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She even had a sinful thought that frightened her... What if... what if the man was holding her... What would that feel like?
Rumble, rumble!
Just as the four people in the room, each with their own thoughts, and their desires and murderous intent reaching their peak, the ground beneath their feet once again roared wildly in an unprecedented, earth-shattering manner!
This time, the tremor was no longer a shaking, but a violent, vertical pulsation!
The entire structure of the teahouse was on the verge of collapse under this terrifying force!
Dust and rubble rained down from the roof beams above, hitting everyone.
Wang Meng's expression changed. He could no longer care about the warm and soft woman in his arms and roared, "Go!"
His arms, which were holding the two women, suddenly tightened, no longer as a restraint, but as a protection.
His leg muscles suddenly bulged, and he was about to lead the three of them out of the collapsing teahouse!
But it was too late! There was a loud "crack, boom!"
A loud bang! Mei, where are you? Mei wants to sing, but Lin is here...
The entire roof above them, along with the floor of the third floor, was completely torn apart and collapsed by an irresistible force during this terrifying vertical tremor!
Countless broken pieces of wood, bricks, tiles, and furniture debris, accompanied by billowing dust, crashed down on the four people in the private room like a landslide and a tsunami!
Just a moment before the falling debris and bricks were about to engulf everything inside the private room.
The black silhouette of a man and two women embracing tightly moved.
Wang Meng's body tensed to the extreme in an instant, every muscle like a steel spring compressed to its limit.
He didn't hesitate at all, and didn't even look at the shards of debris pouring down from above.
He stomped his legs out, and the floor beneath his feet shattered into countless fragments.
He was like a black cannonball shooting against the current, advancing instead of retreating, and shooting straight at the black-veiled girl in the corner who was frozen in fear!
The flying pebbles and cracked wooden beams formed a curtain of death around him, yet it was as if there was an invisible barrier that was repelled by the powerful aura surrounding his body.
In the blink of an eye, he had rushed to the girl in the black veil.
One arm, like a dragon emerging from its cave, swiftly and forcefully swept around her waist, pulling her light and trembling petite body into his already crowded embrace.
In an instant, the girl in black felt an irresistible force lift her into the air, and then she was plunged into a strange space that was hot and hard, yet contained two completely different elements: softness and fragrance.
Her cheeks were forced to press tightly against her "master's" chest, which was heaving violently with emotion and fright, while her back was held firmly against the equally shapely body of another woman and Wang Meng's hard, iron-like arms.
At this moment, three women of different ages and styles, yet all equally soft and warm, were forcibly kneaded together by that man in the most brutal and direct way.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Meng's body twisted at an incredible angle in mid-air, and his feet slammed heavily against a collapsing wall behind him!
"Boom!" The wall shattered in response, and he used the recoil to transform into a black meteor that pierced through the smoke and darkness, carrying the "trophy" in his arms, and rushed out through the already broken window!
The howling night wind filled my ears, and beneath me lay collapsing buildings and the banks of the Qinhuai River, bathed in red light, resembling a ghostly realm.
The feeling of weightlessness caused all three women to subconsciously and instinctively tighten their bodies, pressing even closer to the only solid and reliable source of heat.
During the fall, Wang Meng's body twisted and hovered in mid-air in a way that defied physics.
That wasn't lightness skill, but rather pure, brute force, and the control over one's own physical limits.
His arms, which were holding three delicate bodies, suddenly tightened their grip.
It is no longer a simple embrace, but an almost brutal adjustment and arrangement.
"Well!"
"what!"
Three short, suppressed gasps, mixed with terror and a strange groan, escaped from the throats of the three women at the same time.
In that brief instant, Wang Meng, with an inconceivable power, arranged the three bodies in his arms—one plump and one slender, each with a different curve—onto his already raging, rock-hard, and ferocious member in the most shameful and unbelievable way.
His body leaned back slightly, as if sitting on an invisible throne, and his spear, which had torn from his crotch and was completely exposed in the night, became the only and most central "scepter" on this throne.
He arranged for the black veil to be placed at the very back.
In the air, the feeling of weightlessness was replaced by a more ruthless force.
Using himself as the axis, Wang Meng forcibly connected the three bodies with their different curves into a line with that scorching hot iron wedge.
The mature, full breasts endure the impact at the very tip, their noble suppleness is confined and ground in the middle, while the unripe buds are forced to cling tightly to the source of that power. Thoughts are instantly pierced and crushed, leaving only the most primal tremor of the body.
With a heavy thud upon landing, the iron wedge pushed upwards even more forcefully. Three low moans, finally unable to be suppressed and mixed with pain and confusion, escaped simultaneously.
"Boom!"
A dull, resounding crash, like a giant hammer striking a drum!
Wang Meng landed on his feet, and the hard bluestone street cracked like a spider web around the point where he landed, stirring up a visible shockwave mixed with dust!
He stood steadily, holding three women of varying shapes and sizes in his arms, as if the enormous impact that had fallen from the sky was nothing more than a gentle breeze to him.
Behind him, the three-story teahouse let out its final, resentful cry before collapsing into ruins.
And it's not just this one teahouse.
