The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Her mind was in chaos. Hatred and humiliation, and longing—two completely opposite emotions—were like two venomous snakes, tearing and intertwining wildly in her mind.

That slippery, warm current had uncontrollably gushed out from the secret place between her legs, soaking her underwear.

“I always said that the princess’s body is always more honest than your mouth.”

Wang Meng's tone was full of sarcasm.

His hand left her feet, but instead moved slowly, inch by inch, up her smooth calves, as if surveying his own territory.

"No...please...don't be there..." Zhao Min's voice was choked with sobs, a genuine, heartfelt fear, the last vestige of dignity of a woman, a princess, in mourning.

Her pleas only earned her an even more wicked and amused smile from Wang Meng.

He seemed to hear the most beautiful music in the world, and his interest grew even stronger. His fingers did not explore the already muddy paradise, but instead, with an undeniable malice as if exploring an unknown secret realm, they slowly, inch by inch, slid towards the deepest and most hidden ravine between the two petals.

"ah!"

Zhao Min's body was no longer arched, but rather suddenly taut like a fully drawn bow, as if struck by lightning!

Her scream was short and sharp, filled with disbelief and horror.

Rough fingertips pressed precisely on her tightly closed vulva through the fabric, making circles. The muscles there, the sphincter she only used when using the toilet, were now uncontrollably contracting and trembling violently and nervously due to the external stimulation.

This sudden stimulation caused the valley in front of her to secrete fluids at an unprecedented speed.

Wang Meng seemed quite satisfied with her reaction, but what he wanted today was clearly more than that.

His gaze shifted from Zhao Min's face, flushed with shame and indignation, to the open wooden chest beside her, filled with gold and silver treasures.

He lazily reached out and casually picked up a heavy piece of gold from the box.

Then, in front of the two women, he began to exert his strength.

"Crunch...squeak..."

A sickening, metallic, twisting sound rang out.

That hard piece of gold, in his terrifying hands, was slowly kneaded and deformed like dough!

The original outline of the gold ingot was disappearing, and its edges were being squeezed and kneaded by his powerful fingers, emitting a groan of unbearable strain.

The fear in Zhao Min and Fang Yanqing's eyes was so intense it was impossible to dispel.

They watched as the gold gradually transformed in Wang Meng's hands into a shape they dared not even imagine, yet which was crystal clear to them.

A rounded, tapering head... a body slightly thicker than the head with smooth curves... and finally, a slightly open, calyx-like base, specially sculpted to prevent slipping.

A stuffing made entirely of gold, filled with extreme obscenity and humiliation...

“No…no…” Zhao Min finally understood.

A fear and despair a hundred times stronger than when she had been toyed with instantly gripped her heart. She let out a wild howl and desperately tried to crawl backward, using both hands and feet.

Her struggles were so futile.

She had barely moved half a foot when her ankle was grabbed again by a large, iron-like hand, and she was roughly dragged back.

Wang Meng grabbed her hair and slammed her head hard onto the floor.

Then, with irresistible force, he flipped her over, presenting her to Fang Yanqing in the most humiliating, kneeling position, like a female dog.

"Tear-!"

A crisp sound of fabric tearing.

Zhao Min's already soaked and disheveled Taoist robe and underpants were roughly torn apart from behind, turning into a pile of rags.

A perfect, snow-white, and completely naked female body was exposed to the air without any cover, in the most shameful way.

Her smooth back arched with fear and humiliation, forming a beautiful curve.

Her pert buttocks were raised high because of this posture, trembling slightly.

Between those two plump, snowy buttocks, it was tightly closed due to the owner's extreme fear.

At this moment, she appears so fragile, so helpless, yet possesses a deadly allure.

Fang Yanqing sat opposite, completely incapable of thinking.

She watched as Zhao Min was stripped naked and arranged in a position for intercourse, and looked at the gleaming gold in Wang Meng's hand, which was full of ominous meaning.

In her extreme fear, her body reacted shamefully once again. A warm flow surged from between her legs, and her private parts involuntarily contracted.

Wang Meng admired his masterpiece.

He looked at Zhao Min's snow-white buttocks trembling with fear, at that tightly closed, pitiful part, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He held the gold, which still retained the warmth of his palm.

