Chapter 3: Sister-in-Law, I’m Scared...

SLAP!

The moment this thought popped into his head, Lin Meng slapped himself!

His biological mother had passed away when he was very young. When he was seven or eight, his father married his young stepmother, Li Wanrong. But on the very night of their wedding, his father suddenly disappeared. Instead of leaving the family, Li Wanrong stayed behind and took meticulous care of him. It was safe to say that aside from his parents, his stepmother Li Wanrong was the only person who had ever treated him well!

He scolded himself, "How could I have such filthy thoughts about my stepmother? Damn it!"

Hearing the commotion, Li Wanrong turned around and saw Lin Meng standing there. She hastily wiped her hands on her clothes and asked with concern, "Xiaomeng, you’re back. You didn’t get into a fight with Li Dahai, did you?"

Not long ago, when Li Dahai threatened Lin Meng to close down the village clinic, Li Wanrong happened to be present. However, she didn’t know that when Lin Meng ran out claiming he was going to settle the score with Li Dahai, he was actually looking for Li’s wife, Cheng Xiue.

"No, don’t worry, Stepmother. I’m not a kid anymore; I know what I’m doing."

"That’s good. We can’t afford to clash with Li Dahai. Worst comes to worst, I’ll find a way to scrape together that ten thousand yuan." Li Wanrong let out a long sigh of relief. As she sighed, her proud, heavy breasts bounced with the motion.

Lin Meng felt a rush of heat shoot through him as wicked thoughts surged up once again. He couldn’t help it; his stepmother was simply too alluring!

"Don’t worry, Stepmother. I’ll figure this out, so put your mind at ease.

"I’m a bit tired, so I’m going back to the clinic to rest."

Afraid to linger any longer, Lin Meng hurriedly turned and headed to the clinic. Though called a village clinic, it was actually just a single room adjacent to Li Wanrong’s house.

"This boy... the older he gets, the harder it is to understand him," Li Wanrong muttered, shaking her head as she went back to washing clothes.

Back in the clinic room, Lin Meng sat on his bed, unable to calm his racing heart. His mind was entirely filled with the image of Cheng Xiue’s bouncing, snow-white peaks, and his stepmother’s perfectly round buttocks that resembled ripe peaches. His whole body felt like it was on fire, and the little buddy in his pants was so swollen it felt like it might explode!

"Sigh, I have no choice. Looks like I’ll have to take matters into my own hands," he muttered.

Unable to hold back any longer, Lin Meng locked the door and pulled down his pants. Looking at his impressive capital, he couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride.

Twenty minutes later.

Lin Meng’s hand was getting sore, but he wasn’t anywhere close to finishing.

"Doing it myself just isn’t cutting it. If only I had a woman to help me," he sighed. Recalling the wonderful sensation of pressing against Cheng Xiue’s buttocks, the scorching heat in his body intensified.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Suddenly, a muffled thumping came from the direction of the window. Startled, Lin Meng quickly pulled up his pants and wiped his hands on his shirt. Getting caught doing this would be incredibly humiliating. If word got out, he would become the laughingstock of the entire village. Turning his head, he saw a beautiful face outside the window, eyeing him with a teasing half-smile.

"Qiaolian, when did you get here?" Lin Meng scratched his head and asked guiltily.

"I just arrived. I’m feeling a bit unwell and wanted you to take a look. Why do you have the door locked in broad daylight?" Pan Qiaolian rolled her eyes as she asked.

"Uh, I wasn’t feeling well earlier and rested for a bit. I’ll perform an Opening Gate for you right away." Feigning composure, Lin Meng walked over and unlocked the room’s door.

Only then did Pan Qiaolian take small steps and slowly walk inside. She had fair skin and beautiful features, coupled with a curvaceous figure. Her long, straight legs were particularly striking. Whenever she walked, her slender waist swayed alluringly, capturing the dreams of countless men in Taohua Village. Today, she wore a simple short-sleeved shirt on top and ultra-short shorts on the bottom, leaving her dazzlingly white legs exposed in a way that made it impossible to look away.

