The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Li Qinglao's cheeks flushed a sickly red due to lack of oxygen and unusual stimulation.

pain!

It hurts!

But amidst this intense pain and humiliation, there was a strange, tingling sensation that made her tremble uncontrollably!

Her resistance gradually faded, and her body involuntarily went limp.

What made her even more ashamed and at a loss was that a familiar, uncontrollable swelling pain came from her full breasts.

Under such extreme stimulation, those breasts were awakened again and began to secrete milk!

"Well……"

She could clearly feel her nipples hardening and rising, with warm liquid gathering inside.

Immediately, two thin, white streams of water shot uncontrollably from the front of her purple silk robe, tracing two small parabolas in the air, soaking the silk fabric and leaving two dark, suggestive marks.

The pungent, sweet smell of breast milk mixed with the fragrance of orchids permeated the small space, creating an atmosphere of decadence.

This most shameful physiological change completely shattered Li Qingluo's last shred of reason.

She could even clearly feel a warm, moist current uncontrollably spreading between her legs... This feeling of being completely dominated and treated roughly as if she were an object was like the most potent poison, instantly eroding all her pride and dignity, and reawakening the servility deep within her that had never been touched before and that she herself was unaware of.

Seeing that she had completely lost the will to resist, and that her eyes were filled with only confusion and despair, Wang Meng loosened his grip slightly, allowing her to breathe with difficulty.

He pressed on, his voice filled with an undeniable air of control: "Answer me, are you trying to control me?"

Li Qingluo gasped for breath, greedily inhaling the air that carried his masculine scent.

There was no trace of the master's authority left in her eyes, only a hazy, watery light and the absolute obedience of a female to the strong.

She looked up at the rough man on top of her, and answered in a broken, hoarse, almost pleading voice, trembling, "No... I wouldn't dare... My lord... I... I'm yours... You can do whatever you want with me..."

Wang Meng let out a suppressed groan as the aftereffects of forcibly exerting his power instantly erupted.

He felt a churning in his chest; that moment of domineering power and control had drained the last bit of vitality he was clinging to with a century-old ginseng.

His body went limp, and he lay back down, powerless. A mouthful of sweet-smelling black blood flowed down the corner of his mouth again, dripping onto the snow-white pillowcase, a horrifying sight.

Li Qingluo, who had just been wallowing in desire and humiliation, was jolted awake by this scene, as if pricked by a needle.

She scrambled off Wang Meng, the lingering tears in her eyes replaced by heartache and panic.

"A formidable official!"

She gasped in surprise, not even bothering to straighten her disheveled clothes, and quickly bent down to carefully and gently wipe the blood from the corner of Wang Meng's mouth with her sleeve.

After wiping away the blood, she hurriedly picked up the bowl of still-warm medicine, sat back down by the bed, and held the spoon to Wang Meng's lips, her voice trembling with tears and pleading: "Meng Guan, please drink your medicine. You're too badly injured; you can't get angry anymore..."

However, Wang Meng didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, simply turning his head slightly to refuse the medicine spoon offered to his lips.

Li Qingluo was taken aback and wanted to persuade him again, but she found that Wang Meng's gaze was not on her at all, nor on the bowl of precious medicine.

His gaze, fixed and commanding, was fixed on the two dark marks on her chest, soaked with milk.

There, the loose purple silk robe clung tightly to her silhouette, heaving violently from her recent struggle and her current rapid breathing, exuding a deadly allure. Li

Qingluo's hand holding the medicine bowl trembled slightly.

She instantly understood the meaning in those eyes.

That wasn't an inquiry, that wasn't a request, that was a command.

It is a person's most direct and primal need for their possessions.

Her cheeks suddenly burned, even hotter than when her neck was being choked.

But this time, it wasn't humiliation, but a mixture of shame, submission, and a strange, exciting feeling of being needed.

She silently placed the bowl of medicine in her hand gently on the bedside table.

"The medicine was too bitter, it was...it was my oversight..."

She lowered her head, her voice barely audible, and dared not look Wang Meng in the eye.

Immediately, with trembling hands, she untied the sash around her waist. The purple silk robe slid down to the sides like flower petals, revealing her mature, voluptuous, and curvaceous snow-white body to Wang Meng without reservation.

Especially her breasts, which had just been sprayed with perfume, were now completely exposed to the air.

The sudden coolness and the owner's shame made them stand even more erect. The two nipples at the top, already full of milk and rosy and dripping, were now as hard as jewels, with glistening drops of milk still remaining on the areolas.

Li Qingluo knelt on the edge of the bed, cupping one of her ample breasts in her hands as if it were a most precious offering, and carefully, with endless obedience, slowly brought it to Wang Meng's lips.

Her voice trembled violently, carrying a submissive quality that sent chills down your spine: "My lord... drink this... this... is more effective than a spoon..."

Seeing how compliant she was.

He even went so far as to use his most private parts as a medicinal ingredient for healing, and only then did Wang Meng reveal an extremely satisfied smile.

The smile had a sickly pallor, yet it was filled with the triumph of a conqueror.

Without any hesitation, he opened his mouth and bit down on the nipple that was already hard as a ruby.

"Well!"

Li Qingluo let out a suppressed groan.

A strange, tingling sensation mixed with a slight pain burst forth from the nipple he was holding in his mouth, shooting up her spine and into her brain, leaving her completely limp.

