The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Zhou Zhiruo's pupils contracted to their maximum size in an instant. Her mind exploded with a "boom," turning into a chaotic, buzzing blank.

In her world, only one image remained. A hellish image that could completely burn away all the knowledge, beliefs, and reverence she had built up over the past twenty years.

Master... her master, who was as holy as a god, as gentle as a loving mother, and as pure as ice and snow, whose perfect jade feet, even when covered by shoes and socks, felt like a desecration to her.

Right now, she's naked, inside a man's... inside a man's crotch... No, that's not right!

Zhou Zhiruo's gaze, like iron filings drawn to a magnet, was stubbornly and uncontrollably fixed on Wang Meng's bulging, terrifyingly shaped lower body.

That shape...that size...that menacing silhouette, so strong you could feel it even through the fabric, as if it were about to burst your pants, brimming with aggression and vitality...

It was all too familiar. A long-buried memory, mixed with icy fear and burning shame, surged forth from the deepest recesses of her mind like a floodgate bursting open, instantly overwhelming her reason.

That was on the way from Mantuo Villa to Jiaxing.

In order to save time, Wang Meng only prepared one horse.

The horse galloped along the official road, and the violent jolting made it impossible for her to keep her balance.

Several times, she felt like she was about to be left behind.

During a violent jolt, she cried out, her body lurching to the side, her hands instinctively reaching out to grab something to steady herself.

Then, her hand grabbed something.

A... hard, hot, oddly shaped thing.

It was hidden in the groin of Wang Meng's thigh.

Even through several layers of clothing, she could feel its astonishing hardness and scorching temperature.

It didn't seem like a weapon, because she could feel it... it even throbbed gently yet powerfully in her palm!

She hadn't forgotten that her entire hand was pressed against that thing.

She could clearly feel it growing harder, hotter, and bigger under her palm... to a size that terrified and horrified her, something she couldn't even imagine.

It is like a red-hot iron rod, or a lurking, angry dragon, full of violent power that seems about to burst forth.

At that moment, she was filled with shame and panic, and dared not think too deeply about what it was.

But now… when her gaze shifted from her master’s obscene jade foot back to Wang Meng’s towering crotch…

When that shameful memory she had forcibly forgotten overlapped with the vivid, impactful scene before her eyes…

A terrifying truth, so shocking it made her blood run cold, cleaved through her mind like the sharpest lightning bolt!

Zhou Zhiruo's mind went completely blank.

She could almost feel again the hot, hard, and vibrant touch of her palm, the pulse of her veins.

An indescribable surge of nausea, humiliation, and a strange, tingling electric shock that she herself couldn't understand shot up from her tailbone and straight to the top of her head!

In an instant, her legs went limp like noodles, unable to support her body weight any longer.

She nearly fell, but luckily she managed to grab the door frame of the courtyard gate in time, preventing her from collapsing to the ground.

At the same time, the other two people by the stone table also fell into an absolute, frozen silence because of her intrusion.

Fang Yanqing froze completely.

When she saw Zhou Zhiruo's pale face, filled with shock and disillusionment, she felt as if her heart had been crushed by a cold hand.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Her most cherished, most beloved, and most proud disciple... saw it all!

The sticky, nauseatingly warm soles of my feet seemed to still retain the outline and pulsation of that enormous thing.

"Zhi...Zhiruo..."

Fang Yanqing's lips trembled. She wanted to call out her apprentice's name, to explain, to... but she didn't know what she wanted to do.

Her mind, like Zhou Zhiruo's, had turned into a complete mess.

But the voice she made was so hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing, that even she herself couldn't hear it clearly.

Wang Meng finally made a move.

His slightly narrowed eyes slowly, then fully opened.

He enjoyed the moment.

Enjoy this collapse of purity, this destruction of faith, this holiness being torn apart in public, exposing its most obscene and depraved truth.

He slowly pushed back Fang Yanqing's flawless jade foot, which was still frozen in mid-air and taut with fear and humiliation, with his large foot, with a force that left no room for argument.

Then he stood up.

As he stood up, the stone table could no longer conceal the changes in his body.

That strange thing, which had been pampered by Fang Yanqing's feet for half a day and stimulated by Zhou Zhiruo's sudden intrusion, stood there unabashedly and hard, proudly erect against the well-tailored trousers.

