnant."

As he spoke, his other hand slid to her abdomen, below her flat belly, where curly hairs peeked from her panties. Prying open her clenched thighs, he pinched a lip, slick with sticky fluid.

"Xiaofang, let me fuck you, okay? I'll send you to heaven, trust me—no pain, really," Long Gen teased her lips, rubbing the central groove, careful not to break her virginity with his finger. He breathed hotly on her tender neck.

Xiaofang had no strength to resist, her hands half-pushing, half-clinging to his arm, eyes shut, whispering, "Little Long, don't... let go."

"Xiaofang, no way I'm letting go," Long Gen said, stifling a laugh, deadpan. "Here, I'll take off your bra." Ignoring her reaction, he gently removed it, unbuttoning her shirt. Two pale boobs popped out, their little nipples tempting in the moonlight.

"Xiaofang, can I taste these tits? They look full of milk..." Long Gen pinched one, then slurped, kissed a point.

"Ah..." A dreamy moan escaped. Xiaofang clamped her lips, her body trembling. The tingly pleasure dulled the ache in her chest.

Could Little Long be right? Could a man's thing really make her happy?

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