The village belle, Chapter 749, the hidden one, Chapter 749 – Ma Cuihua glared at Lu Yun with disdain, saying, "What do you know? It's simply the men from our area who aren't up to it—this method isn't ineffective at all. Look at yourself now—don't you feel more confident than you did in any of the previous attempts?" Lu Yun looked down at the object in Ma Cuihua’s hands and felt genuinely more comfortable than in any previous encounter. The object seemed to be a dragon, long sealed for tens of thousands of years, its veins bulging with intensity. As soon as Ma Cuihua finished speaking, a sudden droplet of water surged from the tip of the object, directly landing on the still-open mouth of Ma Cuihua. Eh… Ma Cuihua was caught off guard, splashed right in the face. She stared at Lu Yun’s still-towering object, mouth slightly agape, idly pursing her lips, clearly enchanted by the sensation—she seemed to genuinely enjoy this feeling. Lu Yun had originally expected Ma Cuihua to react with frustration or even anger, but instead, she seemed so delighted by this sensation. Well, if she likes it, then why not give her a little more? With his mind’s intent, Lu Yun tried to guide his object to nourish Ma Cuihua, but after all his efforts, not only did no water emerge, but even a single trace of normal mucus failed to appear. He was surprised—could it really be that the sudden water droplet he had sprayed into Ma C "Is there anything else?" Ma Cuihua suddenly lifted her head, staring at Lu Yun in astonishment. Lu Yun wasn't expelling his own essence nor urine—he couldn't quite explain what it was. Yet he could clearly feel, after it was expelled, an overwhelming fatigue as if his entire body had been disassembled. Previously, even when he fought alone against three or four young wives, he had never felt such exhaustion. Now, merely expelling a single emission that wasn't quite his essence, he began to feel drowsy, as though he might fall asleep. Lu Yun suddenly recalled those short-reigned emperors, many of whom had died prematurely due to excessive indulgence. Thinking of his own recent days of constant revelry and intense passion—often prevailing against several elderly consorts at a time—he wondered if this was now the lingering effect of such overindulgence. "It's gone," Lu Yun felt a subtle sense of apprehension. He wasn't afraid of dying, but if he were to die prematurely because of this, he wouldn't be content. His imperial harem had still not been fully established, and he couldn't just fade away like this. Even if he did pass, he wanted to do so only after having built a grand harem and experienced the beauty of countless women across the land. Hearing Lu Yun's words, Ma Cuihua chuckled, "Do you know why it's gone now?" Lu Yun shook his head in茫然, still pondering why, despite having never truly faced Ma Cuihua in a full-blown, hands-on confrontation, he now felt drowsy and lacked the energy to stay alert. Ma Cuihua hadn't noticed the unusual change in Lu Yun's expression, and with a smile, she said, "I'll tell you—your condition is entirely due to my efforts." "Your efforts?" Lu Yun asked in surprise. Ma Cuihua beamed with pride and replied, "Of course! Otherwise, how could you have blown out so quickly?" Lu Yun was stunned. He hadn’t actually sprayed out—no, it was something else, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Mid-sentence, he found himself staring at Ma Cuihua, at a loss as to how to respond to her. “Little Yun, it was precisely when I massaged your left and right sides with my palms just now that you sprayed out so quickly. This royal secret formula truly works—especially for someone as fierce as you. It even manages to subdue you, which is quite remarkable! Hahahaha…” With genuine delight, Ma Cuihua laughed proudly, as if she now had the power to make Lu Yun listen to her every word. Lu Yun gave a dismissive shrug. “So that explains why so many emperors don’t live long. It’s all because of this formula. With three thousand imperial consorts, each one coming to play in turn, and each using this method, I’d be worn out just trying to keep up. If I’m not already turned into a dry piece of meat, that’d be a miracle.” Three thousand beautiful consorts—each one a unique, distinct waterfall of grace—like three thousand separate Water Curtain Halls. One wonders You're just talking without any proof—how can I know whether what you're saying is true or not?" Lu Yun expressed his doubts and skepticism. Ma Cuihua huffed and said, "I'm telling you this doesn't matter much, but you must promise me you won't tell anyone else." Upon hearing that Ma Cuihua was willing to share the secret with him, Lu Yun naturally agreed to keep the matter strictly confidential and immediately leaned forward, listening intently as Ma Cuihua explained. Ma Cuihua cleared her throat, released her grip on Lu Yun's hands, and looked at him with a half-smiling expression. "This story has a long background," she said. "Will you not be delayed in getting to class because of it?" "Knowing that Ma Cuihua was deliberately holding back, Lu Yun didn't rush. He casually plucked a grass stem from the ground and bit into it, speaking carelessly, 'Just say what's on your mind. If you don't want to say something, shouldn't I be the one pressing you? As for school matters, don't worry about me—naturally, I'll manage my schedule so I never arrive late.' Ma Cuihua chuckled, 'Well, then, I won't waste any more time with you. Listen closely now.' Seeing Ma Cuihua's expression grow serious, Lu Yun quickly set aside all distractions and focused entirely on the secret she was about to reveal. 'Hah! What's so tense about it? You don't even have to become a eunuch!' Ma Cuihua teased, noticing Lu Yun's intense demeanor. Honestly, this old lady is deliberately making me nervous... Rural Beauty 749, Main Text 749 – Secret Updated!"