The three women and one man entered the restaurant and had a beautiful, massive feast. By the time they finished this so-called lunch, it was already 3:30 PM. The scorching sun hung in the sky, baking people's scalps numb, so there weren't many pedestrians on the road. The street vendors and shopkeepers lazily waved their palm-leaf fans as bead-sized drops of sweat rolled down.
"Let's find a teahouse to sit down and wait slowly," Huang Cuihua suggested.
It was too hot. That bastard hadn't shown up yet, and they'd have to wait until evening, and even then he might not come. So they had to wait and see. If it were a normal man, they would have just taken him back to the shop and been done with it; at worst, they'd just have another round of fucking. But this man was Long Gen, and Huang Cuihua didn't dare take another pounding from him. With that massive rod thrusting and smashing, she was terrified her bones would literally fall apart.
She was also worried that if they were discussing this matter and a couple of clients suddenly showed up, would they even be able to take them?
"Mmh, finding a teahouse to sit in works. It's too damn hot today..." Xiao Hong fanned herself with her hand to catch a cool breeze, twisting her massive ass as she led the way.
These three sisters had been hustling in this town for years and couldn't be more familiar with the streets. It was no exaggeration to say that of all the men on the street who had ever visited a nightclub, sixty to seventy percent of them had fucked Xiao Hong. These three sisters were incredibly famous on this street—the ultimate fantasy objects for men's jerking off, and the natural enemies of all the wives!
So, finding a decent teahouse was a breeze. When they walked in, the boss was as thrilled as if his own mother had just arrived. His lecherous eyes roamed all over the three women, and his perverted claws looked like they were itching to pounce and tear their clothes off.
Long Gen didn't react much. If they wore that out, wasn't it specifically for people to look at? You can't exactly be a whore and erect a monument to your own chastity at the same time, right?
The four sat down, ordered tea, and started whispering and plotting again. He hadn't realized it at first, but he later discovered that not only were these three bitches incredibly slutty, but they were also full of wicked ideas for screwing people over, covering every angle flawlessly!
Li Liang, oh Li Liang, running into this gang of whores is the karma of eight lifetimes of 'good deeds'! Long Gen couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, already starting to pray for Li Liang.
"Alright, then that's what we'll do! You guys get properly prepared in a bit. I'll go handle things on that end. The moment that little bastard arrives, we'll instantly turn him into a cuckold!" Slapping his thigh, the plan was finalized. Long Gen chuckled wickedly, cursing internally: Trying to steal my woman? You little bastard, that thing in your crotch is a bit too small for that...
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Li Liang was incredibly depressed. Divorcing his wife for a used-up slut had offended his powerful and influential father-in-law, not to mention he had lost his beautiful, flower-like wife. And to top it off, the kid in that slut's belly actually belonged to someone else! The thought of his head glowing bright purple with cuckold's green made him want to down a mouthful of Paraquat or rat poison and end it all.
He hadn't gone to work for three days in a row, regretting his actions so much he nearly bashed his own head in. He swallowed his pride and called his ex-wife, but her cell phone was off. The only landline number he knew was answered by a man.
Should I go or not? If I go, what if they're already together? Could they be tricking me into going just to humiliate me? But if I don't go, my wife is gone forever, and with my father-in-law's temper, he'll absolutely strip me of my official position! Li Liang pondered it over secretly and finally made a decision!
A miserable life is better than a good death. While his father-in-law still didn't know about the divorce, he would make a trip to Liuhe Township, put on a tear-jerking emotional performance, and drag Jingwen back. Then wouldn't he still be successful and rich?
He packed up a bit and caught the bus heading to Liuhe Township. He mentally rehearsed his act, and feeling satisfied, his head dropped and he fell asleep. He hadn't had a solid night's sleep in days and was sporting two dark panda eyes.
By the time he arrived in Liuhe Township, it was already 6:00 PM. Half the sun was still hanging in the sky, draping the mountains in a layer of golden gauze, looking incredibly beautiful.
He pulled out his phone and found the number the guy had left last night. He didn't rush to dial it. Li Liang might be a scumbag, but he wasn't stupid; in fact, he was quite clever.
He knew what he did was underhanded—tossing aside the wife he had only married a few months ago to mess around with her good friend. Anyone would be furious if that happened to them. Li Liang was scared, scared that He Jingwen might be setting a trap for him, secretly finding people to mess him up. It wouldn't be fun if they beat his "little brother" into paralysis.
I'll go look for Jingwen first, maybe I'll bump into her. With that plan in mind, he asked for directions to the township government office and headed over.
Smart for a lifetime, foolish for a moment. Only when he arrived at the gates of the township government did he see the tightly locked doors. It was past time to get off work! He called He Jingwen's phone, but it still gave him that dreadful, dead-mom-sounding automated voice—"The number you have dialed is currently unanswered." He had no choice but to call that man.
"Hello, Big Bro. How are you? I'm Li Liang, Jingwen's husband. May I ask where you are? I'll come find you."
"Ah? Roast Rooster? Okay, I'll come find you right away. Big Bro, wait a moment, I'll be right there." Li Liang piled a massive smile onto his face, as bright as a flower. He bowed and nodded like a subservient grandson, only realizing after he hung up the phone: Damn it, he's not even in front of me, who the hell am I bowing and nodding for?
"Roast Rooster" wasn't hard to find. It was a relatively famous Chinese restaurant on the streets of Liuhe Township. From noon till night, it was packed full. Whether it was town locals hosting visiting friends and relatives, big bosses treating people to meals, or even township events, everyone came here, so business was incredibly good.
