The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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He didn't say anything, but slowly unbuckled his belt.

It was a posture of utter contempt, displaying absolute power, more oppressive than any words, causing Zhao Min in the corner to unconsciously hold her breath.

The last glimmer of light in Yin Susu's eyes finally turned into boundless fear and despair when she saw the horrifying scene.

"No... spare me..."

That plea, barely a whisper, was her final lament before her will was utterly crushed.

Wang Meng responded with only a cold laugh, an indifference to the prey's final struggle.

Fang Yanqing wisely stepped back, a hint of pleasure flashing in her eyes.

Wang Meng stepped forward fiercely, like a tiger descending a mountain, unstoppable.

This mere contact caused Yin Susu to tremble violently all over.

"No...please...don't come in..."

But Wang Meng only let out a cruel sneer.

What he wanted was to completely destroy all her pride, will, and resistance, turning her into nothing more than a plaything that only knew how to please him.

He straightened up, lowered his waist, and poured all his weight into his groin!

"Pfft!!!"

A loud, sickening, sticky, and wet bang exploded in the silent cabin.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream, inhuman and utterly shrill, erupted from deep within Yin Susu's throat!

The sound was shrill and desperate, not like it came from a human throat, but rather like a flawless piece of jade from the Kunlun Mountains being smashed to pieces with a heavy hammer.

"Uh ah ah!"

Yin Susu's screams had completely changed tone; they were no longer simply a mixture of pain or terror, but rather an extreme collapse of feeling as if her body had been utterly conquered and her soul had been knocked out of her body.

Her mind went blank. All her pride, will, hatred, and schemes were shattered at that moment by the unreasonable and massive impact that struck the very core of her being!

Her life was clearly divided into two parts at this moment.

Not long ago, she was the high-ranking young lady of the Sky Eagle Sect, the "witch" Yin Susu who was feared by everyone in the martial arts world.

From that moment on, she was nothing more than a female dog, her body pierced, completely opened, and unable to even think.

Wang Meng gave her no chance to catch her breath.

Wang Meng's thick arms wrapped around her waist like iron hoops, firmly holding her soft and elastic body in place, leaving her no way out.

The excruciating pain was still vivid, but beneath this endless agony, an even more terrifying and unfamiliar warm current, like a flash flood, began to surge wildly from the very source of her body.

It was a strange feeling that she couldn't understand or resist, which was awakened by this cruel grinding, and she began to sing a decadent and shameful song.

Her body instinctively began to twist violently; it was no longer resistance, but an uncontrollable spasm that yielded to the invasion.

Yin Susu's long, shapely legs unconsciously spread wider, even slowly curling upwards, as if to allow the spear that brought her endless humiliation and strange sensations to penetrate deeper and more thoroughly.

Her slender waist swayed wildly, and with each impact, she would actively rise to meet it, creating a breathtaking rhythm with the intruder, a rhythm filled with destructive beauty.

Beneath him, the once pristine ground had long since turned into a muddy swamp, shimmering with a desolate and eerie light under the candlelight.

Zhao Min, sitting in the corner, had already turned pale and was breathing rapidly.

She gasped, her bright eyes fixed on the scene that was enough to shatter any woman's dignity.

She looked at the woman who had been so dashing and spirited not long ago, a rival of equal noble birth and equally proud and unruly, now writhing and submitting beneath the man, her mouth no longer uttering clear words, but rather broken and melodious cries of sorrow.

She instinctively squeezed her legs together, trying to resist the impact of the scene, but an unfamiliar heat rose uncontrollably from deep within her lower abdomen, making her body go limp and almost unable to stand.

A nameless panic arose in her heart, along with a... morbid expectation that she herself dared not admit.

Wang Meng felt the body beneath him go from initially stiff and resisting to now completely softening and actively yielding.

He knew the time had come.

He suddenly stopped moving.

But the deep, burning heat buried inside her body, the feeling of fullness that almost burst her apart, made her let out a dissatisfied, tearful whimper.

"explain."

Wang Meng's voice was deep and cold, devoid of any emotion.

"What exactly do you want to do after you've gotten on board?"

Yin Susu's consciousness was already a chaotic mess. She stared blankly into her eyes, which were already blurred by tears and sweat, as if she hadn't heard anything.

"Ok?"

Wang Meng let out a threatening nasal sound from deep in his throat, and the thing that was still deeply buried in her body, as if to punish her hesitation, thrust in heavily and fiercely with full malice!

"what……!"

Yin Susu let out another shrill scream.

This thrust seemed to strike directly into the depths of her soul, causing her body to convulse violently.

At that moment, the dam of her body completely collapsed, and an uncontrollable warm current burst forth from below, meandering down her smooth inner thighs and leaving a winding, humiliating water trail on the cold deck.

Fang Yanqing stood by and watched coldly as Wang Meng used the most primitive and direct methods to destroy the will of this demonic witch.

She should have felt the exhilaration of revenge, but watching that perfect body rise and fall violently beneath the man, writhing and yielding to pleasure, and listening to the moans that were a mixture of pain and ecstasy, she felt a strange heat rising from deep within her lower abdomen and quickly spreading throughout her limbs.

