The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Wang Meng's gaze lingered on those jade-white soles for only a moment before he subtly looked away.

He didn't speak, but simply watched the woman dressed as a man in front of him, watching how she treated this quiet room, which belonged to Li Qingluo and was full of elegance, as if it were her own backyard, wantonly displaying her wild and aggressive attitude that was completely inconsistent with her status as a lady of a respectable family.

The woman seemed to enjoy Wang Meng's gaze.

Instead of showing any restraint because of his silence, she became even more audacious. She leaned back lazily in her chair, and then, incredibly, lifted her right foot, which smelled of milk, and placed it on the edge of the chair she was sitting on!

This action made her appear in an extremely open and indecent manner.

Her knees arched high, almost touching her bulging chest. The trousers of her luxurious young master's robe were also hoisted up by this movement, revealing a section of her fair, alabaster-white calves.

The curves of her calves were firm yet smooth, brimming with the unique, elastic vitality of a young girl.

And that nearly perfect jade foot, which had been raised, was suspended in mid-air.

She was only a foot away from the bowl of mutton soup on the table. Her five pearl-like toes were still twitching smugly, as if silently and directly teasing him.

Under the candlelight, the fine downy hairs on the sole of the foot were clearly visible, and the most sensitive and tender flesh in the slightly concave center of the sole was tinged with pink, creating a strong visual contrast with the surrounding snow-white skin.

The faint milky aroma became even more distinct and perceptible as we got closer.

She maintained this sexually suggestive posture, looking at Wang Meng with a provocative smile, as if anticipating his reaction.

However, Wang Meng's reaction disappointed her.

He simply looked at her quietly for a few seconds, his gaze as calm as a bottomless ancient well, without the slightest ripple.

"Are we familiar?"

That cold, slightly contemptuous question was like a bucket of ice water poured over the woman dressed as a man, instantly freezing her smug, pretty face.

Her toes, which had been dangling in mid-air, also stopped.

She was about to retort, using sharper and more cutting words to defend her ridiculous dignity.

However, a soft chuckle, though not loud, was as clear as a silver needle falling to the ground.

The laughter seemed to possess a strange magic, light and melodious, yet filled with undisguised, schadenfreude mockery.

It wasn't coming from inside the room, but... from outside the window.

The sudden sound caused the two...three people in the room to freeze in their tracks.

Almost simultaneously, his head snapped sharply towards the window.

Putting aside the fact that someone was hiding under the table, the pupils of the other two people contracted slightly.

The window, which should have been tightly closed, had been silently pushed open a crack.

And there was a woman's figure, silently leaning against the window frame, half of her body bathed in the cool moonlight.

Koretoko!

She was wearing a very form-fitting, deep purple silk dress.

The fabric was so thin it felt like a second skin, and under the moonlight, it shimmered with a flowing, water-like sheen.

The dress's cut was bold yet precise, perfectly outlining her mature, voluptuous, and alluring figure, leaving no room for concealment.

She leaned casually against the window frame, and this relaxed posture revealed a breathtaking, supple yet powerful curve in her waist.

Her face bore that signature half-smile, half-smile, and her eyes were filled with a knowing, languid mockery.

She quietly watched the two people in the room, looking at the unseemly jade feet still raised in mid-air, and then at Wang Meng's calm face, his eyes seeming to be enjoying a... well, farcical and hilarious drama whose ending she had long anticipated.

"It's you bitch!"

A sharp cry, tinged with surprise and anger, burst from the woman disguised as a man.

The jade foot that was raised high and swaying triumphantly just a second ago suddenly retracted itself like a startled white dove the moment it saw Tian Yan!

The movement was so hasty and chaotic that she completely lost her previous composed and provocative balance.

Her body suddenly leaned forward, and to avoid sliding off the chair, she instinctively braced herself with her hands on the edge of the table.

This awkward posture pressed her already full breasts even more tightly against the edge of the table, squeezing the two soft mounds tightly wrapped in silk into an even more breathtaking and sensual shape.

Her foot, which she had just retracted, frantically shuffled across the ground, trying to find the stocking and boot she had carelessly kicked away.

She bent down and frantically groped around on the ground.

This movement caused her shapely breasts, clad in a tight-fitting young master's robe, to bend high, facing the doorway, forming a curve that was both shameful and alluring.

The taut silk clearly outlined the perfect contours of her buttocks, and one could even vaguely see the deep, alluring slit in the middle.

Her face had long since lost all color, replaced by a pale, furious, and shameful expression of someone caught red-handed.

Clearly, this woman disguised as a man knows Tian Yan.

Looking at the dramatic scene before him, Wang Meng instantly understood.

Right.

One was Princess Taiping of the Tang Dynasty, who was suspected of holding power in the Tang Dynasty and whose guards were all masters.

The other was the leader of the Luowang Farmer's School, who was hailed as the "female Guan Zhong" and whose influence extended to the national policies of the entire Qin Empire.

At present, the Tang Dynasty and the Qin Dynasty are in the most intense confrontation on the grand chessboard of the world, and there are constant frictions and frequent wars on the border between the two countries.

