Chapter 1287: Longing to fight! Initiative! By now, Zhang Yunqian no longer thinks about anything else—she only focuses on controlling the strength, speed, and amplitude of her movements. At the beginning, everything was entirely under her command. Yet as time passed, she found herself increasingly unable to maintain control over the situation. For instance, right now, though she is lifting herself upward and Land Yun lies still on the bed with no visible movement, the man seems to follow her motion precisely—his body moving upward in sync with her lifting action, each time striking the soft ball inside the chamber. The continuous impact sends a wave of tingling sensation through Zhang Yunqian’s entire body, making her limbs feel numb and weak, and causing her to emit continuous, passionate cries. This isn't the strangest part. Whenever Land Yun's member pressed against her, chasing her up and down, no matter how her body changed, she instinctively kept sitting, allowing her lower lips to fully engulf Land Yun's member. Yet, at precisely this moment—when it should have easily penetrated all the way—Land Yun's member seemed to suddenly vanish, not entirely disappearing, but shrinking dramatically, as if, each time she lifted herself up, she only left a small head of his member at the entrance, then suddenly sat down again. What was normally expected now became abnormal. Instead of Land Yun's member staying firmly at her entrance, it unexpectedly pushed her upward, and when she sat down, the situation reversed entirely—her sense of control suddenly vanished completely, leaving her utterly puzzled. |i^ No matter what kind of unexpected situations arose, Zhang Yunqian felt incredibly comfortable now—so comfortable, in fact, that the sensation of being constantly pursued and pushed by Lu Yun was even more pleasant than the feeling of sinking down herself. Yet, all this happened silently and imperceptibly, gradually eroding Zhang Yunqian's sense of initiative. Hmph— Lu Yun's mastery of the Yin-Yang Expansion Technique truly had the effect of making Zhang Yunqian ride on him like a woman on horseback. Watching Zhang Yunqian, now visibly stunned yet utterly delighted, Lu Yun couldn't help but chuckle. To handle a woman as well-versed and experienced as this, one needed to be unexpected—though calling it unexpected might be an understatement. In truth, Lu Yun possessed a natural aptitude, enhanced further by the rather shy dragon that had somehow settled inside his body. This unique combination of fortune and strength enabled Lu Yun to handle women like Zhang Yunqian and Xue Huaing—passionate, eager, and relentless—with ease and confidence. Pffft—pffft— Zhang Yunqian's speed suddenly surged, her gasps growing more unrestrained. The two snow-white, eye-catching "bombs" rising from her chest swayed like waves of snow, dancing wildly before Lu Yun's eyes. The Yin-Yang Expanding and Contracting Technique continued to unfold with unwavering vigor, each thrust perfectly timed to the rhythm of Zhang Yunqian's movements, pressing firmly against her lower body and striking the soft ball at her mouth each time. Ah— Zhang Yunqian suddenly cried out, pressing her hands against Lu Yun's chest. Her entire body convulsed, trembling as if in a state of ethereal bliss, and without realizing it, she was carried effortlessly into the peak of her ecstasy. The waterfall of clear streams from her lower body flowed uncontrollably, soaking Lu Yun's abdominal hair with the cascading waters. As Zhang Yunqian arched her body, Lu Yun's member pressed firmly against the soft ball at the entrance of her vaginal canal, sending a steady stream of warm moisture spraying out, which soaked and tingled Lu Yun's deep, central dragon-head. "I'm pressed flat," Zhang Yunqian murmured, her eyes glazed with drowsiness as she slowly leaned against Lu Yun, breathing heavily, her mind still reeling with the exquisite sensation—so exhilarating it felt as though her soul had taken flight. "Does it feel good now?" Lu Yun asked with a smile. Being ridden by Zhang Yunqian and frequently employing the Yin-Yang expansion and contraction technique, Lu Yun had hardly exerted any physical effort, appearing instead relaxed and at ease. Honestly, you're quite the strong winter warrior. Xue Hua Ying saw her cousin collapsing onto Lu Yun's body, knowing she had reached that blissful state. Yet after all this time of vigorous activity, Lu Yun wasn't just drenched in sweat or gasping for breath—he showed hardly any visible signs of strain. How could this young man remain so composed, as if sitting calmly on a fishing dock, allowing her, such a seasoned woman, to surrender completely? What method was he using? Could it be that her cousin had deliberately chosen this approach? After all, Xue Hua Ying was well-versed in matters of the heart and body. Though not yet old, she had already been in numerous intimate relationships with men before she turned twenty, driven by natural physical needs. Thus, she was thoroughly familiar with the intricacies of romantic and physical intimacy. Even though Lu Yun's physical prowess was among the strongest she had ever seen, it now appeared that his strength went far beyond mere strength—it could even be described as extraordinary, even eccentric. It wasn't clear exactly what thought had prompted her, but as Zhang Yunqian lay limp and motionless on Lu Yun's body, Xue Huaing performed an action no one had expected. It seemed she wanted to verify whether Zhang Yunqian had truly been affected by Lu Yun's advances—without either Lu Yun or Zhang Yunqian noticing, she quietly shifted her position to where their legs intertwined, then slightly bent forward, fixing her gaze on Zhang Yunqian's damp, receptive area, which was gently engulfing Lu Yun's member. After taking a deep sniff, Xue Hua Ying's face suddenly turned pale. By now, she was certain that her cousin had indeed been brought to the peak state of ecstasy through Lu Yun's quiet, undisturbed lying position—she had detected the distinct scent of moisture that only women emit when reaching that profound state. This young man was truly exceptional. Though her cousin had already achieved the peak state and was actively guiding the process by sitting atop Lu Yun, maintaining full control, Lu Yun had managed to elevate her to that level with such calmness and apparent indifference—something Xue Hua Ying had never witnessed before. At this very moment, she longed deeply, desperately, to engage in a fierce confrontation with Lu Yun.