The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Behind him stood two elderly men with an aura as cold as ice.

On either side of the hall, a dozen or so fierce-looking warriors stood with their hands on their swords, surrounding the inner hall like an iron barrel.

The young master tapped the table slowly with the tip of his folding fan, but his gaze, like that of a venomous snake, roamed unabashedly over Madam Ruan's ripe body.

"Madam Ruan!"

The young master finally spoke, his voice clear and resonant, yet carrying an undeniable tone of command, "I heard you received a large order for 100,000 dan of grain?"

Madam Ruan's heart skipped a beat, and she forced a smile, saying, "Young Master Zhao... is well-informed... this is indeed true."

"very good!"

The young master nodded, his smile turning cold: "I'll take that batch of grain. The price is negotiable!"

These words struck Mrs. Ruan like a bolt from the blue, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.

She cried out, "But...but I've already received the full deposit, this...this isn't right..."

"rule?"

The young man seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He stood up and looked down at the beautiful widow who was terrified and pale.

His gaze was aggressive, as if he wanted to see right through the thin robe she was wearing.

He slowly raised his hand and casually waved it at the two old men standing behind him.

"You guys take your men out first."

His voice returned to its usual carefree, playboy tone, but the commanding tone was undeniable: "I have some private 'business' to discuss with our beautiful Madam Ruan privately."

"You guard the gate. Don't let anyone in before I come out, and don't let anyone... hear any sound."

The last sentence was spoken with great meaning, and his gaze was fixed on Madam Ruan's chest, which was heaving violently with fear.

The two old men exchanged a glance, a knowing glint in their cloudy eyes.

They said nothing, only bowed respectfully, and then, like two shadows, silently led all the warriors in the hall out.

The heavy nanmu door was slowly closed with a muffled thud. After the final creak, the entire inner room fell into a chilling, absolute silence.

The last glimmer of light was cut off, with only a few candles flickering in the dim hall, casting distorted shadows of the two figures on the walls.

The previous threat, though terrifying because it was made in full view of everyone, was ultimately still a distance away.

Now, only the two of them remain in this enclosed space.

She watched helplessly as the unbelievably handsome "Young Master Zhao" walked towards her step by step.

Every step felt like stepping on her heart.

“Madam Ruan, we can have a proper talk now.”

The young man walked up to her, no longer just a table away, but so close that she could clearly smell the faint scent of ambergris on him, mixed with a hint of clean soapberry fragrance—incredibly pleasant, yet incredibly dangerous.

The young master reached out and, with a touch of insult, used his cold, jade-bone folding fan to gently and disdainfully lift the blush that had risen on Madam Ruan's pretty face, which was flushed with fear and strange desire.

The cold touch of the fan ribs caused Madam Ruan's body to tremble involuntarily.

"You said we should talk about the 'rules' of the grain store first!"

"...Let's talk about yourself first. What kind of 'rules' should you follow?"

The young master's voice was extremely low, like a devil's whisper, his breath almost touching Madam Ruan's ear.

The warm air instantly turned Madam Ruan's ears bright red, as if they were about to bleed.

A tingling, humiliating, and infuriating sensation, like an electric current, coursed through her entire body from her ears.

Madam Ruan's refined internal energy, cultivated over many years, had now become a traitor, igniting her body. The true energy, which should have been used to defend against enemies, transformed into a ball of molten lava churning deep within her lower abdomen, burning away all her reason.

Her cheeks burned, and she could clearly feel an unfamiliar heat rising from between her legs, making the silk against her skin stick to her dampness in a shameful way.

She bit her lip hard, trying to maintain the last line of defense of a chaste and virtuous woman, but the cry deep in her body that yearned to be completely conquered and penetrated by a powerful force became clearer and clearer.

The young man observed all her subtle reactions, and his smile deepened.

It was the cruel yet pleasurable smile of a hunter toying with his prey.

Her hand abandoned the folding fan, her warm fingertips replacing her cold, jade-like bones, gently gliding over Madam Ruan's smooth chin, then slowly moving down her long, snow-white neck.

Wherever his fingertips touched, Madam Ruan's skin would break out in a fine ruffle of goosebumps. The young man's fingers finally rested on the lake-green Chinese knot button that tightly fastened the collar of his long robe.

"This outfit is beautiful!"

The young master's fingertips lightly touched the small frog clasp, his voice full of playful appreciation: "It wraps your ripe body so well... just right."

It's just a bit too much of a nuisance.

Before she finished speaking, she flicked her finger lightly.

