Chapter 33: Spring Light Spilling at the Vegetable Market
As the two reached the crossroads, Ma Jun noticed Liu Yan wasn't heading toward the alley where he lived but turning in another direction. Puzzled, he asked, "Cousin, where are you going?"
"Oh, we're out of veggies at home. I thought I'd pick some up."
Liu Yan smiled faintly. "Tell me what you want later, and I'll grab it."
Ma Jun followed Liu Yan into a nearby vegetable market, bustling with off-duty folks haggling loudly with vendors. The place was rundown, basically unmanaged, the air thick with the rot of wilted leaves, the ground uneven and pitted underfoot.
Liu Yan usually grabbed quick roadside eats for her solo dinners—fresher and cheaper than the market. But with Ma Jun along today, she'd made the detour for the wider selection.
"Boss, how much for the tomatoes?"
Liu Yan paused at a stall, pointing softly at the tomatoes on display.
The vendor had been dozing in his chair. Her voice snapped him awake. His eyes lit up at the tall, stunning mature beauty before him—a sexy housewife type. He bounced up, buzzing with energy. "Hey, gorgeous! Tomatoes? Great stuff—two a day for whiter skin, better complexion, and yin nourishment to boot!"
Ma Jun rolled his eyes. What a bullshit artist. Anyone'd think he was peddling millennium ginseng, not tomatoes. Seeing the vendor's sleazy gaze lingering on Liu Yan's high, firm tits, Ma Jun bristled. With a cold snort, he snapped, "Cut the crap. How much per jin?"
"Uh, two yuan a jin. Five for three."
The boss snapped to, rubbing his hands awkwardly with a chuckle. But his eyes still stole glances at Liu Yan's massive rack. Damn, not just pretty—those tits are huge and perky, like a pair of winter melons. One hand wouldn't even cover 'em.
Compared to his own wife? Pathetic—her tits were like unripe tomatoes, flat as boards. No fun groping them at night. If she had jugs like these, he'd be in heaven. No such luck. Spotting Ma Jun's intimate vibe with her—like a boyfriend—he seethed with envy. Lucky punk. Nights buried in those round, white melons. How'd a pretty boy like him land this bombshell?
Liu Yan bent to pick four or five tomatoes, grabbing two cucumbers and an eggplant too. Her tight T-shirt rode up, baring a wide swath of creamy skin. The low-rise jeans dipped dangerously, nearly flashing her plump ass crack. A guy nearby caught the view by accident, eyes widening. He sidled up, pretending to shop, but his gaze flicked straight to Liu Yan.
Ma Jun was fuming. Liu Yan was his—no one else's eyes allowed, not even a peek. He hurried behind her, blocking the intruder's line of sight. Perfect angle, though: her jeans hugged a round, firm ass, long legs sleek and straight. It lit Ma Jun's fire—he ached to grab those cheeks, slam his cock in deep, and pound away.
"Ma Jun, anything else you want?"
Liu Yan finished selecting, glanced back, and found Ma Jun missing—then spotted him right behind, ass-ogling. She half-laughed, half-groaned. But then she noticed the lurker next to her doing the same. She straightened fast, shooting him a fierce glare—humiliated, pissed, but stuck. Face darkening, she snapped at Ma Jun, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Huh? N-nothing! I'll check that stall over there."
Liu Yan's scowl spooked him. He bolted to a distant fruit stand.
"Ma Jun, stop right there! I'll deal with you later."
Her cheeks flushed as she chased him bag in hand, set on a scolding. But just as she neared—disaster struck.
Striding too fast, a button on her taut blouse popped free. Her bra-clad tits—huge, round, snowy—burst into view for all to see, jiggling wildly, threatening to spill out entirely in a hypnotic wave of cleavage.
The steamy sight ignited chaos around them. Even Ma Jun stared, mouth dry, gulping hard. Whispers erupted everywhere.
"Fuck, those tits are massive—like goddamn watermelons. Gotta be fake, right?"
