The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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She instinctively brought her legs together, but she couldn't stop the shameful throbbing and dampness that came from deep within her body.

She covered her mouth.

But this action only made the alcohol surge up again, as if it had found a powerful outlet for human anger, impacting her limbs and bones, causing her to tremble uncontrollably, as if she were in a world of extremes.

Li Qingluo's snow-white, voluptuous body writhed and convulsed violently under the man's brutal whipping. Her screams filled with pain, and the scene of her breasts splattering, which made people blush, were like the most intense and fierce stimulation to every sensitive nerve in her body.

An indescribable, intense feeling of envy, mixed with shame and longing, clung tightly to her heart like vines.

She had never imagined that a man and a woman could be so...so wild, so...so...exciting!

Compared to the scene before her, which was full of primal wildness and a sense of conquest, the respectful and restrained intimacy between her and that "Brother Jing" was as bland and tasteless as plain water!

"Uh...uh..."

She let out a series of suppressed, soft sobs.

Unconsciously, her slender, free hand, which wasn't covering her mouth, trembled slightly and uncontrollably reached between her legs.

Where her fingertips touched, there was a scalding heat and a slippery surface. The intense emptiness and longing that almost devoured her made it impossible for her to endure any longer.

Her fingers, clumsy yet eager, gently and tentatively began to slowly rub and press through the thin, already soaked underpants.

Each slight touch sent a series of fine, electric-like sensations through her, making her tremble even more violently, and causing the muffled moans from her mouth to become more rapid and broken.

She seemed to transform into her beloved sister in the pavilion, who was being wantonly humiliated, experiencing the forbidden feeling that mixed shame, pain, and extreme pleasure.

However, precisely because she was immersed in this sudden and intense self-consolation, she was momentarily careless and, due to the impact, abruptly tightened the fingers covering her mouth. Unable to completely suppress it, a short, lewd moan, like a kitten in heat, still leaked out from between her fingers.

"Yeah~"

Although the sound was not loud, it was exceptionally clear in the quiet night, where only the sounds of whipping and panting could be heard!

Inside the pavilion, Wang Meng froze, as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water!

"Who?!"

His reaction was incredibly sharp. Almost at the same time that seductive moan rang out, he turned his head abruptly like a big cat whose tail had been stepped on. His sharp, knife-like gaze instantly locked onto the suspicious shadow behind the peony bushes!

Wang Meng's heart almost jumped out of his throat at that moment!

Judging from that voice, it's a woman!

Is he Li Qingluo's accomplice?

Before he could think any further, Wang Meng's burly body shot out like an arrow, rushing to the clump of peonies in a few steps. With a wave of his hand, he cleared away all the obstructing branches and leaves!

Under the moonlight, a young woman dressed in a pale yellow dress sat slumped on the ground, her face contorted with shame. One hand was still instinctively covering her mouth, while the other hand... remained between her slightly parted legs, her posture extremely lewd!

Her once bright, watery eyes were now wide open in shock and shame, filled with disbelief and despair.

Her luscious cherry lips were still slightly parted, as if the lingering echo of that enchanting moan remained.

When Wang Meng saw who it was, he was first stunned, then a look of amazement and... an even stronger possessiveness flashed in his eyes!

This woman is so beautiful!

Compared to Li Qingluo, she possessed a greater degree of charm and liveliness!

And judging from her appearance just now, she's clearly someone who can't stand being alone!

Feeling chills from Wang Meng's aggressive gaze, she sobered up instantly, screamed, and tried to get up and run away.

But Wang Meng would never give her that chance!

He was already on the verge of death, and now he had stumbled upon such a stunning beauty who had offered herself up to him. How could he possibly let her go!

"Want to run?"

Wang Meng let out a low roar, stretched out his long arm, and grabbed that slender, fair wrist accurately, just like an eagle catching a chick!

"Let me go! You..."

Shocked and enraged, he unleashed his inner strength, ready to kill Wang Meng with a single blow.

But because of the alcohol, he was a step too late. With a sudden burst of strength, he roughly pulled that delicate body into his arms!

A rich, intoxicating aroma, a blend of wine and a woman's unique scent, instantly enveloped Wang Meng.

He lowered his head and looked at the pretty face in his arms, which was even more beautiful because of fear and shame, and her slightly trembling red lips like ripe cherries. He could no longer suppress the evil fire in his heart!

Without the slightest hesitation or probing, the figure suddenly lowered, his hot breath spraying through the thin fabric onto her startled, slightly parted cherry lips.

The next instant, a mouth with the rough texture of fabric pressed fiercely, with an undeniable domineering and predatory intent, onto the small, delicate lips that hadn't even uttered a cry of surprise!

The feeling was so brutal and direct, carrying a primal, unreasonable sense of invasion.

The fabric fibers rubbed against her delicate lips, and she could even taste the salty bitterness of sweat and the unfamiliar, somewhat wild scent of the man.

A sudden "boom" went through his mind, leaving it completely blank.

