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Her long, slender legs had somehow parted slightly, as if silently inviting, or perhaps tacitly agreeing to what was to come.
Even her waist began to twist and grind uncontrollably.
But Li Qingluo was, after all, Li Qingluo, the proud Lady Wang.
Even though her body's instincts had given in, her dignity wouldn't allow her to succumb so easily.
"Get out of here...you...beast!"
She unleashed astonishing strength once more, struggling violently, her nails like sharp eagle claws, scratching fiercely at Wang Meng's bronze, muscular arms and chest.
Several conspicuous bloodstains immediately appeared on his body, causing a burning pain.
This familiar pain instantly reminded Wang Meng of the scene where he was severely beaten with a board.
The humiliation and resentment were like adding fuel to the fire, making his eyes bloodshot and his breathing even heavier.
He looked at Li Qingluo's pretty face, flushed red with anger and shame, and her fair, smooth, and curvaceous body, which appeared exceptionally fair and smooth in the moonlight.
He stretched out his large, fan-like hand and ripped off the last remaining, barely-there, thin veil covering Li Qingluo's body!
Wang Meng's fingers trembled slightly, and a pure and domineering internal force arose from his dantian, flowing along his meridians and into the thin gauze fragment he had torn off.
The sacred fire brewing in the dantian generates supreme yang energy, which, with the support of the thirteen kidneys, explodes with masculine power, becoming indestructible.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the originally thin and soft gauze, under the infusion of this extremely strong internal energy, quickly solidified and tightened, becoming incredibly tough, just like a carefully tanned, slender and elastic willow whip!
Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Meng flicked his wrist, and the "whip" formed from thin gauze whistled through the air, forcefully lashing up at Li Qinglao's towering, snow-white right breast, which was heaving violently with anger and shame!
"Snapped!"
With a crisp, yet somewhat muffled, crackling sound, a clear, slightly pinkish welt instantly appeared on her fair and delicate skin, creating a striking contrast with the surrounding white complexion. It was shocking to behold, yet it also carried a strange, exhilarating thrill.
"what!"
Li Qingluo's body trembled violently as if struck by an electric current, and she let out a shrill scream that was both shrill and incredulous, as if it were a mixture of extreme pain and extreme pleasure.
She never imagined that this vulgar man would dare to treat her in such a... so despicable and shameless way!
The burning pain spread rapidly from the spot where she was whipped, like a wildfire that instantly ignited all her senses.
However, amidst this extreme pain and humiliation, an even stronger, more turbulent, and completely irresistible strange force erupted from the deepest part of her body like a flood bursting its banks!
Her eyes widened suddenly, her pupils dilating instantly from the sudden, intense stimulation. Her body convulsed and arched uncontrollably, like a fish out of water, and her toes curled up in pain.
A surge of scalding heat erupted in her lower abdomen, overwhelming her shame, anger, and reason, as if her soul had left her body.
A broken moan, its meaning ambiguous, escaped her throat, sounding both like a dying sob and like extreme pleasure.
A faint yellow hue quietly spread from beneath her body. It was an exquisite color, as sweet as honey and as warm as the morning sun.
It slowly seeped out, soaking the ground beneath it and leaving an ambiguous water stain. Upon closer inspection, some white, viscous substances were mixed in with the edges of the yellow liquid.
What's even more embarrassing is that, with that extreme outburst, the two snow-white peaks that Wang Meng had been "focusing on" and that were already slightly swollen and aching from passion, suddenly gushed out two thin streams of warm liquid from their two rosy buds, just like ripe berries!
The milky-white liquid, with a faint sweet and fishy smell, spilled like broken pearls onto her slightly heaving chest and also wet Wang Meng's excited face.
Wang Meng raised his long whip once again.
"Like it?"
"Madam Wang!"
"clatter!"
"Da da!"
"Da da da!"
Chapter 10: The two women resented each other and fled in disarray.
"Chief Huang, Madam has ordered that no one is allowed to approach the hot spring pavilion, please..."
Before the maid could finish speaking, the young man in the bright yellow dress lifted his jade-like fingers and casually brushed them across a spot on her chest.
The maid felt her breath catch in her throat, her body stiffened, and she could not speak. She watched helplessly as the pale yellow figure, with a touch of drunken languor and an indescribable allure, strolled past her.
But after walking only a few steps, the woman in the pale yellow dress swayed a few times.
It seemed that the pressure point technique had been used too forcefully, and the effects of the alcohol were rising again. Her steps were slightly unsteady, and two intoxicating blushes rose on her cheeks. Her watery peach blossom eyes sparkled, and her every glance possessed a captivating charm that could make one's heart flutter.
This wasn't her first time visiting Mantuo Manor.
As Li Qingluo's close friend, she would come to stay for a few days almost every year on Li Qingluo's birthday. She was already as familiar with the pavilions, towers, winding paths and corridors of the villa as she was with her own home.
"Hmm... the plum wine from Mantuo Manor really has a strong aftereffect..."
She stretched out her small, jade-like hand and gently rubbed her slightly throbbing temples. Her cherry lips parted slightly, and her breath was fragrant with the aroma of wine, carrying a rich scent and a hint of sweetness that evoked all sorts of fantasies.
In the blink of an eye, her graceful figure bypassed the maid who had been immobilized by pressure points and disappeared at the end of the long path shaded by flowers and trees.
A gentle night breeze carried the fragrance of flowers and the scent of moisture, along with some... strange sounds.
The woman in the pale yellow dress was walking in front of a moon gate when her ear twitched slightly, and her previously dazed eyes suddenly became clearer.
