The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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This feeling of being completely seen through terrified her more than any sword or blade could strike her.

However, faced with the sharp sword energy that could split rocks and shatter stone, and Fang Yanqing's beautiful face twisted with extreme hatred, Yin Susu showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, she was aroused by the fierce courage and pride in her bones.

It was an innate, untamed spirit.

She slowly raised her head, which was covered in dust but still remained noble. Even though her pressure points were restrained and she could not move, the light in her eyes did not dim in the slightest.

A cold, mocking smile even appeared on her lips as she stared directly at Fang Yanqing and said, word by word, "I have nothing to say about falling into your hands because I am less skilled."

"Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you!"

She paused here, her cold smile growing even stronger and more contemptuous, as if mocking the other person's naiveté.

"But to get a single word out of my mouth... you're dreaming!"

"Yin Susu!"

These three words, like a thunderclap, exploded in the silent cabin!

Wang Meng's previously playful gaze froze instantly.

Zhao Min, who had been pretending to be unconscious in the corner, suddenly felt a jolt in her heart and opened her eyes.

Fang Yanqing, who was the first to be hit, was struck dumb, and froze on the spot.

Her phoenix eyes, burning with the flames of hatred, first flashed a look of disbelief and astonishment.

Immediately, that astonishment was replaced by an even more frenzied and fervent ecstasy!

Yin Susu... She was actually Yin Susu!

The daughter of Yin Tianzheng, the White-browed Eagle King!

The head of the Ziwei Hall of the Sky Eagle Sect!

A "witch" known in the martial arts world for her ruthlessness and cunning!

This isn't just catching a small fish; it's netting a real dragon!

"Haha...hahahaha..."

Fang Yanqing suddenly chuckled softly. The laughter was initially suppressed, but it quickly became sharp and unrestrained, filled with the joy of revenge and an almost perverse excitement.

Her chest heaved from the intense laughter, and her beautiful face flushed a sickly red from the extreme emotions.

"Good...very good...this is wonderful!"

She spoke slowly, word by word, her gaze like two poisoned knives scraping across Yin Susu's body: "So, you were wondering what kind of demonic witch would dare to come here."

So... so she's that old scoundrel White-browed Eagle King's precious daughter!

Yin Susu!

"It's like searching high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly!"

She slowly squatted down, extended her long, slender, white fingers, pinched Yin Susu's chin, and forced her to look into her eyes.

"Killing you would be too easy for you."

Fang Yanqing's tone became unusually gentle, but behind that gentleness was a bottomless, chilling malice: "To deal with a noble person like you, the jewel of the Demonic Sect, wouldn't it be too much of a waste to use ordinary methods?"

Today, I'm going to show you what it truly means to be worse than dead!

I'll turn you into the lowest, dirtiest prostitute!

Before she finished speaking, she used her other hand to strike several other acupoints on Yin Susu's body with lightning speed.

This time, Yin Susu felt a strange tingling and numb sensation spread throughout her body. Instead of making her lose consciousness, it made her five senses exceptionally sharp.

The fine dust in the air, the temperature of the candlelight, the masculine aura emanating from Wang Meng, and the coldness of Fang Yanqing's fingertips were all so clear that they seemed magnified a hundredfold.

This is a secret technique of the Emei Sect that allows the victim to remain conscious while having their senses amplified, thus causing them to endure several times the pain and...

After doing all this, Fang Yanqing stood up, satisfied.

"Tear!"

A sharp tearing sound rang out, and Zhou Zhiruo's light blue Emei disciple robe was completely torn to shreds and carelessly thrown aside.

Next came the close-fitting underwear...

Soon, a flawless female body, full of wildness and youthful beauty, was presented to everyone in a humiliating and unreserved manner.

Her skin, as white as mutton fat, her perky breasts, her slender waist that seemed impossible to grasp, and her long, straight legs—all spoke of the Creator's favoritism.

"Tsk tsk, what a great body."

No wonder that old scoundrel Yin Tianzheng treats you like his precious darling.

Fang Yanqing looked at the body of the demonic sect as if admiring a work of art that she was about to destroy with her own hands, her eyes filled with a morbid fascination and a savage pleasure. "Today, I will see just how much demonic cult and filth is hidden inside your body!"

With irresistible force, she roughly parted Yin Susu's tightly closed legs, completely exposing her most private and sacred garden to the cold air and the man's gaze.

"You...you poisonous woman!"

"Give me a quick death if you dare!"

Yin Susu was both ashamed and angry. Her pretty face turned blood red, and her eyes almost spit fire.

But with her body controlled and her senses amplified, she couldn't even curl up to protect herself. She was like a soulless doll, at the mercy of the other party's manipulation and scrutiny.

Every inch of skin exposed to the air brings a prickling sense of shame.

Fang Yanqing ignored her curses and simply held up two fingers, as if inspecting an unclean offering.

