The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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But she couldn't do it!

Her Beiming Divine Art, which had become an instinct, was like a highly efficient vacuum pump, clinging tightly and greedily to this only source of energy, leaving her no room to retreat!

Then, the pain transformed into another, more extreme feeling, one she had never experienced before.

The surge of pure yang energy not only failed to destroy her, but instead acted like the first divine fire thrown into a furnace, beginning to neutralize and refine the violent and chaotic yin energy within her body!

The battle between ice and fire stirred up a monstrous wave within her!

The feeling was as if all the bones and flesh in my body had been shattered and reassembled, and my meridians had been torn apart and then stitched up with boiling oil!

Amidst the boundless pain, miraculously, a wisp of indescribable, soothing comfort arose, as if ironing the very soul... an ultimate sense of ease!

Her body no longer resisted. Her instincts made the right choice.

Completely relaxed, her soft lips, in the most perfect posture, tightly enveloped that scalding hot golden object.

Her small, delicate tongue, no longer stiff, seemed to come alive, transforming into a nimble, greedy venomous snake. It began to frantically and instinctively lick, coil, and suck at the "demon-subduing pestle" that had brought her boundless pain and extreme agony!

"Hmm... Haa..."

Wang Meng let out a muffled groan, a mixture of pain and ecstasy, which he could not suppress.

He felt his soul being pulled away!

That woman's mouth was no longer a mouth.

It was a warm, slippery, yet infinitely attractive purgatory!

With each swallow and each suck, he could clearly feel his true essence, blood and qi, and even the most fundamental life essence, transforming into golden torrents that were being frantically drawn into her mouth, her throat, and the depths of her body!

This is a connection and plunder that goes far beyond the deepest level of life's origin!

The extreme physics almost defeated him on the spot!

But he couldn't admit defeat, nor could he bear the consequences of admitting defeat!

His body trembled violently, his waist thrusting wildly, again and again, deeper and deeper, filling that greedy, bottomless throat!

Each deeper penetration was accompanied by a wave of weakness and dizziness as life force was drained away, but what followed was an even more violent body, powerful enough to overwhelm reason!

All of this was observed by Huang Rong, who was not far away, without missing a single frame.

Her worldview has completely collapsed.

Her small mouth was slightly open, her breath had already stopped, and her bright and lively almond-shaped eyes were now filled with shock and...dazedness.

What did she see?

She saw that fairy-like woman, in the most humble and submissive posture, swallowing Wang Meng's terrifying thing.

She saw that the woman's originally pale face was regaining color at a visible speed under the infusion of Wang Meng's golden yang energy, even revealing an eerie, sickly flush.

She saw Wang Meng's majestic, mountain-like body. As the essence of his life was being frantically plundered, his bulging muscles not only did not atrophy, but instead became even tighter due to the extreme physical stimulation. Every line was filled with a dying, desperate sensuality.

Sweat streamed down his bronze skin, reflecting the light in the dim stone chamber.

She heard that the woman was no longer making painful groans, but rather a satisfied, greedy "glug" swallowing sound, like a kitten drinking milk.

She heard Wang Meng utter a low, beast-like roar, somewhere between extreme ecstasy and extreme pain.

The sound and the image were like a red-hot key, unlocking a Pandora's box deep within her soul that she had kept locked away by reason, upbringing, and identity.

A strange, scalding heat, so intense it made her want to die from shame, suddenly exploded from deep within her lower abdomen, instantly spreading throughout her limbs and bones!

She could no longer control her body.

The tingling, shameful yet longing sensation surging from deep within her legs felt like countless ants gnawing at her most intimate bud.

Huang Rong's body, instinctively and uncontrollably, began to gently twist and rub against the cold stone wall, trying to alleviate the emptiness that was driving her crazy.

Her hands trembled, and she was at a loss.

Until her delicate fingertips accidentally touched her small, snowy nipples, which were covered by a thin silk robe and were already erect from extreme stimulation.

"Ok!"

An uncontrollable, tearful groan escaped from her tightly clenched lips.

This unintentional touch was like lighting the final fuse!

Huang Rong's mind went completely blank for a moment.

She forgot who she was, where she was, and the terrifying scene unfolding before her eyes—a scene capable of driving anyone mad.

At this moment, her entire world consisted only of that trembling finger and the intense, electric sensation it brought, coursing through her entire body.

Her hand moved without hesitation.

Her slender fingers, through a thin layer of strapless fabric, began to mimic the movements she had just witnessed on that woman—though the object of her imitation was that mouth that was frantically swallowing and spitting.

With her fingertips, she gently and repeatedly circled the snowdrift that had hardened to the point of being like a small pebble.

She used her entire palm to cup her perfectly shaped, perky breasts, and then rhythmically, with alternating loose and tight movements, kneaded and squeezed them.

