"Someone's here!"

In the early morning, as the sun peeked out from the mountaintop, Lin Cong was doing pull-ups outside his house, bare-chested with only his boxers on. His arm and abdominal muscles strained as he continually pulled his body upward.

Suddenly, the corner of his eye caught a fleeting figure along the path by his ginseng plot, who disappeared into the cornfield on the other side.

"Could someone be trying to steal ginseng early in the morning?" Lin Cong, in a rush, leaped down from the pole, raced back to his house without putting on his clothes, and picked a double-barreled shotgun from his cabinet.

He was simultaneously pulling out two bullets from the stock and stuffing it in the breech as he ran out of his house. He then bolted towards the cornfield opposite his ginseng plot, gun in hand.

Lin Cong's two-and-a-half-year-old ginseng was almost ready for harvest by autumn, thus a theft now amounted to a mighty loss. He had no choice but to guard it scrupulously.

Because of the ginseng's high value, Lin Cong's deceased father specifically bought a shotgun not to harm people, but to occasionally fire a couple of shots in the air as a deterrent to any potential thieves.

In June, the corn in the North already stands taller than a man, making it an excellent hideaway.

Lin Cong carefully approached the spot where he had seen a figure, cradling his gun.

After entering the cornfield, hunched down, he indeed noticed a woman stealthily looking around.

Lin Cong swiftly squatted, supporting himself on one hand, and with the shotgun in the other, moved further ten or so steps ahead.

As he parted the leaves obstructing his view, he was surprised to find out it was the village secretary's wife.

The village secretary's wife, Wang Gui Mei, was once the village beauty. Not only was she pretty and well-shaped, but her fiery and daring personality also earned her the nickname of "Little Chili" in the village.

To his surprise, Lin Cong noticed that Wang Gui Mei, after scouting her surroundings, lifted the hem of her floral maxi dress and held it up with her arms. She then pulled down a small light blue floral panty from her waist down to her knees.

"Such a white, round buttock!" Lin Cong - seeing a woman's posterior for the first time - praised inwardly.

Next, Lin Cong saw Wang Guimei squatting down, and a stream of water, along with countless splashes, gushed out from between her legs.

Her bare bottom was directly facing Lin Cong. Lin Cong started to feel the tingling sensation down there. It was natural for the manhood to stand, but his underwear served as an obstruction. Therefore, Lin Cong adjusted it to stand comfortably inside his underwear.

The powerful stream between Wang Guimei's legs splashed the dirt on the ground all around.

This reminded Lin Cong of an ancient banned book that he had read in school called "The Report of Cupidity", which contains a verse about "a small remnant scene." It reads, "Who has locked their yard in the shadow of the poplar, the beautiful woman is in a hurry to relive herself. Lifting her colorful silk skirt, exposing the hidden flower. Rushing through the moss, irrigating the thundered pearls."

"Indeed, it's the irrigation of the thundered pearls!" Lin Cong watching the scene before him, the water column gradually dwindled until the last few drops fell. Then he saw that the wife of the secretary, Wang Guimei, shook her large white bottom a few times. It appeared that she wasn't in any hurry to stand up but intended to do something more significant.

"Ah... Ah-choo."

At this very crucial moment, Lin Cong couldn't stand the pollen from the corn leaves and unexpectedly sneezed.

"Who's there?" Wang Guimei, who was a few steps ahead of Lin Cong, heard the sneeze and startled, almost falling on her own urine.

Immediately, she turned around and looked back. Only then did she see Lin Cong squatting from behind a row of cornstalks.

Lin Cong sighed and lowered his head. Since he's been discovered, he should confront it squarely. So he leaned on a stick and slowly stood up.

The wife of the secretary, Wang Guimei, pulled up her underwear, dropped her skirt, widened her eyes, and walked towards him with a menacing expression.

"You little rabble, did you see everything just now?" Although Wang Guimei was a bit hot-headed, she felt awkward being caught relieving herself by this kid. If word got out in the village, it would be more than just embarrassing for her, her husband wouldn't be able to hold his head high either.

"No, I didn't see anything. I didn't mean to." Lin Cong wanted to explain seriously, but he kept picturing Wang Guimei's large white bottom swinging, making him swear not to laugh yet found it hard to suppress his laughter.

Seeing Lin Cong trying not to laugh, Wang Guimei knew that this kid had seen it all. Her pretty face blushed in embarrassment.

Wang Guimei was probably in her late thirties or early forties, which is a time when a woman reaches maturity. While women in their twenties look youthful, those in their forties would show signs of age despite upkeep. But it is women in their thirties and forties who have rid themselves of childishness and reached maturity both in appearance and mentality.

"You saw everything just now, didn't you?" Wang Guimei gasped, wanting to confirm once again. But judging from the boy's expression, there was no need to ask, he definitely saw it all. Therefore, she made a grimace and stretched out her right hand, saying: "You little bastard, if you dare to tell anyone, I will twist that thing of yours...."

Just as Wang Guimei was speaking, her eyes involuntarily glanced towards Lin Cong's underwear. And Lin Cong's 'tool', protruding quite a bit from his underwear, was staring at her with its "one eye".

"Are men's tools usually this girthy, this long?" Wang Guimei asked herself inwardly.

Lin Cong's 'tool' stood erect, its length reaching close to his belly button, looking like a chunky cucumber pinched between his legs. The head of his 'tool' was as big as an egg.

"Auntie, I didn't mean to watch you pee. I thought someone was here to steal ginseng, so I followed to investigate. I didn't expect it was you who.. erm.. hehe", Lin Cong, unable to stop the mischievous antics of his mind, could only laugh. By this point, Wang Guimei standing in front of Lin Cong looked just as bare as she was moments ago.

"Is that... real?" Wang Guimei pointed at Lin Cong's 'tool' intrigued.

Wang Guimei had seen only one man, the village party secretary. She had always assumed that all men's tools were like his, resembling a "pupa". But upon seeing Lin Cong's today, she now knew that there were degrees of masculine virility.

Seeing Wang Guimei glance at his underwear, Lin Cong hastily looked down, "Damn it", part of it was still out. He hurriedly pulled up his underwear to cover it.

Wang Guimei took a few steps forward until she was right in front of Lin Cong. She lifted her skirt, and knelt down on both knees in front of him.

Lin Cong had no idea what she was up to and was just looking down at her with her head right in front of his ‘tool’.

Suddenly, Wang Guimei stretched out her hand and grabbed Lin Cong's underwear, pulling it down.

With a "snap", Lin Cong’s ‘tool’ got pulled down by his underwear before swiftly springing back up. Wang Guimei was a tad too close, and Lin Cong’s ‘tool’ sprung right up into her chin.

"A towering pillar!" Wang Guimei's breath grew rapid.

The "towering pillar" before her seemed to possess an enchanting allure that was beckoning her. An impulse made her lick her lips, and she opened her mouth wanting to take this 'tool' into her mouth.

"Lin Cong...., Lin Cong...." someone was calling Lin Cong from outside the cornfield.