Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 60: The Caller’s Scream

Chapter 60: Chapter 60: The Caller’s Scream

Li Jiao sat on Chen Dashan’s lap, in a posture akin to riding a horse.

Her entire body leaned slightly forward, and with her movements, the two huge "lamps" on her chest swayed and rubbed against Chen Dashan’s chest.

Her two soft, boneless hands gently pinched Chen Dashan’s shoulders.

Li Jiao exhaled warmly and said, "This Lin Bao is quite formidable. He’s a local overlord in Huangmei Town, dominating the grey industries, the entertainment sector, and even the cement factory. He has a lot of enforcers under him."

"In terms of strength, he is no less than Mr. Peng."

As Li Jiao detailed Lin Bao’s prowess, she secretly observed Chen Dashan. Seeing him with his eyes closed and showing no reaction, she continued.

Li Jiao’s eyes darted about as she went on, "I’m just worried about you getting hurt. After all, I’ll need to rely on you in the future. Don’t blame me for nagging. You might not know, but Lin Bao is backed by someone, possibly a county leader. Otherwise, his business couldn’t have grown this big."

Chen Dashan’s eyelids fluttered open, seeing Li Jiao’s pair of "lamps" right in front of him, swaying back and forth, painfully white.

Chen Dashan reached out with both hands and roughly kneaded them a few times. The pair of "lamps" were very elastic, changing shapes in his hands, feeling both soft and warm, providing plenty of satisfaction.

"Hmm... Ah..."

Li Jiao moaned a few times as she was kneaded, her voice wanton. As if she couldn’t take it anymore, she pressed her breasts against Chen Dashan’s face, her buttocks rubbing against his member. As she twisted her body, Chen Dashan felt a sudden heat on his lap.

This little slut.

Chen Dashan’s member shook, itching to thrust wildly and fiercely.

As Li Jiao panted, she whispered, "I heard that once this arena is set up, wealthy people in the town will bet on who will win. By then..."

Before Li Jiao could finish, Chen Dashan grabbed his "fire stick" and forcefully thrust.

"Ah... Ah...!"

In an instant, Li Jiao went limp, still dressed in her lingerie, which was very convenient for use without removing.

Chen Dashan’s large hands grabbed Li Jiao’s plump buttocks, pushing hard. Li Jiao’s head tilted back, her hair swaying like seaweed. Her eyes closed, her red lips slightly parted, and her pink tongue continuously licked her lips, emitting soft moans.

It was like pain, but also like pleasure.

Li Jiao synchronized with Chen Dashan’s movements, riding up and down on him.

Still not satisfied, she spread her snowy white legs wide, allowing Chen Dashan to enter fiercely. The hot, swollen feeling made it impossible for Li Jiao to stop. Her forehead was covered in fine sweat beads, and her lascivious moans made Chen Dashan even more excited.

Squish! Squish!

Each thrust made a sound like flowing water. Li Jiao had gone completely limp, like a puddle of water, under Chen Dashan’s control.

"Ah... Too hard, stop..."

Li Jiao panted continuously. After a quarter of an hour, they switched positions with Chen Dashan holding up one of Li Jiao’s snowy white legs, thrusting vigorously.

"Bzzz... Bzzz...!"

The phone on the bedside table buzzed constantly, which Chen Dashan initially ignored.

"Bzzz... Bzzz...!"

The phone kept vibrating, causing Chen Dashan to frown slightly and pause his movements. Li Jiao felt empty at once, her body writhing like a water snake under him. She craned her neck and kept sucking on his chest.

Like an electric current, this sensation surged through his limbs. Chen Dashan looked down at the drooling, eager Li Jiao.

His lips curled up slightly as he thrust forward, feeling her tight warmth envelop him again.

Under him, Li Jiao’s moans grew even more wanton as she tightly clung to his waist, unwilling to let him withdraw.

"Little slut!"

Chen Dashan had no choice but to answer the phone while thrusting.

When the call connected, Zhang Xuewen’s voice came through, "Brother Dashan, something’s wrong."

Zhang Xuewen’s voice sounded urgent, and Chen Dashan asked absentmindedly, "Slow down, is there something wrong with the orchard?"

Hearing a woman’s voice on the phone, Li Jiao opened her eyes slightly, feeling a pang of jealousy.

She clamped her snowy white legs tightly.

"Mmm!"

Chen Dashan groaned as he noticed Li Jiao’s triumphant look, her seductive gaze, and her pink tongue licking her red lips suggestively.

Chen Dashan chuckled, thrusting vigorously; Li Jiao instantly cried out, "Ah... Mmm, ah, ah..."

Unable to hold back and moaning loudly.

On the other end, Zhang Xuewen was stunned. For a moment, her eyes widened, her heart pounded like a deer in the headlights.

Brother Dashan is... he’s...

Zhang Xuewen had guessed, gripping the phone tightly, her knuckles turning white, her lips quivering, eyes filled with desire.

"What’s wrong with the orchard?"

After a moment, Chen Dashan’s deep voice came through again.

Zhang Xuewen cleared her throat and, blushing, said, "It seems someone has sabotaged the fruit trees. If it’s convenient, you... you should come back and check."

After speaking, Zhang Xuewen covered her heart with a small hand.

By some twist of fate, she did not hang up the phone. What was she waiting for?

Chen Dashan frowned slightly, were there issues with the trees?

Slap! A crisp slap sound came, and Chen Dashan looked down to see Li Jiao kneeling before him, her small hand ceaselessly slapping her plump thighs, her voluptuous behind trembling, with streaks of red visible.

"Mm... Mm ah..."

Li Jiao twisted her hips, liquid glistening from her "orchard".

Chen Dashan threw down the phone, mounted her, and covered her mouth to stifle her sounds, thrusting fiercely from the get-go.

Creak... Creak...

The bed springs groaned rhythmically with each thrust.

Li Jiao’s face turned red from holding her breath, her pink tongue licking Chen Dashan’s large hand as if relishing the sensation, making her even more excited.

On the other end of the line, Zhang Xuewen was dumbfounded. Brother Dashan was... doing that?

And he hadn’t hung up the phone.

Hearing the muffled groans and rhythmic noises on the other end, Zhang Xuewen sat in her office chair, legs clamped together, her little bottom wriggling. If only that woman were her...

Thinking that, Zhang Xuewen’s cheeks turned crimson, her body heating up, and her panties were already a mess. She slipped a little hand under her skirt, gently touching, finding her secret garden flooded.

Her little hand moved gently, making her body go limp instantly.

The lewd moans indicated how vigorous Chen Dashan was, making Zhang Xuewen wriggle in her chair, one hand sneaking in, the fullness and satisfaction making her tremble all over.

"Brother Dashan..."

Zhang Xuewen softly murmured Chen Dashan’s name, her cheeks burning red.

At this moment, Chen Dashan hurried to finish, knowing the orchard had just been established and needed immediate attention to avoid further problems.