Chapter 34: Peeping at the Beautiful Butt
This bastard was shameless as hell. A surge of anger flared up in Ma Jun's chest. His cousin had already turned the guy down, yet here he was, still shamelessly inching closer. The prick deserved a beating. If Ma Jun hadn't been carrying stuff, he would've grabbed a brick and smashed it right into the guy's face.
Liu Yan noticed Ma Jun's sour expression and quickly tugged his arm, saying softly, “Come on, Ma Jun, it's just an extra pair of chopsticks. Let him eat and get lost.”
Truth be told, she wasn't thrilled either. It had been a nice intimate dinner for two, and now this outsider was cramping their style. But Huang Hongfa was their neighbor, and she didn't want to make things awkward.
A moment later, Huang Hongfa showed up with a bottle of red wine, claiming it was a souvenir from some Ningxia inspection trip by the CPPCC bigwigs—perfect for women, he said. He insisted Liu Yan drink plenty. The words were fine enough, but with his sleazy eyes constantly glued to her towering 36F tits and perky ass, it was obvious he had filthy thoughts. He was trying to get her drunk.
Liu Yan had Ma Jun keep Huang Hongfa company on the living room sofa while she carried the groceries into the kitchen to get cooking. She often cooked alone at home, so she handled it with ease, though she occasionally glanced toward the living room, worried Ma Jun might clash with the guy.
Ma Jun slumped on the sofa, flicking through channels with the remote, while Huang Hongfa yammered on endlessly beside him. It was grating as fuck, but Ma Jun couldn't snap at him, so he just tuned the asshole out.
Huang Hongfa was pissed that Ma Jun was ignoring him. He glanced at Liu Yan's curvaceous figure in the kitchen and swallowed hard. If only this kid wasn't here—just me and Liu Yan, that'd be perfect. Little did he know, he'd only scored the dinner invite thanks to Ma Jun; Liu Yan would've shut him down flat otherwise.
Still, Huang Hongfa could tell Liu Yan doted on her cousin—he'd seen Ma Jun over a lot lately. Maybe he could work through the kid. With a sleazy grin, he said, “Ma Jun, what sports do you like at school?”
“Basketball,” Ma Jun muttered, eyes fixed on the TV, not wanting to waste words on the creep.
“You into swimming?” Huang Hongfa asked slyly. “They just opened this water park in the county with an outdoor pool. If you want, I can hook you up with tickets. Take your classmates—the girls from your class. Heh, it'll be a blast.”
Ma Jun sneered inwardly. Bribing me with pool tickets? Dream on. He was about to refuse when an idea hit: why not? He could take Liu Yan swimming. They'd never gone out alone before—it'd be a chance to get closer. Nodding with a grin, he said, “Sure thing, Huang-ge. Got the tickets?”
“Right here—two of 'em.” Huang Hongfa was thrilled to see Ma Jun bite. He pulled them from his pocket and handed them over, though it stung. He'd scored those through connections at the CPPCC for him and his wife—80 bucks a pop now. He'd have been fine gifting them to Liu Yan, but this? He told himself it was an investment to get to her through the kid.
Seeing Huang Hongfa's barely contained excitement still pissed Ma Jun off. He wanted payback, make the creep back off his cousin. When Huang Hongfa excused himself to the bathroom, Ma Jun darted to the kitchen. Liu Yan had three dishes done, so he volunteered, “Sis, let me show off too. I help Mom cook at home. It's hot in here—go chill in the living room.”
“For real?” Liu Yan looked surprised, her face flushed and sweaty. Just one more dish, and yeah, she was sweltering. She usually cooked in a skimpy nightie, but not today. Handing him the spatula, she said, “Alright, you're on it. I'll set the table.”
Once she was gone, Ma Jun heated oil, tossed in the washed greens, stir-fried like a pro... and dumped in five or six heaping spoonfuls of salt right before plating. Bon appétit, asshole.
By the time Ma Jun's sabotaged greens were done, Liu Yan had the table set: four dishes, one soup—egg and tomato. Red-braised eggplant, garlic chive pork stir-fry, potato strips with chili peppers, and Ma Jun's greens. Red wine on the side. Looked feast-worthy, especially with a sexy stunner like Liu Yan. But both Ma Jun and Huang Hongfa shot each other a glance, thinking the same: If only he wasn't here.
Liu Yan smiled at Ma Jun—he'd kept his cool, surprisingly. No attempts to boot Huang Hongfa. Seeing neither man dig in, she said, “Don't just sit there—eat before it gets cold.”
