The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Perhaps due to the circulation of the cultivation technique and the surge of true energy, it did not completely collapse, but instead presented a semi-awake posture full of power, with bulging blue veins at the base and a robust top, radiating a scorching heat.

Two intoxicating blushes rose on Li Qingluo's pretty face.

She stretched out her slightly trembling hand, not daring to touch the sacred object that she both revered and feared, but instead gently stroked his calf, which was as hard as cast iron.

His skin was burning hot, and that heat traveled from her fingertips all the way to her heart.

After confirming that Wang Meng was not displeased by her interruption, she mustered her courage and slowly covered that magnificent thing with her palm.

"Well……"

The feeling of holding it made Li Qingluo let out a satisfied groan. She could clearly feel that the thing in her palm seemed to have a life of its own, and it twitched slightly.

She bent down and slowly approached the symbol of absolute authority.

She extended her delicate clove-like tongue, like a dragonfly skimming the water, and gently licked the tip.

A unique scent belonging to Wang Meng, mixed with sweat and masculinity, instantly filled her mouth.

This taste made her feel incredibly at ease, and also incredibly excited.

Without further hesitation, she slowly opened her cherry-like mouth and carefully took the burning tip into her mouth.

Then, as if serving a deity, she began to gently and meticulously cleanse and soothe her with her fragrant tongue and sweet lips.

As night deepened, Li Qingluo knelt upright, her posture imbued with a reverent sense of ritual. She lowered her stunningly beautiful face, her cherry lips offering a gentle, ingratiating gesture.

The sleeping lion slowly awoke under the soft whispers of her tongue, becoming hot and erect.

When that erect member was fully erect, she tried to accommodate it, her cheeks arching slightly, a bittersweet feeling rising in her throat, but her eyes were filled with a hazy pride and a sense of having conquered this beast.

Within Wang Meng's body, the true energy of the Mingzun Sacred Fire Technique was surging at an unprecedented speed.

The immense life force of the elixir merged and fused with the masculine energy of the Sacred Fire Technique, creating a surging wave within his limbs and bones.

At this moment, another, more primal and domineering flame rose from the lower abdomen, echoing this power.

With the dragon's essence and tiger's ferocity, the thirteen kidneys begin to function.

Wang Meng suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes!

The medicinal power and true energy within his body reached their boiling point at this moment!

Almost the instant he opened his eyes, his body, which had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly thrust forward, his waist and hips exerting force, like a tiger descending a mountain!

A large hand shot out like lightning, its five fingers like hooks, gripping the back of Li Qingluo's head tightly and roughly squeezing her smooth black hair into a ball!

"Well!"

Caught off guard, Li Qingluo felt an irresistible force surge through her scalp, and she was firmly pressed down...

After a long while, he slowly pulled it out of Li Qingluo's swollen and ravaged throat.

With a "pop," a glistening, viscous essence mixed with her fragrant saliva was released.

"Cough...cough cough cough...vomit..."

The moment she was freed, Li Qingluo collapsed like a lump of mud, sprawling on the edge of the bed and letting out a series of heart-wrenching coughs and dry heaving.

Her body convulsed uncontrollably, her beautiful face turned purplish-red from suffocation, tears streamed from her eyes, mingling with the thick, white semen belonging to Wang Meng that kept overflowing from her mouth and nose, covering her face in a disheveled state.

She felt a burning pain in her throat, as if it had been branded with a hot iron, and her stomach was churning, filled with that fishy, ​​pungent liquid that she both respected and feared—the liquid that belonged to Wang Meng.

She suppressed the urge to vomit and desperately swallowed all the remaining essence in her mouth and throat.

Wang Meng looked down at her.

He felt extremely comfortable all over his body at that moment.

The immense medicinal power of that pill perfectly merged with the life force that erupted from him at the moment of launch, transforming into an unprecedentedly vast true energy that surged endlessly through his restored meridians.

He looked at Li Qingluo kneeling before the bed, like a broken rag doll, and at her beautiful face covered with his essence and tears, a hint of enjoyment flashed in his eyes.

"Madam, please don't waste it."

Li Qingluo trembled. She raised her head, her phoenix eyes, blurred with tears and semen, filled with endless humility and...submission.

She understood what Wang Meng meant.

She stretched out her trembling hand and carefully scraped off the sticky white liquid that had flowed from her nostrils and dripped onto her chest.

Then, under Wang Meng's cold gaze, she put her fingers, which were covered in essence, back into her mouth and licked them clean with her delicate tongue, leaving not a single drop.

Only after doing all this did she become like a clingy kitten.

With a hint of expectation and ingratiation, she looked up at Wang Meng.

"Meng Guan...it's time for your medicine!"

Wang Meng gently wiped the sweat from his forehead. Although his injuries had been somewhat relieved after some breathing exercises, the intense impact he had just experienced still left him extremely exhausted.

That deep-seated weariness made him yearn for a pool of hot water to wash over him.

He slowly turned to Li Qingluo, who was kneeling on the ground and had just recovered from the extreme humiliation.

