Chapter 1478: A world belonging solely to the two of them. Unlike before, when several sisters were present, although Land Yun had asked her a rather shy question, Fei Yan had become noticeably more at ease. With a slightly bashful demeanor, she said, "I don't know exactly what it is, but I've never experienced this sensation—like, in that very moment, I seemed to float into the clouds, weightless, as if my very soul had been lost in that feeling." Land Yun was delighted; it seemed exactly as he had anticipated. He merely wondered whether it was due to her naturally heightened bodily sensitivity, or simply because of her nervousness and shyness. "Is there anything else?" Land Yun asked. After a moment's thought, Fei Yan suddenly blushed deeply, her cheeks glowing like fire, and with a touch of bashfulness, said, "I've just said that—please don't laugh at me." Lu Yun nodded seriously, assuring her, "Don't worry. How could I mock my own woman? I simply asked this to understand exactly how you felt at that moment. Only when we truly understand each other deeply can our lives—especially our intimacy—become more harmonious, particularly when we're together in bed." Fei Yan nodded with a somewhat puzzled expression, her face flushed, and said, "I felt as though water was spurting out from below, like something was flowing through my body. My inner part—my core—felt so itchy and empty. At that moment, all I could think about was having something come in to fill it, to completely occupy that space." By the time she finished speaking, Fei Yan had buried her entire face in Lu Yun's chest. Lu Yun was filled with unexpected excitement and enthusiasm. Clearly, this young woman was indeed quite physically sensitive—though this issue still needed further confirmation. "Once this thing is inserted, will it be able to fully fill your inner space?" Lu Yun chuckled, placing Fei Yan's hand onto his member. Fei Yan's small hand clearly trembled, instinctively gripping it, moving up and down several times. "Hmm..." Lu Yun felt a surge of electricity traveling up from his member, his entire body feeling incredibly comfortable. He unconsciously tightened his arms around Fei Yan's slender frame. "Did it hurt you?" Fei Yan asked, hesitantly. "You're so naive," Lu Yun said with a warm smile. "It's not even a bit painful anymore. You just gave me that little motion—so comfortable, in fact, that I couldn't help but murmur a few sighs." He found Fei Yan's innocence truly endearing; every subtle movement seemed to worry she might hurt herself, and he only grew more fond of her. "Oh," Fei Yan blinked, as if pondering something. After a brief silence, she suddenly repeated the up-and-down motion, with a genuine, childlike curiosity, asking, "Is it like this?" Lu Yun’s relaxed body tightened, nodding in agreement: “Yes, exactly like that. Yan is truly clever—she’s mastered it without any instruction at all.” “Pretending to be dull,” Fei Yan lightly scolded, yet didn’t understand—how could Lu Yun feel so comfortable with just her gentle up-and-down movements? Didn’t Po Yu and the others say that the big one had to be inserted deep into the girls’ intimate areas to feel truly comfortable? “Oh, Yan, you haven’t answered my question just now,” Lu Yun said, enjoying the delightful sensations Fei Yan’s delicate hands brought him, while still remembering his earlier query. Fei Yan was startled, puzzled: “Which question?” Lu Yun chuckled: “The one you mentioned when you described your climax—how your little sister felt itchy and empty, as if something needed to fill in the space. I asked you—can my beloved completely fill your intimate opening? You didn’t answer that, did you?” "Fei Yan suddenly became aware, her face turning red, yet her hands continued their movements without pause. Since she could make Lu Yun comfortable just by doing this, she would do her best to ensure Lu Yun felt as comfortable and joyful as possible." "Why aren't you speaking?" Lu Yun asked with a smile. Fei Yan whispered softly, as if barely audible, "I don't know—your body is so large. I'm afraid my lower part won't be able to accommodate it." Lu Yun smiled proudly and leaned close to her ear, speaking gently, "Yan, you won't have any trouble. Look—didn't you see that Shi Yu and the others have already been opened up by me? You'll be able to handle it too. In fact, the larger the body, the more pleasurable it will feel when it enters you. Have they ever told you that?" Fei Yan shook her head quickly. "Hmm, why is water now flowing out of the little eyes on top? It's so sticky!" Fei Yan suddenly gasped. Yet Lu Yun, in response to her words, suddenly trembled throughout his body and chuckled, "Yan, you've almost made me come." Indeed, while Lu Yun was speaking to Fei Yan, Fei Yan had been intently concentrating, gently tapping Lu Yun's head with her hand to remove dust. As she continued, she suddenly noticed a clear, viscous liquid seeping out from the small opening on Lu Yun's dragon-head. Curious, she gently touched it with her fingertip. This simple gesture caused Lu Yun, completely unprepared, to tremble all over. If Fei Yan's delicate tapping brought a sensation to Lu Yun like slender snakes, then this subtle touch felt like massive pythons suddenly surging into his body, delivering an unparalleled, exhilarating pleasure. "What's wrong?" Fei Yan noticed Lu Yun's sudden shivers and quickly asked. "Nothing at all. Just incredibly comfortable—haha, it's almost exactly like the feeling I get when I'm with you," Lu Yun chuckled. Fei Yan hummed softly, continuing to help Lu Yun operate the dust machine, her eyes lingering on the transparent liquid clinging to her fingers. "It really is so sticky," she murmured. Lu Yun chuckled, shook his head, and said, "Yan, I'm just like you—when I'm comfortable, a flow of liquid comes out. The difference is, you women tend to produce more." Fei Yan suddenly remembered: whenever she thought of being close to Lu Yun, her lower body would grow damp—probably that very liquid. "Don't believe me? I'll show you." With that, Lu Yun's hand gently traced up the long, graceful legs of Fei Yan. Fei Yan hadn't quite understood what Lu Yun meant when he spoke, but suddenly felt a tingling sensation spreading down her legs, making her heart itch as well. Looking down, she realized Lu Yun's index finger was slowly tracing upward from the curve of her thigh, and in a moment, it had reached her thigh root. The warmth and tingling intensified, and unexpectedly, a warm current surged up from her lower abdomen. Fei Yan felt as though her younger sister—her little sister—had slightly opened her mouth, and a warm flow followed. "Ah—" Fei Yan quickly pressed down on Lu Yun's hand, trying to stop him. Lu Yun turned to look at her, smiled playfully and said, "What's wrong? Isn't it comfortable?" Fei Yan shook her head vigorously, her lips slightly parted, her breath quickening. "Then why aren't you letting me continue? We're almost there, aren't we?" Lu Yun smiled wickedly. Fei Yan pressed down on her fingers, but in truth, Lu Yun felt even more at ease—since his fingers had already slipped to the base of Fei Yan’s thigh, the pressure now pressed his palm firmly against her thigh. He could clearly feel the warm, moist heat of her body beneath.