He slowly knelt down behind Zhao Min.

"Your Highness, don't be afraid."

His voice was so gentle it could melt your heart, “This is pure gold; an ordinary person could never even touch a piece of it in their entire life.”

Now, I'm giving it to you, so you'll always remember me.

With his free hand, he pried open Zhao Min's two buttocks, which were taut with fear.

Then, he aimed that cold, hard golden head at it.

"No!"

Zhao Min let out a heart-wrenching scream, her body writhing wildly.

It contracts violently due to instinctive resistance, trying to keep out the impending invasion.

Wang Meng didn't give her any chance.

He spat out a mouthful of saliva gently.

Immediately afterwards, his arm muscles tensed up and he strained his wrist.

"Pfft——!"

It was a dull, tight, light sound, like something being forcibly torn apart by a blunt object.

"Aaaaaah—!!!!!"

Zhao Min's screams were no longer human!

It was a kind of howl, like that of a wild beast before its death, a mixture of extreme pain, a tearing sensation, and an indescribable feeling of foreign intrusion!

Her eyes rolled upwards abruptly, revealing the whites of her eyes. Her body lurched forward violently as if struck by an invisible hammer, then collapsed limply to the ground.

The cold, hard, heavy gold forced its way into her narrow rectum, which had never been penetrated by anything before.

This is not the end, it's just the beginning.

Wang Meng's hand did not stop; he continued to push the gold inward at a slow, firm, and irresistible pace.

The cold metal object slowly penetrated her untouched forbidden territory, each inch of intrusion bringing excruciating pain.

Zhao Min's body trembled violently, her entire body soaked in cold sweat, but she was held captive by the sharp sense of humiliation, unable to faint and escape.

When the calyx-shaped base finally adhered to her swollen skin, this humiliating golden object was completely submerged inside her.

The heavy metal left an indelible mark of shame deep within her, creating a cruel contrast between coldness and warmth.

Zhao Min stopped resisting and knelt like a statue, with only the tears sliding down her cheeks and slight twitches proving that she was still conscious.

Wang Meng released his grip, stood up, and looked down at his "work."

He looked at the glittering, wickedly beautiful golden base between the snow-white, plump buttocks and nodded in satisfaction.

He turned his head and looked at Fang Yanqing.

Wang Meng's face once again wore that gentle smile, as if nothing had happened.

He pointed to the empty chessboard and said calmly:

"Your turn, nun."

"It's your turn to make a move."

The air inside the cabin seemed to freeze.

Zhao Min knelt on the ground, her snow-white skin covered with fine beads of sweat caused by fear and pain.

Between her buttocks, the base of the golden object gleamed with a cold and sinister light in the dim light, forming a stark and direct contrast with her miserable posture.

Her head was buried deep in her arms, and her shoulders were still trembling slightly from sobbing.

Fang Yanqing sat opposite him, her breath almost stopped. Just when she thought the torture was over, Wang Meng struck again.

Wang Meng remained kneeling behind Zhao Min, one hand gently resting on her bare back, as if comforting a frightened little animal.

This seemingly gentle gesture caused Zhao Min's body to stiffen abruptly, and even more fear surged through her veins.

"Your Highness!"

Wang Meng's voice was leisurely and indifferent.

"I know that your trip is not simply for food."

I calculated the dates and inquired about the origins. In the past, grain transported from Jiangnan to Xiangyang City always departed from Jiangling Prefecture or even Jingzhao Prefecture. The reason this time it departed from Jiaxing was because the quantity was relatively large.

Furthermore, this was my personal decision!

There was no precedent to follow.

Therefore, I believe that your coming to cause trouble for me was not premeditated.

This means you have other things to do in Jiangnan!

I... I just did it on a whim!

As soon as he finished speaking, his fingers gently gripped the protruding base of the golden object.

"No...please..."

Zhao Min's voice was so hoarse that it was almost impossible to recognize her original tone.

Wang Meng ignored her pleas, gently pulled the golden object outward a little with his fingers, then suddenly released it, causing it to be swallowed back in due to the contraction.

"what!"

Zhao Min let out a shrill scream, her whole body sprang up, and then fell helplessly back to the ground.