A playful, yet utterly cold, smile curved his lips as he spoke in a tone that seemed gentle but was actually utterly unyielding: "Madam, do you still remember that pavilion?"

Li Qingluo's body trembled violently. Of course she remembered; she was a firsthand witness.

"I wonder if Madam would be willing to bathe with me?"

These words struck Li Qingluo like a thunderclap!

She was stunned at first, and then an overwhelming, burning sense of shame surged up from the bottom of her heart to her cheeks like a tide, making her already flushed face turn bright red.

Bathing with him in that almost semi-open pavilion-style hot spring?

Normally, this wouldn't be a problem.

But now, the manor is full of martial arts practitioners who have come to participate in the auction, as well as her good sisters... If someone sees this...

"A fierce official..."

Her voice, already hoarse from being ravaged, trembled even more violently, filled with a faint plea and fear: "Now... now there are too many people in the manor, this... this is absolutely impossible..."

Her last shred of dignity gave her the courage to utter this feeble protest.

Wang Meng was not moved in the slightest by her words.

He simply reached out the large hand that had been pressing down on her head and gently stroked her cheek downwards.

Fingers, precise yet brutal, probed into her clothes, which were soaked with sweat and milk, and pinched the bud that had quietly stood erect because of its owner's gaze!

"what!"

Li Qingluo let out a suppressed cry of surprise, feeling a sharp, mixed sensation of pain and numbness flash through her body like lightning from her chest!

His fingers were rough and strong, pinching her sensitive bud and twisting and pulling it without any pity.

That poor bud, already swollen and red from his fondling, was now damp and sticky.

As Wang Meng cruelly kneaded her, drops of clear, pale milk were forcibly squeezed out from the small hole at the tip, then slowly and shamefully dripped down her plump, snowy curves.

Looking at her face contorted with pain and shame, and at the drop of milk that represented humiliation, Wang Meng's smile deepened.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered, in a voice like a devil's, "My lady, is such a small request too much to ask of your husband?"

"My slave..."

"This servant... will go... arrange... right away!"

The moment Li Qingluo uttered those two words, the intense pain and stimulation emanating from the bud that Wang Meng had maliciously toyed with by his fingers was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing her nerves, which had just been stretched to their limit, to snap completely!

A surge of heat, completely beyond her control, suddenly gushed out from the depths of her tunnel!

"Pfft!"

The sound was clearly audible, accompanied by a warm sensation. A large amount of bodily fluid instantly soaked through her panties, trickling down her thighs and leaving a small, shameful puddle on the ground beneath her.

This sudden surge of spring made her go limp. If Wang Meng hadn't been pinching her nipples with his fingers, she probably would have collapsed into the pool of her own bodily fluids.

Wang Meng could clearly feel her body spasming, hear the sound of the gushing fluid, and look down to see the rapidly expanding wet patch beneath her.

"Thank you for your kindness, Madam!"

Wang Meng slowly, with an almost theatrical sense of ritual, placed the finger that had just been ravaging inside her clothes, now stained with a drop of her shameful milk, into his mouth.

He put that finger in his mouth and used his tongue to carefully lick clean the drop of slightly sweet milk, still warm from her body.

He even deliberately made soft, savoring sounds, as if he were tasting some rare delicacy.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Li Qingluo's Conquest Completed!

Wow!

A pair of delicate hands scooped up the clear well water and poured it into her sacred mouth.

Shi Feixuan knelt by the well, desperately rinsing her mouth with the clear mountain spring water.

She scraped her tongue root, her palate, and every inch of her oral mucosa with her tongue, as if she wanted to scrape off a layer of skin in this self-torturing way in order to completely remove the fishy smell that made her nauseous.

But it was no use.

No matter how many times she rinsed her mouth, no matter how much she rubbed the inside of her mouth until it ached, that domineering and aggressive scent belonging to that man lingered like a bone-deep infection, stubbornly residing deep within her taste buds.

With each swallow, she seemed to taste the strong, scalding smell of urine again, a smell that reminded her of how a man had defiled her most sacred body in the most brutal and primitive way.

She repeatedly spat out the water in her mouth, as if she were vomiting out her internal organs.

The Taoist robe she wore, which represented the glory and sanctity of Cihang Jingzhai, had long been burned into a handful of ashes by her "Sword Heart Clarity" true energy without hesitation, and scattered with the wind.

She used the most precious scented soap to rub her alabaster-white skin until it was red and even broken in some places, causing a stinging pain.

She thought that as long as she washed hard enough, she could wash away the man's scent that clung to her body.

But that pungent smell seemed to have seeped into her very bones and been imprinted on her soul.

The scent of soap was delicate and elegant, and the scent of spring water was sweet and refreshing, but when they came into contact with her skin, what ultimately rose was that strong, masculine odor that made her feel endless humiliation.

The scent was like an invisible veil, completely enveloping her from head to toe, its lingering aroma never fading.

She finally stopped her futile efforts and knelt in the cold well water in despair.

Water droplets slid down her flawless cheeks, taking away only the warmth of the water, but not a trace of the nauseating stench.

Her arms trembled as she slowly hugged herself.