The fall of the AK-47 Having stored up strength for a long time, the AK-47—ready to launch a decisive assault—was now firmly grasped by Liu Nai, skillfully cradled in her hands. As she pressed gently, Lu Yun felt a deep, pleasant shiver run through his body, nearly prompting him to fire his rounds prematurely. Taking a deep breath, he worked hard to suppress the tingling sensation spreading up from the gun's stock. Gazing steadily at Liu Nai, whose posture had grown increasingly graceful, Lu Yun smiled with a knowing glint: "Madam, your lips are absolutely enchanting—more so than that famous Hong Kong actress, Shu." Liu Nai certainly looked good—standing about 1.65 meters tall, neither slender nor statuesque, but possessing an undeniable charm of her own. Her curves were well-defined where they should be: full in the right places, firm in the right spots, and gently rounded elsewhere. In Cheng Taiyuan Village, she was widely known as a beauty. Yet fate had been unkind—her husband, the very man who had married into this household with such promise, passed away too soon, leaving her to be remembered only as a brief bloom, a short-lived grace. On hearing Lu Yun’s words, Liu Nai finally diverted her gaze from the canvas tent she’d just erected. With a chuckle, she replied: "You brat—you were simply aiming for the very best, weren’t you? And yet, you called your own piece of equipment an 'AK-47,' imported goods no less—only to be gently pressed by me and almost surrender right there." "Someone truly understands me," Lu Yun said, calmly and without any blush. "Madam, I just took a hot shower this morning. Will you perhaps be kind enough to meet my request?" "Delusional!" Liu Nai declared with crisp authority, refusing flatly. "All your tricks—aren’t they simply taught by your third aunt? How embarrassing of you!" "Isn't there a classic saying: 'A man who is not bad, women will love him'? Have you never heard of it?" Lu Yun persisted, his face proudly flushed. "My third aunt has devoted all her skills to me—her life’s work—to secure my future. Madam, please don’t let your words sting." "Oh, there you are—the very boy I’ve been trying to hold down while you're doing this very thing! You never even help me out, and instead defend your third aunt! Isn't that the mark of a good student?" Liu Nai expressed her disapproval with evident irritation. Lu Yun grinned, his voice light: "That’s because the principle is simple—'A drop of gratitude should be repaid by a flowing spring.' And beyond that, my third aunt has shown me countless acts of kindness and care. I certainly don’t forget." On hearing this, Liu Nai paused mid-action, her hands trembling slightly as she smiled warmly: "What a truly devoted son! Your tribute to your third aunt—does it not make you the very model of filial piety?" Lu Yun blinked, then sighed with mild embarrassment: "If I don’t cultivate my fields, will they simply waste away? Surely that’s how one manages responsibilities." With that, he seized the opportunity while Liu Nai was still laughing and said, suddenly pressing his fingers deep into her most intimate spot. Liu Nai instantly responded—her tongue curled around his fingers, gently pushing them outward with strong effort. Lu Yun chuckled lightly, then continued to twist and stir his fingers within her. Occasionally, his palm would glide over the soft, yielding surface of her skin, sending a sudden wave of tingling sensation rising through his chest. "Ugh!" Liu Nai murmured, clearly unimpressed at first. "You haven’t washed your hands—get out of here! I'm going to be sick." Yet on closer inspection, her expression didn’t reflect any discomfort at all; instead, she savored the moment as though enjoying a piece of candy, occasionally sucking thoughtfully and humming softly. "Hmm…" Lu Yun replied, still slightly breathless. "Madam, your skill is truly remarkable," he added. "From now on, I’d like to reserve you for myself exclusively." "Agreed," Liu Nai said. "But first—make me feel truly satisfied. Otherwise, nothing will happen." "By the gods! This is unbearable!" Lu Yun felt a surge of warmth rushing upward through his chest; he could almost sense a liquid gushing from his nostrils. Quickly, he raised one hand to press against his nose. "So?" Liu Nai asked, tilting her head with confident pride, turning her gaze toward him. "Between you and your third aunt—whose charm do you find more compelling?" Lu Yun thought: "My third aunt is nearly forty—how could she possibly compare to