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That lurking posture, that volcanic heat that seemed to emanate through the fabric... everything was frantically assaulting Huang Rong's sense of perception and shame.
He was so upright, so gentlemanly... so why was his body burning up uncontrollably?
Why does that strange, empty, tingling sensation deep in my lower abdomen keep getting stronger?
Why is my heart pounding like a drum, and my breathing so rapid and hot?
A terrible conclusion, one that made her feel utterly ashamed, came to mind.
Wang Meng was not at fault.
He was open, honest, and upright.
The dirty one is myself.
How could I have such lewd and shameless thoughts and reactions to a man's body!
“I…” Huang Rong managed to squeeze out a hoarse, almost broken single syllable.
She felt her cheeks were so hot they could fry an egg on them.
She suddenly reached out and snatched the dagger from Wang Meng's hand, her fingertips even briefly touching his warm, dry palm in her overwhelming panic. That touch was like a spark igniting a wildfire.
"I...it's okay!"
"Let's go!"
Those two words, carrying an unquestionable resolve, came from behind her.
Huang Rong's body stiffened, and in the end, she could only squeeze out a barely audible "hmm" from deep in her throat.
As if fleeing, she immediately took steps, almost using both hands and feet to continue climbing upwards.
Her only thought now was to get down those damned stone steps as fast as possible.
The pace of the climb quickened, and the view ahead, just as Wang Meng had predicted, began to change.
They hadn't gone far when they saw the remains of the first mechanism.
It was a repeating crossbow embedded in the stone wall. At this moment, the crossbow arm had been violently broken, and countless wood chips and broken mechanism parts were scattered all over the ground. Several sharp crossbow bolts were limply stuck in the opposite stone wall.
It's clear that the person who cracked the code didn't bother to undo it; instead, they simply destroyed it by brute force.
After climbing another dozen or so steps, the second mechanism appeared.
This is an extremely well-hidden pressure pedal; once stepped on, a massive boulder weighing tens of thousands of pounds will fall from above.
At that moment, a large hole was chiseled into the stone wall next to the pedal, revealing the complex linkage gears inside.
A single iron nail was violently driven into the gear assembly, jamming it and rendering the entire mechanism completely ineffective.
This was solved using clever techniques.
As they climbed higher, they encountered more and more remnants of such mechanisms, with their density and intricate design increasing exponentially.
There are blowpipes hidden in the cracks of rocks, coated with deadly poison; there are flip-up stone slabs that could plunge one into the abyss with a single misstep; and there are beast heads on the walls that look like decorations but actually spew out corrosive venom...
These deadly traps have now been broken in various ways.
Some were smashed to pieces, while others were cleverly jammed, all demonstrating the intruder's profound skill in mechanical arts and ruthless style of doing things.
However, this did not make Huang Rong feel at ease in the slightest.
On the contrary, with each step she took, her heart tightened even more.
She discovered that the stone steps became narrower and more treacherous here.
Several times, she had to press her entire body tightly against the inner rock wall to barely squeeze past the ruins of the damaged mechanisms.
And many of these instances signify a silent provocation.
Her back would inevitably and seamlessly press against Wang Meng's firm, iron-like chest.
She could feel his steady, powerful heartbeat, one beat after another through her clothes, as if it were striking her spine directly.
Her most curvaceous figure, wrapped in wet clothes, would be forced backward, bearing the most direct and unyielding crushing and impact of that lurking monster!
Every movement felt like using one's most sensitive spot to grind a red-hot branding iron.
The tingling sensation that made her legs weak had now transformed into a sinful flame burning fiercely in her lower abdomen.
She could only grit her teeth and press her face against the cold stone wall, trying to use the biting cold to suppress the completely out-of-control, shameful, and unfamiliar throbbing in her body.
A warm, moist current even spread uncontrollably between her legs, soaking the last piece of her intimate fabric and bringing a spasmodic shiver that almost made her faint.
She wished she could just leap off those stone steps and shatter into pieces, rather than endure this torment of her soul and body being torn apart.
They climbed upwards for about another fifteen minutes in this silent torture, time seemed to be stretched into thick syrup, each second feeling incredibly long.
Just as Huang Rong's mind was about to be blurred by the evil flames, her ears twitched sharply.
In the darkness above, faint whispers could be heard.
The sound was extremely faint, mostly absorbed by the cave's structure, and indistinct, but it was definitely a human voice!
Almost at the same instant she realized it, a large, scalding hand pressed down on her side, forcefully stopping her forward momentum.
