Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 103: Who is More Powerful, Me or Your Husband?

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: Who is More Powerful, Me or Your Husband?

Inside Chen Fruit Store.

"Dashan, shall I take you to check out the warehouse?"

The store had returned to normal, not yet open for business and devoid of customers. Zhao Jiayao, with nothing to do, saw Chen Dashan studying the cash register at the checkout counter.

Zhao Jiayao approached and leaned on the checkout counter, resting her chin on one hand while smiling and speaking to Chen Dashan.

As Chen Dashan looked up, he could see into the collar of Zhao Jiayao’s clothes, only a fist’s distance away, where a pair of plump papayas were placed on the counter, like two big leather balls.

Snowy white, trembling continuously with Zhao Jiayao’s movements.

Recalling the scene of giving Qin Xuan an acupuncture treatment earlier that day, Dashan felt a heat in his lower abdomen, and a certain part had begun to stir awake.

"Let’s go, let’s go!"

Zhao Jiayao pulled on Chen Dashan’s clothes, acting coquettishly, with a pair of almond eyes filled with seductive charm. Clearly, she was trying to seduce him. Chen Dashan chuckled and got up; he was quite interested in seeing how this woman would seduce him.

"This way!"

Seeing Chen Dashan stand up, Zhao Jiayao’s face lit up with joy, and with a naughty smile, she led Chen Dashan to the warehouse.

Zhao Jiayao walked in front, followed by Chen Dashan. Today, Zhao Jiayao was wearing a tight-fitting dress that highlighted her stunning figure. From behind, her perfectly round peachy buttocks seemed even fuller and more rounded.

A pair of high heels accentuated her long, straight, fair legs, which rubbed against each other as she walked, enticing one’s gaze upward.

From behind, the swing in Zhao Jiayao’s step seemed even more exaggerated.

Her slender waist twisted side to side while her rounded protruding buttocks undulated wildly. Her tight navy blue dress split her buttocks into two halves, each inflated and bulging as if pumped with air.

The gap between them grew wider towards the top of her thighs, revealing the human body’s form with just a glance.

Feeling Chen Dashan’s burning gaze, Zhao Jiayao felt smug inside. Turning her head, she looked at Chen Dashan and pouted coquettishly, "Do I look good?"

Her tone was frivolous, her gaze filled with innuendo.

Her tender tongue licked her moist red lips like a little snake flicking its tongue.

Chen Dashan shivered inside, knowing few men could control themselves when a woman got sultry.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward and crudely grabbed Zhao Jiayao’s perky buttocks, whispering in her ear with a smirk, "Of course you look good. You’d look even better without clothes."

"You little hooligan..."

Zhao Jiayao beat lightly on Chen Dashan’s chest, her voice filled with feigned irritation.

Remembering the wild night they shared the day before, she felt restless and her cheeks blushed as if they would drip water. She continued to smile and said, "I still feel uncomfortable somewhere today."

"Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Chen Dashan gave her a mischievous smile, asking knowingly while his eyes traveled from Zhao Jiayao’s towering breasts to the area between her legs.

Zhao Jiayao’s heart raced, her body pressing tightly against Chen Dashan. She moved Chen Dashan’s hand, which was on her protruding buttocks, slightly downward.

With a breathy voice, she asked, "Can you feel it?"

Through the fabric, he could feel the dampness beneath, soft and full to the touch.

In an instant, a provocative atmosphere spread between them.

Like tinder to flame, both of them were about to lose control.

Zhao Jiayao, with seductive eyes, pressed her whole body against Dashan, her breasts rubbing back and forth against him as her waist twisted and her lower half constantly ground against Chen’s giant dragon.

Biting her red lips, she had a look of unsatisfied desire.

Chen Dashan felt a fervent heat inside, his passions ignited, wishing he could strip Zhao Jiayao naked and press her to the ground to thrust fiercely.

Though there was no one in the store at the moment, someone could enter at any time.

Chen Dashan looked around.