She could even feel his rough tongue forcefully licking and sucking her most sensitive bud.

This feeling was more intense than ever before, almost making her faint.

But she did not forget her "mission".

Li Qingluo steadied her violently trembling body, one hand continuing to hold her ample breast that Wang Meng was sucking in his mouth, while the other hand picked up the bowl of dark medicine again.

She scooped up a spoonful of the scalding hot medicine with a spoon, her movements as gentle as if she were afraid of disturbing the king who was eating.

Instead of handing her the spoon directly, she carefully poured the bitter medicine slowly, drop by drop, onto the top of her breasts.

The scalding hot medicine touched her cold skin, sending another shiver through her.

The dark liquid slowly flowed down the rounded curve of her breasts, gathering at the base of the nipple that Wang Meng was holding in his mouth, and then mixed with the warm, white milk that was being sucked out.

Black and white, bitterness and sweetness, medicinal properties and maternal instincts, all intertwined in this moment in the most primal and unadulterated way.

Wang Meng's Adam's apple bobbed as he slowly swallowed the milk mixed with the medicinal juice, mouthful by mouthful.

The breast milk itself isn't very sweet, but the life essence it contains and Li Qingluo's unique body fragrance make it an excellent harmonizer, perfectly neutralizing the unbearable bitterness of the Chinese medicine.

The warm current slid down his esophagus into his stomach and then spread to his limbs and bones. The effect was actually several times better than simply taking medicine.

Wang Meng, like a greedy infant, savored this unique "medicinal cuisine" while gently, with a hint of punishment, nibbling at the soft bud in his mouth, feeling the suppressed, soft moans emanating from the woman beneath him because of his actions. Mei, do you want to...? Lin, are you free...?

Li Qingluo almost bit her lips until they bled in order to barely keep herself from screaming.

She could clearly feel her perky nipples being sucked until they were slightly numb, and each swallow felt like a tug at her most sensitive nerves.

Meanwhile, her other breast, still free, was throbbing with pain from the intense stimulation. Tiny drops of milky fluid were uncontrollably leaking from the nipple, dripping onto the brocade quilt and leaving a small damp patch. The emptiness she felt and the constantly flowing, slippery, warm fluid made her feel utterly ashamed.

She knelt by the bed, repeating the same action. One spoonful after another... She used herself as the medicine bowl and her breasts as the delivery vessel, using her own milk to gently and obediently feed the entire bowl of bitter medicine into the mouth of the man who had just conquered her not long ago.

When Wang Meng swallowed the last spoonful of medicine, Li Qingluo was drenched in sweat, as if she had collapsed from exhaustion.

She looked at Wang Meng's lips, which were red from suckling milk, her eyes glazed over, all traces of the pride of the master of Mantuo Manor gone, replaced by utter subservience and depravity.

She was about to pull back her breast, which had been sucked until it was red and shiny, but Wang Meng still didn't let go. Instead, he licked it lightly with his tongue, as if savoring the last bit of flavor.

Just at this tender and enchanting moment, when the sweet aroma reached its peak!

Squeak!

The door was suddenly pushed open.

A clear, cool voice rang out, its tone filled with excitement: "Qingluo, the auxiliary medicines you requested have been brought. And guess who's here?"

Hurry up and bring out those 'Eighteen Scholars' plants of yours..."

A female Taoist nun wearing a gray-blue Taoist robe and a headscarf walked in.

She seemed to be talking to someone behind her, so she turned to the side and didn't look at the bed immediately.

The sudden intrusion seemed to freeze the air in the room for a moment.

Li Qingluo's body stiffened in an instant, like a wooden sculpture struck by lightning!

Her blood seemed to freeze instantly, her mind went blank, and all that remained was the word "It's over."

Soul fly away!

She remained kneeling on the edge of the bed, her upper body naked, with one breast being held in the man's mouth.

Extreme shame and fear, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed her.

She could even feel the mud between her legs, which had just subsided, surging with heat again due to the intense stimulation.

Fear, shame, and... a touch of perverse excitement at having one's secret exposed.

Wang Meng's reaction was completely different. Instead of panicking, he slowly and deliberately released Li Qingluo's nipple with a hint of provocation.

Boo!

A faint sound was all the more distinct in the deathly silent room.

The nipple, swollen and red from being sucked, glistening with saliva and medicine stains, slid out of his mouth, trembling slightly in the air.

At this moment, the female Taoist nun finally finished explaining her business, turned around, and turned her gaze into the room. Her voice abruptly stopped.

His calm, unwavering gaze froze the moment he saw the appalling scene on the bed.

What she saw was Li Qingluo's snow-white chest, and a man lying half-reclined on Qingluo's bed, his lips glistening with suspicious moisture... Her mouth gaped open, and she stood frozen in place, as if she had witnessed something even more bizarre than the supernatural.

Chapter Twenty-One: "How about... we lift it up and take a look?"

After the initial shock, the nun's expression instantly turned strange.

A sharp, sword-like aura emanated from her, dispelling the romantic atmosphere that filled the room.

But she simply turned around abruptly, slammed the door shut with a loud bang, and then locked the latch firmly behind her.

They blocked the only way out.

After doing all this, she slowly turned around. Her eyes, which were usually calm and still, were now like two sharp, icy swords, fixed on Wang Meng.