Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 47: Battle of the Fruit Trees

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Battle of the Fruit Trees

Her frame was petite, but her upper body was very well-proportioned.

Compared to other women’s ample bosoms, her peaches weren’t large, but on her body, they were perfect, with a slender waist that seemed like it could be grasped with one hand.

There wasn’t a single trace of excess flesh on her back, and her white shirt clung to her clothes, revealing a smooth, even back like an exquisite work of art.

Her skirt clung to her thighs, exposing her round, firm buttocks. Water droplets slid down her smooth skin, from her thigh joints to her calves, her skin like the finest jade, tempting one to taste it. This scene left one’s thoughts wandering.

"Ah..."

Zhang Xuewen let out a cry of surprise, her foot slipping, almost falling to the ground. Chen Dashan was quick to react, taking a swift step forward and supporting Zhang Xuewen by her waist.

His palm was warm, wet, tight, and thin.

One hand could completely wrap around it. Zhang Xuewen’s little pink mouth slightly parted, her lips glistening with saliva, her large eyes like a frightened deer.

The sight of her was simply irresistible, making one want to ravage her mercilessly.

"Brother Dashan..."

Zhang Xuewen looked pitifully at Chen Dashan, feeling the heat from his palm and the masculine aura emanating from him. She felt weak all over, unable to even stand steadily.

This sensation was unfamiliar to her. Was she falling ill?

Chen Dashan’s lower abdomen burned; the place that should have been hard was now like steel, and he only wanted to penetrate deeply.

"I’ll take you to change clothes."

Chen Dashan’s voice was husky. After stabilizing Zhang Xuewen, he hurried ahead, thinking that in the summer with thin clothing, if the little girl saw his large organ, she might be scared to death and accuse him of being a pervert.

Watching Chen Dashan’s retreating figure, Zhang Xuewen stamped her foot in frustration. Making such a fool of herself on her first day at work would certainly make any boss despise her.

With this thought, Zhang Xuewen quickly followed Chen Dashan, her head lowered like a student who had done something wrong.

There were offices in the orchard, three simple cement rooms that had been newly painted and equipped with air conditioning, serving as temporary offices.

Chen Dashan pushed the door open, turned to Zhang Xuewen, and said, "Go inside and change your clothes. There are some of my sister-in-law’s old clothes in the room. Wear them for now to avoid catching a cold."

"Mm."

Zhang Xuewen, her wet hair hanging down, nervously twisted her little hands together.

Seeing Chen Dashan about to leave, she took a quick step forward, grabbing his clothes and said, "Brother Dashan, where are you going?"

"I... I am afraid."

The orchard was vast, with a deserted feel to it, and there were no other people around. She had just arrived in this unfamiliar place, so it was normal for a young girl to be scared.

Chen Dashan said, "I’ll be nearby."

After saying this, he turned and walked away. If he stayed longer, it was uncertain what the girl was afraid of.

The office windows had been replaced with glass. Chen Dashan walked a few steps and turned back to look. Good heavens, Zhang Xuewen was changing her clothes inside, and it was clear to see from a distance. Fortunately, there was no one around at this time, but curtains definitely needed to be installed.

At this point, Zhang Xuewen only wanted to change her clothes quickly and then find Chen Dashan, lest he misunderstand that she was slacking off.

Piece by piece, she undressed, her fair and upright figure casting an alluring silhouette through the glass window.

Abundant and full of temptation.

Below her long neck, her collarbones were delicate, her upright peaches taking up considerable space, with small, tender sizes on top, an innocence not yet acquainted with men, adding an extra layer of allure beyond that of mature women.

Her figure was slender and symmetrical, with no extra flesh, her body curves smoothly transitioning, and that mysterious area covered with sparse young greenery.

The soft, tender flesh was irresistible.

Chen Dashan’s breathing grew rapid, the fire in his lower abdomen burning hotter. Just then, he heard footsteps behind him.

Chen Dashan gathered himself, his gaze turning sharp as he looked back.

"It’s me."

From under a fruit tree emerged a voluptuous woman. She had slightly curly long hair, her brows and eyes full of charm. Every step she took was a tantalizing sway of her hips.

Chen Dashan frowned slightly. It was Widow Sun from the village, Sun Hongmei.

Last time, it was Chen Dashan who helped her remove the stuck cucumber. The scene of her fluids flowing, and her muddied yet eager soil craving cultivation, came to mind with a smile on his lips as he said, "Sister Sun, what brings you here?"

Sun Hongmei’s gaze fell on the glass window not far away. She took a step closer, wrapping her arms around Chen Dashan’s neck, her red lips parting and closing as she said, "Of course, I’m here to see you, for my illness."

As she spoke, a naughty hand drew circles on Chen Dashan’s chest, her eyes full of seduction, "You’re really a heartless man. I’ve been waiting for you at home every day, but you just wiped me from your memory."

"I even got lovesick, losing so much weight."

Sun Hongmei finished speaking, her face looking aggrieved as she gazed at Chen Dashan. Her high chest pressed together, forming a deep, seemingly endless cleavage.

Everyone in Stone Village knew that Chen Dashan was about to rise to prominence.

Now even female university students were throwing themselves at him. In a few days, someone like Sun Hongmei wouldn’t even catch Chen Dashan’s eye. So today, she came prepared to secure Chen Dashan.

She had donned her bottom drawer negligee, fearing the villagers would see, so she had come early to wait in the orchard.

A crimson, low-cut strap dress, revealing her full bosom with perky tips, laid bare before Chen Dashan.

This brazen seduction was transparent to Chen Dashan. He steadied Sun Hongmei. She felt a pang of disappointment and looked down, noticing Chen Dashan’s throbbing erection. She whispered provocatively, "Brother Dashan, you have such a strong presence here."

Then, without warning, she hooked a leg around Chen Dashan’s waist. He was startled, realizing his aroused member could feel something warm and moist, even with a distinctive shape.

Was Sun Hongmei not wearing any underwear?

This moist, tender sensation was irresistible.

If the meat came to his door, there was no reason not to eat it. His "Sun and Moon Technique" still needed refining. With this thought, Chen Dashan’s gaze darkened, and he rudely pushed Sun Hongmei against a fruit tree, lifting her short skirt and entering her directly.

"Ah..."

The burning sensation instantly sent Sun Hongmei into ecstasy, her whole being filled. One hand grasped the tree trunk, the other gripping Chen Dashan’s strong hand, rubbing her chest’s melons.

"Dashan... Mm, I need you to cure my sickness... only you can cure me..."

Sun Hongmei trembled with excitement, the sound of their vigorous union ringing in her ears, making her deliriously joyful.

"Mm ah..."

Her moans grew increasingly wanton. The advantage of a mature woman was she knew how to present herself perfectly for pleasure.

Sun Hongmei’s cries of delight made Zhang Xuewen, who had just finished changing, frown slightly. It sounded like someone was... was crying?

Or laughing?

Recalling scenes from those adult films, Zhang Xuewen bit her plump, glistening lips. This orchard only had one man, Chen Dashan, who was young and accomplished, surely attracting many women.

Should she go and check?