It's perfectly normal for the two of them, as influential members of their respective factions among the younger generation, to know each other and even be hostile towards each other.

However, Wang Meng never imagined that the battlefield of these two incredibly important women would shift from the imperial court and the battlefield to his small room, far removed from worldly strife.

Moreover, it was done in such a... erotic and absurd way.

Just as "Princess Taiping's" slender wrist, clad in a noble young man's robe, was about to reach for the tablecloth to lift it and see what was inside—Wang Meng moved.

His movements were not fast, even leisurely, but they were as precise as a hawk catching a rabbit, without a trace of fuss.

He stepped forward and, before the woman could react, reached down and firmly grasped her small left foot, which was frantically searching for its shoes and socks on the ground.

"what!"

The warm, smooth texture of the fabric emanated from my palm.

Although it wasn't the first time he had touched her.

But that foot was small and delicate.

Her fair skin remained incredibly smooth, as if she were holding not a human limb, but a piece of fine, warm jade.

This sudden handshake froze the "Princess Taiping" completely.

Her face, which was already flushed with shame and indignation, instantly turned pale with shock.

She instinctively tried to pull her foot back, but Wang Meng's hand was like an iron clamp; it seemed to be using no force, yet she couldn't break free at all.

Ning Zhongze, who was under the tablecloth, also held her breath instantly.

She felt a sudden darkness before her eyes as Wang Meng's tall figure blocked her way, and the hand that was about to lift the tablecloth froze in mid-air.

The huge weight that had been hanging over her heart suddenly fell to the ground, replaced by an even stronger, more unsettling, and indescribable chaos!

Because she clearly saw and heard everything that happened next.

Wang Meng did not stand, but instead grasped the panicked "jade foot" and sat back down in the seat Ning Zhongze had just been sitting in.

With utter ease, he lifted the small foot he had captured and gently placed it on his thigh. (The remaining text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the preceding sentence.)

Then, under the incredulous, shameful, and humiliated gaze of "Princess Taiping," he reached out his other hand, picked up a golden, sweet-smelling persimmon cake from the tray on the table, and slowly brought it to his lips, taking a small bite.

The persimmon cakes are soft, chewy, and sweet, with a sweet flavor that blends with the aroma of medicinal herbs, instantly bursting on the taste buds.

Wang Meng savored it carefully, as if he were playing with not the jade foot of an incomparably noble princess, but an insignificant, exquisite jade carving.

As he ate, the large hand that was holding her ankle began to move.

His thumb, with its rough calluses, pressed lightly onto her delicate, smooth instep.

Then, slowly, with a strange rhythm, it slid downwards.

That touch was like a thunderbolt exploding in Princess Taiping's mind.

The strength she had been building up out of shame and indignation vanished the moment Wang Meng's thumb touched the instep of her foot, like a punctured balloon.

"You...you're being insolent! Let me go!"

She berated him fiercely, trying to mask the trembling in her body with her voice. Wang Meng ignored her and took another bite of the persimmon cake.

His wicked hand had completely covered her small feet. His four fingers gently supported her warm soles, while his culprit thumb pressed precisely and slowly into the most sensitive and indented spot on the sole of her foot.

"Well……!"

An uncontrollable, tearful groan escaped from deep within Princess Taiping's throat.

It was a feeling she had never experienced before.

It was as if a scalding, warm current, carrying countless tiny arcs of electricity, surged up from the sole of her foot, the spot where his thumb was firmly pressing, and then, like a flood bursting its banks, rushed up her calves, up her thighs, and finally, surged wildly into the depths of her lower abdomen!

Her body suddenly swayed.

The blood in my body seemed to boil at that moment.

An indescribable, strange sensation—a mixture of tingling, numbness, itching, and tingling—waved through her, relentlessly assaulting her reason.

She felt her legs instantly lose all strength, collapsing like noodles. If Wang Meng hadn't been holding her ankles firmly, she probably would have already slid off the chair.

Wang Meng knew perfectly well that he had come to the right place.

This woman's weakness lies in the soles of her feet.

He looked at her pretty face, which had changed from shame and indignation to confusion, from pale to flushed, and at her beautiful, unfocused eyes that were covered with a layer of mist. At the corners of his mouth, a faint but confident smile appeared.

His thumb began to gently circle the sole of her foot in an extremely slow, yet torturous way.

"Mmm...ah...no...don't..."

The scolding from "Princess Taiping" had long since turned into incoherent groans and pleas for mercy, tinged with sobs.

Her body trembled violently, like a leaf falling in the wind.

The magnificent robe embroidered with golden phoenixes was already soaked with fine beads of sweat from her forehead and neck, clinging tightly to her shapely body, making her bulging breasts even more clearly and shockingly visible.

The girl's body fragrance, a blend of milk and orchid scents, was also due to her rising body temperature.

As Tian Yan watched this scene inside the room, the smile on her face became even brighter and more meaningful.

Her alluring, captivating eyes scanned with interest the face of "Princess Taiping," contorted with extreme pain and intoxication, her full lips bitten until they were bloodless, and the silk robe soaked with sweat and clung tightly to her chest.