The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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It sounded like countless tiny insects crawling.

With a determined heart, I took a big gulp, and an unprecedentedly violent taste exploded in my mouth!

The unprecedented, violent stimulation left her mind blank, and for the first time in her life, she felt utterly humiliated.

Her tense body instinctively reacted by spitting out the inexplicable "poison"!

However, just as her lips parted slightly and before she could make any move, a dark figure, carrying an aggressive masculine aura, suddenly pressed down on her.

Before she could react, a pair of lips, not exactly soft but possessing an irresistible force, domineeringly and precisely sealed her mouth shut.

"Well……"

The girl in the black veil's eyes widened to their limit in an instant, her pupils contracting violently due to extreme shock and humiliation.

Wang Meng's lips, burning hot and with undeniable force, silenced all her impending protests and screams, along with the strange liquid still gushing from her mouth.

Her instinct to resist was completely interrupted by this sudden and more aggressive act.

The sweet, astringent, and spicy liquid in her mouth was blocked by him, leaving it nowhere to go but to surge and churn even more violently in the confined space, stimulating every inch of her delicate mucous membrane.

An irresistible force came from his lips and tongue, compelling her to swallow.

"Gulp...uh..."

In the extreme shame of having her lips and tongue blocked, her throat moved uncontrollably, and she swallowed the liquid that had shocked her both physically and mentally, mixed with his breath, with difficulty and humiliation.

That spicy coolness, like a thin, long line of ice, burned down her burning throat and all the way to her stomach.

Wang Meng only slightly loosened his lips after confirming that she had swallowed it completely.

His cold, delicate thumbs, even with a hint of amusement, gently touched the tender lips that he had kissed until they were slightly swollen and glistening with moisture.

The girl in the black veil, treated this way, trembled uncontrollably. Her cold eyes were filled with a mixture of anger and shame, almost bursting forth.

But in the end, she bit her inner lip tightly.

"I told you, it's very pungent, but if you've already drunk it, don't waste it."

Wang Meng withdrew his hand, his voice as calm as if he were discussing the weather.

With a hint of satisfaction, she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, as if savoring the kiss that had just passed, a kiss that was a mixture of sweet and bitter flavors and the scent of a woman.

Then, he turned his head, his imposing gaze sweeping over the other people in the classroom like a searchlight.

In one corner, Takagi Saya was pretending not to see as she drew a map of the city. In another corner, the brown-haired girl, now dressed in a stranger's school uniform, was staring at him with eyes filled with deep hatred. But when she saw Wang Meng's gaze, she lowered her head in fear.

These reactions were all within Wang Meng's expectations.

However, when his gaze finally fell on the adult leaning against the wall—Qin Hongmian—he saw a more intriguing and complex picture.

Qin Hongmian neither looked at him nor at her "apprentice".

She turned her face to the side, looking out the window, as if she couldn't bear to watch this shameful scene any longer.

Her shoulders shrugged slightly, one hand gripping her arm tightly, her nails digging deep into the fabric, as if she were using the pain to maintain the last shred of her reason and dignity as a "master".

From Wang Meng's perspective, all he could see was her tense profile and her lower lip, which she had bitten until it was white. This posture was full of resistance, anger, and torment.

However, this rebellious body betrayed her.

Despite her efforts to suppress it, her mature and full breasts heaved violently with her rapid, irregular breathing.

An undisguised blush spread from her slender neck to behind her ears; it wasn't the color of pure anger, but a burning flush mixed with shame and excitement.

Although she didn't look directly at him, her beautiful phoenix eyes kept glancing at Wang Meng out of the corner of her eye, then quickly pulling back as if she had been burned.

She felt as if she were ill.

Just now, as I watched my "disciple" struggle under the same man, a burning heat rose deep within my body, a sticky undercurrent of both jealousy and desire surging forth.

At that moment, Qin Hongmian felt as if she were dancing on the edge of a cliff.

Half of it belonged to the "master," a faltering rationality.

The other half belongs to women, a bottomless abyss of desire that has been completely unleashed.

Wang Meng smiled.

Put down the empty can of food.

He casually grabbed a backpack that looked like it belonged to a boy.

He unzipped the zipper and roughly dumped the contents onto the floor.

Textbooks, stationery, and a box of flattened sandwiches were scattered all over the floor.

His gaze was precisely fixed on a palm-sized, silver-gray portable radio.

He picked up the radio, flipped the switch, and began to casually yet patiently turn the tuning knob.

"Sizzle...sizzle..."

A piercing static noise broke the silence of the classroom, causing everyone's nerves to tense up instinctively.

