The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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As Wang Meng had predicted, there was no one else in the pavilion at that moment, only the drunken Li Qingluo.

Once it was confirmed that there was no further disturbance, the pavilion, filled with the steam of the hot spring, now seemed like a secluded prison, cut off from the world.

An extremely audacious and provocative idea burned fiercely in Wang Meng's heart like a wildfire, completely consuming his remaining reason and scruples.

Without further hesitation, he acted swiftly and decisively. He first tore a small strip of cloth from the hem of his worn-out coarse cloth jacket with a sharp tear.

He folded the strip of cloth a few times and then slowly, with a strange sense of solemnity, covered his face with it.

Although the strip of cloth was simple, it was enough to cover most of his face, making it difficult for people to recognize his true appearance.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly stripped off his servant's clothes—a coarse cloth short jacket, undershirt, and trousers—which symbolized his lowly status, crumpled them into a ball, and stuffed them into a thicket of bushes not far away.

This is done for double insurance.

After all, he was now wearing the distinctive attire of servants at Mantuo Manor. The entire Mantuo Manor had only a dozen or so male servants, and they all did the most menial and tiring work. Even if they weren't familiar with each other, they could still recognize each other's faces.

Even if one only remembers that the perpetrator was dressed as a servant, it would still be a troublesome matter to investigate.

Now that he has covered his face and taken off all his clothes, he has completely eliminated any potential risks of his identity being exposed due to his clothing.

After confirming once again that no obvious flaws or clues would be left behind, Wang Meng, naked except for the strip of cloth covering his face, like a beast about to be released from its cage, slowly, step by step, walked towards the snow-white body lying drunk in the pavilion, exuding endless allure.

Inside the pavilion, Li Qingluo remained oblivious to the cold ground, muttering incoherently and tearfully, "Wine...wine...my wine...give me wine..."

Li Qingluo seemed to finally notice the strangeness around her.

Perhaps it was the presence of a strange man, or perhaps it was the undisguised, burning gaze that Wang Meng cast upon her.

Her previously hazy, drunken eyes suddenly widened, filled with confusion and alertness, and her babbling stopped.

As if trying to see the figure in front of her clearly, she subconsciously raised a snow-white arm and grabbed at Wang Meng haphazardly, asking indistinctly, "Who...who's there? Is...is it Ali?"

Quick... quick, help me up..."

Wang Meng was naturally not going to be caught by her weak and powerless hands.

He didn't even dodge. Just before that fair hand was about to touch him, he directly and decisively raised his right foot and then, heavily and mercilessly, stomped his rough and powerful foot, covered in mud and grass clippings, onto Li Qingluo's once beautiful face, which now looked somewhat disheveled due to drunkenness!

Wang Meng felt the soft touch of the beautiful face beneath his feet, a face that was once unattainable but was now being trampled upon by him, and the delicate body that trembled slightly with shame and indignation. An indescribable sense of conquest welled up in his heart.

He didn't say anything, but he increased the pressure of his foot by three points, making Li Qingluo's cheek press even more firmly against the ground, and the rough sole of his foot even rubbed slightly against her delicate skin.

"Ah...um..."

A muffled sob escaped Li Qingluo's throat, a mixture of pain, shame, and extreme anger.

The pressure on her cheek and the sandpaper-like friction made her clearly perceive the outline of each of the other person's toes, and she could even feel the stinging pain of those rough calluses scraping against her skin.

This also brought her back to her senses quickly.

Or rather, it's a state of being fully conscious, but the body is still in a state of intoxication.

What happened to her?

What happened to her?

The realization that her face, which she cherished most, was being wantonly ravaged by a dirty foot was driving her almost insane!

"presumptuous!

You...you audacious madman!

Do you know what you're doing?!

Li Qingluo's voice was muffled due to the oppression, but her deep-seated arrogance and anger were still clearly audible.

She twisted her head violently, trying to break free from the nightmarish grip.

Her hands scratched upwards even more frantically, her nails slicing across Wang Meng's calves.

Under normal circumstances, with Li Qingluo's skills, although she might not be considered a top-tier martial artist, killing Wang Meng would be a piece of cake.

But she drank Qingxuan Dew in order to get drunk.

Before the effects of this wine wear off, one's internal energy is truly insufficient.

It is also one of the treasures that martial arts practitioners often seek to get drunk on.

Therefore, the fingernails left a few shallow white marks, but they were completely unable to shake Wang Meng's ankle, which was as solid as iron.

Li Qingluo's resistance was futile, even laughable.

Normally, at her command, countless people would die for her.

A single glance from her could make those so-called heroes of the martial arts world tremble with fear.

She was used to being bossy and everyone bowing and scraping before her.

I never imagined that one day I would be trampled underfoot by a masked man, an unidentified "bold madman," in such a crude and despicable way!

This stark contrast was like two red-hot irons, branding her dignity with a sharp, scorching heat.

That foot, smelling of mud and the faint odor of men's sweaty feet, was now the only covering on her face.

She could even feel the tiny pebbles under her feet digging painfully into her cheeks, as if countless tiny insects were gnawing at her skin...

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Wang Meng could clearly feel the slipperiness and stickiness on his fingertips intensify rapidly.

