Chapter 1174: Is the Fist Big or Small? "Of course, Auntie is a woman, but she knows what it means to be sincere—she's never deceived you before," Hao Donglian laughed, though in her heart she was wondering if Xiao Yun might truly be bringing girls home to the household one after another. Lu Yun gave a bright smile and stepped out the door. He had made up his mind—he should now bring Xiao Yu back for Auntie San to see. Finally, it was time for Ning Jie to express her own wishes. Heading out the door, Lu Yun made his way toward the forest at the eastern end of the village. Last week, he had gone to the old stubborn man's orchard to steal fruit and had witnessed a heated exchange between the old man and Li Lianhua. He wasn't sure whether he'd find something equally interesting today. As he walked, a sudden call came from behind. Ye Qiu didn't need to turn around—she recognized the voice as Ma Shufeng's. Ma Shufen hurried over to Lu Yun, her small, quick steps making her voice impatient. "Xiao Yun, what did you do yesterday? You didn't even come to visit me!" Lu Yun chuckled, lowering his voice. "Shufen, what's all this fuss about? You're speaking so sharply—should I calm you down?" Ma Shufen held up the two large white buns in her chest, huffed, "You tell me. We agreed that every weekend you'd come to visit me. But you've broken your word again. I went to your house several times during the day yesterday, and your third sister kept saying you'd gone to the county town and hadn't returned. So, tell me the truth—have you been hiding from your third sister, wanting to enjoy your meals all to yourself?" Lu Yun frowned. "Shufen, let's keep this matter focused—don't involve my third sister. I did go to the city yesterday, and I only returned home in the evening." Seeing Lu Yun looking unhappy, Ma Shufen immediately realized she had been unfair to Ha Donglian and hurriedly smiled at Lu Yun, saying, "Alright, Auntie believes you now. So where are you off to?" "To the forest outside the village to find Xiao Ying and the others," Lu Yun replied. Ma Shufen set down the hoe she had been carrying on her shoulder and smiled at Lu Yun, "Could you possibly hold off a bit? I'm itchy—really itchy. Would you mind scratching me?" Lu Yun was taken aback, then quickly understood, and gave a mischievous smile, "How exactly? Right here?" Ma Shufen scolded, "Of course not! Come with me home—scratch me properly. By the way, I'll also call in Xiufang Auntie. We both feel itchy, so you should really give us both a good scratch." Saying this, she pulled Lu Yun firmly toward their home without further hesitation. As soon as they stepped inside the house, before Land Yun could react, Ma Shufen swiftly removed her lightweight shirt, revealing two round, snow-white buns wrapped in sheer covers, and beamed at Land Yun. "Look," she said, "isn't my body even more supple and fresh than before?" Land Yun examined her carefully, then reached out and gently squeezed the smooth, pale skin exposed outside the covers. With a mischievous smile, she remarked, "Shufen Aunt, it's definitely more comfortable now—so soft and elastic, unlike the stiffer, more rigid feel I used to experience." She glanced at her, then asked with a smile, "Have you been using any special methods, then?" Ma Shufen chuckled. "What else could there be? My body is like a fertile piece of land—once properly nourished and well-watered, it naturally grows richer and more vibrant. Hehe, Xiao Yun, you're the river that waters me, but lately my body has been a bit dry. Come on, give me a good soaking now!" "As she spoke, two large, snow-white buns surged straight toward Lu Yun, pressing forward with great momentum and eager to plunge right into his arms. "Mam, you've been itching all along, haven't you? Now why have you suddenly turned dry?" Lu Yun smiled mischievously, stretching his hands out to the smooth back of Ma Shufen, gently moving his fingers to unfasten the strap that had been covering the only barrier on her back. "It's only because the dryness has become more intense that I've started feeling the itch," Ma Shufen replied. Though she was now in her later years, she nestled comfortably in Lu Yun's arms, indulging in a little coquettish behavior. Yet, precisely at the peak of a woman's most alluring years, this display of endearment didn't feel out of place—it instead vividly revealed the subtle charm and grace that define a woman at her golden age. They were already so familiar with each other that there was no need to act awkwardly as if it were their first time. Lu Yun gently pushed Ma Shufen up from his arms, then unfastened her waistband with a smile, saying, "It's been dry—what a strange thing! If it's itchy, shouldn't it be flooding instead? How could it be dry?" As he spoke, he had already undone her waistband, and her long pants slid down in one smooth motion, revealing Ma Shufen’s body clad only in a thin briefs. On the elevated mound of the Triangular Delta, a