"Nah, no fakes bounce like that. See the jiggle on that flesh?"
"Can't take it—such slutty jugs, ass like that. I'd fuck her all night, skip the hair salon for a year."
"Who's this chick? Shop here daily, never seen her. Hey, she's bold—but that body's fire. Tits out, ass up. My type."
The crude male chatter rating Liu Yan's figure snapped Ma Jun awake. He rushed forward, shielding her with his body. Liu Yan clutched her blouse, face crimson. She'd worried it was too tight when buying it. Still gawked at, she fumed at Ma Jun, humiliated. "What now? This is your fault—if not for you, this wouldn't happen!"
Ma Jun's head spun. Couldn't send her home like that—every Tom, Dick, and Harry'd ogle. Spotting a nearby outhouse, inspiration hit. He yanked her inside, stripped off his T-shirt, and thrust it at her. "Cousin, wear mine. Give me your blouse."
Undressing in front of Ma Jun embarrassed her, but options were nil. One button gone, but risky to keep on. Blushing furiously, she shed the blouse. Those bra-trapped snowy tits had Ma Jun stirring—if not for interruptions, he'd stare forever.
Liu Yan slipped into his T-shirt, sighing relief. A loose fit on him, but tight on her—especially the chest, tented high, gaping below. The blouse had hidden it; now the soft fabric spotlighted her massive rounds like peaks on a vast plain. Pure eye-magnet.
"Cousin, T-shirts look great on you."
Ma Jun swallowed hard. She favored skirts; now he knew why. On her, a tee was criminal—curves lethal to any man. Flat-chested? No effect.
"Stop staring. Mortifying."
Seeing lust in his eyes, Liu Yan spun and bolted out—lest he try something. Home, she'd change fast. No more fantasies.
Ma Jun donned her blouse, inhaling her lingering scent—fresh off her body. His dick stiffened instantly.
Out of the toilet, the crowd had dispersed. Liu Yan relaxed her guarding arm—but walked slower now. Her 36F monsters drew eyes enough; no wild bouncing, or riots.
Exiting the market, Ma Jun lugged two hefty bags. Was Liu Yan punishing his ass-peek? Post-veggies, she'd loaded up heavy fruits—all for him. He felt wronged but guilty—fair cop. Quietly, he trailed her back to the alley.
Alley paths sucked too. Bags weighed him down; he nearly twisted an ankle. "Cousin, this place needs paving. What if you trip coming home at night?"
Liu Yan frowned. "Same for years. Heard the county's demolishing for a park—but nothing's happened."
"Park'd be awesome. When?"
Ma Jun perked up. Gu County lacked a real park; Mom dragged him to the city ones. Local? Perfect.
"Beats me."
Liu Yan fretted—displacement unknown. Her and hubby's house hunt had drained savings, piled debt—driving him south for cash. Guilt hit: was she selfish? He sacrificed for them.
Chatting, they reached her door at the alley's end. Liu Yan fished keys—when the neighbor's gate creaked. Out poked Huang Hongfa's sleazy face. "Little bro, visiting sis again? You two are tight."
Ma Jun ignored the creep, turning away. Liu Yan forced a smile. "Huang, off work? Wife not home?"
"She's night shift at the hospital. Just me."
Huang sidled up to Liu Yan, eyeing Ma Jun's bags enviously. "Big haul—feast tonight? Poor me, instant noodles alone."
Ma Jun sneered inwardly. Pity play for an invite. Glancing at Liu Yan, dreading her soft heart ruining their twosome.
She smiled sweetly. "Should invite you, Huang—but my cooking sucks worse than noodles. My lil' cousin don't mind; won't embarrass myself."
Rejection thrilled Ma Jun. He smirked at Huang. Waste of breath, loser. Noodles await.
But Huang grinned shamelessly. "No sweat—wife's cooking's trash too; used to it. Noodles ain't healthy daily. Mind if I join? Oh, got red wine—be right back!"
He dashed home like a shot.