Chapter 1445: The Stove Pit and the Firestick "Brother, I'm a bit afraid. Why don't you come with me?" Zhang Ning approached the door, still not fully confident that Lu Yun could handle his fiery sister alone. "Hehe, Sister, let me have your stove pit to punish my fire poker!" Lu Yun chuckled, rolling over swiftly from the ground and rushing toward Liu Yun with quick strides, smirking. "Sister, just now I brushed against you—don't you feel it?" Liu Yun swiftly pushed aside Lu Yun's hands reaching toward her chest, warning, "Little Yun, I'm serious. No matter how much you like Xiao Ning, or how much Xiao Ning likes you, as long as Xiao Ning hasn't stopped practicing that particular skill, you mustn't touch her—understood? Otherwise, the consequences will be serious." Lu Yun paused, looking at Liu Yun's serious expression, and asked, "Sister, does that skill Xiao Ning is practicing require a virgin body to continue being practiced?" Li Yun said nothing, but reiterated, "Just remember what I've said—don't do anything out of the ordinary. If you're feeling restless and want to do something, your sister-in-law will encourage you, but absolutely don't think of making any moves on Xiao Ning. " Smiling gracefully at Lu Yun, Li Yun leaned close to him, reached out, and grasped the still-burning poker that hadn't yet ceased its activity, her voice sultry. "After all, what's so special about a virgin? Though her lower part hasn't been explored yet and is quite tight—making you feel comfortable—your sister-in-law will surely make you feel even more at ease." Lu Yun nodded seriously, though in his heart he was thinking: if the cultivation technique that Ms. Ning has been practicing can only be sustained by virgins, then he wouldn't mind securing Zhang Ning a little earlier. Thinking it over, she nodded in agreement with Liu Yun's words, smiling wryly. "You're absolutely right, Sister. At your age, you're just as fresh and juicy as spring water—full of vitality, like a wolf or a tiger—surely more appealing than a still-green, inexperienced young girl." As soon as she finished speaking, her hand already slipped inside Liu Yun's dress, firmly caressing the pair of snow-capped peaks through the sheer fabric. Liu Yun soon grew breathless under Lu Yun's attentions, her face flushed deeply. In fact, when she had first entered the room, upon seeing Lu Yun lying atop Zhang Ning, a pang of jealousy had unexpectedly stirred in her heart. A vivid image of Lu Yun's staff moving in and out at Zhang Ning's place had naturally formed in her mind—she had already been dampened by then. "You're a real pain, aren't you? While Xiao Ning's away, hurry up and use your fire poker to poke at your sister's stove pit—quick now! The stove pit's already flooded. If you don't poke it a few times, how are you supposed to have your meals cooked?" Liu Yun finally couldn't hold back, gripping Lu Yun's fire poker in one hand and hurrying toward the bed. "Oh, Sister, move slowly! You're still holding onto my poker—be careful not to pull it right out of my hands, or I'll lose it before I even get a chance to poke the stove pit!" Being pulled along by Liu Yun, Lu Yun couldn't keep up with her pace, and the sudden strain made his belongings feel as though they were being torn apart. Liu Yun paused, then covered her mouth with a chuckle, stopping to say, "You little pest—this is your punishment for bothering Xiao Ning earlier. This time, you'd better keep up, or you'll feel it again." Li Yun couldn’t hold it any longer. She went to the bed with Lu Yun and immediately lifted her knee-length skirt up to her waist, then placed both hands on the headboard, turning her back to Lu Yun and saying, “Xiao Yun, we don’t have much time—go around back and stir up my kitchen fire.” Lu Yun stared at the two broad, white thighs wrapped in Li Yun’s pale, short pants, his heart suddenly blazing with heat, the fire poker growing taller and harder than before, as if forged of iron. With each hand gripping one of Li Yun’s broad thighs, Lu Yun tried to hold on, but Li Yun began to move freely, twisting and turning, and urged him with a voice full of impatience, “Xiao Yun, don’t dawdle—my kitchen fire is already quite damp. Just go right in and stir it.” Lu Yun chuckled quietly, then, bowing respectfully, let Li Yun’s short pants slide down. Before him now, revealed in the lush setting, was a delicate, pink expanse. This woman—she really was teasing him! In just a few moments, she had already started flowing so much moisture. Lu Yun extended his finger and poked at that spot several times, confirming to himself that if he launched a sudden assault, Li Yun could still bear it. Then he immediately mounted his horse, aimed squarely at the enemy's mouth, and drove his lance through with a single thrust. Lu Yun chuckled, saying, "Sister, the way you put it, I was counting on you to feed me at this stove pit. How could I hold back and keep you waiting? Just stay put—soon the storm will break. Be careful; don’t let yourself get too excited and start calling out." As he spoke, he gently pressed his hands against Li Yun’s broad, smooth shoulders, and a fierce, powerful gale surged forth, rushing with the speed of a typhoon. Li Yun found herself unable to hold back, her body trembling as she emitted a series of soft, almost weeping sighs. The wind and rain pounded together, creating a sound like waves crashing against massive rocks, a continuous, rhythmic patter. Under the relentless onslaught from Lu Yun, Li Yun felt as though she were a small boat swaying in a violent storm—endangered and unsteady. Yet, despite the peril, a deep, exhilarating sense of euphoria surged through her entire body, as if she were being lifted toward the heavens.