Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 40 This Woman is Too Fierce

Chapter 40: Chapter 40 This Woman is Too Fierce

Zhao Jiayao’s eyes carried a touch of melancholy.

Seeing Chen Dashan staring at her in confusion, Zhao Jiayao chuckled indifferently, "It’s better we split up; it saves us from disgusting each other when together."

Chen Dashan got up from the ground and patted the dust off his pants.

He then helped Zhao Jiayao up from the ground and noticed her large, shapely buttocks covered in yellow dirt, which led him to give it a pat.

That pat wasn’t necessary, but once done, it felt like slapping jelly—bouncy, soft, massive.

Under the deep blue hip-hugging skirt, two large jellies trembled incessantly, her buttock circumference was simply top-notch!

Seeing Chen Dashan’s gaze fixed on a certain spot, Zhao Jiayao smiled and said, "Do you find me very beautiful?"

"Beautiful!"

Chen Dashan blurted out.

Zhao Jiayao took a deep breath and continued, "He doesn’t think so. He’s got someone else outside, hasn’t contacted me in years, I might as well consider him dead."

"Right!"

Zhao Jiayao changed the topic abruptly, leaning her whole body close to Chen Dashan, and flirtatiously asked, "You mentioned massage could cure my ailment? Why don’t we try now, your clinic is right in the village, isn’t it?"

"Now?"

Chen Dashan was stunned; wasn’t she here to buy fruits? How did it turn into treating an ailment?

Seeing Chen Dashan standing there dumbfounded, Zhao Jiayao’s laugh made her chest tremble wildly, the buttons on her dress seemed barely able to hold, revealing a glimpse of pure white inside, and the bouncing ’big white rabbits.’

"What? Afraid I won’t pay?"

"No, not at all."

Chen Dashan quickly waved his hand, wanting to say something else, when suddenly Zhao Jiayao stretched out a delicate, boneless arm and hooked it over Chen Dashan’s shoulder, "My feet hurt; you’ll need to support me."

Zhao Jiayao wore a triumphant, mischievous smile, pressing her body tightly against Chen Dashan. With every step they took, her two groups of snow-whites bounced up and down, continuously rubbing under Chen Dashan’s armpit.

From massaging her ankles, Dashan’s giant dragon had never once subdued; it stood proudly, continuously rubbing against Zhao Jiayao’s waist and thighs.

Zhao Jiayao hung her head, seemingly lost in thought.

Seeing that no one was around, Zhao Jiayao bit her red lips and suddenly grasped Chen Dashan’s giant dragon.

Chen Dashan paused, stopping in his tracks.

The soft, warm, tight sensation from her little hand almost made Chen Dashan lose control; this woman was too ferocious!

"This big?"

Zhao Jiayao murmured to herself, her mouth corners still dripping with shiny fluid, her chest’s heaving revealing her unsettled heart.

As she spoke, Zhao Jiayao’s little hand was restless, gently rubbing on sensitive spots, caressing as if touching a fine piece of art.

"Can your girlfriend solve your problem with this size?"

"If a man isn’t satisfied, could he also have hormonal imbalances?"

Zhao Jiayao teased.

Chen Dashan, burning with desire, replied, "I don’t have a girlfriend yet. I’m a doctor; of course, I would massage myself."

"So you’re saying, the hormonal imbalance you mentioned simply doesn’t exist."

Self-solve?

What a waste!

Listening to Chen Dashan’s words, Zhao Jiayao’s first reaction was that it was a waste, feeling the fiery hot stick in her hand growing larger and hotter by the moment. Zhao Jiayao quickly released her grip, her heart pounding like a drum.

So big, if she used it just once, would she still have any hormonal imbalances?

Daydreaming, the two quickly arrived at the village clinic, which was chosen by Chen Dashan for its proximity to Guoshan and because Zhao Jiayao had trouble walking.

"Brother Dashan..."

As soon as Chen Dashan entered, Zheng Lin’en, dressed in a white coat, lit up and quickly jogged over. It was only when she was two or three steps away from Chen Dashan that she noticed he was supporting a woman. The woman was stylishly dressed, with fair skin and a unique aura. Most importantly, this woman had a sensational figure, clinging to Chen Dashan.

"Let me do it, it’s improper for men and women to touch. I’ll help you see the doctor."

Zheng Lin’en squeezed herself between Chen Dashan and Zhao Jiayao, eager to help.

Chen Dashan couldn’t really say anything, but Zhao Jiayao directly refused, "No need, I just trust Dashan’s skills."

"No, Dashan’s medical skill."

As Zhao Jiayao spoke, her enticing eyes fixed on Chen Dashan, never looking away.

A smile tugged at the corner of Chen Dashan’s mouth, suspecting that Zhao Jiayao wanted to experience his skills for herself.

Immediately, he led Zhao Jiayao to the small infusion room at the back of the clinic.

With a "bang!" the wooden door closed, and Zheng Lin’en stood outside with her hands clenched into fists, fuming at the doorway. This old woman was simply too much—was she really stealing her Brother Dashan?

When Brother Dashan came out, she would definitely warn him to stay away from those bad women from the county town.

"Mmm... Ah..."

The woman’s moans came through, startling Zheng Lin’en, her almond eyes widening. That sound... that sound was...

Zheng Lin’en’s face instantly flushed; the sound was all too familiar, just like the female lead in those action love movies.

Thinking of those little films, Zheng Lin’en’s heart pounded with both anticipation and fear.

Remembering Dashan’s handsome face, she suddenly felt weak in the knees, her whole body limp like a puddle, longing to envelop more.

"Ah, it hurts, be gentle..."

"Just like that... Ah, ah, ah, it feels amazing, Dashan, you’re really incredible, making me feel so good..."

The woman’s moans came again, foul and lewd, leaving Zheng Lin’en completely overwhelmed, her limbs weak as she stumbled to her office chair.

All she could think about was the day Dashan had sucked the snake poison out of her, her pert buttocks sticking out, Dashan’s rough, hot hands squeezing her there, the feeling both shameful and wonderful.

And Dashan’s tongue, moist, nimble, warm.

Listening to the moans beside her ear, with the image of Dashan sucking out snake poison flashing through her mind, Zheng Lin’en gasped for air, lying on her office chair, her legs already a muddy mess.

She couldn’t help but touch herself lightly, her body trembling all over.

Her fingers were coated with glistening fluid, craving that feeling, just like the woman inside, feeling like soaring into the sky.

Inside the infusion room.

Zhao Jiayao had taken off her dress and was lying on the sickbed in her intimate underwear, her body curved like a beautiful mermaid.

Her smooth back, well-defined figure, and perky, full buttocks were completely visible to Dashan. The mature woman looked like a juicy peach; Dashan’s large hands first followed the Heart Sutra, then the Kidney Meridian and then other acupoints. Each press made Zhao Jiayao uncontrollably tense up, crying out in comfort.

"It’ll be over soon!"

Chen Dashan was stimulated to the brink of explosion, the fire in his lower abdomen making his cheeks flush—how could anyone endure this woman’s cries? His large hand pressed on Zhao Jiayao’s coccyx, his entire palm against her spine, pushing with full force using the Sun and Moon Technique.

Zhao Jiayao felt as though she were floating on a cloud, a sensation she wouldn’t trade for ten men.

"I can’t take it anymore!"