Chapter 5: Then Do You Want It?

Gripping Lin Meng’s thing, Li Wanrong instantly realized what it was. Her alluring red lips parted in shock. Its imposing size was simply beyond exaggeration.

"If that entire thing were thrust inside, wouldn’t it feel like absolute heaven?" Just imagining the scenario made Li Wanrong’s legs go weak, her body growing damp.

But the very next second, as if electrocuted, she bounced away from Lin Meng.

"Well, Xiaomeng, it’s getting late. I’ll go make dinner. You rest a bit more." She forced an awkward smile, then hurriedly turned and walked away, her plump hips swaying as she fled in a panic.

She hadn’t expected Lin Meng to not only be all grown up but also so incredibly well-endowed. One hand could hardly wrap around it completely, and its scalding heat was enough to make one dizzy with desire.

Even after returning to her room, Li Wanrong still hadn’t fully recovered.

"I can’t believe just a simple hug provoked such an intense reaction from Xiaomeng," she thought. "Then again, he’s at the age to take a wife. I’ll have to keep my distance from now on. Still, Xiaomeng’s thing really is huge..."

Li Wanrong raised the hand she had just used, savoring the lingering sensation. Unable to resist, she poked out the tip of her tongue and gently licked her palm. Though she wasn’t a loose woman, having suppressed her desires for so long meant her yearning for a strong, healthy man was still incredibly fierce. She couldn’t even help but fantasize about taking Lin Meng’s thing inside her body...

"Li Wanrong, what are you thinking? You’re his stepmother! How can you have such thoughts about him? Have you no shame!" She shook her head vigorously, trying to throw the dirty images out of her mind. Yet the more she suppressed it, the stronger that inner craving became.

Meanwhile, Lin Meng was also suffering immensely. First it was Cheng Xiue, then Pan Qiaolian’s teasing, and finally his stepmother’s unexpected grab—he felt so pent up his entire body was on the verge of exploding.

It suddenly occurred to him that his stepmother was also a widow and hadn’t tasted a man in years. Could she be just as thirsty inside as Pan Qiaolian?

At the thought, Lin Meng couldn’t help but shiver. His mind uncontrollably filled with explicit scenes.

"No, if this keeps up, I’ll definitely go crazy from the frustration. But using my hand won’t cut it. What should I do? Should I go find Pan Qiaolian tonight?" He wrestled with himself for a moment before finally gritting his teeth and making up his mind. "Damn it, so what if she’s a widow? She’s throwing herself at me. I’d be a fool not to sleep with her!"

With his decision made, Lin Meng began to look forward to the evening. He couldn’t wait to find out if the taste of a woman was truly as Pan Qiaolian had described—wet and warm.

"No, I can’t keep thinking about this, or I’ll really lose my mind." Lin Meng shook his head forcefully and pressed a hand over his near-bursting little friend, not daring to let his imagination run wild any longer.

The afternoon stretched on, becoming exceptionally grueling. Sitting in the village clinic, Lin Meng stared at the distant sun, only hoping it would set faster.

"Motherfucker, I don’t know what got into that crazy bitch, throwing such a massive fit over a tiny clinic. A good man doesn’t fight with a woman. I’ll listen to you this time, but we’ll see about the future!"

At three in the afternoon, just as Lin Meng was pacing in anxious anticipation, the cursing voice drifted over.

"That’s Li Dahai’s voice. Why is he here? Did Cheng Xiue already talk to him?" Lin Meng thought, his heart stirring as he looked toward the door.

Before long, a slightly chubby, somewhat short, and balding man walked in. It was Li Dahai, the village chief of Taohua Village. He was a notorious scoundrel. Almost every family in the village had been extorted by him at some point. Relying on the wealth he squeezed from the villagers, he had grown fat and greasy, and had long since moved into a three-story Western-style villa. In his free time, he loved to harass the young girls and married women in the village. Even the female dogs would take a detour when they saw him.

"Chief, what happened to your face?" Lin Meng was just about to greet him when he suddenly noticed distinct scratch marks on Li Dahai’s face.