With a soft "pop," the first button popped open.

Madam Ruan trembled all over, like a startled rabbit, and instinctively tried to struggle, but found that her body had already gone limp and she couldn't muster any strength at all.

The bulging hem of the garment, now free of a single button, immediately opened slightly to both sides, revealing a small patch of deep, dazzling white cleavage.

The young man's eyes lit up. Instead of rushing to unravel the next one, she patiently unpacked a rare treasure like an artist.

With a light flick of the fingertips, the last button fell off.

The tightly bound collar suddenly opened, no longer able to contain the snowy, warm fragrance within.

In the candlelight, her breathtakingly voluptuous curves resembled the finest jade, trembling slightly with her breath.

A touch of crimson at the tip, quietly hardening in the cool air, silently telling of its owner's shame and desire.

"Truly...a rare gem."

The young master exclaimed sincerely, his gaze filled with naked possessiveness and a hint of barely perceptible jealousy, lingering on the pair of snow-white mounds that trembled slightly with their owner's breath.

Madam Ruan's face was so red it looked like it could bleed, and a wave of shame overwhelmed her.

She crossed her arms over her chest, trying in vain to cover herself from the spring light, but her body trembled even more violently because of the intense shame, and her two full breasts swayed in an alluring wave.

"stand up."

The command was concise and cold.

Madam Ruan hesitated, but her body instinctively obeyed the order.

Her legs went weak as she stood up from the armchair. With her movement, the long robe with all its buttons undone seemed to lose its last support, and with a "whoosh," it slid down to her ankles along the smooth curves of her body.

A mature, voluptuous, and fatally alluring perfect body was laid bare and unmasked before the young master.

She was only wearing a small, semi-transparent silk underpants, soaked with bodily fluids.

The panties couldn't completely cover her buttocks; the two snow-white buttocks bulged out from both sides, forming a whip-like arc.

"Snapped!"

It made a crisp sound, like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

In the deathly silence of the room, a scorching peach blossom color suddenly spread across the trembling, snow-white arc.

A broken moan escaped her throat, and her body went limp.

The young master's hand did not leave, but followed the stunning curves upwards, caressing her slender waist and then her smooth back. "His body is much more honest than his mouth."

She walked up to Madam Ruan, faced her, and extended two fingers to hook the edge of the already worn-out underwear.

"Do you want to do it yourself, or should I help you?"

She asked, her voice filled with malicious mockery.

Madam Ruan bit her lower lip tightly, tears welling up in her eyes. In the end, the humiliation of being disciplined and controlled overcame her last shred of reason.

As the last strand of silk slipped away, the secluded garden was finally exposed.

The water glistens in the valley, and the most delicate touch of crimson trembles and stands erect shyly in the air.

Her gaze was like the most intense sunlight.

With just one glance, she blossomed silently.

"Very good, it seems you are ready, Madam..."

As she spoke, she suddenly took something out of her wide robe sleeves.

When Madam Ruan looked closely, she was instantly struck dumb.

That was a... a huge, awful thing carved from the finest Hetian white jade.

The jade is of a rugged quality and exudes a chilling aura.

Madam Ruan's pupils contracted sharply. Before she could even speak, the cold touch of the jade tip had already kissed her secret flower, which was burning hot with desire and trembling uncontrollably.

"what……"

The extreme clash of ice and fire left her mind blank for a moment.

The string of reason snapped, the body arched violently, and a spasm-like convulsion exploded from the tailbone; the long-suppressed warmth finally broke free and overflowed.

"what!"

Looking at the out-of-control spring tide, the young master's lips curled into an even more wicked smile.

She chuckled softly, "What a charming hypocrite."

Warm fingertips replaced the icy coolness of the jade, deftly exploring the depths of the slippery valley.

First, he gently caressed and twisted it, then he aimed at that trembling bud and cruelly ground it.

All that escaped from between Madam Ruan's teeth were broken, sweet sobs.

That proud, dignified demeanor crumbled inch by inch into mud under this precise provocation, never to be pieced back together.

"There's so much water..."

The young man pulled out his two water-soaked fingers and held them in front of Madam Ruan's eyes; the transparent, viscous liquid stretched into alluring threads in the candlelight.

"Look for yourself, see how much you want to..."

Madam Ruan was filled with shame and indignation, turning her head away, unable to bear looking at the shameful evidence.

But the body's reaction is becoming increasingly honest.

That deep, dark place seemed to come alive, each silent opening and closing a lament for the unbearable emptiness.