Chapter 1244: Mutual Aid—The Spear! A world-class spear, radiating an overwhelming aura of pride and fierce combat energy. Feng Ying, facing this spear, had long since lost her usual composure and composure. She raised her hand—slowly, deliberately. Her fingers spread open, trembling slightly as she reached toward the spear, her heart pounding with a surge of emotion even more intense than when she had first washed it. Is this it? Indeed, this was the scene Feng Ying had envisioned countless times in her dreams—yet when it finally arrived, it felt so unexpectedly sudden. Even the measured movements could not withstand the passage of time. Feng Ying’s trembling hand finally grasped Lu Yun’s spear once more—hot, vibrant, pulsing with a fierce vitality—that moment, her spirit was utterly captivated. It was a routine matter for Liu Fengyi and Xiao Huan, something even Tingting wouldn't find so slow. Yet for Feng Ying, after successfully capturing Lu Yun twice, she now realized that this capture—combined with her earlier words—had already conveyed a clear meaning. Lu Yun had chosen to stand before Feng Ying rather than immediately ask her to rise or turn around and address the matter head-on, precisely so that when they met again, Feng Ying wouldn't feel as constrained as she did this time. The key point was that this time, Lu Yun wanted Feng Ying to use her words to calm down the agitated gun barrel first. Last time, although Lu Yun had been intimate with Feng Ying and she had indeed been fully engaged, her performance afterward still lacked complete relaxation compared to her current state. Therefore, this time Lu Yun wanted Feng Ying to fully surrender to the sea of passion, laying a solid foundation for an even more vibrant and joyful experience in the future. Only by breaking through the woman's final psychological barrier could he ensure that he would consistently achieve what he desired in the days ahead. Feng Ying's delicate forehead and Lu Yun's member were already mere inches apart. Seeing Lu Yun firmly nod, Feng Ying, whose heart had already surged with excitement, ultimately underwent a moment of inner turmoil before slowly bringing her lips close to meet his. This was the first time she had done so—previously, even with her own husband, she had never allowed her mouth to fully encircle his member. Now, Feng Ying finally surpassed her own limits. The rosy lips drew closer and closer to Lu Yun’s member, gradually parting slightly as the distance shrank. When she finally reached Lu Yun’s member, she paused only briefly before suddenly opening her mouth wide, enveloping his member within it. For the first time experiencing a man’s member, Feng Ying felt an immediate fullness, as if her lower lip had been pierced and expanded by his member. Without any conscious effort, she allowed Lu Yun’s member to move gently within her mouth, and a steady stream of clear, translucent saliva began to trickle from her lips. She had broken through her limits—she felt shy. This was the very first thought that flashed through her mind as she felt her mouth completely filled with Lu Yun’s member. At first, the movements were a bit stiff, and she would occasionally scrape against Lu Yun's crown with her teeth. Although it wasn't painful, the sensation became significantly diminished. And since this area was particularly sensitive for men, every time Feng Ying's teeth brushed against it, Lu Yun responded noticeably. Feeling Lu Yun's reactions, Feng Ying lifted her head and looked at him, saying, "Xiao Yun, is it that I'm not doing well enough? I've never tried this before, so..." Her words conveyed a sense of self-blame for not knowing exactly how to proceed. Lu Yun smiled and replied, "Feng Ying, you're doing very well. Just be a bit more careful—try to avoid scraping your teeth directly against him." Feng Ying nodded in understanding and resumed her previous actions. This time, guided by Lu Yun's advice, she knew she was doing well overall, aside from occasionally brushing against him with her teeth. Gradually becoming more proficient, Feng Ying grew increasingly adept at using her mouth, truly a woman well-seasoned though she remained somewhat reserved and shy. Once she began, she quickly mastered the technique. The art of blowing air—what Feng Ying demonstrated so vividly over time—exceeded even that of Liu Fengyi and her sisters, leaving Lu Yun quietly amazed as he enjoyed the service she provided. It wasn't clear when, but Liu Fengyi had quietly appeared at the kitchen door, having carefully hidden herself, only peering out briefly as if afraid to be noticed by her elder sister. After a quick glance, she silently retreated back into the shadows. Yet this moment left Liu Fengyi profoundly struck, murmuring to herself: It seemed clear that the second sister was truly being won over by Lu Yun. She had even used her mouth to perform such intimate acts for him—something Liu Fengyi had always thought impossible. Indeed, the second sister had never used her mouth for such purposes, even when the three sisters were together; she had always refused to use her mouth on any of their lower parts. Yet what she had just witnessed was genuine and unambiguous. Now, the second sister had finally opened up, as if savoring a popsicle, fully and lavishly attending to Lu Yun. Lu Yun’s expression clearly revealed his deep enjoyment. At this thought, a subtle itch began to rise in Liu Fengyi’s own body, prompting her to lean in once again and peer into the kitchen. Feng Ying was completely unaware that her younger sister had been quietly observing her from outside. If she knew that her little sister had come out to watch her use her mouth to blow the flute for Lu Yun, she would surely feel embarrassed and immediately rise to leave the kitchen. As time went on, Feng Ying, who had never done this before with her mouth, gradually felt her cheeks growing sore. After holding on for a while, she finally couldn't bear it anymore and gently pushed Lu Yun's member out of her mouth, lifting her head to look at him and saying, "Xiao Yun, I'm getting a bit tired." Lu Yun nodded in understanding, then turned to Feng Ying and said, "Miss Feng, take a rest if you're tired—I'll help you out." He then gestured for her to get up. Feng Ying hesitated a moment, wiped the droplets of saliva from her lips, and slowly rose, but didn't know exactly what Lu Yun meant by "helping her," wondering if he was about to move right into the main action.