The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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She walked step by step through the pool of blood, bypassing Miyamoto Rei, who was kneeling on the ground like a walking corpse.

Finally, it stopped in front of Wang Meng.

"Your Majesty!"

Wang Meng's voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable command.

Takagi Saya's knees buckled, and in a violent, soul-deep shudder, she knelt in humiliation before Wang Meng's bare, blood-stained feet.

This posture allowed her to look directly at the menacing spear that had just finished its slaughter and devastation, still standing half-erect.

It was still covered with glistening saliva belonging to her classmate Miyamoto Rei, as well as Wang Meng's own thick, cloudy liquid. A strong, impactful odor, a mixture of fishy and bloody smells, fiercely entered her nostrils.

Wang Meng ignored her compliance, his playful gaze fixed on the two newcomers in the distance.

"Wait a moment, I need to say a few words to them!"

He said to Saya Takagi, who was standing at his feet, in a calm, factual tone, "You'll be in charge of the translation."

Saya Takagi's mind went blank, and she could only nod subconsciously.

"But, before that..."

Wang Meng paused for a moment, then a playful, wicked smile appeared on his face: "You have to clean this up first, then put it away for me. My hands are dirty, I don't want to touch it!"

What "this!" refers to is self-evident.

boom!

Saya Takagi felt as if a bomb had exploded in her brain!

The entire world lost its sound and color in an instant, leaving only the enormous, terrifying weapon before them and the command that sounded like a devil's whisper.

Let her... clean this?

What should I use to clean it?

Using your hands?

And then... you have to put it back in your pants yourself?

This is no longer an insult; it is to utterly tear apart all her dignity as a genius girl, as the eldest daughter of the Takashiro family, and as a "person," then throw her on the ground and crush her into powder with her feet!

Her body trembled violently from extreme humiliation and anger, her teeth biting her lower lip so hard it almost drew blood.

She wanted to scream, to fight back, to pounce on him and bite this devil to death!

However, when she met Wang Meng's cold and mocking eyes that seemed to see through everything, all her thoughts of resistance were extinguished instantly, like a flame thrown into liquid nitrogen.

She knew that if she said "no," her fate might not be as tragic as that of Miyamoto Rei on the ground, but it certainly wouldn't be much better.

Under the utterly shocked and incredulous gazes of the purple-haired girl and the blonde school doctor in the distance, Saya Takagi, the genius girl who prided herself on her intellect and family background, slowly, tremblingly, extended her fair and delicate hands, which she had only ever used to turn pages of books and type on keyboards.

At a cold command, the hand that should have been holding the book began to move sluggishly and mechanically.

A sticky "sizzle...sizzle..." sound suddenly broke the deathly silence, each one feeling like it was crushing her soul.

The burning heat and hardness in her palm did not subside because of this humiliating "cleaning". Instead, it throbbed powerfully in her palm with a more vibrant posture.

The sound was like a whip, lashing at her self-esteem again and again.

"Tell them, if they don't want to die, come over here!"

Chapter 75: My Zombie Japanese Teacher!

"Who...are you?!"

Wang Meng did not answer.

He simply stared with interest at the two women who had voluntarily laid down their weapons and were walking towards him step by step, his cold, all-seeing eyes fixed on them with a playful smile.

The captivating light of the Eye of the Spiritual Insight was brought to its extreme!

He simply gestured with his chin.

Saya Takagi's trembling hand covered her against her will.

Through the fabric, she could clearly feel the dormant thing beneath her palm suddenly awaken because of this humiliating touch.

The scorching life force hardened and pulsated in Takagi Saya's hands, and broken groans escaped unconsciously and slowly from her throat, eventually straightening the hideous outline, as if she were personally calibrating the muzzle of a cannon for her own world.

After making this gesture, she raised her tear-stained face and, in a hoarse, broken voice as if she might breathe her last, struggled to translate: "She...she asked...you...who...are you..."

Every word seemed to be uttered with all her strength, and every word was accompanied by the powerful, excited thumping of the spear in her palm.

This scene created two completely different, earth-shattering impacts on the two women not far away.

The blonde school doctor's plump face, which always carried a hint of naiveté, surprisingly revealed a clear mind!

She saw it with her own eyes!

Those blue eyes, which usually seemed somewhat unfocused due to being dazed, were now wide open, their sockets almost bursting, as they witnessed a scene beyond their comprehension.

She saw Saya's hands, sticky and filthy, trembling and humiliated through a thin layer of fabric, holding the man's erect, aggressively shaped penis, which had risen again from being touched.

