The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Her voice was sharp and shrill, with a hint of maniacal laughter, "This is the capital I use to crush lowly people like you to death!"

Look closely, this is money you could never earn in this life, your next life, or even ten lifetimes!

Wang Meng's pupils contracted slightly. He wasn't alarmed by the huge sum of money, but by the sudden, chilling killing intent emanating from the woman before him!

It's too late to say, then soon!

Just a fraction of a second before Wang Meng's attention was drawn to the sky full of silver notes, the woman moved!

Before she could even stand up, her left foot slammed into the leg of the stone table in front of her at an incredible angle!

"boom--!"

With a loud crash, the stone table, weighing over a hundred pounds, was lifted into the air by the force of her kick, and like a boulder launched from a catapult, it crashed down on Wang Meng's head with immense force!

What superb internal strength!

What ruthless methods!

Wang Meng was shocked. He never expected that the woman who had repeatedly lost control and nearly reached climax in his hands was actually a martial arts master who had been hiding her true abilities so well!

It was too late for him to dodge, so he could only cross his arms, gather all his strength, and forcefully block the stone table that was crashing down on him.

"boom--!"

Stone chips flew everywhere, and the air was filled with force!

Wang Meng felt an overwhelming force surge through him, causing excruciating pain in both arms. He involuntarily staggered back three steps, his blood churning beneath his feet, and he nearly coughed up blood.

However, this was just a feint!

The real killer move has already arrived!

Just as he braced himself against the stone table and lost his balance, a purple phantom broke through the flying stone chips and approached him with almost ghostly speed.

She didn't use her palm or her fist, but instead spun around like a top, and a long leg swept out with a sharp whooshing sound!

Wang Meng's old strength had been exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated. Faced with this unavoidable blow, he could only watch helplessly as the foot that he had been playing with in his palm not long ago turned into the most deadly weapon and kicked heavily into his chest!

"puff!"

Wang Meng felt as if struck by lightning. He felt a tightness in his chest, as if his internal organs had been displaced. He could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string and crashed heavily to the ground.

In the courtyard, the countless silver notes, as if mocking him, slowly fell upon his bloodstained body.

The woman in purple did not stop after her successful attack.

She pressed her advantage, leaping forward gracefully like an elegant yet ruthless female leopard, landing steadily on Wang Meng.

At this moment, her tiny feet, clad in gossamer-thin clothing, were placed on Wang Meng's chest, one on each side.

Not long ago, Wang Meng was playing with these jade feet at will, but now, the tables have turned, and he is being trampled underfoot by the owner of these feet!

"Untouchable!"

The woman's voice was somewhat unsteady from heavy breathing, but the pleasure and pride within it were undisguised. She looked down at Wang Meng, her eyes burning with the flames of revenge.

Weren't you feeling quite smug just now?

"Didn't you think I was someone you could mold as you pleased?"

As she spoke, she slowly and with utter humiliation moved one foot up from Wang Meng's chest, finally stomping heavily on his face.

Wang Meng could clearly feel the warmth and softness of her soles, and even smell a strange and dizzying scent mixed with the fragrance of a young girl and a hint of sweat.

Her toes were grinding hard against Wang Meng's cheek.

"Speak!"

Why don't you say anything? "

Her voice was full of vengeance: "Where did your arrogance go?"

Where is your foul mouth that spews filth?

"Try saying 'beg me for pity' to me again, then?"

Wang Meng's face was being stepped on, obstructing his view. All he could see was her face, flushed red with anger and agitation, a face that could topple empires.

He didn't beg for mercy, nor was he angry. He just grinned, letting the blood flow from the corner of his mouth, revealing a ferocious smile.

"Heh...so...it's a little wildcat that bites..."

"You dare to speak harshly even when you are about to die!"

The woman was so angry at his appearance that her eyebrows shot up. She pressed her foot harder on his face, and then, as if she felt that this was not enough to vent her anger, she slowly moved her other foot down.

She wanted to use the most direct and cruel method to completely destroy this man's dignity.

Her feet left his chest, slid down, and finally stopped at that sensitive spot between his legs.

A cruel smile crept across her face as she unleashed a burst of internal energy from her foot, intending to cripple him with a single kick! But the instant her foot touched that spot, the smile on her face froze.

