The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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She remained silent for a moment, a silence that felt like an invisible mountain, pressing down on Yin Susu so much that she could hardly breathe.

Finally, Fang Yanqing spoke again, her voice devoid of emotion: "Since you are injured, you should rest well. Don't let it happen again."

Also... has he come to see you?

Yin Susu was startled and flustered, unsure whether to say yes or no, but outwardly she feigned shyness and said, "No, disciple... disciple..."

"It's best if there isn't one..."

Her voice was calm and even, tinged with a hint of absentmindedness, yet still possessed an undeniable authority: "Go in."

Fang Yanqing finally stepped aside slightly, clearing the way to the cabin, her voice completely calm: "Come out after you've delivered her, don't talk to her too much!"

"Yes...yes, Master."

Yin Susu felt as if she had been granted a pardon, and almost ran away as fast as she could through the cabin door.

Only after the hatch slammed shut behind her, completely shutting out the terrifying aura, did Yin Susu lean against the door panel, panting heavily.

She then realized that her moon-white undergarment, which she had worn to disguise herself as Zhou Zhiruo, was completely soaked with cold sweat and clung tightly to her skin, giving her a chilling sensation.

There is also a wooden door to an inner cabin in the distance.

It was dark, and at the same time, it isolated both the inside and outside sounds.

It was unusually quiet.

After going inside.

The scene inside the door was completely different from the desolate atmosphere outside.

Luxurious Persian carpets, precious ambergris incense, a carved sandalwood bed... everything reflects the prestige of the owner of this place.

A young girl dressed in a semi-transparent white gauze dress is leaning casually on a soft couch by the bed, resting her chin on one hand.

Her face was beautiful and radiant, her starry eyes were incredibly bright, and she was looking at "Zhou Zhiruo" with great interest, as if she had just been pulled out of the water.

Her light gauze dress was as thin as a cicada's wing, barely covering anything.

The girl's exquisite body was faintly visible beneath the gauze dress, her breasts, slender waist, and... every curve was filled with fatal allure.

However, when Zhao Min shifted her body slightly, trying to sit more comfortably, Yin Susu's sharp eyes caught a very discordant detail.

Deep within the folds of that light gauze, between the creases of the girl's buttocks, a dark, metallic golden light flashed and disappeared.

The light was cold and hard, creating a stark and eerie contrast with the soft gauze and warm skin around it.

Yin Susu's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

She instantly understood what it was.

It was a most humiliating object, used to tame wild horses and lowly slaves. That man, Wang Meng… actually used such a lewd and ingenious thing on this princess of noble birth!

"Have you seen enough?"

Zhao Min's languid voice broke Yin Susu's shock.

She sat up straight, a movement that made her beautiful brows furrow involuntarily, but she quickly concealed it, a mocking smile playing on her lips: "Miss Zhou, you seem particularly disheveled today."

What, were you scared out of your wits by your icy master again?

Her words carried a hint of condescension and mockery toward the weak.

Yin Susu sneered inwardly, but her face still showed that she was still in shock. She placed the food box on the table, lowered her head, and dared not look Zhao Min in the eye.

Zhao Min seemed to find it boring. She yawned, changed her position, and lay down on her side again.

This movement accentuated the curves behind her, and allowed Yin Susu to see once again that fleeting, cold metallic sheen.

"Your Highness!"

Yin Susu suddenly spoke, her voice no longer Zhou Zhiruo's timidity, but her own unique, clear and slightly wicked tone: "Your side-lying posture, though elegant, must... be quite uncomfortable, right?"

Zhao Min's languid, starry eyes suddenly narrowed!

She turned around abruptly, staring intently at the "Zhou Zhiruo" before her, her face drained of all color.

The girl before him slowly straightened up. Her timid and hesitant posture vanished without a trace, replaced by an aggressive, cheetah-like elegance and danger.

Her gaze, no longer filled with evasive terror, now stared straight at him, a mixture of amusement and pity in her eyes.

"You...you are not Zhou Zhiruo!"

Who are you? "

Zhao Min's voice was filled with shock.

"The Eagle Sect, Yin Susu."

Yin Susu slowly unbuttoned the buttons at her collar, revealing a figure that was not as flat as Zhou Zhiruo's, but rather tightly bound by her clothes. She smiled and walked step by step toward the bed, saying, "I have come here... to pay my respects to the Princess."

"Mingjiao?"

Zhao Min tried to sit up, but the presence of the object behind her made her movements stiff and slow.

"The princess's news is outdated. The Sky Eagle Sect completely broke away from the Ming Cult on the fourth day of last month."

This matter is already common knowledge in the martial arts world.

However, it's understandable that the princess, having been captured and trapped here, wouldn't be aware of this.

