Chapter 1194: Aunt is less reliable than Sister-in-law Even if Li Xiufang didn't specifically instruct them, Chun'er and Xiao Ping would never mention a word to anyone outside the family—after all, such matters directly concern their reputation. Should even a single detail be revealed, it wouldn't just be enough to have the villagers whispering behind their backs; it would be difficult to explain to their husbands. At the very least, they'd face a good scolding; at worst, the marriage might dissolve—just like the old lady wiping her nose, quietly holding back all the private concerns. "Ms. Xiufang, please rest assured—today's matter, I and Xiao Ping will keep absolutely silent about it," Chun'er declared immediately, though internally she was thinking: It seems Ms. Xiufang still has some reservations about us. Li Xiufang smiled and said, "Don't mind me being verbose—women's time simply doesn't compare to men's. If that's the case, then you and Xiaoping should really enjoy yourselves now. It's hard being a woman, and even harder being a woman who truly experiences profound joy. Of course, I'm not referring to the difficulty of enduring the process—what I mean is that there simply aren't many men who bring women genuine happiness." Hearing Li Xiufang's long sighs, Chun'er and Xiaoping both felt a sudden pang in their hearts. Her words seemed to carry a deeper meaning, though they couldn't quite grasp it at the moment. They exchanged a glance and settled in, ready to wait for Lu Yun's return so they could finally talk things over with him about his 'special' attentions. "Uncle Xiufang, after all that's been said about Lu Yun's attentions, what exactly does it feel like?" "While Lu Yun is away, Xiao Ping, who's always bold and fiery, finally finds herself unable to hold back and asks questions. Though a little shy, she's filled with an unprecedented curiosity about what it feels like to have Lu Yun's special thing—his intimate part—spoken about by a woman. The continuous pressure that had previously caused Miss Li Xiufang and Ma Shufen, both seasoned women, to lose their composure and even have to pee, has left a profound visual impact on Xiao Ping. Li Xiufang is momentarily stunned, watching Xiao Ping, flushed with embarrassment, with a smile that's half-amused and half-soft. She says, 'You'll find out all about it when you're with Chun'er later. Don't worry—since we've brought you both here today, neither of you will escape Lu Yun's intimate experiences. But we've promised you in advance: at first, it might be a bit painful. After all, you've seen how much larger Lu Yun's special thing is compared to your husbands'." "Before Li Xiufang had finished speaking, Chun'er and Xiao Ping both nodded eagerly. After a moment's thought, Chun'er said, 'Uncle Xiufang, you and Lu Yun have been through this more than once, haven't you? Could you share some tips with us?' Experience? Li Xiufang herself had never really paid attention to it before. Every time she saw Lu Yun, she'd try her best to make his antics as disruptive as possible—never once thinking that doing this would require any experience at all. Yet, seeing the eager expressions on Chun'er and Xiao Ping's faces, a sudden sense of pride stirred within her. Sitting up straight, she looked at the two fresh and lively young women, smiled to herself, and said with a show of seriousness, 'Well, I do have a bit of experience in this, though I'm not sure how useful it might be to you both...' 'Yes, definitely,' both Chun'er and Xiao Ping replied, nodding in agreement. Seriously, Lu Yun's been so vigorous—sending both Li Xiufang and Ma Shufen both gasping and nearly dropping with surprise—that for Chun'er and the others, who knew absolutely nothing about Lu Yun's intensity, it's a real mix of anticipation and fear. They're genuinely hoping Lu Yun will soon make his way onto their stomachs, yet simultaneously dreading the sheer force of his assault. Now, with Li Xiufang sharing some tips, they might just achieve remarkable results during their encounter with Lu Yun—perhaps even exceeding expectations. Li Xiufang affected a dignified air, and upon seeing that she had sufficiently piqued the interest of her audience, smiled warmly and said, "Well then, I'm not exactly an expert—merely when I have time, I often reflect on the scenes of doing things together with Xiao Yun, and have gathered a few thoughts along the way..." Then, Li Xiufang began to fabricate stories, for in truth she had no real experience—she simply wanted to impress her two younger relatives, proving that despite her greater age compared to Chun'er, she still held considerable appeal for Lu Yun. Observing her chest, then her dark, lush abdomen, and finally the subtle stream hidden beneath that dark expanse, one could not help but feel that men, especially, were increasingly drawn to Lu Yun. Li Xiufa spoke continuously, frequently running her hands over her three most important positions. Chun'er and Xiao Ping, being younger and having never truly faced off against Lu Yun in a real fight, listened intently to every word Li Xiufa said, fully absorbed and afraid of missing any detail—lest, when Lu Yun finally mounted them, they found themselves in a completely passive position. As a result, they paid little attention to Li Xiufa's subtle gestures, thus wasting much of her heartfelt effort. Meanwhile, Li Xiufa, in her elder's demeanor, was imparting what she considered experience. Even Lu Yun