The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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"You...you have the nerve to say that to me!"

You shameless old man!

Saya Takagi also felt the same pressure to explore inwards. The fear and anticipation of being invaded by a foreign object made her rebuttal incoherent and filled with emotional sobs.

Their argument had completely devolved into the most vicious, yet most genuine, mutual denunciation.

At that moment, their will was simultaneously pushed to the edge of a precipice.

The two spiritual tentacles suddenly changed their target.

Instead of attacking directly, they nimbly swam upwards, like two venomous snakes, hooking onto the edges of the mother and daughter's underwear, which were already soaked with bodily fluids.

"Tear!"

Although there was no sound, they all clearly felt their underwear being pulled down by an irresistible force and then peeled off from their slippery, dark valleys.

What followed was a scene that froze their very souls.

Those two spiritual tentacles, with an almost artistic precision and cruelty, swiftly kneaded and folded their respective soft panties, which were stained with the stench of fish and still warm from their bodies.

In the end, it was rolled into a tight ball of cloth, about the thickness of a finger.

Then, the two blobs of cloth, which embodied their own shame, were precisely pressed against the entrances of their delicate anuses by the spiritual tentacles.

The two clumps of fabric, their tips condensed by mental energy into drill bits, began to slowly rotate, drilling into their desperately contracting anuses!

"Pfft..."

The rough fibers of the fabric rubbed against the most sensitive tender flesh at the entrance of the anus, bringing a sharp, indescribable stinging sensation. But this stinging sensation was strangely mixed with an even stronger taboo that shot straight from the tailbone to the top of the head!

She screamed, almost tearing her throat apart.

But, just a fraction of a second before the sound bursts from their mouths, something even colder, called "dignity" and "fear," like an iron clamp, tightly grips their vocal cords!

Don't shout!

You absolutely must not scream!

This thought was the only shared and final obsession in their minds at that moment.

They couldn't let the other person know about their embarrassing state, and they couldn't let anyone outside the car notice anything unusual!

Thus, the only exit of the volcano, which was about to erupt, was forcibly blocked.

The magma could only ravage their bodies in a more violent and destructive way!

She could clearly feel how the cloth, which was filled with her bodily fluids and shame, stretched open her tight anus inch by inch and squeezed into her narrow, untouched rectum!

The tearing sensation of her anus being forcibly invaded by a foreign object and the feeling of being filled were in stark contrast to the empty passage that was still flowing with bodily fluids. The two sensations intertwined, igniting an unprecedented sensory storm that swept through her entire body!

"Squeak!"

A screeching sound of tires screeching, loud enough to make the entire convoy's hearts tremble, shattered the silence of the ruins!

Yuriko Takagi's car suddenly braked without warning!

Her body convulsed violently and uncontrollably because of that indescribable feeling that exploded from deep within her.

Her right foot slammed down on the brake pedal in a spasm!

The entire car seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, with the front of the car slumping down and the rear rising high.

The immense inertia slammed the mother and daughter forward, the seatbelts constricting their chests with excruciating pain, almost suffocating them.

Yuriko Takagi's forehead slammed heavily against the steering wheel with a dull thud.

The piercing sound of car horns blared incessantly, echoing through the sky.

She was in the driver's seat, her body still convulsing violently. Her elegant and noble face was rolled back, she was only breathing in but not out, and a trace of saliva even spilled from the corner of her mouth.

She clenched her teeth and swallowed back the overwhelming scream that was a mixture of climax and pain.

Beside her, Saya Takagi was in no better condition.

She made no sound, but her body was putting on a silent, frenzied mime.

Her body arched in the seat, reaching an arc that exceeded the limits of human endurance, every muscle taut with extreme tension, as if to tear the expensive leather seat apart.

Her mouth was wide open, like a dying fish thrown ashore, but she couldn't make a sound.

Saya Takagi's nerves, stretched to their limit, snapped completely!

At the same instant, this noble mother and daughter were simultaneously pushed to the peak by this extreme shame emanating from their anus!

"Pfft!"

Poof! "

Even if they silenced their voices, the betrayal of their bodies could not be stopped.

Two streams of heat, like a flash flood, gushed out simultaneously from deep within their legs amidst their rapid and silent breathing!

Large amounts of thick, viscous bodily fluids with a strong, fishy smell completely soaked the hem of their kimonos, their school uniform skirts, and even the leather chairs beneath them, turning them into a messy and undeniable testament to their shame.

The car horn was still blaring, and the mother and daughter slumped in their seats, completely exhausted.

The air was filled with the smell of burning tires, the metallic scent of blood, and... the pungent, pungent odor of their mixed female bodily fluids.

Neither of them looked at the other.

Inside the carriage, only the mother and daughter, who were as stiff as mud and unable to move even a finger, remained, along with their anuses, which were deeply and shamefully blocked by their own underwear.

In the van not far away, Wang Meng's eyes were closed, and a silent, cold smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"Fun!"