patch of dampness indeed appeared. Ma Shufen then lowered her outer garment completely, and with several quick kicks of her legs, her shoes and pants came completely free. In the blink of an eye, Ma Shufen became a snowy white lamb. Lu Yun stared at the dark patch below her, chuckled, and said, "Madam Shu Fen, it seems your lower area hasn't suffered from drought either. Look at those dark crops—they still have a few droplets of water clinging to them, haven't they?" To make sure she wouldn't deny it herself, Lu Yun reached down, plucked a few strands of hair with her fingers, and smiled, "Take a look yourself—aren't you currently receiving nourishment from the rain and dew?" Naturally, Ma Shu Fen was fully aware of her own bodily responses. All day yesterday without seeing Lu Yun, she had endured intense discomfort and distress. While working in the fields, she had unconsciously inserted a carrot into her lower area, gently reassuring herself that her body was still alive. Yet, compared to Lu Yun's warm, vibrant presence, this simple comfort was nothing short of a world apart. She had been utterly listless throughout the entire day. Especially in the evenings, Li Xiufang would come over to see her, asking about Lu Yun's affairs. Clearly, the two women hadn't seen Lu Yun all day long and had been thinking about him constantly. Eventually, Ma Shufen and Li Xiufang could only comfort their empty hearts by grinding tofu together during times when no one else was around—grinding and grinding, always seeking solace. Ma Cuihua, on the other hand, remained remarkably calm, as though she had discovered a clever way to handle things on her own. When she dropped by Shufen's house, she would only make a brief inquiry, showing little concern that Lu Yun hadn't come out to visit them. This left Ma Shufen both surprised and deeply reassured—she realized that if her sister-in-law wasn't engaged with Lu Yun, then Lu Yun would have more time to linger and spend with her. A woman driven by intense physical longing becomes utterly unpredictable when her bodily needs are most acute. Ma Shufen looked down at the several stems of hey grass clenched in Lu Yun’s fingers, blushed slightly, and scolded, “This isn’t even because you’ve been on my mind—how could it be otherwise? It’s only now that the water has started to flow. If I didn’t think of you constantly, how could I be so shy, so embarrassed, just watching you, feeling an itch in my heart that grows into discomfort, until my lower opening has already been dripping with saliva, waiting for you to fill it, and now it’s completely full, pressing against me.” "Yun, you're still the one who knows how to handle it. Yesterday, Aunt Shen was so prepared for the impact, she kept a carrot stuffed down her lower part all day long. Try inserting your finger in there—see if it feels any looser than before." Ma Shufen said this suddenly, her head slightly raised. Ma Shufen gently pressed her lips together and said, "All right, I'll go with that—but could you please move a little slower at the beginning? I'm afraid you'll still feel some pain when you first come in. Maybe you could start by inserting just one finger, and once I get used to it, then you can gradually slide your whole hand in. I'll let you play with me as much as you like." Upon hearing this, Lu Yun couldn't help but smile to himself. How thirsty this woman must be! His fist was certainly larger than a cow's gourd—no matter how often Liu Fengyi, the one who regularly inserted cow gourds, had done so, she surely couldn't have endured the full force of Lu Yun's entire hand. "Then I really will slide my whole hand in," Lu Yun said with a mischievous smile, using his other hand to gently spread Ma Shufen's legs, while he clenched his right hand into a tight fist and prepared to plunge it into the well, where water gushed out continuously. Ma Shufen shivered all over, her heart pounding wildly, and involuntarily stepped back two paces, stammering, "Yun, meals need to be eaten bite by bite, don't rush so much, after all, you have the whole day. Play as much as you like—today I'll do nothing but stay at home and let you enjoy yourself." "But what you just said..." Ma Shufen hurried on, "Didn't you just see me when you were speaking? I was so excited then that I said it out loud. I know Yun is not only good at playing—she's a woman who truly understands and cares for women. How could I possibly bear your strong fists with such a small eye at my feet?" That was indeed true, though... Lu Yun lifted her fists and gestured to Ma Shufen, smiling, "Madam Shufen, what you said sounds quite reasonable." Ma Shufen nodded vigorously, "Exactly, exactly—how could I ever deceive Yun?" Lu Yun gave a mischievous smile, "Then, Madam, let me ask you—how does my fist compare in size to a baby's little head?" ... Read without ads, fully text-based, first publication of novels, 138看书网 - w.w.w.www.13800100.com, text-first, your best choice!