Several women looked at him simultaneously, wondering what this man was going to do next.

After the knob was turned a few times, a Japanese announcement, mixed with fear and urgency, belonging to a middle-aged man, suddenly burst out from the small speaker and was clearly audible.

This sudden sound, like a pebble thrown into a stagnant pool, instantly shattered the oppressive silence of the place and captured everyone's attention.

Saya Takagi's body jolted. She instinctively raised her head, pushed up her glasses, and for the first time, her intelligent eyes revealed an urgent longing beyond fear.

The brown-haired girl's hateful gaze wavered slightly.

She looked at the radio, her expression complex.

Even Qin Hongmian and Mu Wanqing turned their attention to the radio.

Wang Meng listened quietly for a while. Although he didn't understand much, he could tell from the announcer's almost tearful yet forcedly calm tone that it wasn't good news.

"Takajo Saya!"

"You translate this!"

That cold command was like a branding iron, instantly extinguishing all of Takagi Saya's emotions.

For some reason, she crawled on all fours to the radio, pressed her ear tightly to it, and all she could hear was the broadcast and the image of that man.

As each word was received, processed, and translated by her brain, her face visibly paled, becoming deathly pale.

"He...they're saying..." Mei isn't there, Lin Yongkong, Lin Zaizai isn't there...

Her voice was dry and hollow, as if she were reciting a pre-written obituary, "...the pandemic...this biological crisis, currently...currently confirmed, is only spreading within Honshu Island...therefore..."

She paused for a moment, as if the words that followed were too heavy for her to say.

"...Therefore, the Prime Minister has issued the highest level of emergency order...completely sealing off the entire island of Honshu."

All...all transportation to the outside world, whether by sea or air, has been completely cut off...we have been...abandoned.

Saya Takagi didn't stop; she continued translating as if numb. "The report…the report mentioned the behavior patterns of those 'dead bodies'…they attack living people, and bites cause infection…all survivors are instructed to immediately return home, lock doors and windows, and wait…wait for further rescue…"

As she finished speaking, a cold, mocking smile, more painful than a grimace, involuntarily crept onto Takagi Saya's lips.

Staying at home?

Awaiting instructions?

What's the difference between that and waiting to be eaten like canned food by zombies breaking down doors?

A deathly silence fell over the classroom. A silence even more desperate than before.

For the first time, a genuine, empty despair surfaced in the brown-haired girl's eyes, which had been filled with hatred.

Qin Hongmian and Mu Wanqing didn't react much, but their gazes were fixed on Wang Meng.

It seems that, subtly and gradually, Wang Meng has become the backbone of the group.

On the radio, the announcer's voice suddenly became more urgent and shrill, as if he were reading out a more pressing announcement that had just been handed to him.

"Supplementary...Supplementary emergency notice!"

Attention all survivors in the Kanto and Chubu regions!

Saya Takagi's expression changed abruptly; the mocking smirk froze on her face, replaced by extreme confusion and bewilderment. She pricked up her ears again, afraid of missing a single word.

"...According to the latest intelligence from the Self-Defense Forces...extremely unusual...signs of viral activity have been observed in the area surrounding Mount Fuji."

Repeat: Extremely unusual viral activity has been observed in the area surrounding Mount Fuji!

The announcer's voice cracked noticeably due to fear.

"Therefore, an area with a radius of 50 kilometers centered on Mount Fuji has now been designated as a 'Special Disaster Designation Area'!"

A stern warning to all survivors: under no circumstances should you approach the Mount Fuji area!

Absolutely not!

This is not a request, it's an order!

Any person or vehicle attempting to enter the area without permission will be considered a top threat and dealt with accordingly.

Repeated violations will be dealt with without warning!

"What are they talking about?"

As if startled awake, Takagi Saya turned her head and, in a dreamlike, hollow voice, repeated what she had just heard.

“They said…Mount Fuji…our Mount Fuji…” her voice trembled, “…became a forbidden zone.”

A 'Special Disaster Designated Area'... has 'abnormal viral activity'... the military has sealed it off, warning everyone not to approach... otherwise... otherwise, kill on sight."

Hear this!

Wang Meng's face showed no fear, no confusion, and not even a hint of seriousness.

He simply listened quietly to Saya Takagi's translation.

Then, very slowly and very slightly, the corners of her mouth curved upwards in a slight arc.

I was wondering how to complete the task.

Now it seems that everything is much simpler.

Wang Meng extended a finger and gently tapped the messy map in front of Takagi Saya. His voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable command.

Do you know which direction Mount Fuji is in?