Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 129: Teacher, what are you going to teach me?

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: Teacher, what are you going to teach me?

Jiang Rou’s voice interrupted Chen Dashan’s admiring gaze.

Without waiting for Chen Dashan to nod, Jiang Rou, wearing a mischievous smile, lay directly on the soft bed.

Her bedsheet was very soft, white with pink cartoon bunnies, adorably patterned, and the colors were fresh. The young girl lay flat on her back with an uneasy look in her eyes.

"Don’t be afraid!"

It was her first time, nerves were inevitable. Chen Dashan sat on the edge of the bed to comfort her, his large hands resting on Jiang Rou’s firm breasts.

His slightly rough palms, hot and burning like they were charged with electricity, sent a warm current from her peaks down to her limbs. Chen Dashan’s nimble fingers circled the firm nipples, causing her to press her long white legs tightly together as she twisted and rubbed against the bed.

The tingling sensation made her frown, unsure of what to do.

She could only bite her lip hard, tears streaming down as she looked at Chen Dashan.

Chen Dashan’s hand traveled downward, and as Jiang Rou tensed and arched her body, her little bun was already damp. The pink color of her panties had darkened in one spot. Chen Dashan smiled cheekily as his fingers slowly moved lower.

Jiang Rou felt like she was going crazy, her body trembling nonstop.

Her legs, unable to stay tightly closed, let the water trickle down. What was happening? Feeling the heat of Chen Dashan’s fingers, Jiang Rou raised her hips eagerly, yearning for more, as if that could fill her.

Looking at the girl on the bed, her eyes brimming with desire and frustration, a certain part of Chen Dashan had pitched a big tent.

"Brother Dashan, will it hurt?" Jiang Rou asked softly.

Clenching Chen Dashan’s sleeve nervously, he whispered, "A little, but don’t you need me now?"

"Don’t you want it?"

Chen Dashan lowered his head, his hot breath spraying on Jiang Rou’s ear and collarbone, making her shiver all over. She felt his breath, dominant, aggressive, and seductive.

Jiang Rou wrapped her arms around Chen Dashan’s neck of her own accord, "I’m not afraid!"

"It’s just going to bed, I can do it, who’s underestimating whom?" she said proudly, her eyes full of defiance.

Chen Dashan chuckled and his hand circumvented the soaked panties to reach the muddied garden—soft and wet, more like his fingers were submerged in water.

A certain part of Chen Dashan was already unbearably hot and swollen.

Jiang Rou twisted her hips nonstop, wanting her body to cling tight to Chen Dashan, who couldn’t hold back any longer. He pounced and was about to ride into battle with spear ready when—

"Thud, thud, thud!"

"Thud, thud, thud!"

The knocking came in quick succession. Chen Dashan, frustrated, turned his head to look at the door. Jiang Rou, still clinging to his neck, teased, "Uncle, are you not up to it?"

Chen Dashan: "..."

Jiang Rou continued, "Don’t mind them, if no one answers the door, they’ll leave on their own!"

She wrapped her legs around his waist once more. Speechless, Chen Dashan pushed her legs away and got off the bed, saying, "I’ll go open the door."

Jiang Rou lay on the bed, giggling at the sight of Chen Dashan’s face black as the bottom of a pot.

...

On the other side, Chen Dashan opened the door to find a woman around 25 or 26 years old standing at the threshold. She had a melon-seed face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and delicate white skin, bearing more resemblance to a classical beauty, full of charm.

When Chen Dashan opened the door, the woman outside was momentarily stunned.

Then, after a long pause, she awkwardly asked, "Are you Jiang Rou’s brother?"

As she spoke, she sized up Chen Dashan with her charming eyes. She certainly knew Jiang Rou was her student, and she was aware that Jiang Rou’s family was wealthy; her mother owned a large pharmaceutical factory and had purchased this apartment for her as soon as she came of age—certainly not something someone from the working class like herself could compare with.

The man before her was handsome and carried an indescribable presence, clearly a man of notable bearing, certainly not an ordinary person.

When Zhou Xueqin caught sight of the prominent bulge in Chen Dashan’s pants, her pupils contracted, and she tightened her grasp on the strap of her bag. As Chen Dashan looked at her, Zhou Xueqin quickly turned away, her face reddening.

She explained in a fluster, "I... I am, I’m Jiang Rou’s piano teacher; I come over to give lessons at this time every week."

After finishing her sentence, Zhou Xueqin bit her lip and looked down, feeling extremely uneasy.

Chen Dashan nodded and then turned to walk towards Jiang Rou’s room. Zhou Xueqin followed behind him, and while he wasn’t looking, she couldn’t help but sneak another glance at his crotch, though she couldn’t see anything from the back.

The glimpse she had caught earlier nearly scared her to death—could anyone actually be that large?

Thinking of her boyfriend’s "little earthworm," Zhou Xueqin couldn’t help but sigh. She covertly observed Chen Dashan’s tall figure. Jiang Rou’s brother was both handsome and wealthy, and importantly, he seemed impressive in that department too. If only he were her boyfriend...

"Teacher Zhou!"

Jiang Rou’s voice came from the bedroom, and Zhou Xueqin quickly stepped forward. As she entered Jiang Rou’s room, she saw Jiang Rou in wrinkled clothes, fixing her hair. The air still carried a very familiar scent, one that made one blush and feel hot.

Seeing the messy bedsheets on Jiang Rou’s bed, Zhou Xueqin’s heart raced as she sneakily glanced at Chen Dashan standing nearby.

Were they just doing that sort of thing?

Before she could contemplate further, Jiang Rou, with a blushing face, sneaked a look at Chen Dashan and said, "This is my piano teacher."

Then, addressing Zhou Xueqin, she said, "This is my brother, he’s a very impressive person, even my mother admires him a lot!"

Zhou Xueqin’s pupils contracted.

A person even Wang Shiman respected must be someone with a powerful background. With this thought, Zhou Xueqin looked at Chen Dashan with shy admiration and said, "Hello."

"Hello!"

Chen Dashan replied politely. Now having a clear view of Zhou Xueqin, he noticed she was wearing a light green dress with a V-neck that outlined her bountiful "bunnies," which looked plump and enticing.

Her figure was curvaceous, exactly to his taste.

Critical to note, this woman moved and even glanced in a way that was provocative. She seemed like the kind of person who was demure and in need of protection and pity, her eyes shy when she spoke, inciting the urge in someone to press her down and ravage her fiercely.

"Since your teacher is here, you should have your lesson first. I’ll head back now!"

Chen Dashan glanced at Zhou Xueqin’s perky behind. The thin dress outlined the shape of peaches and even showed the outline of the strings of her underwear.

"Eh!"

Jiang Rou frowned and took a few steps to follow, catching hold of Chen Dashan and saying, "I’m going to take a shower and rest a while, let Teacher Zhou give you a lesson first. After that, let’s learn piano together, okay?"

"Please!"

Jiang Rou hugged Chen Dashan’s arm coquettishly. Looking up, Chen Dashan saw the piano teacher, Zhou Xueqin, also looking at him with hopeful eyes.

Since that’s the case, Chen Dashan said with a smile, "Alright, I’ll give it a try first. Have a good rest after your shower."

"Great!"

Jiang Rou flashed a big, toothy smile, gave Chen Dashan’s head a hug and a peck, then turned to tidy up.

Leaving Jiang Rou’s bedroom, Chen Dashan turned to the Zhou Xueqin behind him and asked, "Teacher, what are you going to teach me?"