She was considered a well-known beauty in Taohua Village. Unfortunately, she didn’t have good luck. Not long after she got married, her husband drank himself to death, leaving her a young widow. There was always plenty of gossip about her circulating in the village.

"Qiaolian, where are you feeling unwell?" Lin Meng, already painfully aroused, flushed deeply as he tried to endure the sight of Pan Qiaolian’s seductive appearance.

"It’s just a minor issue. Xiaomeng, are you feeling unwell too?" Pan Qiaolian asked, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Ahem, it’s nothing. Just that the weather is too hot," Lin Meng said, guiltily wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Hehe, I don’t think it’s the weather that’s hot. I think it’s you who’s hot and bothered, right?" Pan Qiaolian couldn’t help but laugh out loud, reaching out to gently stroke Lin Meng’s cheek. The gentle touch sent a tremor through Lin Meng’s body.

"Qiaolian, what do you mean?"

"Still playing dumb? I saw exactly what you were doing in here just now.

"Sigh, a man without a woman is truly pitiful, having to rely on his own hands in secret." Pan Qiaolian wore a teasing expression as her gaze landed directly on the towering tent in Lin Meng’s pants.

Lin Meng was so mortified his toes curled, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him whole. This was so fucking humiliating! It was bad enough to be caught doing such a thing, but by the village widow no less!

"Qiaolian, can you keep this a secret for me?"

A victorious smile curved Pan Qiaolian’s lips. "Of course I can, but you have to do me a favor!"

"What favor?"

Pan Qiaolian didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she took a step forward and wrapped both hands around Lin Meng’s fierce erection. Biting her red lip, she looked up at him with watery, seductive eyes. "Xiaomeng, you know my situation. Since you’re holding back so much frustration, why don’t you let me taste what it’s like to be a real woman again? Is that okay?"

Lin Meng instantly widened his eyes in sheer shock. She wasn’t asking for a favor—she was a living saint delivering a divine blessing! However, Lin Meng hadn’t completely lost his mind.

"Qiaolian, you’re not joking, are you?"

"Do I look like I’m joking?" Pan Qiaolian was breathing heavily, her eyes brimming with raw desire.

Like Cheng Xiue, Pan Qiaolian was a woman who had tasted the forbidden fruit before. But her situation was even more tragic. Even though Cheng Xiue couldn’t get fully satisfied, she still occasionally enjoyed a man’s touch. Pan Qiaolian, on the other hand, hadn’t been touched by a man since her husband died, forcing her to suppress her inner desires all this time. She dreamed of experiencing what it felt like to be a real woman again.

However, these urges were like a coiled spring; the longer they were compressed, the more violently they bounced back. Just moments ago, when she saw Lin Meng touching himself and caught sight of his exaggerated spear, all her suppressed lust erupted. Her body was completely taken over by desire, leaving only one thought in her mind: she wanted him inside her!

"Qiaolian, I... I’m scared." With his spear firmly grasped by Pan Qiaolian but denied release, Lin Meng’s expression twisted in sheer agony. Besides, he was genuinely afraid. Although Pan Qiaolian was a widow, she still lived with her mother-in-law. If this got out, her mother-in-law would kill him, and the entire village would condemn them behind their backs.

"I’m a woman, and I’m not afraid. What do you have to be scared of?

"Are you worried I’m setting a trap for you? If that’s the case, let me prove myself first."

As if possessed, Pan Qiaolian pulled down Lin Meng’s pants without another word. Instantly, Lin Meng’s terrifyingly fierce erection sprang free, violently leaping upward like a giant dragon bursting from the sea. Pan Qiaolian’s beautiful eyes lit up as if she had just laid eyes on a peerless treasure.

Immediately after, she dropped to her knees, slowly parted her red lips, and leaned forward...