He was immersed in this unprecedented conquest and intense visual and tactile stimulation.

He was even considering how to further savor this unexpected "delicacy," and how to make this high and mighty Lady Wang completely succumb to the wrath of him, a lowly servant.

Let her noble body remember the taste and power of this "lowly servant".

My body was tense from the sustained excitement, and my lower abdomen felt like it was on fire.

Just as Wang Meng was fantasizing about going deeper into defilement and conquest, considering whether to open the cherry lips first or go straight to the valley—his body trembled slightly, and the drop of liquid that condensed primal desire could no longer stay.

"Clap."

With a soft sound, a drop of clear, viscous liquid slid down, landing precisely on Li Qingluo's slightly parted, petal-like lips, which were parted by pain, humiliation, and intoxication.

The liquid rolled on her soft lips, slowly seeping into the creases, leaving a slightly ambiguous, glistening wet mark.

However, just as Wang Meng's mind was churning with even more sordid and audacious thoughts, preparing to push this newly begun "feast" to an even deeper level.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..."

A series of clear and hurried footsteps came from afar, undisguised, from the stone path outside the pavilion!

The footsteps sounded like more than one person, and they were moving very fast, clearly heading towards the hot spring pavilion.

"somebody is coming!"

This sudden commotion was like a bucket of ice water poured over Wang Meng's burning desire, instantly jolting him out of his near-manic state of excitement.

His movements suddenly froze, and a flash of alertness and coldness quickly crossed his eyes, which were reddened by conquest.

Despite his current outburst, Wang Meng's cautious nature, honed from his past life as a corporate slave, allowed him to make the most accurate judgment immediately.

He released his fingers almost reflexively.

The delicate snow-capped peak, ravaged and swollen from his actions, shrank slightly after losing the external force, but the tip still stubbornly secreted specks of white liquid, which looked particularly glaring in the night.

Wang Meng's gaze, carrying an undisguised regret and lingering interest, quickly swept over Li Qingluo, who was still on the ground, her body still twitching slightly from the intense stimulation, and emitting soft moans.

What a beauty... What a pity... This thought flashed through his mind.

Although he was filled with resentment, Wang Meng knew that this was not the time to indulge in lust.

Once discovered, especially by the female guards of Mantuo Manor blocking their way here.

With his current rudimentary skills...

I'd probably be knocked out the moment we met.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Meng abruptly raised the foot that had been pressing down on Li Qingluo's face.

Having lost this last restraint, Li Qingluo let out a muffled groan, her head tilting limply to the side as she gasped for breath, clearly not yet fully recovered from the extreme humiliation and pain she had just endured.

Before the other party could react, Wang Meng moved with lightning speed, like a startled cheetah. Without a moment's hesitation, and without even glancing back at Li Qingluo's miserable state, he turned naked and darted towards the bushes where he had hidden his clothes. He quickly disappeared into the deeper darkness.

The footsteps grew closer, and the shouts of the approaching people could be faintly heard.

"lady!

Are you inside?

The lantern in the female guard's hand began to shine faintly through the gaps in the flowers and trees, casting its light in this direction.

Wang Meng did not delay for even a moment longer.

Clutching the bundle of clothes reeking of sweat and dirt, his naked body was like a slippery eel, or a wisp of ghostly smoke blending into the night. Instead of returning the way he came, he suddenly exerted force in the opposite direction, moving with almost explosive speed. In a few leaps, he silently crossed a flowerbed and dodged several large trees, his figure rapidly shrinking under the cover of night.

His movements were clean and swift, without making a sound, as if they had never happened.

Only the hot spring pavilion behind her remained, still filled with the strong smell of alcohol, the ambiguous steam, and a faint, strange milky smell belonging to Li Qingluo, mixed with humiliation and despair.

And the utterly astonished expressions of the female guards who rushed in and faced this chaotic scene.

Along the way, he deliberately avoided main roads that might be guarded or patrolled, and instead chose secluded, dimly lit corners to sneak around.

Soon, the familiar servants' quarters came into view.

He listened intently for a moment, confirming that there was no unusual activity around him, only the faint barking of wild dogs in the distance, and no signs of a large-scale search.

Wang Meng carefully pushed open the creaking wooden door and slipped inside.

The room was pitch black, with only the faint moonlight from outside the window casting a dim, hazy glow.

Zhao Song, who shared the room, was already snoring loudly and fast asleep, lying sprawled out on another hard bed, completely unaware of everything around him.

This saved Wang Meng a lot of trouble. He quietly closed the door from the inside, making a barely audible "click".

Then, in the dark, he carelessly tossed the bundle of clothes he was carrying onto the foot of the bed, and like a tired stray dog, he lay heavily on his hard bed.

The bed groaned slightly under his weight. Wang Meng lay on his back, hands behind his head, his rapid breathing gradually calming down.

He closed his eyes, but his mind kept replaying the erotic and exciting scenes that had just occurred in the hot spring pavilion.

Li Qingluo's pretty face flushed red with shame and indignation, her snow-white chest dampened with tears and milk, especially the strange sensation lingering on her fingers, and the faint, sweet, milky scent that seemed to still linger in the air...

He subconsciously raised his right hand, brought it to his nose, and gently sniffed it.