Lu Yun naturally wanted to keep going. How could he just wrap up and call it a day when he hadn't yet fully unleashed the energy within his body? "Of course we have to continue! [www.shuhaige.com Book Sea Pavilion Novels]" Lu Yun chuckled and immediately redoubled his efforts. Since Yang Yanping had asked him whether he wanted to continue, she clearly knew he would. By posing the question, she had effectively urged him to act more swiftly. Previously, his slow and steady pace—like a draft ox pulling a cart—had at least allowed Yang Yanping to recover somewhat. Now was the perfect time for him to step up and make his final impact. Clap! Clap! Clap! The sounds of impact rang on and on. It was strange—this woman usually appeared delicate, frail, and easily overwhelmed. Yet when it came to intimacy on the bed, her slender frame could effortlessly bear the full weight of a hefty man pressing himself completely against her, without any difficulty even for an hour. The force of the impacts between them was no ordinary thing, especially with someone as vigorous as Lu Yun—far beyond what most men could manage. Each crisp, resonant strike landed on the areas that were typically well-protected by a woman, yet instead of causing discomfort, each impact brought an endless surge of pleasure. What a strange thing it was—women, truly. While they often appeared the weaker party in front of men, when it came to the bedroom, even though most women were still pressed beneath men and had to endure passively, that passive endurance required a remarkable level of strength. Undoubtedly, women excelled in this regard. Indeed, during intercourse, they often looked down upon the man lying atop them. Of course, Lu Yun would never fall into that category of being looked down upon. His sheer strength and vitality were such that not only did he bring every woman to an unparalleled state of bliss, but he also instilled in her a quiet Yes, it's fear. Under the pressure from Lu Yun's relentless advances, Yang Yanping now feels this very sentiment—fear that has quietly spread within her since she can't recall when it began. Could it truly be that Lu Yun's forceful intensity is overwhelming her? Otherwise, as we've previously mentioned, Yang Yanping is no ordinary woman. If the goal were simply to free Lu Yun quickly, it would have been entirely straightforward. Yet, the direct physical contact—this intimate bodily engagement—has become increasingly captivating to her. She longs for Lu Yun to press her so firmly that he might literally crush her. The sensation—though painful—is profoundly soothing and intoxicating, making her unwilling even to employ any measures to counteract Lu Yun. Thus, in this direct dialogue between bodies, Yang Yanping finds herself completely at a disadvantage. Suddenly, a thought arose in Yang Yanping's mind as she endured Lan Lu's relentless onslaught: When Lan Lu was with her fiercest rival, Fei Xinlan, did Fei Xinlan perhaps feel just as helpless as she did—unable to allow Lan Lu to fully exert himself and truly challenge her? Ten minutes—neither particularly long nor particularly short, depending entirely on one's mindset or current activities. Aside from other matters, when it came to intimacy, ten minutes truly wasn't much for a man. Could a strong man fully unleash himself within just ten minutes? There were two possibilities: For men on this land, ten minutes of vigorous activity on a woman's abdomen was a rare luxury. But for Lan Lu, ten minutes simply wasn't enough—it felt fleeting. Consequently, for Yang Yanping today, ten minutes is far from easy—it's even somewhat taxing, a kind of weariness amid endless sensations of speed and momentum. The moist, delicate mouth below, which she had never imagined could withstand such relentless pressure, now seems to have been transformed beyond recognition under Lu Yun's vigorous assault. Given how intense and prolonged Lu Yun's efforts have been, Yang Yanping begins to wonder whether her originally soft, delicate mouth might eventually turn into black fungus—something that Lu Yun's persistent pressure could quite possibly transform it into. While Lu Yun constantly and passionately works over her body, Yang Yanping feels increasingly dazed, yet finds herself constantly thinking: will her lower mouth really be damaged beyond repair by Lu Yun's relentless efforts? If she truly had been damaged by Lu Yun, what would she do afterward? How could this congenital illness ever be completely cured? She would have to endure it—everything would have to be borne for the sake of her future health. 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