Chapter 1247: A Well-Considered Plan Lu Yun did not rush ahead. After the leading spear drove in, it paused—precisely to ensure that Feng Ying could not withstand the powerful charge within a short time. %&*"; Lu Yun's idea was good, but Feng Ying hadn't done such things in a long time. Even though they had shared that kind of intimacy last time, she hadn't really developed her lower part—the way she'd imagined—through genuine, passionate connection. In fact, at this very moment, both mentally and physically, Feng Ying was experiencing strong tremors. As Lu Yun's head entered her, she couldn't help but emit a soft gasp, and instinctively tightened up—like a field that had long been untouched. Hiss... As Lu Yun's head first made contact with her, he immediately felt a strong sense of compression. His equipment was actually being drawn in, causing a sharp pain, especially at the tip of his head, as though a tight headband had been placed directly on Sun Wukong's head, making it difficult for him to tell whether he was enjoying himself or in pain. "Feiying姐, it's so tight..." Lu Yun finally couldn't hold out anymore. This pressure—tighter than that of a first-time virgin—was more than even the man who proudly called himself the future king of the flower gardens could bear. Clearly, Feiying was experiencing an intense response. She must be really excited now. Though Lu Yun was in excruciating pain, his heart was bursting with exhilaration. From Feiying's reaction, it was evident that she had reached a level of stimulation far beyond what most ordinary women could achieve. Even if she hadn't visibly expressed it, the way her lower lips were constricted—how tightly they were closed—was no longer something a typical, inexperienced young woman could manage. Lu Yun was a bit puzzled. Feng Ying had been married for many years, yet her lower lips remained so tightly closed—almost excessively so. If Xiao Huan or Yu Ying were brought in now, their tightness would certainly surpass Feng Ying’s. Of course, if Xiao Huan’s strong suction hadn’t diminished, she’d utterly outshine Feng Ying in terms of what a man would feel. The issue at hand, however, was that Feng Ying’s lower lips had now surpassed the normal tightness of Xiao Huan’s—considering Xiao Huan had never married. Compared to Feng Ying, Xiao Huan’s lower lips were still far less developed. Yet, why was Feng Ying’s lower lip still so tightly closed? Lu Yun was pondering, but Feng Ying had already been stunned upon hearing what Lu Yun said—especially when she saw the pained expression on his face. She became utterly慌, unsure of what to do next, and even more confused about where she had gone wrong to make Lu Yun look so distressed. Was it too tight? In Feng Ying’s mind, when a man and a woman engaged in intimacy, wasn’t it better for the woman to be tighter? Yet, despite her full effort to tighten herself, the result was Lu Yun’s face filled with pain. What on earth was going on? Could it be that her small mouth had pressed too firmly against him? Feng Ying felt uneasy and couldn’t quite figure out where the problem lay. Yet, though Feng Ying felt bewildered herself when Lu Yun's expression of pain caused her to pause, as someone who had experienced this before, she always believed deeply that when a man and a woman were together, the tighter the woman's little mouth was, the more the man liked it—a belief that had always remained firmly rooted in her heart. "Xiao Yun…" After a long moment of hesitation, Feng Ying finally spoke, "Is it that you're not used to it?" Lu Yun was taken aback. It wasn't that he wasn't used to it—rather, he had never fully anticipated how completely different the outcome this time would be compared to the previous occasion. Although he had felt some tightness before, back then he had assumed it was simply because Feng Ying hadn't done that particular thing for a long time. After all, Tingting's father was in poor health and suffering from a terminal illness, so even if he had wanted to, he simply couldn't manage it. Therefore, when Lu Yun's member first entered Feng Ying's slightly swollen mouth, he had instinctively thought of that very point. Yet, the tightness now evident in Feng Ying completely surprised Lu Yun. A woman married for twenty years—no matter how well she maintained her figure—could hardly achieve such tightness. Perhaps only wealthier women, like Ye Qian, could sustain such a level of tightness, since even pelvic contraction requires investment. And considering Feng Ying’s rural background, coupled with her husband’s illness… Lu Yun’s mind raced with countless thoughts, until suddenly he exclaimed, “Good heavens! Does it really matter if a woman in her thirties isn’t as tight as a maiden?!” Years later, Lu Yun finally understood why Feng Ying’s vaginal tightness was so remarkable, and also why Jin Zhi was so confident, indifferent to Xiao Ying’s feelings, and allowed Lu Yun to indulge in his pleasures on her body. Of course, all that comes later. For now, Jinzhi is still far away—what Landun is currently focused on is Fengying. Listening to Fengying's words, Landun finds himself a bit hesitant. As a maiden of noble standing, he's already broken several of her maidenhoods. Compared to that, the impact of the encounter with Xiao Yu was far more profound—especially since it was the very first time he had penetrated a maiden's body. "Fengying sister, don't think about anything else. The tighter your lower body is, the more excited I get. Can you possibly tighten up a bit more?" Lu Yun was just about to compare Feng Ying—this young lady who had once been a virgin—to himself, when Liu Fengyi suddenly pushed him from behind, with quite a strong force... As a result, Lu Yun’s member gave a sudden plunge straight into Feng Ying’s small mouth, spouting out a steady stream of water with two soft puffs. At the very moment it entered, a fountain of water erupted, as though Feng Ying’s mouth had transformed into a gushing fountain when Lu Yun’s member fully sank into it—the flow was so powerful that even Liu Fengyi, standing by, could only marvel at it. When had it come to it—Feng Ying, too, now so full of life? Liu Fengyi watched silently, murmuring to herself. No matter what Liu Fengyi thought, Lu Yun now knew that the situation had already taken hold. What remained was simple: to skillfully maneuver his own member, fully indulging it in Feng Ying’s delicate, tender mouth, until both her upper and lower mouths were completely satisfied. Suddenly, as he moved his member to feed Feng Ying’s lower mouth, an idea flashed through his mind—how to fully satisfy her upper mouth.