you?" Yet he hadn’t anticipated just how fiery Liu Nai’s body was. Her firm, smooth abdomen, combined with that still-pristine region—the very essence of vitality—was enough to make even a man who had served as a eunuch in her presence feel deeply stirred and overwhelmed. Urge by urge, Lu Yun stepped forward, determined to guide her onto the ground. But Liu Nai smiled, deftly maneuvering her hands aside. "Slow down," she said with gentle amusement. "You haven’t yet seen all of my wares. The night is long; we have plenty of time." As she spoke, she gently pulled Lu Yun’s pants down to his knees. "Oh!" Lu Yun gasped, amazed at the sight of her now flushed face, radiating both surprise and delight. "Indeed—your presence is truly remarkable." "Of course," Lu Yun replied with a proud smile. "An imported model—quality guaranteed!" Though they had already been gently stroking and caressing each other for some time, when Liu Nai finally saw the AK-47 in its full glory, even her seasoned eyes were filled with genuine wonder. With one hand firmly holding the gun shaft, she reached out to touch the two grenades resting beside it—her right hand now poised just above them. With a swift, coordinated motion, both hands worked in tandem. As the dual actions unfolded, Lu Yun let out a deep, satisfying groan of pleasure. How different were married women and young girls who had yet to experience such intimacy! If only Xiao Ying were as proactive—what a difference that would make. As he daydreamed about this moment, he suddenly felt the once-energetic AK-47 being enveloped by warmth. Looking down, he was stunned. Before him stood an unforgettable scene: Liu Nai’s full lips slowly engulfing his prized AK-47—the very weapon he had so proudly wielded throughout their journey. Her tongue danced about like a playful monkey, rotating skillfully and with constant vigor, sending waves of intense pleasure surging through Lu Yun’s body—waves that grew stronger and more powerful until his entire frame trembled with excitement. The AK-47, though surrounded by relentless assaults from the enemy, remained resolute, its spirit unbroken. It repeatedly charged forward, striving to break free, determined to emerge triumphant. Yet the enemy forces were no ordinary troops—using movement as a weapon, they expertly guided the AK-47 deeper into their lines. Despite its vigorous efforts, the AK-47 could not create even a single opening through which it might escape. With both defense and offense pressing in on it, the AK-47 fought with growing intensity—the more pressure it faced, the more fiercely it pounded out volleys of fire—determined to fight until the last moment, even at the cost of total destruction. Liu Nai watched Lu Yun for a brief moment, then gently guided her tongue around his shaft, skillfully easing the intensity of its rapid pulses—the subtle artistry of her movements effectively dampened the AK-47’s frenzied momentum. As the ammunition dwindled and the AK-47 grew weary, the enemy attacks intensified. In despair, Lu Yun resolved to detonate both grenades with him—facing certain death as a final act of courage. But just as he began to execute this plan, the enemy anticipated his move—swiftly intercepting his last efforts before they could fully unfold—and then skillfully applied a series of subtle grasping techniques to seize all remaining rounds from the AK-47’s stock. Faced with this unexpected turn of events, Lu Yun cried out in frustration and rage—his body trembling as he strained against the pressure. A powerful jet of hot steam surged from his gun barrel, momentarily staggering the enemy troops into stunned silence. Later, when the enemy grew increasingly furious and launched a full-scale assault, Lu Yun finally gave up resistance—allowing them to press their advantage over him with relentless force. At last, under the relentless pressure, the AK-47 unleashed several powerful bursts of steam—the very essence of its spirit now emerging in one final surge—as it slowly bowed down, collapsing beneath the weight of accumulated effort. Even as he fell, his gun remained firmly pointed toward the enemy—never once uttering a plea for mercy. … To our readers: Note: This chapter is a bit playful and humorous—a delightful mix of romance and battlefield realism. I highly recommend checking out *The Thousand Beauties*, a masterwork from the Sacred City series—the future of urban romantic fiction awaits! The story "Rural Beauty 09, The Fall of the AK-47" has now come to an end.