Wang Meng's chest pressed heavily against her back without any cushioning.
"Well……"
This sudden, complete stillness made the contact that had already caused Huang Rong unbearable pain even clearer and more inescapable.
At this moment, it was no longer a rhythmic teasing as she climbed, but a ferocious beast, barbarically and relentlessly pressing between her fullest buttocks. Its astonishing shape and heat seemed to burn through the two thin layers of clothing and brand it into her flesh.
Huang Rong's body instantly tensed up like a fully drawn bow.
Wang Meng, however, seemed completely unaware of this.
He lowered his body, his burning lips almost touching Huang Rong's earlobe, and whispered two words in her ear in a voice barely audible: "Someone's here."
The scorching heat made Huang Rong's ears tingle, almost causing her to collapse to the ground on the spot.
She desperately concentrated her remaining willpower, focusing all her attention on her hearing, forcing herself to distinguish the intermittent sounds.
It is three distinct voices that intertwine to create a drama filled with oppression and despair.
The first thing that came through was a hoarse, cruel Mandarin with a heavy Japanese accent, filled with an impatient threat: "Hurry up!"
woman!
Our patience is limited!
If you still can't open it, believe me, I'll chop off one of your cousin's hands first!
Immediately afterward, a woman's trembling voice, suppressing a sob, rang out—it was Wang Yuyan! "Don't...don't hurt my cousin!"
I...I'm thinking about it!
This 'chess game lock' is intricately linked; not a single mistake can be made... If we make a mistake, we'll all be torn to pieces by these mechanisms!"
Then came Murong Fu's voice, filled with anger and humiliation.
He seemed to be trying to remain calm and protect his cousin: "Shut up!"
You bunch of Japanese beasts!
Don't scare Yu Yan! ...Yu Yan, don't be afraid!
With your cousin there, they won't dare do anything to you! Calm down and think it over. As long as we get past this last hurdle, we'll be saved!
Trust your cousin!
The conversation ended there, leaving only Wang Yuyan's faint sobs, born of fear, and the subtle sounds of mechanisms being carefully turned.
The information revealed in this conversation made Huang Rong's heart sink.
That's it!
Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan were coerced by the Japanese pirates!
The Japanese pirates took advantage of Wang Yuyan's knowledge of the mechanisms in the Langhuan Jade Cave to force her to solve this final challenge!
This is a seemingly reasonable and tragic situation.
However, with Huang Rong's keen and perceptive mind, she immediately sensed an inexplicable sense of unease in Murong Fu's seemingly righteous words.
His tone in comforting Wang Yuyan was less about protection and more like... urging and coaxing.
But the current situation didn't allow her to think about it any further.
Because, in this absolute silence and with the murderous intent so close at hand, Wang Meng's solid chest, his powerful heartbeat, and the wicked thing lurking between her buttocks like a living creature... all of these things seemed to be magnified a hundredfold, endlessly tormenting her.
"Let's slowly approach!"
Wang Meng exerted a gentle force, using only his large hand resting on her waist to gently and irresistibly push her forward.
This simple action became the final straw that broke Huang Rong's mental defenses.
There was no space between them anymore.
The stone steps narrowed to their limit here, and they had to be as close as conjoined twins to move slowly and silently through this treacherous passage.
Thus, the object pressed between her fullest buttocks (omitted) became the sole, and most cruel, propulsion device.
Every time Wang Meng moved forward an inch, that thing would grind and push forward along the curve of her buttocks in a breathtaking way.
The torn fabric made the barrier negligible, and she could clearly feel how, time and again, possessive marks were branded onto her most sensitive and tender buttocks.
Hot, uncontrollable waves gushed from her valley, soaking her last private panties. The sticky sensation made the muscles deep inside her thighs contract and spasm in shame and instinct.
Her mind was already occupied by the irresistible hardness and heat behind her.
In this extremely narrow space, every step forward is a silent and brutal grinding process.
My legs felt weak and my steps were unsteady.
She seemed to have completely forgotten the danger ahead, only remembering that the force behind her determined the pace of her advance.
The shivers that came with each movement almost suffocated her.
A mere few dozen steps, yet it seemed as if all the shame of a lifetime had been exhausted.
When they finally stopped at the corner, clinging to the rock face, she was soaked with sweat and in a daze.
Wang Meng's arms encircled her waist like iron hoops, trapping her between himself and the cold rock wall.
He turned his head slightly, using his body as a barrier to guide Huang Rong's gaze, leading her to cautiously peer through the cracks in the rocks towards the light.