The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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"The highest bidder wins; that's only natural."

After the courtyard gate was gently closed and the idlers on either side were cleared away, only Wang Meng and the purple-clad "young master" remained in the courtyard.

The night wind was exceptionally cool, rustling the leaves, but it did nothing to dispel the increasingly sticky and intense eerie atmosphere between the two.

Wang Meng spoke casually, but a layer of cold sweat had actually seeped out from his back.

He knew that just a split second later, his head would have been cleaved open like a rotten watermelon by that ghost-headed knife.

The scent of death was so close that his blood was still slightly boiling.

But his hand holding that snow-white little foot remained as firm as an iron clamp, without loosening its grip in the slightest.

Even worse, his wicked finger became even more brazen, drawing circles even more recklessly on the extremely sensitive soles of his feet. He gently and slowly rubbed the delicate soles with the calloused tip of his finger, even occasionally lightly scratching the skin with his nail.

"Um...you...you bastard..."

The word "bastard" had barely left his lips when it softened by three parts and became seven parts seductive, losing all its force of cursing and sounding more like a lover's playful scolding.

The "young master's" body trembled violently, as an extreme sense of shame and an unprecedented, unfamiliar feeling surged wildly through her body like two raging torrents.

She was born noble, and had never suffered such a humiliation!

To be so easily manipulated by a rude man, a lowly commoner!

A surge of dignity and rage from the depths of her blood welled up within her. She desperately tried to reclaim her authority and wanted to curse the man before her with the most vicious words.

"Outrageous! Unrestrained!"

She gritted her teeth and squeezed out two words, but her voice trembled uncontrollably from her rapid breathing: "You lowly commoner!"

Shuzi!

Do you know... do you know who I... this young master is?

Once I get away... I will definitely... I will definitely cut you into a thousand pieces!

I will exterminate your entire family!

what! ”

The final "ah" turned into a high-pitched, sharp, and cloying scream.

Because Wang Meng's large hand not only did not loosen because of her threats, but instead became even more aggressive.

Instead of drawing circles with his thumb, he pressed down heavily on the most concave and sensitive spot in the center of his foot with an extremely aggressive force, and then pushed hard!

"Ugh... No, don't... Stop..."

In that instant, she felt as if her entire soul had been pierced through by that finger!

A tingling electric current, ten times stronger than before, surged wildly from the soles of my feet, rushed straight to my tailbone, and then exploded up my spine to the top of my head!

Her vision went white, and her mind went blank for a moment. All dignity, identity, and threats were swept away by this domineering force!

Her body went limp, and she could only helplessly tilt her head back, her red lips parted, uttering broken, intermittent moans.

A single, glistening tear, finally unable to bear the weight of shame and ecstasy, slid down from the corner of her tightly closed eye, flowing down her cheeks flushed with desire.

Looking at her completely out of control, at her face contorted with extreme pleasure yet strangely alluring, Wang Meng felt an unprecedented surge of desire to conquer.

However, amidst the satisfaction, a deep sense of doubt quietly surfaced in my mind.

Just who is this woman?

He pondered to himself, his gaze lingering on her face, which was glistening with sweat and had seductive eyes.

They don't seem to know martial arts, yet they have such a grand entourage, and their guards are all highly skilled; their identities must be either rich or noble.

But this reaction... is a bit too exaggerated.

The mere sole of her foot was enough to defeat her so utterly, leaving her completely disoriented and nearly bringing her to orgasm.

Could it be... that she's still a virgin?

Once the thought arises, it can never be shaken off.

Only this reason can explain why she had such a naive yet intense reaction.

This doesn't seem fake; it's more like a barren wasteland that has never been cultivated, which, upon first tasting the sweet rain, instantly overflows and becomes a disaster.

The thought that he was defiled by a noble virgin filled Wang Meng with a burning desire to conquer.

But just as the woman was still immersed in the afterglow of shame and ecstasy, her body and mind in a daze, Wang Meng suddenly let go of her hand.

The large hand, like an iron clamp, that had brought her both hellish shame and heavenly bliss, was withdrawn without warning.

The warm, enveloping feeling vanished instantly, replaced by the cool night breeze in the courtyard.

An indescribable emptiness and loss suddenly gripped her heart.

The woman froze, her confused consciousness instantly clearing somewhat.

Reason screamed at her, ordering her to immediately pull her foot back and hide this shameful evidence.

But her body seemed to have its own will.

That snow-white little foot hesitated in mid-air for a fleeting moment.

Instead of immediately retracting, it trembled slightly due to the loss of support, its toes unconsciously curling up as if trying to hold onto something, or perhaps savoring the exquisite, intoxicating sensation it had just experienced.

That brief hesitation, in Wang Meng's eyes, was undoubtedly a more blatant invitation than any words.

