The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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The brown-haired girl's pupils dilated suddenly; she saw it!

He saw himself!

She tried to pull her hand away and stand up to run away, but her legs felt like lead and she couldn't move.

Her fingers were still stuck between her muddy legs.

Fear, like the coldest iron claw, gripped her heart.

The even stronger stimulus caused by fear caused her mind to go blank for a moment.

"what!"

A high-pitched yet suppressed scream escaped from her mouth the moment she reached her climax.

Her body arched suddenly, trembling violently, as streams of scalding fluid completely breached the last line of defense of her underwear.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, Wang Meng kicked open the security door that the brown-haired girl had locked from the inside.

The heavy iron door slammed open and crashed against the wall with a deafening roar.

Behind the door, the brown-haired girl, curled up on the ground with a flushed face and dazed eyes, trembled at the sudden loud noise and instinctively shrank back, looking up at the doorway.

Then, she saw the sight that sent shivers down her spine.

Wang Meng stood there, backlit by the dim light streaming in from the stairwell, his entire figure resembling a golem forged from slaughter and desire.

His body and face were splattered with the viscous liquid of zombies, a mixture of dark red and grayish-white, but his eyes were colder and calmer than the purest obsidian.

Beneath his feet lay a carpet of corpses, and behind him was an art gallery smeared with blood and flesh.

His body was covered with vibrant and colorful "trophies".

Saya Takagi, riding on his shoulders, had her once-proud pink twin tails now soaked with sweat and splattered blood, clinging messily to her flushed cheeks and neck.

She kept her eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling, and her lips bitten until they turned white, but she couldn't completely suppress the soft, suppressed moans that escaped from deep in her throat.

In that sprint of less than fifty meters, she experienced the longest and most enjoyable hellish journey of her life.

Every time Wang Meng sprinted forward, every time he twisted and swung his stick, her body would bounce and sway violently on his broad shoulders.

The white underwear, soaked with sweat and some unknown liquid, had long lost its protective function and become a thin, inescapable instrument of torture that only intensified friction.

Her two delicate, sensitive valleys were repeatedly ravaged by the hard muscles and coarse hair roots of his neck in this continuous and brutal grinding.

Each friction felt like countless rough sandpapers scraping back and forth on her skin, bringing waves of burning pain.

However, amidst this intense pain and extreme humiliation, an even more wicked and unfamiliar tingling sensation sprouted from the depths of her bulge like vines, climbing wildly upwards and rushing straight to her brain.

"Mmm... Ah... No... Stop..."

Her consciousness screamed and resisted frantically, but her body shamefully betrayed her.

She could clearly feel that deep within her flower lake, a large amount of fluid was being secreted uncontrollably, making her underwear even more muddy.

The viscous liquid made each friction smoother and deeper.

She could even feel her two swollen and burning vulvas, which were being rubbed raw, slightly opening up, as if yearning for something.

Her body trembled with fear, yet also shuddered.

This extreme separation between her mind and body nearly drove her to the brink of collapse.

Mu Wanqing, who was clinging tightly to Wang Meng's chest, was in no better condition.

She buried her face in Wang Meng's neck, greedily inhaling the air that was a mixture of sweat and blood, filled with a strong masculine scent, as if it were her only lifeline.

Her body was no longer stiff; instead, it had become hot and soft from the continuous, powerful squeezing and kneading.

Her breasts, pressed tightly against Wang Meng's chest muscles through her clothes, were already burning hot.

Those two small buds were worn hard and erect from being rubbed. Every slight friction would cause her lower abdomen to tighten and a warm current to surge from the depths of her valley.

She could clearly feel that her underwear at the base of her thighs was completely soaked with bodily fluids.

What made her feel even more ashamed was that she could clearly feel her muddy private parts pressing tightly against the area below Wang Meng's abdomen through two layers of fabric.

In the center of that area stands a sturdy high-rise building of considerable size!

Qin Hongmian, who was wrapped around his left side, presented a completely different picture.

Her face showed no fear, no shame, only a morbid flush and excitement from witnessing ultimate power.

Her eyes were filled with a fervent possessiveness.

She was not idle at all during the killing just now.

Like a mother snake, she constantly twisted her mature and voluptuous waist and actively used the softest and most sensitive parts of her body to press against and rub against Wang Meng's body, which was as hard as steel.

Her enormous, snow-white breasts, which were squeezed so tightly they seemed about to burst out, were repeatedly rubbed against Wang Meng's arms and ribs, the buds at their tips already as hard as pebbles.

Hers, on the other hand, has long been rampant.