Receiving Li Liang's call, Long Gen and his crew of four also set out. Xiao Qing wore a long cyan dress, her glossy black hair draped casually over her shoulders. Having taken off her makeup, she looked as pure and fresh as a schoolgirl. She sat in the restaurant with a bright smile, clutching Long Gen's arm, chatting and laughing.
At the neighboring table, Huang Cuihua and Xiao Hong were giggling sluttily, exuding endless charm. They struck seductive poses, deliberately spreading their plump, pale, round thighs a bit wider. With slightly pursed red lips and flirtatious glances cast around, many men in the restaurant instantly got red in the eyes, leering at them, wishing they could execute these two bitches on the spot.
Xiao Qing was much better off. Playing the role of Long Gen's woman today, she naturally had to be more reserved; her professional traits couldn't be too obvious. However, Long Gen didn't plan on letting her off easily.
He slipped his fingers right under her ass cheeks, aiming his fingers at her little slit and aggressively digging around. He kneaded her two thick, meaty labia, and with squelch, squelch sounds, she was dripping wet in no time.
"Mmh, don't, don't, there are so many people here..." Even though Xiao Qing had thick skin, a flush of arousal still spread across her face. Twisting her waist and clenching her thighs tight, she whimpered with muffled moans, not even knowing what she was crying out.
Long Gen didn't care about any of that; as long as he was having fun feeling her up, it was fine. If it weren't for the fact that there were so many people eating, he would have stripped her clothes off to get a good feel of her tits. He had been so focused on fucking at noon that he hadn't had the chance to grope them properly.
When it comes to the working girl industry, it really relies on natural talent. If your tits are too small, your looks are subpar, and your ass isn't perky and round, who's going to give you business?
Sure, there's the saying "turn off the lights, find the hole, and shove it in," but if you're a paying john, you're paying for a pretty face, right? Who would willingly spend money to feed their dick into an ugly, yellow-faced hag?
Xiao Qing and the other two were born for this line of work—all packing huge tits and perky asses. If you had to point out a difference, it was that Xiao Hong had an incredibly slender waist; when she twisted it, it spun like a motor, her pale, fleshy ass shaking so hard it actually made your eyes hurt.
"Daddy, that grandson is calling again, that grandson is calling again..." The fanny pack at his waist suddenly started vibrating as the urgent ringtone rang out, instantly making Long Gen's face darken.
Who the fuck is so clueless? I am busy feeling good right now, isn't calling at a time like this just ruining the mood?
Just as he pulled out the phone, a man walked up next to him. He was tall and skinny as a bamboo pole, so pale and clean-looking he looked like he had leukemia or was severely malnourished. Just looking at him killed the festive vibe!
"Big Bro, I'm Li Liang..." Li Liang walked over, and hearing that bizarre ringtone, his face instantly turned green.
He had been calling him 'Big Bro' this whole time, only to realize this kid wasn't very old at all. He was just tall, burly, and robust like a wild bull. With those cunning, bright eyes, one look was enough to tell he wasn't exactly a good person.
Long Gen hung up the phone and gave Li Liang a couple of looks, thinking to himself: No wonder He Jingwen was so thirsty. If she sat that ass of hers down on this frail little frame, she'd crush him to death. I've been looking at his crotch, and he can't even pitch a decent tent. He's most likely another useless piece of trash, an impressive-looking spear with a wax tip!
"So you're Li Liang. You're the one who divorced that woman?" Long Gen narrowed his eyes, a hint of arrogance in his tone.
The ex-husband meeting the lover, yet the guy who was doing the sneaking around was acting all high and mighty. If Li Liang knew this guy had been fucking his wife inside and out a long time ago, who knows how he'd feel.
"Big Bro, yes, I'm Li Liang. Um, Jingwen..." For the first time, Li Liang felt genuinely nervous. It hadn't even been this uncomfortable when he first met her parents. For some reason, just looking at this guy made his heart inexplicably panic, his eyelids twitching wildly. He didn't know whether to stand or sit.
Long Gen nodded indifferently. "Sit down. Sit down and we can talk slowly."
Li Liang did as he was told and took a seat.
"Mmh, I can roughly guess some of what happened between you two. You must have hurt her, otherwise she wouldn't have been so determined to sell the house. Tell me exactly what happened. As the old saying goes, 'Better to tear down ten temples than ruin a single marriage.' I need to see your sincerity." He had learned a couple of fancy phrases to save face, and finally got to put them to use.
"Oh, this is my girlfriend, we're out eating together. Hey, what are you spacing out for? Pour him some water." Long Gen glared at Xiao Qing next to him and gave her a subtle wink.
Xiao Qing caught his meaning. Picking up the small teapot nearby, she poured some water and handed it to Li Liang.
"Thank you, Sister-in-law. Sister-in-law is truly beautiful, hehe, Big Bro is very lucky..." Li Liang offered a compliment. He couldn't help but steal a few extra glances at Xiao Qing. She had delicate features, bright eyes, white teeth, and skin as pale and pure as snow. Two tender pink spheres bulged from her neckline. He thought to himself: This bastard has amazing luck, his chick is incredibly hot.
Long Gen's face sank, getting a little angry.
Calling her a fuck buddy was more accurate. If she really was his girlfriend, wouldn't he be cursing himself as a cuckold? With a bright green hat on his head, how was a man supposed to live with that?
"Alright, enough of that, let's talk about your situation. Let me analyze it for you and see how I can help." As he spoke, Long Gen patted his pockets.
Li Liang got the hint. He hurriedly pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one for Long Gen.
He took a sip of tea and began detailing the story, his eyes filled entirely with remorse...
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