Huang Hongfa eagerly poured Liu Yan a glass of wine, then half for Ma Jun. Grinning, “Teacher Liu, your cooking's top-notch—looks, smells, tastes amazing. Way better than my wife's. I'm in heaven tonight. How about I cook for you sometime?”
Ma Jun's face darkened. Smooth move, creep—freeloading and angling for a home invite. Up to no good. He clamped a big chopstickful of greens into Huang Hongfa's bowl. “Huang-ge, this is Sis's specialty. Try it—how's the flavor?”
“Really? Gotta taste this.” Huang Hongfa popped a stalk in his mouth—and nearly gagged after two chews. Salty as hell—like it marinated in brine!
“Good, right, Huang-ge?” Ma Jun pressed.
Huang Hongfa's eyes watered, fighting the urge to spit. Swallowing hard, he choked out to Liu Yan, “Teacher Liu, it's so good. I could eat it all.”
“Yeah?” Liu Yan smiled lightly, not buying it. Her cooking was decent, but not that good. Flattery.
Ma Jun piled on three more stalks. “If it's that great, dig in, Huang-ge. Don't hold back for me—I eat here all the time. Seize the moment.”
Huang Hongfa's eyelids twitched at the mountain of greens, but he couldn't complain in front of her. He force-fed himself, washing it down with wine.
Liu Yan ate light—a small bowl of rice and soup—then finished her wine. A flush bloomed on her cheeks, making her stunningly gorgeous. Both men stared, hearts pounding.
Ma Jun's petty revenge whetted his appetite; he wolfed two big bowls of rice, polishing off every scrap—nothing left for Huang Hongfa. The creep finished his greens like they were poison, then bolted with some excuse about home. Probably rushing to chug water.
With Huang Hongfa gone, it was just Ma Jun and Liu Yan. He grinned at her flushed, flower-like beauty. Tonight, she was all his. They'd been alone before, but this—staying over—was different.
“What're you grinning at, dummy?” Liu Yan ducked her head shyly under his gaze, then asked, “Hey, did you mess with the food? Huang Hongfa looked off. Don't stir trouble.”
“Me? Nah.” Ma Jun played innocent. “Probably just never had cooking that good.”
“Yeah, right.” She shot him a glare, standing to clear the table. Ma Jun pulled her back to the sofa. “Sis, you worked hard cooking. Rest. I'll handle the mess.”
She relented, watching TV while he bustled. A warm feeling swelled in her—cozy, like old times with her husband. Cooking, cleaning, laughing together. Since he'd left, it was always solo. Tonight felt light and fun again.
“Ma Jun, I'm gonna shower. Watch TV when you're done.” Sweaty from cooking, she headed to the bathroom.
“Got it, Sis.” Ma Jun watched her meaty ass sway into the bath. He wanted to join her but held back—plenty of time. Better clean up first. He carried the dishes to the kitchen.
By the time he finished and returned, the shower still ran. He plopped on the sofa, the rushing water stirring him up, body heating.
The door opened. Liu Yan emerged in a white towel, smiling at him. “Ma Jun, you wanna wash up? Got fresh towel and toothbrush ready.”
Her towel barely contained those massive snowy tits. Ma Jun stared, swallowing. “Later, Sis. I usually shower before bed.”
“Okay, I'll change.” She nodded and headed to the bedroom. She started to close the door but caught his curious gaze, smiled, and left it open. At the closet, she grabbed lace undies and a nightie.
Ma Jun gawked as she dropped the towel by the bed. Her smooth alabaster back and firm, round ass filled his view—even a side glimpse of those huge tits.
Oh fuck... Sis is too sexy. She bent to slip on panties, ass thrusting back—snowy, plump, like a peeled egg: white, soft, bouncy. Even from meters away, he imagined her mature scent.
Among the women he'd had, Li Wen's ass was prettiest—perky, compact, perfect for ass-fucking. Zhang Li's was overly plush, a true fat ass, soft and ripe with milf allure. Cao Meng's wasn't as greasy—snowy smooth, ideal for her petite frame, fun to toy with in his lap.
Liu Yan's was a silver-plate moon: girlish perk with womanly fullness. Deep in that snowy cleft, her plump pussy hid amid glossy black bush—the sexiest part of a mature wife.
Ma Jun strained for a better look, but she pulled on black silk panties. They hugged her cheeks deep, hiding that bulging slit tight.