The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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The spring water flowed freely, meandering down the snowy curve, leaving an ambiguous yet glaring watermark on the skin.

The smile on Wang Meng's lips became even more sinister.

"Coo-choo...coo-choo..."

The sticky sound of water continued, one after another, like the most beautiful melody, striking the hearts of everyone.

The kendo girl's body began to spasm uncontrollably due to the extreme shame.

Her once sharp, piercing eyes were now completely shrouded in mist, her pupils unfocused, losing all their sharpness, leaving only endless confusion and despair.

Although it was only a few seconds, she couldn't even tell whether what was raging inside her body was humiliation or... pleasure.

Perhaps, the two are one and the same.

Wang Meng finally made a move.

With a slight twitch of his wrist, he released a subtle force from the hand holding the girl's ankle.

The girl felt a gentle yet irresistible force come over her, and her leg, which had been raised high, was involuntarily lowered.

However, Wang Meng did not let go; instead, he pulled forward with the momentum.

"what!"

The girl let out a short gasp, completely losing her balance. Like a doll with its bones removed, she staggered forward and crashed straight into Wang Meng's arms without any warning.

Wang Meng took the opportunity to embrace her soft and hot body.

The girl's perfectly developed snow-white breasts, tightly wrapped in her kendo uniform, were instantly pressed against his chest. Due to the immense pressure, they were completely deformed and squeezed, releasing waves of heart-pounding, astonishing softness and elasticity.

She could even feel her breasts, already erect and hard from excitement, pressing firmly against Wang Meng's pectoral muscles through two layers of fabric, sending waves of tingling sensations, like being repeatedly rubbed by an electric current.

The trembling of the girl in his arms ignited the anger of the onlookers.

The deathly silent corridor was instantly torn apart, and sharp Japanese curses rained down like a hailstorm.

"The minister is a heretic!"

(Stay away from the minister, you bastard!)

"その色い手で Seniorにtouchるな!"

(Don't touch your senior with your dirty hands!)

Various angry and fearful shouts rose and fell. Several bold girls took a step forward, but stopped in fear the moment they met Wang Meng's deep, cold eyes.

"人でなし!"

"Hell's fall, I'm a wild man!"

(You're not human! Go to hell, you perverted bastard!)

They could only launch pale and powerless attacks with the most vicious language.

Wang Meng slowly retreated back into the toilet.

In front of the other girls, they dragged the purple-haired girl back to the restroom!

It looks like they were forced to back down.

However, conspicuous footprints were left on the ground.

It was as if it had always been there.

It made all the girls afraid to take a step forward, not even one step!

Wang Meng stood at the entrance of the women's restroom.

He shielded the girl in front of him.

"あ, your side... は, 里しなさい...!"

(You... let go...!)

The girl's voice was already tinged with sobs; the cool and dignified air that belonged to a sword master had been shattered into a weak, discordant tremor.

Her hands weakly pushed against Wang Meng's chest. The force was less a form of resistance and more like a kitten whining with its paws—futile yet alluring.

Wang Meng listened to her Japanese, which was completely harmless.

Even though I can't understand it!

But just looking at that pretty face twisted with shame and fear, just feeling the trembling yet incredibly hot body in my arms, everything was already clear to me.

The playful smile on his lips deepened.

He lowered his head, his now delicate and harmless face almost touching the girl's bright red earlobe.

Wang Meng remained silent; words were superfluous and powerless at such a moment.

He simply took a deep breath, inhaling the mixture of shampoo fragrance, the girl's natural scent, and the increasingly rich, pungent, and sweet odor emanating from the deepest part of her body.

This tastes so familiar!

Wang Meng's actions were his only, and most cruel, expression of his character.

At the same time, there was a hidden hand close to the girl's kendo uniform.

They also began to make more vulgar and aggressive moves.

The finger moved.

His middle finger transformed into the cruelest paintbrush.

