Hearing Liang Hongyu’s delicate, shy words, Lu Yun could hardly contain his laughter—this girl wasn’t just silly and sweet; she was truly endearing. Still, the classroom bell had prevented him from even getting a proper chance to kiss her. The back-and-forth Q&A between Lu Yun and Yang Yanping had, however, allowed his own cunning plan to unfold perfectly—a true embodiment of that ancient saying: “When the old man loses his horse, who knows it might not be good fortune?” "Alright," Lu Yun pretended to be helpless, looking at Liang Hongyu with a mournful expression, as if he wanted someone to give him a good beating. "Just don’t forget after class!" Liang Hongyu nodded shyly, her face flushed red, and wished she could vanish into the floorboards. "Female anatomy—" Lu Yun gave a sly smile, lowering his voice as he recited from the textbook. Without speaking, Liang Hongyu quietly sobbed, turning her body slightly so that her curves were hidden behind her. For her, this class had become one of the most torturous moments in her life over the past decade. On the surface, Lu Yun pretended to be reading; yet deep inside his mind, he was vividly imagining the scene where Liang Hongyu gently massaged him—how she must have pressed and kneaded with a tender touch. "Little one," he murmured under his breath, stroking the growing stiffness of his own body, "Now isn’t your time to shine? Just be patient, okay?" The boys continued their lively conversations, while the girls discussed in hushed tones about differences between male and female bodies. Lu Yun glanced at a group of girls gathered together, thinking: “Future wild cat—eventually I’ll have to take on all of you.” Yang Yanping, once so diligent and composed, had not returned to the classroom since stepping out after class. “Nasal picking? Really? She must’ve gone off in search of her own personal grooming session,” Lu Yun thought with quiet disdain—wasting a perfectly available resource by going outside on her own! At last, the final bell rang. All students rushed out as quickly as possible, leaving Lu Yun wondering if they’d all gone to meet someone secretly—their eagerness was so intense it felt like they were burning up with excitement. "Lu Yun," Liang Hongyu turned toward him, her voice soft, sweet, and intimate—honeyed with shyness and warmth. "How do you feel now?" Lu Yun jolted, his body trembling. His little member nearly gave out a white foam of shock. "It’s still manageable," he admitted, smiling with a hint of mischief, "though it's swelling even more now." "Then… then why don’t you go see the doctor yourself?" Upon hearing this, Lu Yun was furious—how could she expect him to go find a doctor after waiting so long? Was she unaware, or simply pretending to be pure-hearted? "Class president," he said with growing irritation, "Are you trying to back out now?" "No… no, I can absolutely help right now!" Liang Hongyu turned toward him, still avoiding direct eye contact. Her fingers hovered uncertainly, unsure where to place them. Her cheeks flushed red, her eyes darting around nervously as if someone might suddenly burst in and witness the very act of massaging him. "Class president," Lu Yun continued gently, "Are you feeling any sense of injustice? I truly don’t want to be unkind—only that this swelling is growing worse. If we don’t attend to it now, complications are certain. Just test it yourself: compare how it feels now with what you felt earlier." Lu Yun wasn’t unaware of the delicate nature of Liang Hongyu’s emotions; indeed, her very demeanor spoke volumes—like even a stone would have melted under such sensitivity. Yet Lu Yun knew that if he softened now, the momentum of his own plans would be lost. For the sake of his little member’s future happiness, he had to temporarily settle for the gentle girl’s current shyness. "Class president," Lu Yun sighed, "It’s swelling again—so painful!" He hummed in a weak voice as he gently passed his stiffened body into her hands. "Wait! Just… just don’t call me out—can I help you with that?" Liang Hongyu gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and carefully grasped the firm member in her palms. A sudden warmth surged through her hands—so intense it nearly caused her to drop it. "Class president," Lu Yun added with a wink, "Just be gentle—I’ll give you the wind!" Lu Yun truly was the most devilish of young men—the very words he said were so utterly unseemly, they might even have made the Great Wall’s walls collapse halfway! Liang Hongyu’s cheeks now glowed like morning sunsets—her face flushed deeply, her hands trembling as she reached toward where Lu Yun had arranged his “tents.” The solid sensation once again filled her palms. Her heart raced with sudden excitement. While watching the classroom door, Lu Yun comfortably sighed and hummed, marveling at how naturally Liang Hongyu had mastered the rhythm—her pressure was so perfectly balanced. "Lu Yun," Liang Hongyu gasped suddenly, "How is this possible? It’s… it’s even bigger now!" Lu Yun smiled, amused—he could hardly believe she felt that way. "Perhaps you didn’t massage it long enough. Or maybe the clothes were in between, reducing the effectiveness. Now it's just swelling more." He offered a stream of excuses, seemingly with no end to his explanations. Such playful manipulation was only suitable for someone like Liang Hongyu—someone else would likely have already taken him to task with a good scolding. "So… so how should we go about reducing the swelling?" Liang Hongyu asked, utterly bewildered, still not realizing that Lu Yun was merely teasing her throughout—all she cared about was helping him recover. Lu Yun paused thoughtfully, then couldn’t think of any solid solutions either. "Lu Yun," Liang Hongyu blurted out, suddenly seeing his serious expression and the size of the object in question—she was completely stunned. "You… you’re so terrible!" She flushed, embarrassed, quickly turned around, and covered her face with one hand, mortified beyond words. "Class president," Lu Yun said patiently, pointing to the now-significant swelling, "Didn’t I tell you? You’ve seen it yourself—how swollen it has become?" Liang Hongyu stood utterly still, never having witnessed such an event before. When she’d previously seen children of just a few years old using the restroom, her face had turned bright red in embarrassment; how could she have imagined Lu Yun now holding such a commanding presence? "Class president," Lu Yun gently reminded, "We only have fifteen minutes between classes—once that time passes, other students will enter. Then we’ll have absolutely no chance!" "But… but if we keep doing this, won’t it be too embarrassing?" Liang Hongyu asked, her voice trembling with anxiety. Lu Yun blinked in surprise: “Wouldn’t it be because you’ve been gently pressing on me all along that the swelling has become so severe? Oh no—what will I do now if it keeps growing worse?” Hearing Lu Yun speak of such dramatic consequences, Liang Hongyu realized she had indeed contributed to the problem. After a long moment of inner struggle, she finally overcame her youthful reserve and slowly reached out with her hands… Oh my heavens! The once-pure, pristine Liang Hongyu—like a sheet of untouched white paper—had now taken on the very first act of intimacy in her life under Lu Yun’s half-confrontational, half-enthralling guidance. ... Chapter 34: Rural Elegant Wife — Updated and Completed!