Zhao Jiayao said, "There’s nobody here, and even if there is, wouldn’t that make it more thrilling?"

As she spoke, a naughty smile played at the corners of her mouth while she gently pinched Chen Dashan’s burning, rigid manhood through his clothes, her small hand rubbing up and down.

Chen Dashan shuddered all over, and his giant dragon became engorged with blood, growing even larger.

He grabbed Zhao Jiayao’s wrist in his hand and pulled her into the warehouse.

"Boom!" A loud noise.

Chen Dashan locked the metal door of the warehouse, the room filled with the scent of melons and fruits. As soon as the door was shut, the interior became dimly lit.

Impatient, Chen Dashan quickly pulled off Zhao Jiayao’s dress and unhooked her bra, his hands roughly groping her. The large mounds of flesh in his hands changed shape as he manhandled them.

Zhao Jiayao lay across the shelf, and in the dim light, her whole body seemed to glow a radiant white, her high heels not even taken off in the haste.

Just as they were about to get to the main event.

"Boom!"

Hearing the sound of a door closing outside, Zhao Jiayao regained some clarity and turned her head to look at Chen Dashan, asking, "Is that Wenwen coming back?"

Chen Dashan glanced at the warehouse door and then turned to look at the woman beneath him. From behind, her figure was even more perfect, with a wasp waist and a pert bottom, full of temptation.

Without any hesitation, he mounted his charge and began the assault.

"Creak!"

"Creak..."

The shelves trembled continuously, emitting rhythmic sounds.

Zhao Jiayao stuck out her rear, her large mounds being kneaded in Chen Dashan’s hands, her whole body like a skiff on the sea, rocking with each wave.

"Mmm ah..."

A moan squeezed from Zhao Jiayao’s throat, a small sound but like gasoline in fire, instantly igniting Chen Dashan to his fiercest.

Chen Dashan’s thrusts became harsher, the frequency faster.

"Good..."

"Good... so comfortable!"

Zhao Jiayao was exceptionally satisfied, her bottom twisting continuously, looking for a deeper connection with Chen Dashan.

An hour later.

Zhao Jiayao dressed in the dark, and beside her, Chen Dashan, with a "snap!" turned on the lights in the warehouse.

Instantly, the glaring brightness made them squint.

Seeing Zhao Jiayao’s face flushed and tired, Chen Dashan smiled and said, "Do you want to rest for a while?"

"No need!"

Zhao Jiayao waved her hand. She hadn’t expected Chen Dashan to be so considerate of her. Thinking of her own husband, no words needed to be said; each time they were done, leaving her more uncomfortable than not.

Moreover, he never showed her the kind of care that Chen Dashan did.

At this thought, Zhao Jiayao let out a sigh.

Chen Dashan, sitting in the office chair, looked up at Zhao Jiayao and, sensing something off in her mood, reached out his hand and said, "Come here, Sister Zhao. Did I make you uncomfortable?"

"No... it’s not that!"

Zhao Jiayao quickly explained, then stretched out her hand and grabbed Chen Dashan’s, sitting down on his lap.

She frowned and said, "I was thinking of my husband."

Chen Dashan frowned and remained silent.

Zhao Jiayao continued, "Thinking of when we used to do this, he would..."

The words were difficult to say, Zhao Jiayao waved her hand, "Nevermind, let’s not talk about it!"

"I haven’t seen him for years. He indulges in eating, drinking, prostituting, and gambling, not missing a single vice. He squandered the family fortune and each time he gets back, he demands money. If I don’t give it to him, he beats me to death."

Recalling the dark life of the past, Zhao Jiayao’s facial expression was indifferent, as though she had come to terms with it.

"I’ve been hiding from him. All these years, I’ve been scared to show my face. As a lone woman with no support, it’s been hard to make ends meet, to survive. I’m afraid that if he comes back, even the future of my life will be jeopardized."

"My fruit store would also be ruined by him."

Chen Dashan hadn’t realized Zhao Jiayao had suffered so much.