Everyone in Qingxi Village knew because her mother-in-law counted them out loud every morning while feeding the chickens: "Ninety-seven days and still no movement in that belly!" The bride herself pretended not to hear. She kept her head down, cheeks burning, as she carried water or swept the yard in her pale-blue cotton dresses that always buttoned to the throat.
Twenty-three years old, skin like moonlit porcelain, eyes big and nervous as a deer's. When she smiled—which was rare—two shallow dimples appeared. Her body, however, had not learned modesty: small waist, round heavy breasts that strained every button, and an ass so plump the village boys still found excuses to walk behind her on the mountain path.
Her husband, Li Er'niu, was a decent man but simple. He worked the county construction sites from dawn till dusk and came home exhausted, barely managing a quick poke twice a week before rolling over to snore. Yuxuan lay awake beside him night after night, thighs pressed together, a secret ache blooming between them that she didn't have words for.
Then Chen Mu came home.
It started innocently enough. Lin Xiu, proud of her son's miracle fruits, sent Yuxuan over with a basket of steamed buns and received a small bag of those rose-gold peaches in return. Yuxuan took them home, hid one in her sleeve, and ate it alone in the kitchen after Er'niu left for work.
The first bite made her knees buckle. Juice ran down her chin and onto her chest; her nipples tightened so suddenly it hurt. By the time she finished the peach she was trembling, panties soaked through, pussy throbbing with a need so fierce she had to bite her apron to keep from crying out.
That afternoon she found herself at Chen Mu's gate under the pretense of returning the basket.
Lin Xiu was napping. The courtyard was quiet except for cicadas and the splash of water—Chen Mu washing fruit under the well spout, shirt off, torso gleaming with sweat and water. The sight of his lean muscles shifting under sun-browned skin made something low in Yuxuan's belly clench hard.
"Big Brother Chen…" Her voice came out small.
He turned, smiled kindly. "Yuxuan. Come in, it's hot out there."
She stepped through the gate clutching the empty basket like a shield. Up close he smelled like clean water and something greener, wilder. She couldn't look away from the droplets sliding down his chest, disappearing into the waistband of his trousers.
"Your peaches…" she started, then forgot what she meant to say.
Chen Mu's eyes softened. He understood. He always understood now.
"Would you like some water?" he asked gently. "I have cold spring water."
She nodded, throat dry.
He led her to the side pavilion, poured from a plain porcelain jar. The water looked perfectly ordinary, but the moment it touched her tongue Yuxuan gasped. It was like liquid starlight—cool at first, then blooming into heat that spread through her chest, her belly, pooling hot and liquid between her thighs.
Chen Mu watched her drink, watched her pupils blow wide, watched the way her free hand unconsciously pressed against the juncture of her legs through her skirt.
"Yuxuan," he said quietly, "are you happy?"
The question undid her.
Tears filled her eyes. She shook her head, tiny, ashamed.
He set the jar aside and cupped her face with wet, calloused hands. "You deserve to be touched like you matter," he told her. "Slowly. Properly."
Then he kissed her.
It was her first real kiss—soft, coaxing, nothing like Er'niu's hurried pecks. Chen Mu tasted her gently, licking the lingering peach sweetness from her lips until she whimpered and opened for him. When his tongue slid against hers she felt it in her clit like a spark.
His hands—big, careful—unfastened the long row of buttons down the front of her dress. One by one. She stood trembling as he peeled the fabric away, revealing simple white cotton bra and panties already darkened with arousal. He unhooked the bra with a single flick; her breasts spilled out, full and untouched, nipples a delicate pink and achingly stiff.
Chen Mu groaned low in his throat. "So beautiful," he murmured, and bent to take one nipple into the wet heat of his mouth.
Yuxuan cried out, fingers flying to his hair. No one had ever— The sensation shot straight to her pussy; she felt herself gush into her panties. He suckled gently, then harder, rolling the bud against his tongue while his hand kneaded the other breast until she was sobbing with need.
He lifted her easily onto the stone table in the pavilion, laid her back among scattered osmanthus petals. Her skirt bunched at her waist; he hooked his fingers in her panties and drew them down slowly, eyes locked on the treasure he uncovered—soft black curls, plump pink lips glistening with her arousal, clit peeking shyly from its hood.
"Look at you," he whispered reverently. "So wet for me already."
Yuxuan tried to close her thighs, mortified, but he held them open with gentle hands and lowered his mouth to her.
The first lick made her arch off the table with a broken wail. He licked her like she was the sweetest fruit in his garden—long, slow strokes from entrance to clit, again and again until her legs shook uncontrollably. When he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked gently, two thick fingers sliding into her impossibly tight heat, she came instantly—hard, shocking, juices flooding his mouth as her whole body seized.
He kept licking softly through it, drawing it out until she was limp and gasping.
Only then did he stand, unfastening his trousers. His cock sprang free—long, thick, curving slightly upward, the head flushed dark and already slick. Yuxuan's eyes went huge.
"It's too big," she whispered, half terrified, half desperate.
"I'll be gentle," he promised. "We'll go as slow as you need."
He rubbed the head through her soaked folds, coating himself, nudging at her entrance. She was so small he had to work in carefully—short, patient thrusts, letting her adjust. Every inch he fed her drew a new whimper, her nails digging into his shoulders.
When he finally bottomed out they both groaned. She was scorching, velvet tight, fluttering around him in panic and pleasure.
"Breathe, baby," he soothed, kissing her tears away. "I've got you."
He started to move—tiny rolls of his hips at first, barely pulling out, just stirring inside her until her whimpers turned to moans and her legs wrapped around his waist on their own.
"More," she begged suddenly, voice breaking. "Please, Big Brother Chen—more—"
He gave her more.
Slow, deep strokes that dragged over every sensitive spot inside her virgin-tight pussy. The stone table creaked beneath them; petals stuck to her damp skin. He fucked her steadily, building her higher and higher until she was chanting his name like a prayer.
When she came the second time it was even harder—her walls clamping down rhythmically, milking him as she sobbed into his neck. Chen Mu followed her over, burying himself to the hilt and spilling pulse after pulse of thick cum deep inside her willing body, flooding her womb until it leaked out around his cock.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Eventually he carried her to his bedroom—still impaled, her arms around his neck—and laid her on the cool sheets. She clung to him, legs tight around his hips, afraid he would leave.
"I'm not going anywhere," he murmured, kissing her swollen lips. "We have all afternoon."
Round two was even slower—her on top, shyly learning how to ride him, breasts swaying as she rolled her hips in hesitant circles. He guided her with hands on her ass, teaching her the rhythm until she was bouncing desperately, chasing her third orgasm with abandon.
By dusk she lay boneless across his chest, pussy swollen and creamy, his cum drying on her thighs. He'd come inside her three times and she still wanted more, grinding lazily against his half-hard cock.
"Er'niu comes home tomorrow night," she whispered, tears in her voice again.
Chen Mu kissed her forehead. "Then you'll come to me every day he's at work. I'll keep you full and happy. And when he's home…" He slipped two fingers into her dripping cunt, curled them just right. "You'll think of this. Of how good it feels to be fucked properly."
Yuxuan moaned and nodded frantically, already clenching around his fingers.
Outside, the mountains settled into twilight. Inside, the shy new bride finally learned what her body was made for—and who it truly belonged to now.