The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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At the same time, she used all her strength to loudly curse in Japanese, every syllable filled with resentment: "Die! Die! Ohmae mo, Watashi mo, all die!!"

Whether it's you or me, it would be better if we all died together!!

Her curse was clearly heard by everyone behind her.

Wang Meng's sneer was like a battle horn, instantly igniting a feast of death and desire.

His movements were faster than human limits. He took the white waxwood stick from Mu Wanqing with his right hand and effortlessly scooped up the panicked Takashiro Saya around the waist with his left.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

Saya Takagi screamed, and the next second she was roughly held to Wang Meng's neck.

She was forced to get down in an extremely shameful position, her legs spread wide and clamping around the back of his neck, her school uniform skirt completely lifted up and bunched up at her waist, her white panties pressed tightly against her most private parts.

Wang Meng's thick, short hair at the back of his neck was like countless fine needles, constantly rubbing against her delicate vulva through the fabric. Every time he turned his neck, she couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Before Mu Wanqing could react, Wang Meng pulled her into his arms with one arm, forcing her to cling to his chest like a sloth.

Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her breasts pressed against his hard pectoral muscles, and against his lower abdomen through her clothes.

Every time Wang Meng moved, she could clearly feel the outline of his sleeping behemoth pressing against her groin, making her cheeks burn.

"This position is too embarrassing." Mu Wanqing bit her lower lip, her voice barely audible.

Upon seeing this, a hint of frenzied infatuation flashed in Qin Hongmian's eyes.

She took the initiative to wrap herself around Wang Meng's left side like a beautiful snake, pressing her breasts against his arm without reservation, and her thighs pressed tightly against his legs.

She pressed her cheek against his shoulder, her breathing rapid.

"Our lives are in your hands!"

She breathed softly in his ear, her voice filled with longing.

And so, with three women in different poses hanging on his body, Wang Meng stepped into the horde of corpses.

The moment the killing began, Saya Takagi was forced to witness the bloody scene of heads exploding from the most direct angle.

Warm liquid splashed onto her thighs, a mixture of terror and strange physical sensations.

Every time Wang Meng swung his stick, it caused a violent jolt, making her sway back and forth on his shoulder. The friction between her and the back of his neck became increasingly intense, and a strange heat began to gather in her lower abdomen.

"No, it's too dangerous here."

She wanted to resist but dared not move.

Mu Wanqing closed her eyes tightly, feeling the rise and fall of Wang Meng's chest and the tension in his muscles.

Every time he exerted his strength to kill the enemy, his powerful body would transmit a shocking sense of power, making her heart race.

Her buds became sensitive from the friction of her clothes, and an unprecedented thrill began to stir in her heart.

Qin Hongmian was completely immersed in this violent aesthetic, her eyes filled with intoxication.

She proactively adjusted her posture to fit more closely to Wang Meng's body, feeling the muscle rhythm brought about by his every movement.

Wang Meng didn't say another word. His body, with three women attached to him, was like a war machine that had been started and fueled by flesh and blood, charging forward relentlessly.

The narrowness of the corridor actually became his advantage.

"Ho ho ho!"

A male zombie dressed in a teacher's uniform lunged at you with its gaping maw wide open.

Wang Meng's steps didn't even falter for a moment. With an incredibly tricky angle, he thrust the white ash wood stick in his hand from bottom to top, swiftly plunging it into the zombie's jaw.

"Pfft!"

With a sickening thud, the hard clubhead easily pierced through the rotting muscle and fragile jawbone, penetrating deep into the zombie's mouth and bursting out from the top of its head!

Grayish-white brain matter and black blood clots flowed down the smooth shaft of the ash wood stick like melting ice cream.

With a flick of his arm, Wang Meng sent the pierced corpse flying to the side like a string of trash, crashing into the wall with a bang and knocking down two or three more zombies that had just surged up.

This incredibly bloody opening caused the three women clinging to him to simultaneously let out a suppressed gasp, a mixture of different emotions.

Saya Takagi, riding at the very top, was forced to watch the entire process from the closest distance.

The zombie's empty, grayish-white eyes were almost at the same level as hers just a second before they were pierced.

She could clearly see the murky liquid in the eyeball and the blood and flesh, whose remains she didn't know, stuck between the teeth.

Warm, foul-smelling brain matter, with a few drops even splashing onto her face and chest.

"vomit……"

Her stomach churned, but then the violent jolting from Wang Meng's forward momentum caused her body to shake and rub wildly against his broad shoulders.

Her private parts, tightly wrapped in her soaked panties, were relentlessly and brutally crushed by his hard nape and shoulder blades, time and again.

Each crushing motion felt like a rough, large hand forcefully kneading her already incredibly sensitive protrusion.

Shame, fear, pain, and an indescribable, sinful feeling, like electric currents, surged wildly through her body.

"Ah... um... stop... stop..."