Her breathing became heavy without her realizing it, and two unnatural flushes appeared on her usually cool cheeks. Even her phoenix eyes, which burned with hatred, were veiled with a hazy mist.

She instinctively lowered her legs, but could not suppress the shameful and empty feeling emanating from the depths beneath her Taoist robe.

She looked at the pair of snow-white breasts on the ground, which were shaking violently due to Wang Meng's ravaging and her own spasms, and the bright red fruit on them was already standing upright like plum blossoms.

A wicked thought, tinged with a sense of catharsis, suddenly surged into her mind. She slowly lifted one foot.

It was a slender foot encased in a white cloth sock, and its exquisite and graceful contours could still be seen through the thin fabric.

Without the slightest hesitation, she aimed her foot at Yin Susu's heaving left breast, and then, with a cold, condescending air, slowly stepped on it.

"Well……!"

The soft snow peaks were deformed by the force from the soles of my feet, sinking deep into the ground.

The white sock wasn't rough, but the strange sensation of having another woman trample on her most sensitive and softest spot, along with the unparalleled humiliation, instantly transformed into a new and strange electric current, piercing Yin Susu's already chaotic sensory center.

Fang Yanqing was not satisfied. Using her toes as a pivot, she lifted her heel slightly and used the softest part of her sole to gently grind the red plum blossom that had already been ravaged and was in no way tangible.

Through a thin layer of cloth socks, the delicate touch and grinding motion brought a kind of inhuman, maddening, bizarre sensation that was a mixture of extreme humiliation and extreme stimulation.

Yin Susu's body suddenly arched, and she let out a series of broken sobs that were unclear in meaning.

As Fang Yanqing felt the fruit beneath her feet harden and tremble, her body trembled uncontrollably, and an even more surging heat surged forth from deep within her legs.

"Say!"

Wang Meng ordered again, "What conspiracy does the Sky Eagle Sect have in sending you here? How many strongholds does your Sky Eagle Sect have along the Yangtze River?"

What is the code for communication?

His questions came quickly and urgently, like a barrage of bullets hitting Yin Susu's already fragile nerves.

"I...I don't know...Please...spare me..."

Yin Susu instinctively cried and begged for mercy; this was the only reaction she could make at that moment.

"It seems that it's still not enough."

Wang Meng sneered and remained silent, resorting to the most primitive methods to extract a confession.

"Ah...ah...no...don't...ahh..."

Yin Susu had completely lost her mind. Her consciousness had been shattered by this storm of attacks, leaving only her body's most instinctive reactions.

Her hands scratched haphazardly on the cold deck, her nails leaving desperate white marks on the wooden planks.

Her body was like a fish thrown ashore, thrashing and convulsing wildly beneath the man, every muscle screaming.

The sticky puddle, filled with various humiliating liquids, soaked her completely, leaving her disheveled and exuding an aura of utter depravity.

Inside the cabin, the relentless, stormy assault never ceased, its heavy and rapid rhythm threatening to break the ship's keel.

The once proud body on the ground had long since transformed into a small boat in a raging sea, violently tossed about beneath the man, unable to offer any resistance other than emitting broken, incoherent cries.

Her will had been completely crushed, leaving only the most instinctive spasms and descent of her body.

Fang Yanqing stood quietly to the side, but two eerie flames burned in her clear, cold phoenix eyes.

Looking at the tragic scene of everything being destroyed, and listening to the mournful cries that could make anyone with an unstable Dao heart waver, she felt a surge of evil fire burning ever brighter in her dantian.

Her slender foot, which had been constantly pressing against Yin Susu's chest, began an even more exquisite torture.

Her toes lightly touched the ground, slowly drawing circles on the trembling, snowy surface, the pressure varying from light to heavy, like a skilled musician plucking a heartstring about to snap.

She could even clearly feel the soft spot beneath her feet trembling violently and helplessly with each heavy impact from Wang Meng.

This tremor and collapse that came from the soles of her feet, belonging to another woman, gave her a strange, empathetic tingling sensation that rose from her tailbone and shot straight to the top of her head.

He grabbed her long, sweat-soaked hair and pulled her head back sharply, forcing her to face Wang Meng.

"Look carefully, Miss Yin!"

Fang Yanqing's voice was like honey laced with poison: "Take a good look at yourself now!"

Aren't you supposed to be very tolerant?

Aren't you always so stubborn?

Why does she only bark like a female dog now?

Tell us the secrets of your Eagle Cult.

"Speaking out might make you... feel a little better, Young Master Wang!"

"I'll talk...I'll talk...please...slow down...ah...I'll tell you everything..."

Under the dual torment of physical and mental suffering, Yin Susu's last line of defense finally collapsed completely.

She cried and screamed, and amidst Wang Meng's relentless, wild rhythm, she began to utter, haltingly and incoherently, the secrets of the Sky Eagle Sect, word by word...

"I...we came to rescue...to rescue the Prince of Ruyang's mansion...she's on the boat...right...ah...!"