It was as if the entire Qinhuai Riverbank was engulfed in the roar of ruins.
But at that moment, a faint yet incredibly clear sound suddenly rang out, one after another.
tick...
tick tock...tick tock...
The sound was like a leaky roof or an old hourglass.
It stands out starkly against the backdrop of this deserted street and the collapsed ruins.
The sound did not originate from the desolate ruins behind them.
Instead... it came from Wang Meng's arms.
tick...
A drop of viscous liquid slid down from the plump calf covered by the black veil, hit the ground, splashed up a small, almost invisible water droplet, and then quickly seeped into the crack in the stone.
tick tock...tick tock...
Dai Qisi's snow-white, slender thighs trembled slightly, and clear, abundant fluid flowed down her perfect leg curves, gathering at her ankles before dripping continuously.
Even the most naive young girl in the black veil was not spared at this moment.
She pressed her legs tightly together, but she still couldn't stop the first surge of spring tide from flowing quietly down her inner thighs.
Soon, beneath their feet, on the cold, cracked bluestone slab, three small, dark, irregular, and strangely fragrant damp patches appeared...
In the darkness, Wang Meng slowly lowered his head, looking at the three stunning beauties in his arms, each with a different expression, yet all of them were wet and incontinent beneath him, and then at the three water stains at their feet that were slowly expanding.
In the darkness, the soft "tick-tock" sound seemed to possess some kind of magic. It struck the broken bluestone slabs, and it also struck the already fragile heartstrings of the three women.
Wang Meng maintained his domineering posture, neither moving nor speaking, but calmly observing his prey with his eyes, which appeared exceptionally deep under the blood-red light.
His gaze first fell on the woman in the black veil.
The woman had completely given up resisting; her entire voluptuous body hung limply on him. Even through her clothes, she instinctively and shamelessly used her muddy, voluptuous area to meet the outline of his massive penis.
Her breathing was hot and rapid, and wisps of white steam escaped from her mouth, quickly dissipating into the cold night air.
Then, his gaze shifted to the most innocent-looking girl in the black veil.
She was caught between her "master" and Dai Qisi, her youthful body stiff as a piece of wood, the black veil on her face already soaked with shameful tears, clinging tightly to her exquisitely beautiful face.
She kept her eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling wildly like the wings of a startled butterfly.
She dared not look or move, feeling as if a fire was burning inside her body, making her mouth dry and the unfamiliar heat beneath her growing stronger.
Finally, Wang Meng's gaze lingered on Dai Qisi's face, which was so beautiful it seemed otherworldly, yet now as pale as snow.
The woman slowly regained a sliver of her senses.
Her consciousness was like struggling to surface from the bottomless, icy sea.
The first things to be restored were the senses.
She could feel herself being held tightly in a man's arms, in a way that left her no room to resist.
She could even hear his steady, powerful heartbeat, like the beating of a war drum.
She could also feel that on her other side, another equally soft, yet feminine body was pressed tightly against hers, exuding a strong scent of desire.
That was Qin Hongmian's body, hot and damp, rising and falling slightly with her rapid breathing.
As for her own body… Dai Qisi’s pupils suddenly contracted.
She could clearly feel that the most sacred and precious Purple Gold Garden beneath her was now a muddy swamp.
Warm, viscous liquid was gushing uncontrollably from the depths of that secluded path, soaking her panties and skirt completely, bringing a strange, slippery sensation that filled her with shame and indignation.
The dripping sound of water relentlessly drilled into her ears.
She didn't need to look to know that it was evidence that she, Qin Hongmian, and possibly even that little girl had all lost control of their bladders in front of the same man because of fear, humiliation, and that indescribable stimulation!
She slowly and laboriously raised her head, and her gaze finally met Wang Meng's unfathomable eyes, which were full of amusement and control.
In the instant their eyes met, she could even feel that the weapon belonging to this man, pressed against Qin Hongmian's lower abdomen, seemed to sense her gaze and throbbed once more angrily and full of life.
Dai Qisi's body trembled uncontrollably once again.
She used all her strength to keep her voice from trembling with shame.
Her voice was soft and faint, like a wisp of smoke that might be scattered by the night wind at any moment, yet it carried a penetrating, melancholic power, slowly echoing in the desolate ruins: "You...won't you let go for us?"
Chapter 70: In the red light, there are high school girls, stockings, wooden clogs, kendo... (This blessed land is actually Highschool of the Dead?)
This upheaval in Jiangning Prefecture was like a merciless giant hand.
The prosperity and elegance of Jiangning, the capital city, were shattered into dust overnight.
The towering crimson pillar of light, still like a demonic sword piercing the heavens and earth, hung high in the very center of Jinling City, shrouding the entire ruins in an eerie and ominous red glow.
Broken walls and ruins have replaced carved beams and painted rafters, and wailing and groaning have replaced the music of the Qinhuai River.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, burnt flesh, and the acrid smell of dust, all mixed together to create a nauseating, apocalyptic odor.
Countless ordinary people who survived were like headless flies, numbly and desperately digging through the rubble, searching for relatives who might still be alive, or just a relatively intact corpse.