It slowly and steadily grinds the softest curve, which has long been thoroughly soaked by its owner's own sweet spring.

It wasn't going deep, but rather, extremely insultingly, merely sliding back and forth outside that door.

Each press and withdrawal is like a precise calculation, squeezing out an even hotter, more viscous heat from the tight core.

The girl's moans were out of tune, a subtle yet incredibly clear sound of the spring water being stirred, mixed with her cries, forming a decadent duet.

Her voice echoed unabashedly in the deathly silent corridor, as if announcing to everyone the descent of her body into depravity.

Wang Meng could clearly feel that he was trembling more and more violently because of this continuous, unrelief-providing provocation.

It was burning hot, opening and closing helplessly, as if begging, or as if resisting.

The continuous flow of honey slid down between his fingers, completely enveloping his palm in a warm, sticky, and slippery environment.

"や...やめて...お愿いします..."

(Stop...stop...please...)

The girl's voice had completely turned into a desperate plea, with broken Japanese words spilling from her trembling lips.

But at this moment, her body betrayed her faltering will in the most honest way.

With each tease of Wang Meng's fingertips, she could feel a change taking place in her most intimate secret place, a change that even she herself found terrifying.

The tightly guarded gate was no longer a mere defensive line, but rather, with every subtle tremor, it silently spoke of a profound and shameful emptiness.

It was a torment that longed to be ended, a throbbing desire to be completely possessed by some powerful, unquestionable being, that came from the deepest part of her body, irresistible.

Wang Meng felt that silent, willing invitation to succumb.

His gaze slowly moved from her pleading face to his own hand, which was completely soaked in the warm spring water.

The silent smile on his face grew colder and crueler.

It was as if his eyes were telling her: Look, this is what you really look like.

And so, in the next second, he ended all the lingering teasing.

The finger that had been hovering at the edge of the doorway, following the deepest pulse, exerted a slight force without any warning, yet as if it were destined.

Accompanied by a sticky yet almost submissive resistance, my fingertips finally... completely disappeared into that warm, tight, and long-awaited source of moisture.

"あうっ...!"

A groan, a mixture of pain and utter despair, escaped from the girl's mouth.

Her body arched suddenly, like a fish caught on land, her toes pointing straight out from the sudden intrusion.

tight……

This was the first thought that flashed through Wang Meng's mind.

Even though it had long been thoroughly soaked by its own sweet spring, the interior of that secret realm remained incredibly tight.

That warm, untouched soft texture seemed to possess a life of its own. Fine, greedy embraces and attempts to hold it in came from all directions, and each instinctive contraction seemed to be trying to completely devour and possess this foreign intruder.

For the girl, the intrusion of that finger was like pressing a long-dormant switch within her body, a switch that led to depravity.

An unprecedented, almost terrifying sense of fullness emanated from the very core of her body.

"んんっ...あ...だめ...そこ..."

(Um... Ah... No... There...)

Wang Meng remained silent, coldly observing with his unfathomable eyes how she was completely succumbing to his influence.

His fingers, deliberately and forcefully, hooked upwards in her valley, pressing precisely on the area on the front wall of her valley that was different from the surrounding texture, slightly rough yet extremely sensitive.

The girl's eyes widened instantly, and she couldn't make a sound, only gasping for breath as if she were dying.

A force ten or even a hundred times stronger than before, like a nuclear explosion, suddenly erupted from deep within her abdomen, instantly engulfing her limbs and bones! She felt as if her very soul had been pulled out by this sudden attack.

That finger seemed to have found the most fatal switch in her body. Every press and every rub brought her so much pleasure that she almost fainted.

"いやぁぁっ!

そこは……だめだって……あああっ!

イっちゃう……!

壊れるぅっ!あぁぁん! "

(Aaaaaah!)

They said it's not working there... Ahh!

I'm off...!

It's going to break!

(Aaaaaah!) She finally broke down completely.