The sound was intermittent, sometimes high and sometimes low, like a woman's weeping, or a suppressed moan, mixed with some strange panting and a whooshing sound that made her cheeks feel faintly hot.
"Qingluo?"
She subconsciously furrowed her brows; the voice was coming from the direction of the hot spring pavilion. Mei, Mei didn't think about having time, Mei didn't think about it...
Could it be... that something happened?
The effects of the alcohol seemed to subside somewhat at that moment, but the body, made exceptionally sensitive by the alcohol, reacted strangely to the faint moans.
She instinctively stopped in her tracks, held her breath, and listened intently.
The sound grew clearer and clearer, and also became increasingly... unbearable to hear.
There were screams from women, heavy breathing from men, and... crisp, rhythmic cracking sounds of whipping!
"Well!"
His face, already flushed from the alcohol, turned bright red instantly.
But they showed no intention of turning away.
Normally, she prides herself on being intelligent, quick-witted, dignified, and proper, and always avoids such sordid matters at all costs.
If she were sober, upon hearing such a commotion, she would immediately turn around, pretend she hadn't heard anything, and mentally condemn those shameless men and women a thousand times over.
However, at this moment, the effects of alcohol were like an invisible hand, plucking at the deepest strings of her heart.
The half-hidden yet explicit lewd remarks exchanged with Li Qingluo during the meal, like seeds sown, were now completely ignited by the real, vivid, and sensual sounds of their decadent conversation.
The scenes of passionate lovemaking and unrestrained pleasure depicted in those jokes became concrete and vivid in her mind.
My cheeks were burning hot, as if they could boil an egg.
The intermittent female voice, sometimes like a sob and a lament, carrying a hint of pain, but more often like an uncontrolled moan under extreme pleasure, tickled her heart.
It caused an indescribable emptiness and heat to surge in her lower abdomen.
Even worse was the crisp sound of the whip.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!" Each sound felt like a blow to her heart, bringing a strange, shameful yet exhilarating shiver.
She could even imagine the red welts that appeared on her snow-white skin when the whip fell, and how the woman would become even more unrestrained amidst the interplay of pain and pleasure.
'what are they doing?'
The thought surfaced uncontrollably.
'Qingluo, she usually seems so dignified, could it be... could it be that what she said wasn't just a joke?'
A strong, alluring force pulled her towards it.
My legs felt like they were filled with lead, or as if they were being pulled by invisible threads, and I found myself involuntarily moving step by step toward the hot spring pavilion from which the sound came.
Reason screamed at her, telling her she should leave immediately; such a filthy scene should not be seen or heard.
But another force within her body, like a little wildcat, scratched at her heart with its soft claws, leaving her parched and her heart pounding like a drum.
The skin beneath the pale yellow dress was now burning hot.
Her breathing became rapid, her chest rose and fell slightly, and a strange, tingling, itchy sensation came from between her legs, as if countless tiny ants were crawling on her.
She instinctively lowered her legs, but this only made the sensation even clearer.
She recalled how Li Qingluo had whispered in her ear during the meal, describing those intimate scenes in their private chambers.
"My good sister... some men just love to hear women moan as wildly as possible... and some like to use little gadgets... the feeling, tsk tsk..."
Those words, now accompanied by this real sound, are like adding fuel to the fire.
A strong sense of curiosity, mixed with the boldness brought on by alcohol and a certain inexplicable excitement, quickly propelled her forward.
Like the most nimble cat, she moved silently and slowly toward the source of the sound.
The closer one gets to the pavilion, the clearer the scent of alcohol, women's fragrance, the subtle aroma of datura, and... a more primal and intense masculine aura becomes.
Finally, she stopped behind a cluster of lush peonies and cautiously peered into the pavilion through the gaps in the branches and leaves.
With just one glance, she was struck dumb, her entire body frozen in place.
Inside the pavilion, the scene was extremely erotic.
Her best friend, Li Qingluo, the usually noble, dignified, and unapproachable mistress of Mantuo Manor, was now... lying naked on the cold stone table, her snow-white body covered with crisscrossing, ambiguous red whip marks.
A masked man with an exceptionally burly and robust physique was wielding a "whip" made of clothing, lashing it repeatedly with powerful whistling as it struck Li Qingluo's plump, snow-white, and now violently trembling breasts!
With each lash, Li Qingluo's body would convulse and arch violently as if electrocuted, emitting broken screams and groans that sounded both like pain and extreme pleasure.
On the lashed snow-capped peaks, fine, milky-white liquid, like ripe fruit being squeezed, sprayed out uncontrollably, refracting a halo of light under the moonlight.
The man's heavy breathing, Li Qingluo's uncontrollable moans, and the crisp sound of flesh being whipped intertwined to form an absurd yet blood-pumping erotic symphony.
Wearing a pale yellow dress, and looking at this scene full of primal violence, she felt a surge of heat rise from her lower abdomen and instantly spread throughout her body.
My heart was pounding like a drum, and my legs felt a little weak.
The effects of alcohol were amplified at this moment. The intense visual and auditory stimulation acted like a catalyst, igniting a flame hidden deep within her body that she herself was unaware of.
She felt an indescribable wetness spreading quietly between her legs; it was a sticky and warm sensation that made her feel both incredibly ashamed and an irresistible emptiness and longing.
It was as if an invisible stream was uncontrollably seeping out from the most intimate part of her body, slowly and bit by bit, wetting her underwear and making her eyes, which were already somewhat hazy from the alcohol, even more watery and full of a dangerous yet radiant light.