Her moans were broken and incoherent, more like a plea than a protest.

She could clearly feel that the area between her legs had completely spiraled out of control.

The sticky bodily fluids flowed out of her tightly closed vulva like a burst dam, making her already soaked underwear even more muddy. Some of the fluids even slid down her thighs and dripped onto Wang Meng's nape.

A strong, tingling sensation, about to reach its peak, came from deep within her lower abdomen, causing her body, which had been tense with fear, to begin to twitch uncontrollably.

She knew she was about to climax, about to reach her climax shamefully in this hellish scene, on this man's neck.

Mu Wanqing, who was hanging on Wang Meng's chest, was experiencing another form of "torture".

She buried her face in Wang Meng's neck, unable to look at the bloody scene outside.

Yet every inch of her skin was clearly sensing the terror emanating from this man.

Every time he swings his stick, every time he dodges, the muscles in his chest and abdomen tense up like iron, then relax.

This intense, explosive movement caused her soft body to be repeatedly squeezed and kneaded.

She could clearly feel her nipples rubbing against his hard pectoral muscles through her clothes, causing a stinging sensation, but a strange, tingling feeling followed, making her feel weak all over.

What drove her to the brink of madness was that she could clearly feel her most private area between her legs being repeatedly and inevitably squeezed and rubbed against Wang Meng's huge, hard, and hot penis, which was gradually awakening due to the excitement of killing.

The outline of that enormous thing was so clear that even through two layers of fabric, one could still feel its astonishing size and its branding heat.

Each time she was teased, Mu Wanqing's body trembled violently.

A strange, warm liquid that filled her with immense panic began to slowly seep out of her, wetting her underwear and making that area wet and slippery.

Qin Hongmian was the only one of the three women who actively catered to and even enjoyed all of this.

She clung tightly to Wang Meng like an octopus, feeling the tension and trembling of his muscles with each exertion of his strength.

The intense masculine scent emanating from him, a mixture of sweat and blood, was more powerful to her than anything else.

She even took the initiative to twist her waist and rub her pert breasts against Wang Meng's lower back and arm during the moment when Wang Meng turned around and swung his stick.

Her private parts were already muddy, and the wetness flowed down her thighs, staining both of their clothes with ambiguous watermarks.

She lowered her head, staring intently at Wang Meng's blood-stained, cold profile, her eyes filled with undisguised, almost insane possessiveness.

"boom!"

Wang Meng swung his left arm and used the elbow he was using to hold Mu Wanqing to slam her backward hard.

The sharp tip of his elbow struck a zombie lunging from the side right in the temple.

The zombie's head tilted to the side, its neck bones cracking with a crisp sound, and it collapsed limply to the ground.

This movement pressed Mu Wanqing's body even closer to his spear, and the sudden impact made her let out a suppressed, tearful groan.

"Crack!"

Wang Meng kicked out, hitting a zombie squarely in the knee, knocking it to its knees. Then, he chopped down with the tip of his stick, smashing the zombie's head to pieces.

The killing continues.

Wang Meng is like a tireless meat grinder; any zombie that gets close to him will only end up as a pile of unrecognizable minced flesh and bone fragments...

Behind the safety door, the brown-haired girl slid down to the ground, her body pressed against the cold iron door.

She stared blankly through the small glass window at the one-sided massacre outside.

Her breathing became rapid, and her cheeks flushed uncontrollably with a sickly redness.

A strange, burning sensation shot up from her tailbone to the back of her neck.

She watched the man, watched him hang the three women on his body like trophies, watched all the "dead bodies" that tried to approach him turn into minced meat in an instant.

Her hatred did not disappear, but was instead swallowed up and covered by a larger and darker desire.

Her legs went weak uncontrollably, and a surge of heat rushed from deep within her abdomen, instantly soaking her underwear. She instinctively tried to move her legs, but the emptiness and longing only intensified.

Finally, she could no longer bear it.

She trembled as she reached her hand under her soaked skirt.

The cool fingertips touched the warm, wet Winnie the Pooh, soaked in bodily fluids, sending a shiver through her body.

Through the fabric, she found her already damaged bulge and began to rub it clumsily and eagerly.

She looked out the window at the approaching, demonic figure, imagining herself being possessed by him in such a brutal way, imagining being conquered by that invincible power.

“Ah…haah…”

The killing in the corridor was gradually coming to an end.

The last zombie had its legs broken by Wang Meng's staff, and then its head was crushed by his foot.

The entire corridor fell silent.

All that remained were scattered limbs and the overwhelming stench of blood.

Wang Meng stopped in his tracks. The three women clinging to him were still slightly panting from the impact.

His gaze pierced through the mess on the floor and landed precisely on the security door at the end of the corridor.

He saw behind that small glass window a familiar face, distorted by shock, fear, and desire.

He strode forward, stepping over the sticky flesh and brains, towards the safety door where the brown-haired girl was hiding.