Yin Susu had already walked to the bedside, looking down at her with a gaze that seemed to penetrate the thin veil and reach the deepest secrets of her body: "But I'm just a little curious, what kind of methods did Wang Meng use to make a thorny rose like you so... 'docile'?"

Her gaze, with a meaningful undertone, landed on Zhao Min's chest.

"You...what are you talking nonsense about?"

Zhao Min was filled with shame and indignation, her face flushed with a sickly red. She suddenly swung her hand and slapped Yin Susu.

Yin Susu sneered, and before anyone else could react, she reached out and grabbed Zhao Min's wrist. With a slight shake, Zhao Min cried out in pain, half of her body going numb.

Immediately, Yin Susu wrapped her arm around her and pushed her down onto the bed.

"let me go!"

Zhao Min struggled violently.

"Let you go?" Yin Susu leaned down and breathed sweetly into her ear, but her voice was like the forked tongue of a venomous snake. "Your Highness, if I were you, I wouldn't move."

After all, you still have the treasure bestowed by Wang Meng inside your body.

Such violent twisting, if it were to cause that object to turn inside the intestines, or chafe the delicate area, the sensation... it must be incredibly unpleasant, right?

These words were like the most vicious curse, instantly freezing Zhao Min's body in place.

For the first time, her eyes revealed the genuine despair and fear that belonged to a prisoner.

Yin Susu looked at the proud body beneath her, which she had completely subdued, and smiled with satisfaction.

She knew that from this moment on, this arrogant Mongolian princess was firmly under her control.

"Now!"

Yin Susu gently stroked Zhao Min's back, which was trembling slightly with fear. Her voice became gentle and seductive: "We can have a good, calm talk about my plan to take you, along with the 'token' inside you, away from this hellish place."

"What do you say...? Is it alright, my Princess?"

"You...shut up..."

Zhao Min's voice was hoarse. She wanted to scream and resist, but the demoness pressing down on her was like an unshakable mountain. What made her even more desperate was Yin Susu's hand that was slowly wandering on her back.

That hand possessed a peculiar, almost magical power that seemed to pierce through people's hearts.

It didn't use force, but gently, inch by inch, stroked her spine, stirring up waves of tingling numbness that made her heart race.

The hand eventually stopped on her pert buttocks.

"Your Highness, there is no need to be shy."

As she spoke, the fingers of her hand, through the thin silk underpants, precisely landed on the round, meaningful bulge that was stretched out.

That was the base of the golden object.

"what!"

Zhao Min's body trembled violently, as if branded with a hot iron.

Yin Susu's fingertips tapped lightly and rhythmically on the cold, hard metal outline, as if she were beating a small drum.

With each strike, the force penetrated the fabric and metal, reaching the deepest part of her body, the tender, alluring flesh that was being brutally occupied by the foreign object.

The feeling was extremely bizarre. It was different from the sharp pain of swords and the dull pain of fists and feet. It was a tingling, aching sensation rising from within the body, from that supposedly pure and clean "anus," filled with humiliation and strange stimulation.

Each tap seemed to remind her that her body contained something that did not belong to her, a lewd object belonging to another man, representing conquest and possession.

Zhao Min bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled.

She could feel her back contracting uncontrollably and spasmodically, as if trying to expel that hateful foreign object, but to no avail.

Each contraction only made the tight, sensitive flesh even more moist and tightly wrap around the cold metal column, while the spherical head brought even stronger waves of tingling and itchy sensations deep in her intestines, making her want to scream out loud.

"Tsk tsk, Your Highness, this is really... very tight."

Yin Susu's laughter, like a silver bell, sounded more terrifying to Zhao Min than a devil's curse: "I suppose Wang Meng must have put in a lot of effort when he stuffed this thing in."

I wonder...did he first use his fingers to...open it up properly for you?

These extremely explicit words completely shattered Zhao Min's last line of psychological defense.

"No...don't say it..." Zhao Min's voice trembled with sobs, her body shaking violently, "Please...don't say it anymore..."

"Okay, I won't tell."

Yin Susu's voice suddenly became unusually gentle, but her actions were more cruel than her words.

Her hand, which was committing evil deeds behind Zhao Min, did not stop; instead, it intensified. Her fingertips, through the soaked silk, pressed heavily on the base of the golden object, and then, with an extremely slow, grinding force, began to slowly rotate it.

"Mmm... Ahh!"

Zhao Min's body suddenly arched, like a fish thrown ashore, letting out a suppressed, dying cry.

If the previous stimulation was like a raging storm...

So now, it's time for the most agonizing slow simmering.

The cold metal object rotated and ground inch by inch against the tight, moist, and already soaked inner wall of her intestines.

Each rotation seemed to pluck at the deepest, most hidden nerves within her body, bringing waves of tingling, numb, and itchy sensations that made her feel utterly disoriented yet had nowhere to escape.