Its exaggerated size and terrifying silhouette, even through the fabric, are full of indescribable visual impact, like an angry beast about to break free of its gates, exuding scorching heat and a strong, primal masculine aura.

Zhou Zhiruo's gaze was fixed on that enormous object, unable to look away even an inch.

That's it... that's the thing!

I once held it in my hands, and my master just stepped on it... The two of them served each other in different ways!

This thought, like a red-hot branding iron, was fiercely burned onto Zhou Zhiruo's soul, causing her to let out a few unintelligible gasps, like a dying animal.

Her hands, which were gripping the door frame, could no longer muster any strength. As if her bones had been removed, she slid softly and silently down to the floor along the cold door frame.

"Master, it seems that Zhiruo has misunderstood something."

Wang Meng spoke up.

His voice remained steady, deep, and pleasant.

He took a step, slowly, one step at a time, towards Zhou Zhiruo, who was slumped on the ground.

"no, do not want……"

Fang Yanqing finally regained some composure after that devastating blow.

When she saw Wang Meng walking towards Zhou Zhiruo, an instinct stemming from motherhood and the duty to teach gave her unprecedented courage.

She suddenly stood up and, without thinking, wanted to rush over and stand in front of her apprentice.

But as soon as she took a step, she felt her legs give way and she fell forward uncontrollably.

The sudden climax she had just experienced, triggered by footjob, had exhausted her strength.

Wang Meng didn't even turn around. He simply reached out and, with precision and without the slightest hesitation, wrapped his arm around her incredibly soft waist, easily pulling her mature, voluptuous body, which exuded a mixture of orchid and musky fragrance, into his embrace.

"what!"

Fang Yanqing gasped in surprise and instinctively tried to struggle.

But the moment her body touched Wang Meng's chest, which was as hard as cast iron, and she smelled his even stronger and more domineering masculine scent, the little strength she had just mustered melted away like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

Her body became soft and hot, and she couldn't control herself.

Especially when she felt that the monster, as hard as an iron rod, that had utterly crushed the dignity of both of them, was now pressing firmly and without any gap against her flat, soft abdomen through their clothes…

Chapter 58: This...this must be the nectar left behind after purification...

"let me go!"

An even stronger one,

The shame that sent shivers down the spine of the beautiful Taoist nun.

An irresistible heat instantly engulfed her entire body.

She could even clearly feel the spear throbbing heavily and powerfully in her lower abdomen with excitement.

“Let…let me go…”

Her voice, barely audible, was filled with a helpless plea.

Wang Meng ignored her, simply put his arm around her, and continued walking towards Zhou Zhiruo. Then, he slowly squatted down.

His somewhat sinister face was inches away from Zhou Zhiruo's pretty face, which was filled with despair and numbness, and was streaked with tears.

"Little girl!"

He looked at her, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He reached out his other hand and, with his rough fingertips, gently, even with a hint of pity, wiped away a tear from her cheek. "Why are you crying?"

His voice was deliberately made incredibly gentle.

Do you think your master is dirty?

Is it despicable?

"Do you feel that she betrayed your beliefs and tarnished the reputation of the Emei Sect?"

With each word he spoke, Zhou Zhiruo's body trembled uncontrollably.

She bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled, but she still couldn't stop the bone-chilling cold that rose from the depths of her soul.

Fang Yanqing, who was in his arms, trembled violently and turned ashen-faced.

Every word Wang Meng uttered was like a knife, relentlessly slicing through the already mangled hearts of the two women.

Wang Meng chuckled and shifted his gaze from Zhou Zhiruo's face to the stunningly beautiful Taoist nun in his arms, who was already trembling all over.

He lowered his head and brought his lips close to Fang Yanqing's sensitive, pink earlobe, and whispered in a devilishly seductive voice that only the three of them could hear, "Master, look, your good disciple seems to have some misunderstanding about me."

"Why don't you... demonstrate it to her yourself?"

"Let her see clearly how you used the supreme Taoist techniques of the Emei Sect to...purify the 'killing aura' from my body?"

"you……"

Fang Yanqing's eyes widened suddenly.

She looked at Wang Meng in disbelief, her eyes filled with terror.

This man...this bastard!

What...what is he trying to do?!