Gently parting Yin Susu's thick, black hair...

Fang Yanqing snorted coldly, her fingertips twitching slightly as she touched the softest, most tender spot beneath her.

Yin Susu felt a strange current suddenly surge up, flowing through her entire body in an instant. Her whole body went limp, her internal energy became chaotic, and a soft moan involuntarily escaped from her throat.

The voice, though soft, resounded like thunder in her heart.

She was shocked, angry, and utterly ashamed. She never expected that her unwavering will could be so easily swayed by the other party's casual teasing, and that her body was already experiencing something she had never felt before.

This reaction was entirely a bodily instinct, but it was precisely this uncontrollable reaction that made her feel unprecedented shame and panic.

Her body, when violated and humiliated by her most hated enemy, actually... actually shamefully had such a strong feeling!

Fang Yanqing caught her reaction in that instant, and the sneer on her lips grew even more sinister: "Hmph, Miss Yin, it seems that your cheap body is much more honest than your mouth."

Fang Yanqing showed no mercy, her jade-like fingers like swords, and she forcefully broke through the barrier.

Yin Susu's body suddenly tensed into a full bow. The shrill scream in her throat was blocked by extreme pain and humiliation before it could be uttered, turning into a broken groan.

She could clearly feel that the last thin layer of wall was being ruthlessly torn apart.

A streak of crimson slowly seeped from between her fingers, quietly spreading across the muddy ground, like a red plum blossom blooming on pure white snow—bitterly beautiful, resolute, and carrying the sorrow of mutual destruction.

The light in her eyes dimmed completely at that moment, leaving only endless emptiness and despair.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The excruciating pain of losing one's virginity was magnified many times over.

Yin Susu's body arched abruptly, like a butterfly pinned to a chopping board, cold sweat instantly soaking her temples.

But soon, while the excruciating pain of losing her virginity was still lingering, an even more unfamiliar warm current began to quietly spread from the depths of her being.

That place, which should have withered from humiliation, is now thawing like spring, brimming with life.

The dam of willpower crumbled inch by inch, but the body's most honest desires awakened.

She bit her lower lip hard, trying to suppress this descent into depravity with pain, but her rapid breathing and flushed skin silently proclaimed her defeat.

"How about it?

Miss Yin, how does this taste?

As Fang Yanqing moved, she whispered in her ear, her voice as cold and vicious as a viper's tongue: "I will turn this body of yours into the lowest of bitches, who will only beg for pleasure and will not say anything else!"

Wang Meng watched quietly from the side the whole time.

Checked the time.

He walked slowly over, his tall and imposing figure casting a shadow that completely enveloped Yin Susu, who was struggling naked on the ground.

"Using only your fingers is too light; you probably won't get any truth out of them."

Wang Meng's voice was deep and hoarse, filled with unquestionable authority.

He crouched down, stretched out his large, calloused hand, and grabbed one of Yin Susu's firm, snow-white breasts.

"!"

Wang Meng's palms were much larger, rougher, and hotter than Fang Yanqing's.

The intensely aggressive masculine aura that hit her made Yin Susu freeze, as if she had been branded with a hot iron.

Wang Meng's palm completely enveloped her soft, snowy peaks, wantonly and roughly kneading and squeezing them, shaping the delicate peaks into various forms with such force that it seemed he wanted to crush them.

His thumb and forefinger precisely located the bud that had already hardened due to stimulation, and mercilessly twisted, pulled, and flicked it.

"Ah... um... no... don't..."

This time, Yin Susu could no longer hold back.

The intense stimulation from both above and below, so different yet amplified several times, caused her defenses to crumble, and she let out a broken groan mixed with pain, pleading, and so on.

Her body arched suddenly, like a fish struggling to its death on a chopping board.

"It seems that Miss Yin prefers this one."

Wang Meng chuckled softly, and with his other hand covered her other breast, both hands simultaneously beginning their cruel and effective ravaging. Fang Yanqing, understanding his intention, intensified the movements of her fingers.

She even pulled her fingers out and replaced them with two new, thicker fingers, then shoved them in hard again.

The simultaneous attack from above and below swiftly and thoroughly destroyed Yin Susu's rationality and will.

Her mind went blank, leaving only waves of overwhelming shame washing over her body.

Her body writhed instinctively, her legs spread wider without her noticing, and her slender waist swayed wildly, responding to the humiliating violation.

Slippery bodily fluids mixed with blood flowed continuously from between her legs, forming a shocking puddle on the deck.

Zhao Min, sitting in the corner, gasped, her pretty face paling slightly. She instinctively lowered her legs, a strange sense of panic and... anticipation rising within her.

Wang Meng had lost all patience for playing games. He slowly stood up, and the shadow cast by his tall figure was like a collapsing mountain, completely engulfing the woman on the ground.