The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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She held the cold cloth in her hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally squatted down. She reached out her still slightly trembling hand and gently touched Wang Meng's firm calf with the damp cloth.

The skin beneath the fabric was scalding hot and hard.

In that instant, Saya Takagi's body trembled violently as if struck by an electric current.

She began. Starting from his ankle, she wiped upwards, little by little, with utmost care.

She wiped very slowly and with great force, as if she wanted to wipe away all her shame and resentment along with the filth from the boy's body.

Her movements, initially awkward and stiff, gradually became more skillful.

She brushed against his sleek, powerful calves, then against his hard, iron-like knees, and then against his two thighs, as solid as stone pillars, covered in bulging veins… Just as her hand was about to touch that forbidden area, her movements froze.

She could feel the enormous, incredibly hot spear that was growing even more erect because of her wiping and submission, hovering right above her head.

That aggressive, intense masculine scent almost suffocated her.

Wang Meng's cold voice came from above her head.

Next came the clear, icy-cold mineral water poured down from above!

Water splashed onto his body, and also wet Takagi Saya's cheeks and hands.

She reached out again, this time using her soft, delicate palm instead of the fabric.

With trembling fingers, they finally touched that hot, hard, and terrifyingly large thing.

She began. Under the watchful eyes of dozens of people around her, and in the heartbroken gaze of her parents, she, like the most humble female slave, used her hands—the hands of a genius girl who had once only used them to type on keyboards and turn pages in books—to begin washing her master's genitals, which represented absolute power and aggression.

Her hand slid clumsily up and down slowly on the thick gun bar.

Clear water flowed down between her fingers, washing away the remaining, dried stains.

Her fingertips inevitably touched the slightly parted tip of the gun, feeling its warmth. She could even feel the massive thing throbbing violently with power in her palm because of her touch.

This subtle yet domineering reaction, like an electric current, instantly pierced through Takagi Saya's last psychological defenses.

"Ugh..." A suppressed moan, mixed with shame and strangeness, escaped from between her tightly clenched teeth.

Her body completely betrayed her will. An uncontrollable, surging fluid gushed out from the depths of her vagina, instantly soaking her thin panties and leaving her inner thighs wet and sticky.

Being forced to touch this man's genitals in full view of everyone, this extreme humiliation transformed into an unprecedented, morbid sexual arousal within her.

This scene caused Takashiro Soichiro, who was not far away, to turn bloodshot, his dignified face completely distorted by extreme anger and helplessness.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood dripped from between his fingers, but he was completely unaware.

He watched helplessly as his treasure was so openly desecrated, yet he didn't even have the courage to step forward.

Yuriko Takashiro, who was standing next to him, was so weak that she could barely stand.

She leaned against the car, her face pale and her breathing rapid.

But her gaze could not leave her daughter's small, fair hand that was holding the man's gun.

The visually striking scene made her feel dizzy, and a long-forgotten corner deep within her body rose with a heat that she herself found frightening and unfamiliar.

"Thank you so much, junior!"

"This...is what I...should do...Master!"

Chapter 79: The Two Monks of Sun and Moon, the Great Sun and Moon Gate of Yin Temple!

We crossed the edge of the city.

After entering the narrow tunnel.

The road in front of the convoy was completely blocked by countless abandoned vehicles.

It formed an iron barrier.

At this point, the yellow bulldozer with its powerful propulsion became the most valuable asset in the entire convoy.

"Boom! Rumble!"

With the engine roaring violently, the bulldozer's massive bucket slammed into a white sedan blocking its path.

With a piercing metallic clang, the car was easily pushed aside and crushed like a soda can, clearing a path for the convoy behind.

One abandoned car after another was roughly pushed to the side or crushed into a pile of rubble.

Inside the van, in stark contrast to the hustle and bustle and violence outside, there was a depressing, deathly silence.

Wang Meng leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed, his handsome face expressionless, as if he were indifferent to everything around him.

He appeared to be resting with his eyes closed, but only he knew that a strange and unprecedented sense of fatigue was quietly spreading deep within his spirit.

This feeling is like a huge dam with countless tiny cracks appearing on its inner walls.

In that previous frenzied, crushing massacre, he had squandered his power without restraint.

Whether it was the invisible tentacles manifested by his spiritual power that violated the master and disciple, or the way he smashed the entire school bus back onto track with his bare hands, or the way he shredded hundreds of zombies into mincemeat, each display of astonishing power was like carving a small, imperceptible crack in the dam called "Spiritual Origin".