In the brief moment when Wang Meng turned around, she secretly pressed her right leg, clad in stockings, even deeper between his legs, using her hot, wet vulva, soaked in bodily fluids, to rub forcefully against the side of Wang Meng's slowly awakening penis through the thin fabric of his pants.

The hard, hot touch transmitted through the fabric elicited a completely different reaction from Qin Hongmian's body.

The desires within her had long been ignited by this bloody slaughter.

She had no doubt that if this man had any ideas, she would immediately spread her legs and welcome his deeper and more complete possession.

Wang Meng seemed completely oblivious to the fascinating inner monologues and physical reactions of the three women on his body, or perhaps he simply didn't care.

He simply and coldly turned his gaze to the brown-haired girl who was sitting on the ground, looking at him with a mixture of fear, shock, and a hint of morbid longing.

The brown-haired girl could clearly feel that there was something wet and sticky between her thighs.

She realized that the look in her eyes when she looked at Wang Meng was no longer simply hatred, but mixed with far too many things... something complex and intense that even she herself couldn't discern.

Wang Meng looked at her without saying anything.

He simply stepped over the mess on the floor and entered the stairwell.

He casually placed Mu Wanqing, whom he was holding, on the steps of the stairs, as if she were a package.

Then, she gently pulled Takagi Saya off her shoulder and placed her next to Mu Wanqing.

Finally, Qin Hongmian, the "beautiful snake" who had been wrapped around him, reluctantly let go of his arms and leaned against the wall with her legs weak.

The two young girls, once separated from that hot and firm body, felt as if their bones had been removed, slumping softly on the steps, panting heavily, neither of them able to utter a single word.

Their school uniform skirts were already in disarray, revealing glimpses of what lay beneath. The air was thick with a bizarre stench, a mixture of blood, decay, and the scents of three different women.

Wang Meng ignored them.

He turned around and walked step by step back to the brown-haired girl who was still slumped over at the safety entrance.

He looked down at her, his eyes, calm and still, devoid of any emotion.

How do you want to die?

Wang Meng's face was expressionless. He simply looked down at the girl on the ground, who was trembling with fear and shame, with the cold gaze of someone examining goods.

But at that moment, a hoarse, furious shout suddenly came from the other end of the cleared corridor.

"てめえ...kill してやる!"

(You bastard... I'm going to kill you!)

Immediately afterwards, a boy wearing a tattered school uniform and sporting a neat short haircut suddenly rushed out from around the corner of the corridor!

"Korea!"

wrong!

He shouldn't be considered a teenager anymore.

Even... it's extremely difficult to be considered a person.

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The roar that came from the end of the corridor was filled with determination and grief.

"Korea!"

But Wang Meng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately sensed that something was wrong.

That... can't really be considered a "teenager" rushing over at all.

Even being able to be called a "person" is extremely difficult.

Although the figure was still wearing a school uniform, his skin had a pale, bloodless bluish-gray hue, characteristic of the dead.

A dense network of dark purple veins, like a spiderweb, crawled from his neck all the way to his cheeks and temples, pulsating slightly as he ran, as if flowing not with blood, but with some kind of black venom.

His posture was incredibly bizarre, his sprinting movements stiff yet swift, the joints of his limbs twisted at an angle that defied human ergonomics, each step seemed to break his bones, yet he unleashed a speed far beyond that of an ordinary person, like a cheetah.

That's not how a living person should run; it's more like a raging puppet controlled by invisible threads.

What's most unsettling is his eyes.

Those eyes were no longer those of a living person, yet they were not the murky, empty gray-white of an ordinary walking corpse.

Deep within the sclera, which had turned crimson from the ruptured capillaries, a cluster of black flames, filled with a mad obsession, burned in the two pinpoint-sized pupils!

He is dead.

There is no doubt that the virus has completely taken over his body.

But a certain unwilling obsession, like a scorching hot steel nail, forcibly nailed his fading fragments of consciousness firmly into this decaying body.

Therefore, he can still think, recognize people, and roar out the name that is etched into his bones.

All his drive and all his anger stemmed from this.

He saw the girl he had always wanted to protect, disheveled and slumped at another man's feet, her face flushed with a blush that he couldn't understand, yet instinctively felt was a profound sense of humiliation.

"Kill you... Kill you..."

The brown-haired girl suddenly looked up and saw that once incredibly familiar face, now twisted into the shape of a corpse.

She saw in his eyes a cluster of mad black flames burning only for her.

Fear, mixed with indescribable sorrow and guilt, instantly seized her heart, making her forget to breathe.