Chapter 1479 is more than that of Shi Yu. Fei Yan tightly pressed her red lips, unable to speak, fearing that as soon as she uttered a word, the sensation of countless ants crawling over her insides would compel her to make a sound. Lu Yun watched her flushed, rosy cheeks, and with a playful intent, teased, "This isn't fair at all." Fei Yan glanced at him, still silent, yet her eyes conveyed a quiet inquiry—where exactly was the unfairness? Lu Yun smiled and said, "Look, my beloved has been in your hands for so long now, yet you've never even allowed me to touch it once. Isn't that unfair?" Fei Yan remained speechless, unconsciously releasing her grip on Lu Yun's member, and though her hand pressure softened slightly, she still prevented Lu Yun from making the slightest advance. Though deeply embarrassed, she met Lu Yun's gaze with a gentle, warm smile, as if to say, now, isn't it fair? Wow, this is a complete loss—what I should have touched, I didn’t; what I touched, I let go. The deal’s a real disappointment. Yet, though his fingers were pressed, Lu Yun had his own way of making up for the loss. Besides his index finger, he still had three others to work with. At such close range, with just a slight movement, the other three fingers swiftly reached their destination, gently prying open the two soft, yielding doors. Immediately, his fingers were bathed in the refreshing spring water flowing from Feiyan’s little sister. Feiyan trembled all over, her cheeks flushed like they were on fire. Her already rapid breathing grew even more urgent, and the tight lips that had been pressed together now parted slightly, as though she couldn’t contain the pleasure Lu Yun’s fingers brought to her little sister. "Stupid girl, see how long you can hold out," Lu Yun murmured, though his view of Feiyan’s mysterious area was blocked—he couldn’t see clearly what was happening there. But his fingers, meanwhile, moved freely and freely explored the place where the clear spring water flowed. "No... no..." Flying Yan finally broke, her cheeks flushed and breathless, having managed only two words, as though she had used up all her strength. "No what?" Lu Yun asked with a mischievous smile. "Don't touch that—oh, it's so itchy... so itchy inside... so itchy..." she stammered. "What do you do when it gets itchy?" Lu Yun, showcasing his bad-boy charm with a thickness of skin more solid than a city wall, asked. Yan fidgeted nervously, trying to shift Lu Yun's hand away as he rubbed her arms, but her strength simply couldn't match his. After several attempts, not only did she fail to move his hand, but the very effort caused him to press even more insistently, his fingers exploring her body with ever-greater freedom. Yan longed for Lu Yun to remove his hand, yet... a soft, whispering voice within her murmured, oh, how comfortable this was. Beneath the complex contradiction, Fei Yan struggled for a moment before finally overcoming her shyness and said, "To relieve the itching..." As she spoke, whether intentionally or unconsciously, the idle hand retook hold of Lu Yun's prized member, increasing the rhythm of her movements significantly—now completely oblivious to the risk of injuring Lu Yun's cherished part. "Using your held treasure to relieve the itching?" Lu Yun's prized member was once again gently grasped by Fei Yan's delicate hands, bringing him deep comfort, yet he didn't forget what he ultimately desired. "Yes, using your treasure—using your treasure to relieve the itching of my little sister, my little sister, Lu Yun. I'm so uncomfortable, truly so—so empty inside, so eager for your treasure to enter me..." Fei Yan had completely forgotten herself. In ordinary circumstances, she would never have said such things—this clearly demonstrated the extraordinary sensitivity of her body. Lu Yun sighed wearily, as if completely oblivious to Fei Yan's growing feelings. "Yan, it's not that I don't want to help you. Look at the situation now—just having my fingers touch you requires endless resistance. Let alone using my mighty, magnificent body to comfort your lonely, empty, and cold little sister, who's so eager for that!" Fei Yan nodded, no longer shy. Her body's responses and needs had already taken over her mind. Upon hearing Lu Yun's words, she immediately released her hand pressing on his, murmuring softly, "Alright, my dear Yun. I want you to love me—use your mighty, magnificent body to comfort my little sister. My little sister wants your mighty, magnificent body to comfort her." With the pressure off his hands, and listening to Fei Yan's tender, flowing words, Lu Yun's blood surged with excitement. He rose slowly, gently placing Fei Yan on the bed so she could lie in the most comfortable position, facing him. Suddenly, in Feng Yan's mind, the scene from earlier when she was lying with Lu Yun on the bed came back—her legs, which had been separated, now came together, and her hands were buried in her face. Lu Yun lay on his side beside her and asked, "Yan'er, what's wrong?" After stammering for a while, Feng Yan finally said, "Lu Yun, I'm afraid that when you start talking about down there, it will be just like before—my voice will come out in a loud cry. What if Shi Yu walks in then?" Lu Yun chuckled and replied, "That won't happen. After last time's experience, Shi Yu won't be so impulsive anymore. Still, Yan'er, if it happens just like last time—before I've even fully inserted myself, you reach your climax—will you be able to hold back and not cry out so loudly?" Feng Yan blushed and said, "Yes, I can." "Then there's nothing else to worry about." "Lu Yun spoke, wrapping his arm around Fei Yan, their lips meeting and uniting. This time, Fei Yan had a bit of experience, no longer as stiff as at the beginning. Their kiss grew passionate, until they were both gasping for breath, only then parting reluctantly. Lu Yun chuckled, "Yan'er, your little tongue is so agile—your skill has me going from my mouth all the way to my very core." "Never mention it!" Fei Yan blushed deeply, a spoiled, cheeky fellow, having taken advantage of him and yet still insisting on telling everyone. How annoying! Yet how delightful—he loved the way he was always so charmingly mischievous. When he was bad, his words stirred her heart with such warmth and passion. Though she felt deeply embarrassed, she truly cherished Lu Yun in this way, loved him deeply. Closing her eyes gently, Fei Yan prepared herself for the storm of passion that was about to unfold in the voices of Shi Yu and the others. This time, Lu Yun wasn't as bold as he had been with Shi Yu and Xiao Zhu when before. When he saw Fei Yan close her eyes, he gently ran his fingers over the sparse, fur-covered mound on her shoulder without making a sound. Fortunately, the reaction wasn't as strong as it had been the first time—probably because his fingers had been playing with that area earlier. "Yan, your water flow is so abundant—it's even more than Shi Yu's," Lu Yun said, chuckling with a mischievous smile as he felt the stream of water in his hands. "Don't always say that, it's so embarrassing!" Fei Yan kept her eyes tightly shut, showing no sign of discomfort at all when Lu Yun mentioned other girls just before the moment of intimacy.