The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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"madman?

Yes, I am crazy!

But I'm not a woman! A surprising light flashed in Li Mochou's eyes as she first measured the mark on her arm.

Then, she suddenly tightened her grip on Ning Zhongze's wrist and pulled her into her arms!

Ning Zhongze was caught off guard and bumped into Li Mochou's soft and elastic embrace.

Those two enormous mounds of flesh pressed hard against her chest through her clothes, and the astonishing sensation made Ning Zhongze's mind go blank for a moment.

A rich, aggressive woman's scent, mixed with sweat and the scent of killing, completely enveloped her.

"Let me go!" Ning Zhongze was filled with shame and indignation, and struggled desperately.

"Let you go?"

"Why should I let you go?" Li Mochou chuckled in her ear, her voice full of revenge. "Ning, you are so beautiful and have such a great figure. I'm sure your Gentleman Swordsman senior brother would love to ride on you, right?"

"Quick, tell me!"

These filthy words, like a red-hot branding iron, burned fiercely into Ning-Zhongze's soul.

She was so angry that she was trembling all over, and tears were welling up in her eyes, but she forced them back.

Meanwhile, in the next room, Lu Wushuang, Cheng Ying, and Yue Lingshan, three girls, heard all of this clearly.

Although they couldn't understand some of the words, the naked malice and lewdness in the words filled them with fear.

They covered their mouths tightly, not daring to make a sound, for fear of being discovered by that female demon.

Yue Lingshan was both angry and afraid. Hearing that her mother had been humiliated like this, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

As Li Mochou felt the trembling, elastic, mature body in her arms, quivering with anger and shame, a perverse, sadistic desire welled up within her.

Li Mochou's left hand gripped Ning Zhongze's sword-wielding wrist like an iron clamp, rendering her unable to move an inch.

And her right hand, the one that had been resting on Ning Zhongze's back, began a slow and utterly humiliating exploration.

That hand, with a deliberate, provocative flippancy, slowly slid down Ning Zhongze's straight back. Through the blue outfit, the fingertips could clearly feel the taut muscle lines beneath the fabric, and the burning heat emanating from her body due to extreme humiliation.

Ning Zhongze's body stiffened abruptly. She could feel that venomous hand roaming over her body, every movement feeling like a silent humiliation inflicted upon her with the most vulgar language.

Li Mochou!

Let go of...me!

She forced out those words through clenched teeth, her voice hoarse and trembling with anger.

"Let go?" Li Mochou chuckled softly in her ear, her laughter thick and sticky.

Why should we loosen restrictions?

Lady Ning, your body is much more honest than your mouth.

Look how badly you're shaking... Is it fear, or... excitement?

As she spoke, her hand slid down to Ning Zhongze's waist, kneading her slender waist, and then, without hesitation, continued downwards, covering her incredibly elastic buttocks.

"Snapped!"

"Well!"

Ning Zhongze let out a muffled groan, as if a cold, venomous snake had coiled around her most private parts.

An unprecedented wave of nausea and shivering shot from my tailbone straight up to the top of my head!

Li Mochou's hands shamelessly kneaded and squeezed those firm, round buttocks, enjoying the amazing feel of them.

"Tsk tsk, this is truly top-notch."

Her voice was like the noise of mosquitoes buzzing around in summer.

The words kept creeping into Ning Zhongze's ears: "Round, perky, and firm."

No wonder she was able to give birth to such a beautiful daughter.

Yue Buqun, that gentleman, is truly blessed.

Does he usually like you to lie face down, on one side (omitted)?

"You...shameless!"

Hearing the foul language, Ning Zhongze's eyes turned red with anger. She suddenly raised her knee, wanting to smash it hard into Li Mochou's lower abdomen.

However, how could Li Mochou's fighting experience be inferior to Ning Zhongze's?

She seemed to have anticipated Ning Zhongze's reaction, and with a slight twist of her waist, she easily clamped Ning Zhongze's knee between her plump thighs.

Their lower bodies were pressed tightly together, their posture becoming increasingly ambiguous, and filled with a sense of confinement and humiliation.

Ning Zhongze's desperate attack not only failed to achieve its purpose, but also plunged her into an even deeper predicament.

She could clearly feel the powerful muscles on the inside of his thighs, and the astonishing body temperature transmitted through the two layers of his Taoist robe.