Finally, as if she had been burned, she abruptly pulled her foot back, frantically hiding it under her wide trouser leg, as if it were evidence of a crime that couldn't be exposed to the light of day.

She frantically straightened her disheveled clothes, trying to regain her haughty "young master" demeanor, but her heaving chest, flushed cheeks, and misty, unfocused eyes betrayed the turmoil raging within her.

Wang Meng watched her leisurely, a playful smile playing on his lips. He didn't say anything, just quietly enjoying her disheveled state.

"What...what are you looking at!"

The woman seemed to have finally regained a voice, but it was terribly hoarse. She shouted fiercely but weakly, "If you've seen enough, get out of here!"

"I will remember what happened today!"

"Oh?"

Wang Meng spoke slowly, his voice low and deep, yet carrying a lazy and playful air, like a cat playing with a mouse, "I thought that you, young master, would like this way of apologizing."

Look, you can't even say a complete sentence anymore.

“What nonsense!

You... shameless wretch!

She trembled with rage, yet dared not provoke him with even more vicious words, fearing that his clutches would reach out again. "I was... I was so angry because of your despicable methods!"

"Is it?"

Wang Meng stepped forward, leaning slightly forward, instantly closing the distance between them. He could even smell a faint, strange scent emanating from her, a mixture of alcohol and feminine fragrance, which grew stronger with her panic and arousal. He stared into her evasive eyes and asked, word by word, "But your feet... it doesn't seem to say that."

It seemed to be telling me...it felt good, and I wanted to do it again.

"You...you are talking nonsense!"

This rebuttal was less an expression of anger and more a lament born of extreme shame and indignation. The "young master's" cheeks flushed crimson, as if doused with boiling water, even his ears turning bright red.

Her eyes darted around nervously, avoiding eye contact with Wang Meng's seemingly all-seeing eyes.

Wang Meng's smile deepened, tinged with undisguised mockery.

"nonsense?"

He chuckled softly, his gaze deliberately moving down from her flushed face, as if piercing through layers of clothing, and landing once again on her feet, which were now completely hidden.

“Your face, your breathing, and the way you’re all limp tell you more than your mouth.”

Wang Meng paused, then his tone suddenly changed, becoming even more contemptuous: "Speaking of dishonesty... you came to my Mantuo Manor today with such a grand entourage, putting on this accusatory act, is it really for that 'Blood Jade Coral' that you didn't manage to bid on?"

Before she could answer, he coldly tore off her last veil of modesty: "Actually, you know better than anyone that you simply can't afford that thing."

Right? "

These words were like the sharpest knife, piercing her heart deeply!

The "young master's" body trembled violently, his face turning from red to white, then from white to green, a truly striking sight.

Wang Meng admired her expression and continued to slowly and deliberately torture her dignity with his words: "The rules of my Mandu Manor have always been clear and transparent, the highest bidder wins, and we treat everyone fairly, young and old."

This is a principle that all merchants understand.

If you don't have the skills, don't take on the job.

Since you're short of money, don't try to act like a rich young master who spends money like water, only to come here and throw a tantrum afterward because you can't accept losing.

He leaned down, getting even closer, his hot breath almost hitting her face, and whispered in her ear in an extremely wicked, amused tone: "You're not ashamed, but I'm embarrassed for you."

Tell me, are you here to auction off, or... to beg for my pity?

Wang Meng's words, "Beg me to have pity on you," were like a red-hot iron, branding the woman's proudest self-esteem.

In an instant, the color drained from her face, which had been flushed with desire and shame, and she turned deathly pale.

It seems like she's thinking about something shameful.

But just a moment later, a surge of furious crimson rushed back, completely engulfing the paleness.

Her eyes were no longer filled with the dazedness and moisture of before, but instead ignited two clusters of wildfire that were enough to start a prairie fire!

"you wanna die!"

These three words were practically spat out one by one from between her clenched teeth.

That was a kind of reckless rage, as if its most sensitive spot had been touched!

Just as Wang Meng was still immersed in the verbal humiliation and preparing to enjoy her even more devastated expression, the woman in front of him made a completely unexpected move. She neither screamed nor cried.

She simply raised her hand abruptly, and with a "whoosh," a large handful of snow-white substance was flung out from her sleeve!

That wasn't some kind of hidden weapon, but a silver note!

Stacks upon stacks of silver notes, all large-denomination drafts of five hundred taels each issued by the "Sihaitong" money exchange of the Great Song Dynasty, were now being frantically thrown into the air as if they were waste paper.

In an instant, the entire courtyard seemed to be blanketed in a lavish blizzard.

Slips of paper, representing the lifelong wealth of an ordinary family, fluttered in the cold moonlight, eventually settling lightly on the ground, landing on Wang Meng's shoulder and covering the messy floor.

"Look carefully!"