Now that the battle is over and the adrenaline is slowly fading, these tiny "leaks" have come together and are beginning to cause perceptible consequences.

He felt his consciousness, like the water level in a dam, slowly but steadily declining.

The sounds of the world seemed distant to him, and the vibrations of wheels rolling over debris seemed to be seen through a layer of frosted glass.

A leaden heaviness seeped into his limbs and bones, eventually settling in his brain, making his thinking somewhat sluggish.

That wasn't physical fatigue.

Because of the extraordinary physique of "Dragon Essence, Tiger Might, Thirteen Kidneys," Wang Meng's body has long since broken free from the shackles of the mortal world, possessing almost limitless energy and always at its peak.

What he felt at that moment was more like a deeper deficiency originating from the very source of his soul.

He didn't move.

I simply quietly, like an detached observer, savoring this novel, wondrous feeling—a mixture of exhaustion and tranquility. It was as if my entire being had been emptied, my spirit sinking into a vast, boundless void.

In this void, his exhausted spiritual energy, like dim stardust, slowly and wearily converged from all directions of the void back towards the central point of light representing the core of his consciousness.

The process is slow and comfortable, like a weary bird returning to its nest.

It was in this strange state that, without even opening his eyes, the whole world appeared in his "field of vision" in a clearer and more three-dimensional way.

This is a magical perception that is all-encompassing and transcends the five senses.

He "saw" that in the van he was in, Qin Hongmian and Mu Wanqing, master and apprentice, were sitting side by side, curiously looking out the window at the rapidly receding passage that had been brutally cleared by the bulldozer.

He "saw" that Shizuka Marikawa, who was driving, was intently watching the road ahead, her chest rising and falling slightly with the bumps of the vehicle.

His senses, like mercury spilling onto the ground, continued to spread outwards, easily penetrating the steel barrier of the car body and reaching the luxury sedan following closely behind.

Then, an interesting argument vividly appeared in his mind.

How dare you sit here?

You've completely disgraced the Gao family!

A woman of elegant bearing, yet with a face full of anger—Takagi Yuriko—was driving while harshly reprimanding her daughter: "Serving that man like the lowest prostitute in front of so many people!"

Do you know how to write the word "shame"?

You shameless bastard!

“Me?” Takagi Saya’s pretty face, still flushed with humiliation, was now filled with stubbornness and resistance. “And you?”

Dear Mother!

Don't think I didn't see it!

When the senior took off his clothes, your eyes widened in amazement!

What's the difference between you and me?

It's just that one of them is pretending to be more noble!

You're the same at heart!

"You...you dare talk to me like that?"

Yuriko Takagi was so angry that she was trembling all over.

A playful smile slowly and silently crept onto Wang Meng's closed-eye face.

What an interesting mother and daughter.

One may speak the harshest words, but their body has already learned the taste of being conquered.

Another woman appears noble and dignified, but her inner desires surge beneath a carefully crafted facade, just waiting for a trigger to ignite them.

That being the case...

Let's make this show even more exciting.

A barely perceptible mental fluctuation separated from Wang Meng's core consciousness, instantly transforming into two invisible and intangible mental tentacles, yet imbued with his burning will.

These two tentacles ignored physical obstacles and silently passed through the chassis of the van, entering the interior of the car behind it.

The quarrel continued.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson today, you shameless bastard!"

Yuriko Takashiro raised her hand, as if to slap her daughter.

Those two invisible and intangible spiritual tentacles, like ghosts diving into the deep sea, silently slipped into the luxury car behind.

This time, instead of heading straight for the enemy's stronghold, they embarked on a slow and cruel patrol with a wicked, cat-and-mouse-like escapade.

The argument continues.

"How could I have given birth to such a shameless thing as you!"

Yuriko Takagi's voice was shrill, filled with a noblewoman's offended anger. A tentacle, like a ghost, wrapped around her calf clad in white tabi socks.

Through the smooth silk kimono fabric, a cold, slippery sensation slowly crept up her well-maintained calves.

"Um……"

Yuriko Takashiro paused abruptly, her body tensing instinctively.

She felt as if a cold snake had slithered into the hem of her kimono.

This sudden sense of unease made her subsequent rebukes sound somewhat weak and lacking in power.