and Ma Shufen, who had gone outside to bathe, were not idle. After Lu Yun stepped out of the house and arrived in the courtyard, he immediately noticed Ma Shufen standing by the well, looking lost and unsure. "Madam Shufen," he said, "you came out to freshen up, didn't you? Why are you standing here, looking puzzled?" Lu Yun stepped forward, reached out, and grasped the two snowy-white buns at Ma Shufen's chest, smiling warmly and asked. Ma Shufen glanced at Lu Yun and stammered, "Little Yun, I've already cleaned all the other parts, but I'm not sure how to clean the back part—the lotus flowers. I just finished washing the outside, but what about the inside? I can't possibly use my fingers to go in, can I? Besides, that wouldn't clean it thoroughly. The lotus flowers at the back are still waiting for your hands to do the work—my fingers shouldn't take the lead." Lu Yun nodded slightly. Ah, so that's what it was about. Probably no woman in this village knew how to clean the inside of the lotus flowers. Lu Yun had learned about it accidentally while visiting the county, during a visit to a women's apparel store, when he came across an article in a magazine. "Haha, Aunt Shu Fen, fingers are just fingers, aren't they? When my uncle was getting married, didn't your little mouth there make him play with his fingers for a while before finally getting his thing in? So today, you're just treating me like a newlywed—letting my fingers have the advantage. I won't have my bride's fingers grow stiff from all this." Lu Yun was speaking as he firmly squeezed the two soft balls in his hands, which instantly transformed into all sorts of shapes under his fingers. Ma Shu Fen sighed softly, as if deeply affected by Lu Yun's gentle pressure on her snow-white shoulders, her voice moist and responsive. "That's true, but back then, when my uncle and I were getting married, he was so drunk that if it hadn't been for me taking off his clothes and getting his thing going, we simply wouldn't have made it through the wedding night." Lu Yun stared at her in utter astonishment, his eyes wide open, and asked in surprise, "Aunt, what did you just say?" Your uncle was a bit tipsy when he joined you in the wedding ceremony—didn’t he take the initiative to drink from your cup? Ma Shufen gave Lu Yun a withering look and said, "What's so difficult about it? That's called 'harmony and delight'—what's the point of making it sound so awkward? " "Hey, I just thought it was fresh and exciting. Back then, at the wedding, we all drank so much—didn't that ruin the evening? Besides, in our town, it's now quite common for young couples to have the wedding guests listen in on the night of the ceremony. If people didn't hear us making a fuss, they'd think I must have something wrong with my uncle, wouldn't they? Hehe..." "Please, don't think I'm unaware of your little schemes. Didn't you just find it funny when, during the wedding night, you took the initiative to do something with my uncle and then tried to make me laugh? Honestly, let me tell you—my uncle did drink quite a bit that night, but thanks to my persistent efforts, I managed to get him going. And then—well, he went all out! He just kept pushing in, regardless of whether I was still breathing or not. I was screaming with pain!" Ma Shufen seemed lost in memory, her face filled "What happened afterward?" Lu Yun hurried to ask. "Afterward? My uncle kept bothering me several times that night, each time acting like a wild beast, pressing hard with his body—every time, he'd thrust and pound me so vigorously. Oh, I was still a young, unmarried girl back then, completely unable to bear such force. I kept calling out all night long until finally he stopped. The next day, the neighbors who had been listening at the door all said my uncle was truly skilled—someone who could drive a new bride to scream all night long..." At this point, Ma Shufen's face flushed slightly, as if reliving the moment of her first marriage, her demeanor shy and bashful, as though she were still a girl being first touched by a man. Lu Yun hummed softly, still hadn't opened his mouth when Ma Shufen continued, “You'd be surprised—your uncle was just as passionate that night of our wedding as you are. Unfortunately, since then, he's never regained that strength. So when I found out about your secret, I was absolutely thrilled. All those notions of chastity? Completely meaningless. If a person doesn't have something they truly love in life, what's the point of living at all?” Lu Yun understood exactly what Ma Shufen meant by “something one truly loves,” and he somewhat agreed with her. Though it meant sacrificing his own marital fidelity—giving his husband a mistress—it was still love. Sometimes, things simply defy common sense: even knowing it's wrong, one still plunges in, fully committed, willing to risk everything—even to the point of being completely broken—just to love. “Oh, you clumsy boy! Slow down with your pressure, or I’ll have it! I’m in agony!” Lu Yun unconsciously applied more pressure with his fingers, drawing a soft gasp from Ma Shufen. Reluctantly releasing her hand, he smiled at the now completely bare Ma Shufen, saying, "Uncle, let's hurry up. I'll take a quick shower first—Chun and Xiao Ping are still waiting for me." "Stupid boy! Did you really miss all the things I just said? Well then, I must admit, I'm no match for your sister-in-law. Go on, enjoy yourself with your younger sister-in-law!"