The rooster's crow pierced the dawn like a dagger, yanking Li Yi from the haze of death. His eyes snapped open to a ceiling of cracked mud bricks and thatched straw—familiar, yet impossibly distant. 1980. The remote mountain village of Qingxi. He was twenty-five again, his body lean and strong from years of farm labor, not the broken shell he'd become in his previous life.
In that life, he'd been a fool. Ambitious but selfish, chasing city dreams while ignoring the gem at home: Tang Xue, his little sister's best friend. She'd proposed to him under the old banyan tree, her cheeks flushed with love and desperation as famine gripped the village. He'd laughed it off, calling it childish. Left for the cities. Made money. Lost everything in scams and regrets. And Tang Xue? Married off to a brute, withered away in misery, dead by thirty.
Not this time.
Li Yi bolted upright on his straw mat, heart pounding. The air smelled of earth and woodsmoke. Outside, the village stirred—oxen lowing, women fetching water. He dressed quickly in patched trousers and a faded shirt, his mind racing with memories of stock markets, reforms, and opportunities Deng Xiaoping's policies would unleash. This time, he'd pioneer. Build an empire from these hills. But first... her.
A soft knock at the door. "Brother Yi? It's me, Tang Xue. Your sister sent me with breakfast."
His breath caught. He swung the door open, and there she was—nineteen, radiant despite the threadbare dress clinging to her curves from the morning mist. Her black hair cascaded in a loose braid, eyes wide and doe-like, lips full and pink. In his past life, he'd overlooked how her body bloomed like spring peaches: full breasts straining against thin fabric, hips swaying with innocent grace, skin glowing with youthful vitality.
"Xue'er," he said, voice thick. No hesitation. "Come in."
She stepped inside, balancing a bamboo tray of corn porridge and pickled vegetables. Her scent—wildflowers and fresh sweat—hit him like a drug. In the dim light of the single window, her nipples poked faintly through the damp cloth, hardened by the chill.
"I... I heard you were sick yesterday," she stammered, setting the tray down. "Mei said you collapsed in the fields. Are you better?"
He closed the door, locking out the world. "Never better." Stepping close, he cupped her face, thumbs brushing her cheeks. "Tang Xue, marry me."
Her eyes widened, tray forgotten. "W-what? Brother Yi, you... you're joking again, like last—"
"No jokes." He pulled her against him, feeling the soft give of her body. Her breasts pressed into his chest, warm and yielding. "In my dreams last night, I saw our future. I was a fool before. This time, I'll make you the happiest woman in Qingxi—in all of China."
Tears welled in her eyes, but a smile broke through. "Yes! Oh, Yi, yes!" She threw her arms around his neck, lips crashing into his.
The kiss ignited like dry tinder. Li Yi's hands roamed, one sliding down to grip her ass—firm, plush, begging to be squeezed. She moaned into his mouth, tongue shyly meeting his. He backed her against the wall, hiking up her skirt with urgent fingers. No undergarments in these poor times; his hand found slick heat immediately.
"Yi... here? Now?" she gasped, but her legs parted instinctively.
"Now and forever," he growled. His cock strained against his trousers, throbbing with reborn vigor. He freed it quickly—thick, veined, pulsing with need. Tang Xue's hand wrapped around it tentatively, stroking with wide-eyed wonder.
"So big... I've dreamed of this," she whispered, pumping him slowly. Precum beaded at the tip, smearing her palm.
Li Yi lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist. The tray clattered to the floor, forgotten. He pinned her to the wall, aligning his cock with her dripping entrance. She was soaked, virgin-tight from what he knew of her past life, but eager. "Tell me you want it, Xue'er."
"I want you! Fill me, husband-to-be!"
He thrust in—one smooth, deep plunge. Her walls clenched like velvet fire, stretching around him. Tang Xue cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, but her hips bucked to meet him. "So full... oh gods, Yi!"
He pounded into her with rhythmic fury, each stroke slapping wetly against her thighs. Her breasts bounced free as he yanked down her dress top, mouth latching onto a nipple—pink, pebble-hard. He sucked hard, tongue swirling, while his hips pistoned. She tasted of salt and sweetness, her moans echoing in the tiny hut.
"Faster... deeper!" she begged, head thrown back. Her pussy fluttered, milking him. Li Yi angled up, hitting that spot that made her shatter. She came first—body convulsing, juices gushing down his balls, screaming his name.
He followed, roaring as he flooded her. Hot spurts painted her insides, claiming her utterly. They slid to the floor in a tangle, his cock still buried deep, twitching with aftershocks.
Panting, he kissed her forehead. "This is just the beginning, my love. We'll marry today—I'll speak to the village elder. And tomorrow? We start building. Rice hybrids, trade routes to the cities. I'll make you queen of our empire."
Tang Xue giggled, clenching around his softening length. "As long as you fuck me like this every night, I'll follow you anywhere."
Outside, the village awoke fully. But inside, their new era had already begun—in sweat, seed, and unbreakable vows.