This completely ignited the savage fire in Li Mochou's heart.

"You still dare to resist?"

Her voice instantly turned cold, carrying a hint of anger and malice.

Her hand, which had been committing evil deeds in Ningzhongze, suddenly tightened its grip, her five fingers digging deep, almost deforming the flesh of her buttocks!

"what!"

Ning Zhongze cried out in anguish, and tears finally burst forth.

"It seems that using my hands alone can't satisfy a woman of such high social standing as you!"

Li Mochou sneered, and with a sudden twist of her right hand, she reached out from between her buttocks!

Through the last layer of her underwear, her fingers pressed precisely and mercilessly on the most tender spot.

"what!"

Ning Zhongze's body jolted violently as if electrocuted! An indescribable current, mixed with excruciating pain, numbness, and extreme shame, instantly spread from that violated point throughout her entire body!

"Tear-!"

A sharp cracking sound as if the cloth was being torn!

Li Mochou showed no mercy whatsoever. She used her other hand to pinch Ning Zhongze's chin, forcing her to look at her, while her wicked hand had already roughly torn open Ning Zhongze's pants and reached inside!

Those cold, nail-painted fingertips finally touched the most tender, secret place she had never revealed to anyone in her life.

"no, do not want……"

Ning Zhongze's defenses collapsed completely at this moment. She cried out and begged, her voice filled with despair.

Li Mochou's laughter was cruel yet satisfying.

She looked at the glistening water on her fingertips and scoffed softly, "So-called righteous people, all talk and no action, but their bodies are as soft as spring water."

As he spoke, he suddenly exerted force with his fingers and quickly broke in.

Ning Zhongze's last line of defense completely collapsed. She cried and begged, but her rationality was overwhelmed by the unfamiliar torrent of sour and numb sensations.

Her will was being crushed into mud inch by inch by that hand's stirring.

Li Mochou reveled in this conquest, her fingers penetrating deeper, transforming that last vestige of dignity and resistance into broken sobs.

Ning Zhongze's body jolted violently like a bird struck by a boulder, her legs snapping together uncontrollably, only to be forcefully pushed apart by Li Mochou's knees.

"They say no, but their bodies tell a different story."

Look how tightly they're gripping my finger.

Li Mochou admired the mixture of pain, humiliation, and confusion on Ning Zhongze's face, and her emotions reached their peak.

Her fingers transformed into merciless iron hooks.

"Tell me, Lady Ning, is my treatment of you more enjoyable than that of your 'Gentleman Swordsman'?"

His body, worn down from years of sword practice, is probably already exhausted. How could it possibly satisfy your delicate body?

Every word she uttered was a deepening act of malice, eroding Ning Zhongze's last line of defense.

Her cries were gradually replaced by broken gasps and sobs, a sound filled with sorrow, like a black lotus blooming in despair.

The commotion was so great that it carried far into the quiet night.

Wang Meng was strolling leisurely through the maze-like corridors of Mantuo Villa, his hands behind his back, like an old man taking a walk after dinner.

Wu Ma went back to report.

Wang Meng then planned to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

After resuming his martial arts training, he returned to a life where he could never get enough to eat.

Fortunately, he no longer has to sneak into the kitchen to steal food.

There are now dedicated cooks in the kitchen who wait for him for two hours a day.

Just then, a faint, suppressed sobbing sound from a woman drifted into his ears on the night breeze.

This sound...something's not right.

Unlike the ordinary weeping of a woman, this sound contained an extremely suppressed pain and... a trace of a breath he was very familiar with, the kind of breaths that come when aroused.

Wang Meng immediately stopped in his tracks.

He listened intently, and the sound seemed to be coming from a detached courtyard not far away.

As soon as he approached the courtyard gate, Wang Meng's pupils suddenly contracted.

He witnessed a scene that even he found somewhat alarming.

In the small courtyard, seven or eight people lay sprawled out in disarray.

Among them were several young male disciples dressed in Huashan Sect attire, and several maids from Mantuo Manor.

They were not dead, nor were they even wounded. They simply remained frozen in place, each in a posture of shock, anger, or preparing to draw their swords, like statues instantly immobilized.

Their eyes could still move, filled with endless fear, staring intently at the tightly closed door.

A superb acupressure technique!

And he subdued so many people in an instant!