Her bright almond-shaped eyes widened instantly, clearly reflecting the face that was so close, mostly covered by a cloth, and those eyes that seemed to be burning with desire.

A mere moment of stunned silence wasn't enough for her to fully savor the taste of this sudden, aggressive kiss.

However, her body's instinctive reactions, or rather, the superior martial arts she had practiced for many years, had already begun to operate on their own before her consciousness could even register it.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap echoed through the pavilion filled with the steam of the hot spring!

The person in the pale yellow clothes almost instinctively swung out a palm.

The palm strike was fierce, carrying her profound internal strength, and landed solidly on the chest of the audacious Wang Meng.

"puff!"

Wang Meng felt an overwhelming force strike him, as if an invisible giant hammer had slammed into his chest.

A sweet taste rose in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out uncontrollably, tracing a horrifying arc in the air before splashing onto the warm jade stones beside the hot spring pool, the crimson spots a shocking sight.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the vermilion pillars of the pavilion before falling to the ground in a disheveled state.

That palm strike was incredibly powerful!

Even a top-notch martial artist in the ordinary world would likely suffer broken bones and tendons, and would lose half their life if they were to take such a blow from her.

However, the moment she waved her hand, a strange sense of regret surged into her heart like a tide.

Looking at Wang Meng spitting blood and collapsing to the ground in a sorry state, she felt not pleasure, but rather a complex and indescribable feeling.

She was unaware that her earlier spying had caused this "trouble," and this guilt was her own.

Or perhaps it was because that brief yet brutal kiss had thrown an unexpected pebble into the lake of her heart, stirring up ripples that she herself hadn't even noticed.

Wang Meng struggled, the excruciating pain almost causing him to faint.

His clothes were soaked in blood, and he could clearly feel that a piece of his sternum had caved in slightly.

If it weren't for the fact that he currently possessed the "Dragon Essence and Tiger Fierce Thirteen Kidneys"!

His physical strength is thirteen times that of an average person.

He would probably die from the collapse of his internal organs if struck by a single blow.

Wang Meng struggled to his feet.

He dared not linger for a moment, nor did he bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He simply clutched his slightly sunken chest, a flicker of fear and resentment in his eyes. He scrambled out of the spring-filled hot spring pavilion, using the last of his strength. His bare back looked particularly disheveled in the moonlight.

"Hey……"

Li Qingluo was holding onto the stone railing by the pavilion, barely managing to regain her balance after being in a weak and limp state.

She watched helplessly as Wang Meng's naked, blood-stained figure staggered away into the night. Instinctively, she reached out her hand, as if wanting to call out to him or say something.

But the words caught in his throat and turned into a soft sigh; in the end, he couldn't say anything.

She slowly turned her head to look at the pale yellow dress that was still standing there, her pretty face still flushed and her expression complicated. Her eyes were filled with undisguised resentment and a trace of barely perceptible hatred.

'You, Huang Rong…'

Li Qingluo cried out silently in her heart.

You have your beloved Jing-gege who dotes on you, and you live a harmonious and joyful life, with music and song every night, just like a god!

And me?

How many years have I been living like a widow?

Do you know what it feels like to sleep alone day and night?

Finally... finally found a good "lover" who can stir up some ripples in my stagnant pool... Although he's a bit rough, his raw energy and his recklessness... are exactly what I'm looking for!

It looked like it was about to... it was about to... but then, you knocked them all away with that one slap!

You're happy now, but have you thought about me?

Of course... such things can only be said in one's heart, but her resentful gaze, the alluring pink trim on her body, and the pale white liquid slowly flowing down from the snow-capped peak...

Yet, it still made the girl in the pale yellow dress feel waves of shame and... a sour feeling in her heart.

Chapter Eleven: Dragon Island, Zhao Song!

Wang Meng felt nothing but the taste of blood and a burning, excruciating pain in his throat.

The feeling of his chest caved in made each breath feel like countless steel needles pricking him.

He dared not turn around, nor even think about whether the pale yellow figure would catch up or deliver another blow.

He was naked, staggering, each step causing excruciating pain in his chest. Large beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead, mingling with the blood at the corner of his mouth, making him look even more disheveled.

He could feel the night wind chilling his back, while his chest felt like it was burning with fire.

If it weren't for the extraordinary constitution of "Dragon Essence and Tiger Fierce Thirteen Kidneys" taking effect, forcibly keeping him alive and suppressing the injuries that were almost causing him to collapse.

An ordinary person, after being struck by a palm strike from Huang Rong that was imbued with internal energy, would have already been sent to the underworld by now, but he stubbornly endured it.

Even so, every step felt like walking on a knife's edge, as if his internal organs had shifted. Faintly discerning his direction, he, like a wounded wild beast, instinctively lunged towards the location of his house, the place he remembered.

The swaying shadows of the trees transformed into terrifying pursuers in his eyes.

Finally, the familiar courtyard gate came into view.

He practically lunged forward, using the last of his strength to push open the door, staggered inside, and then slammed the bolt shut behind him.

"boom!"