He murmured softly, in a voice only he could hear, as if savoring a unique dessert he had just tasted.

The car that had caused a minor commotion due to its sudden braking quickly restarted and slowly caught up with the convoy.

Through that invisible sense, Wang Meng could "see" that the atmosphere inside the carriage was even more deathly still than before.

The air still seemed to be filled with a strong, pungent odor, a mixture of musk and bodily fluids. The sticky water stain on the seat, which had begun to dry, was like a brand, silently telling the story of the silent, utterly shameful finale of the music that had just taken place.

Having seen this, Wang Meng temporarily lost interest in what would happen next.

Slowly, he began to extend his senses outward, like a giant sea monster stretching out countless tentacles from its lair, beginning to spy on this "fishing ground" that belonged to him!

He soon discovered that his all-encompassing God's-eye view was not very broad.

A spherical area with a radius of about twenty meters centered on him is the "domain" that he can absolutely control and clearly perceive.

Within this realm, he can, as before, condense his mental energy into tangible tentacles and do whatever he pleases.

Beyond twenty meters, and then to about fifty meters, his perception becomes blurred.

He could vaguely "see" some outlines and light and shadow, and "hear" some mixed sounds, as if he were watching an old television with a very poor signal, full of snow and noise, making it impossible to make precise interference.

As for what lies beyond fifty meters, it is utter darkness and the unknown.

"It seems my power is still limited... But this is just the beginning, it should be able to gradually increase, just like that Takahashi Momoeko... The image of that eccentric mother zombie appeared in my mind..."

Wang Meng's senses were caught in a jumble of random thoughts.

Like a radar scan, it swept over the other vehicles in the convoy.

He "saw" several policemen in a police car, their faces tense as they held their guns and whispered among themselves. Logically, Wang Meng shouldn't understand Japanese, but as his mental tentacles slowly enveloped the policemen, he was able to comprehend most of what they were saying.

He "saw" that in another car, several surviving students were huddled together, trembling, their faces filled with fear of the future.

These are all too boring.

Until his senses swept past a luxurious black minibus following in the middle of the convoy.

The atmosphere inside that car was completely different from anywhere else.

Inside the car, Takashiro Soichiro sat upright, his face, which always carried an air of authority and arrogance, now bearing a clear hint of solemnity and... awe.

Beside him sat several middle-aged men with similarly composed demeanor, dressed in suits and exuding an air of authority. They were clearly important figures who held high positions and were wealthy and powerful in peacetime.

Saeko Busujima sat quietly opposite them.

She wrapped the returned longsword in white cloth and placed it across her lap.

Wang Meng's perception seeped in like water.

"We must contact the Sun Monk as soon as possible!" (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

A middle-aged man with a receding hairline said in a deep voice, his fingers tapping nervously on the armrest, "Only she can possibly protect us and help us survive this catastrophe!"

Takashiro Soichiro nodded grimly: "Communications have been completely cut off. We can only hope that the people we sent out can reach Mount Fuji alive."

Just then, Saeko Busujima, who had been silent all along, slowly raised her head, and a trace of worry that was not commensurate with her age flashed in her beautiful eyes.

She looked at Takashiro Soichiro and said in a calm yet clear tone, "Uncle, Lady Hinode...did she...really summon me?"

Wang Meng's interest was instantly piqued.

Then, after a heavy silence fell over these important figures because of Saeko Busujima's words, they soon began to chatter on and on.

Wang Meng couldn't understand their accents.

However, most of the meaning is still understandable.

It turns out that, in the shadows of this country, there have always existed two ancient and powerful lineages—the Sun Monk and the Moon Monk.

They are the guardians of this country, one symbolizing Yang and the other symbolizing Yin.

One guards the order in broad daylight, while the other deals with the evil that breeds in the darkness.

Even so-called right-wing giants like the Takagi family are nothing more than peripheral secular forces in the face of these truly colossal entities.

But the Busujima family is different.

The Busujima family has been the most loyal subordinate family of the "Sun Monk" lineage since ancient times, and is a martial arts family that serves the "Sun"!

Each generation of the Sun Monk selects the woman with the highest spirituality and aptitude from among the women of the Busujima family to become the "Sun Maidservant" who serves by his side. This maidservant is not only the Sun Monk's personal bodyguard, her weapon, but also her most private... living sacrifice.

What Wang Meng found even more intriguing was that the current generation of "Sun Maid" was none other than Saeko Busujima's biological mother!

Saeko Busujima, from the moment of her birth, was designated as the top candidate for the next "Sun Maid" and underwent the most rigorous training. Her extraordinary swordsmanship...

It's not modern swordsmanship at all, but an ancient killing technique that has been passed down for thousands of years!

Today, her mother, the true "Sun Maiden," lives with other core members of the Sun Monk lineage in an ancient temple called "Dainichigetsu Kan'in Zenji" deep within Mount Fuji.

"I see……"