That silhouette… that towering, masculine, violent aesthetic… it was like the sharpest, red-hot scalpel, instantly piercing through the blonde school nurse’s thin worldview built on common sense and peace, and then violently churning it in her blank mind!

However, something even more devastating happened to her.

A scalding, uncontrollable surge of warm fluid suddenly gushed out from between her legs!

The blood soaked through her thin panties and skirt, flowing freely down her plump, fair inner thighs, washing away a small patch of dark red bloodstains on the floor.

After asking that question, the purple-haired girl's gaze was as if it were firmly drawn to a magnet with incredible magnetic force, fixed on Takagi Saya's dirty hand, on the hideous bulge stretched out by the blood-stained school uniform trousers.

A physiological nausea, like slimy worms, crawled up her stomach.

but why?

Why can't I take my eyes off that?

The disgust was so real, but the curiosity that seemed to be sucking her soul in was even more turbulent and irresistible!

Her gaze seemed to possess the power to penetrate.

She could almost see the true shape of that enormous thing through the thin fabric.

What kind of thing is it...?

It was unlike any limb she knew; it was more like a weapon, crafted specifically for conquest and penetration, brimming with savage vitality.

Saeko Busujima's right hand, gripping the hilt of her katana, tightened uncontrollably.

The knuckles turned white from excessive force.

She suddenly felt her cheeks burning; a strange, dry heat rose from the depths of her body without warning.

Even her breathing became slightly rapid.

Her brain was screaming, "Don't look!"

They are disgusted by this extreme vulgarity and nausea.

But her body, her instincts, were like an explorer discovering a new continent, analyzing the size and outline of that protrusion with an almost anatomical, morbid focus, and what it represented... that most primal, purest, masculine absolute violence, enough to completely crush a genius girl.

A thought that sent shivers down her spine, a mixture of fear and excitement, sprouted for the first time in her heart, which had previously held only the concepts of "sword" and "the Way."

What does it feel like to hold that thing in your hand?

"Tsk tsk, what, want to experience it?"

Wang Meng's voice wasn't loud, but it was like the forked tongue of a venomous snake.

Especially after Saya Takagi's translation.

He precisely licked Saeko Busujima's most sensitive nerves.

He looked at the purple-haired girl's pretty face, which tensed instantly with shock and anger.

The smile on his lips grew increasingly mocking and lewd.

"How long has it been? Is it itchy again?"

These words, like a red-hot probe, instantly pierced the ice that Saeko Busujima had built with swordsmanship and self-discipline, and plunged deep into the quagmire of memories that even she herself did not want to touch.

Boom! Her mind went blank for a moment.

Not long ago, right outside that blood-smelling women's restroom... it was this man who, with his blood-stained fingers, so unreasonably and rudely pressed down on her secret place that no one had ever touched before.

That unfamiliar, forceful, and overwhelming touch... that shame of being forcibly peeled away, invaded, and played with... and finally, that completely uncontrollable, overwhelming surge of heat that exploded from the base of her spine, instantly shattering all her reason and will!

"Well!"

A short, muffled groan escaped uncontrollably from Saeko Busujima's throat, as if she were choking on something.

That humiliating memory is no longer a blurry image, but has transformed into the most real physical sensation, wildly reviving within her!

A surge of hot, tingling electricity suddenly shot up from her inner thighs, instantly engulfing her entire body! She could clearly feel her legs going slightly weak, and deep in her lower abdomen, the spot where he had repeatedly pressed with his fingertips, twitched uncontrollably, shamefully, slightly!

Her cheeks flushed instantly, the sickly crimson spreading from her neck all the way to her ears.

"you……!"

She wanted to curse, to retaliate against this man's shamelessness with the most vicious language.

But as soon as she uttered a single word, she discovered that her voice was trembling slightly, without her even realizing it!

The hand gripping the katana made a soft "creaking" sound from the force.

The feel of the cloth wrapped around the hilt of the sword was the only thing she could grasp at that moment, the last and only dignity she had as a successor of the sword way.

"drink!"

A clear, sharp rebuke rang out, and the purple-haired girl moved.

The ground beneath her feet seemed to crack instantly, and she transformed into a streak of purple lightning. The katana in her hand drew a beautiful, silvery arc in the air, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound as it tore through the air, and slashed straight towards Wang Meng's neck!

This strike embodied all her skill and rage—fast, accurate, and ruthless! However, facing this fatal blow capable of shattering metal and splitting stone, Wang Meng's mocking smile remained unchanged.

Instead of retreating, he advanced. Just as the gleaming blade was about to touch his skin, he simply took a step forward as if strolling leisurely.

This simple step seems to freeze time and space.

"Qiang!"

A piercing, teeth-grinding clang of metal rang out.