"A stray cat scratched me. It’s none of your business. I just came to tell you that you don’t have to pay the fee. You can keep the clinic open from now on." Li Dahai waved his hand irritably.

"Huh? Why?" Lin Meng feigned surprise. At the same time, he was genuinely astonished by how quickly Cheng Xiue had gotten it done. It seemed she was truly craving his massive treasure!

"Wait!" Lin Meng’s expression turned peculiar. Could the scratches on Li Dahai’s face be from Cheng Xiue losing her temper?

"Why all the questions? Are you going to stay open or not?" Li Dahai glared fiercely.

"Yes! Of course!" Lin Meng nodded hastily, offering an obsequious smile. "Chief, do you want me to disinfect your face for you? Stray cats have nasty claws!"

"No need. With your half-baked medical skills, I wouldn’t dare let you treat me!" Li Dahai’s face darkened. After snapping at him, he turned and left.

"Pfft!" Lin Meng spat viciously at his retreating back.

"Old bastard. You act so tough out here, but you can’t even satisfy your own wife. Just you wait. I’m going to cuckold the hell out of you!" Lin Meng felt a fire in his belly, but he knew he couldn’t take Li Dahai on right now.

He made up his mind that the next time he got the chance, he was going to thoroughly ravage Cheng Xiue. Besides, considering how obsessed Cheng Xiue seemed to be with him, she might even come knocking on his door herself!

Regardless, the village clinic was safe for now. When Lin Meng shared the good news with Li Wanrong, she was equally delighted and went out of her way to cook two extra dishes for dinner. But Lin Meng’s mind was still on Pan Qiaolian. He haphazardly stuffed his stomach and returned to his room.

After dinner, folks in the countryside loved to go outside to enjoy the cool evening breeze. Lin Meng didn’t dare head straight to Pan Qiaolian’s place. Instead, he waited until past nine o’clock, when the streets were completely empty. By then, his stepmother, Li Wanrong, was also likely asleep.

Only then did he sneak out of the house. Moving stealthily, he arrived at Pan Qiaolian’s door and gave it two soft knocks.

"Who is it?" Pan Qiaolian’s delicate voice drifted from inside.

"Qiaolian, it’s me," Lin Meng replied in a hushed voice, his heart pounding nervously in his chest.

Soon, Pan Qiaolian’s front door cracked open.

"Xiaomeng, you’re finally here!" Seeing Lin Meng standing at the door, Pan Qiaolian was practically vibrating with excitement. She grabbed him and pulled him straight into the courtyard.

"Qiaolian, I..." Now that the moment had arrived, Lin Meng felt a mix of nerves and exhilaration, reveling in the illicit thrill of an affair.

Pan Qiaolian pressed a slender finger to his lips. "Xiaomeng, whatever you want to say, let’s say it inside. We don’t want anyone catching us." She took his hand and led him straight into the main room.

Only then did Lin Meng get a clear look at Pan Qiaolian. Bathed in the dim yellow light, her flushed, rosy cheeks looked even more stunning and seductive. She was wearing a sheer, purple silk nightgown that oozed mature feminine charm. What was even more lethal was that while her fair, slender legs were sheathed in black stockings, she was completely bare beneath the nightgown. Her two jade peaks pushed high against the fabric, the two rosy bumps exuding an irresistible temptation. Between her legs, a dark shadow seemed to hold a magical allure, making one instinctively yearn to explore its depths.

Lin Meng felt a scorching heat wash over him. His blood instantly rushed to his head, and he grew fiercely aroused.

Noticing his reaction, Pan Qiaolian flashed a bewitching smile. She wrapped her fair arms around his neck, her fragrant breath brushing his skin as she whispered, "Xiaomeng, do I look beautiful today?"

"Beautiful." Lin Meng swallowed hard.

"Then... do you want me?" Pan Qiaolian took a step forward, pressing Lin Meng down into a chair. Her enchanting face drew closer and closer to his, her lush red lips practically grazing against his!