The soft touch she had expected did not come through the fabric of the pants.

Instead, it has a... hard and vibrant feel!

That thing stood there proudly and imposingly, and even through several layers of fabric, she could still clearly feel its breathtaking shape and size.

The hardness was so great that it even made the soles of her feet feel a slight, stinging pain.

This... what is this?

The woman's mind went completely blank for a moment.

Born into royalty and raised in the deep palace, she was surrounded by either refined and cultured princes and ministers or effeminate and powerless eunuchs.

For her, matters between men and women were nothing more than the vague and abstract depictions in erotic paintings.

She had never...never before had she so vividly experienced a man's most primal and magnificent symbol!

Especially... especially the lowly people from whom this behemoth came, who are now being trampled under her feet, looking utterly pathetic!

In this situation, how could he... how could he... A shock and shame a hundred times stronger than when her soles were being played with just now, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly overwhelmed the dam she had built with anger.

Her anger did not subside, but was replaced by a more unfamiliar emotion that terrified her.

Shock?

Curiosity?

Is it fear?

There was even a hint of... a faint excitement that she herself dared not admit, a excitement born from being overwhelmed by that primal, aggressive masculine power!

Her feet stopped moving involuntarily.

The foot that was originally meant to inflict a severe blow now seemed to have been scalded, frozen in place, unable to move forward or backward.

As if possessed, she subconsciously ground the hard object lightly with the sole of her foot.

"Um……"

A muffled groan, filled with uncontrollable pain, escaped from Wang Meng's mouth on the ground.

The muffled groan was like a thunderclap, jolting her awake from her daze!

She suddenly realized what she was doing, and her face instantly turned bright red.

Just as she was filled with shame and indignation and was about to immediately pull her foot back, a sudden change occurred!

The gun tip she was stepping on seemed to have a life of its own, and suddenly jumped upwards with a "bang"!

It struck her most sensitive spot, the sole of her foot, with perfect accuracy and force!

"what--!"

The woman let out a piercing, extreme scream!

The force of this impact was far more direct and domineering than when Wang Meng pressed down with his fingers!

The tingling electric current was no longer flowing slowly, but rather burst forth like a flash flood, instantly overwhelming all her nerve defenses!

She felt as if her entire soul had been pulled from the soles of her feet and then violently thrown into the clouds!

Her vision went blank, her legs went weak, and she could no longer support her body, falling onto Wang Meng.

The feet that had been stepping on him had completely lost their strength, and one of them slumped against his chest.

The other one landed right on the murderer who had just committed the crime.

Her body convulsed and spasmed violently and uncontrollably, as if her bones had been removed.

A surge of heat, like a tidal wave, welled up from deep within her lower abdomen, completely soaking the muddy area.

She has reached the pinnacle.

After the first time my soles were played with.

The second time, I was forced to climax through my pants and with my feet pressed against the soles of my feet.

"Son!"

"No one is allowed in! Anyone who comes in... will be killed!"

Wang Meng lay on the ground, his chest still aching slightly, but the smile on his face grew even brighter.

He looked at the woman who had turned into a puddle of spring water on his body. Instead of getting up hastily, he slowly reached out and once again grasped that snow-white little foot.

“Ugh… no… don’t…”

The young master was still immersed in the afterglow of the climax, his consciousness blurred, and he could only instinctively utter pleas.

But Wang Meng turned a deaf ear.

His fingers once again gently caressed and toyed with the soles of her feet, which had become incredibly sensitive and damp.

Each kneading and scratching elicited a violent, heart-stopping spasm in the woman.

Like a child who has discovered a new toy, he tirelessly explores the most fatal weakness of this body, enjoying the entire process of her transformation in his hands, from resistance to surrender, from shame and indignation to obsession.

Wang Meng only released her hand when the woman could no longer make a sound, her body drenched in sweat and bodily fluids, her legs slightly cramping from the repeated climaxes.

He slowly stood up from the ground.

Without looking at the woman who had completely lost the ability to resist, he bent down and picked up a banknote from the pile of silver notes on the ground.

He flicked the five-hundred-tael silver note between his fingers, making a crisp sound.