“Ah…haah…”

Huang Rong's breathing became completely disordered.

Her small mouth opened unconsciously, and she gasped for breath. A glistening drop of saliva slid down her smooth chin, wetting her clothes.

Her waist, as supple as a water snake, clung tightly to the stone wall, twisting wildly. Her underpants, already thoroughly soaked with heat, rubbed against the rough stone wall, bringing waves of increasingly intense, yet never truly reaching their climax, tormenting pleasure.

She frantically rubbed her ample breasts with one hand.

With his other hand, he tightly covered his mouth.

She was terrified that she would let out a moan that even she herself would find incredibly shameful.

Her eyes were already shrouded in physiological tears and a fog of desire, and she could no longer see anything.

All she knew was that she needed more.

She needed a stronger stimulus, something to fill the bottomless pit deep within her body, a pitiful emptiness that was screaming wildly...

The woman in palace attire was slowly regaining her senses.

Her eyes, which had been completely consumed by madness and were now lifeless, began to swirl more and more slowly under the influence of the massive amount of pure yang energy.

A sliver of human clarity and reason, like a tender sprout struggling to break through the soil in the darkness, began to grow tenaciously.

She began to "realize" what she was doing.

She "realized" that she was kneeling in front of a man, using her mouth to swallow...

She "realized" that streams of pure, sweet life energy, so potent it made her soul groan, were flowing into her body through this connection, repairing her collapsing meridians and calming her raging, chaotic true energy.

shame?

No, it doesn't exist.

Faced with the instinct of impending death and the yearning for new life, power, and existence, any secular moral concepts seem so pale and powerless.

Her movements began to subtly change.

It's no longer the kind of swallowing that's purely for "eating," like a wild beast.

With a sliver of clarity returning to her mind, she began instinctively, or rather, instinctively, to pursue another, even more exquisite kind of "deliciousness."

Her tongue became more dexterous, no longer just rolling around randomly, but beginning to use the tip of her tongue to trace, repeatedly, and skillfully circle, as if savoring the finest delicacies.

Her lips tightened even more, and the tender flesh inside her mouth began to rhythmically suck and squeeze, sometimes loosening and sometimes tightening.

It was as if they wanted to squeeze out every last bit of its essence.

She even reached out a hand, a jade hand that had regained its color but was still icy cold, and gently, with a hint of curiosity and amusement, grasped it, feeling its wild, dying pulse in her mouth and hand.

"Ugh!"

Wang Meng has completely lost his mind!

If the past was a mixture of pain and pleasure, then now it is a pure, blissful hell that will drain his soul dry!

The woman's changing techniques were like a heavy hammer blow, completely shattering his last bit of will to resist!

His waist was no longer under his brain's control. Each time, it seemed to be in sync with the rhythm of her mouth's sucking, thrusting deeper and harder into the warm, wet, seemingly endless depths of her esophagus!

Each time, a large, glistening thread of saliva, mixed with the two men's bodily fluids, would appear at the corner of the woman's mouth. She would then nonchalantly stick out her tongue, and, along with that masculine aura, roll it into her mouth, savoring it carefully.

Stars were flashing before Wang Meng's eyes.

Wang Meng felt his body becoming lighter and lighter, more and more empty.

It was as if it were a final burst of life before all vitality had been completely drained.

But the woman's eyes grew brighter and clearer. Mei was thinking, thinking, "Is Kong Lin here yet...?"

At that moment, the substance deep in her throat seemed to transform into the most greedy and tightest noose in the world, locking the base of her throat tightly. Then, with her last bit of strength, she sucked in forcefully!

"puff!"

Wang Meng's body arched violently like a puppet with its strings cut, and a thick, scalding liquid, which could no longer be suppressed, erupted like a volcano, slamming into her bottomless esophagus!

A buzzing sound rang out!

But it only lasted for a moment.

The next instant, a power more violent and pure than ever before exploded in her completely reshaped dantian!

It suddenly burst forth from deep within her throat!

The source of this long howl was the immense, world-destroying true energy within her body, which had already solidified into a tangible form!

This force was searching for the nearest and most direct outlet, and that outlet was her slightly parted red lips, which she had just swallowed the most delicious thing!

"Boom!"

A loud, almost vulgar, thud!

Wang Meng's somewhat soft and wrinkled spear was like a bicycle inner tube that had been forcibly punctured by a giant air pump. It was violently and savagely blasted out of his warm and slippery mouth by an irresistible force!

The moment it was expelled, it was even pulled out into a long, shiny, sticky thread mixed with saliva and bodily fluids, before snapping in mid-air with a "snap"!

Before Wang Meng could even react, he was struck head-on in the chest by the terrifying shockwave of true energy spewed from the woman's mouth!

He was like a withered leaf caught in a hurricane, flying backwards.

But this is just the beginning!