Chapter 1243: Conquest Who hasn't a restless heart? Watching Feng Ying slowly crouch beside her, Lu Yun's passion was hard to contain. Unlike the fresh, youthful girl like a green apple, Feng Ying was a woman nearly ripe—every part of her exuded an allure that captivated men. Feng Ying felt just as passionate, her hands trembling slightly. Perhaps to avoid appearing too awkward, or for some other reason, when she gently lifted a handful of water and splashed it over Lu Yun's member, she softly asked, "Little Yun, how is Tingting at school?" Being gently and tenderly washed by Feng Ying's hands, Lu Yun felt an unparalleled sense of ease, both inside and out. Suddenly hearing Feng Ying's question, he instinctively nodded and replied, "Miss Feng, as long as I'm at school, no one will dare to bully Tingting. You can rest assured." "Lu Yun is absolutely right. Nowadays at school, Lu Yun is truly the de facto little emperor—after settling the disputes between Da Peng and the Grade 3 students, Da Peng has firmly established himself as the school's unofficial head, yet in reality, Lu Yun is the true ruler. No one dares to challenge him anymore, and the girls around him are equally safe and secure. It's not just safe—Tingting has now become one of the owners of the convenience store, and her life at school will undoubtedly improve significantly. Lu Yun certainly doesn't want the girls around him to grow pale and weak during their crucial developmental years. He wants them to flourish, radiant and beautiful, so that when they step out into the world, they'll attract endless admiration and admiration from others. Feng Ying smiled with confidence, and suddenly felt that the Golden Cane in her hands had grown noticeably thicker and hotter than when she first grasped it. Though the well water was clear and cool, it could not cool down the intense heat radiating from her hands. With a gentle tremor in her hands, Feng Ying felt a deep sense of embarrassment. How could she have ever imagined, just a short while ago, helping her own wife’s boyfriend clean his sturdy rod—the very thing that had once seemed so formidable? As Feng Ying softly washed the member, tenderly as if guiding Lu Yun through the motions of a machine, Lu Yun, full of youthful vigor, faced a woman so mature and exquisite that he could hardly contain his rising passion. The rod, as solid as a diamond, constantly thrummed and pulsed beneath her hands, restless and eager to find new, more satisfying places to delight in, rather than simply being gently stroked up and down. If it weren’t for the fear of startling Feng Ying, Lu Yun truly wished his member would swell and grow as powerful as a real golden staff, stretching long enough to plunge directly into the hidden garden between her legs. It seemed that Land Yun’s changes had also been noticed. As someone who had been there, Feng Ying understood clearly that this was the early sign of Land Yun finally wanting to act. With that thought in mind, she slightly paused her movements, looked up at Land Yun, her face flushed, and asked, “Xiao Yun, are you… perhaps wanting to do something now?” By this point, what had to happen would inevitably happen, and with her own deep longing, Feng Ying had now fully committed herself. Land Yun watched the shifting expressions in Feng Ying’s eyes—passion, bashfulness, and a strong sense of anticipation—then blinked knowingly, smiled mischievously, and feigned ignorance, asking, “Feng Ying sister, which one did you mean?” Feng Ying felt her heart tremble, hearing Lu Yun's words—she longed to sink into a crack in the earth. This young man, though so unassuming, always seemed to gradually kindle the deep, hidden yearnings in women's hearts. Though she knew exactly what he was saying, he sounded as though he didn't understand a thing at all—wasn't this precisely the way he intended to make her feel like a timid, inexperienced woman when they were together in bed? Though she fully understood this, she didn't feel the slightest resistance—only her own reserve prevented her from speaking. But what about reserve? If she truly were reserved, wouldn't she still be holding tightly to Lu Yun's sturdy staff, her heart blazing with a fierce, unquenchable flame? "It's just the kind of thing men and women do when they're in bed," Feng Ying said, her cheeks flushed with bashfulness. How could such a woman of her age and grace display such delicate shyness? It only made Lu Yun feel even more stirred and passionate. Since it's inevitable, let him sink completely into the ocean of Yuwang. "Miss Feng, could you please explain it more clearly?" Lu Yun smiled bashfully. "You... " Miss Feng pressed her lips tightly, unsure of how to respond. If Miss Feng were to describe it, it would mean having Lu Yun's member enter her small mouth—something that would make her utterly at a loss for words. Yet, saying it out loud didn't mean she couldn't actually do it. As her expression shifted and changed, she finally bit her lip, gently releasing Lu Yun's member from her grasp. She slowly stepped back, lifted her skirt with one hand, parted her legs, and revealed the snow-white, smooth thighs. Between them, a swelling mound like a hill emerged—her mysterious, intimate region—now clearly visible before Lu Yun. "Are you perhaps thinking of me..." The words seemed to be the most yindang she had ever spoken in her life. As soon as they settled, she lowered her head, her face blazing with warmth, her already damp underpants now refreshed once more by a steady stream of warm water seeping from that area. Land Yun did not linger continuously staring at the secret spot on Feng Ying’s body, but instead immediately focused his gaze on her prominent breasts. Since she was crouched, the two towering peaks—once proud and upright—were now gently compressed by her knees. The snow-like globes concealed beneath her garments partially emerged from the neckline, revealing a clear, white silhouette. Land Yun could even count the veins that ran in their pale hues. Her breathing suddenly became rapid, and the horse beneath her grew increasingly restless. Land Yun grew impatient—he needed to launch an attack. He needed to move. But when her gaze naturally drifted downward, settling on Feng Ying's long, smooth legs, a surge of warmth and excitement rose within her. Standing up—this was an instinctive movement on Lu Yun's part, triggered by the playful glimpse of black hair peeking out from the damp edges of her trousers. Already unable to contain himself, he could no longer bear the alluring pose of a woman so fully mature and captivating. With his long spear raised, he took a single, decisive step forward, the spear swaying gracefully before Feng Ying, as if striving with every effort to fully conquer her. "Little Yun..." Feng Ying watched the spear swaying before her, her eyes briefly filled with uncertainty, as though unsure of how to proceed. Yet, as someone who had been through such moments, she seemed to intuitively know what to do next to make the man feel at ease.