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"So it's the Murong family from Gusu who have arrived."
Wang Meng sneered inwardly, "This bitch's behavior must mean she's here to secretly meet her cousin."
By the way, what was her cousin's name again?
It had been many years since Wang Meng had read the novel "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils," and he was somewhat dazed with the memory. It took him a while to recall it.
Oh, it seems... his name is Murong Fu!
The renowned "Southern Murong" was as famous as Qiao Feng of the Beggars' Sect; his name was truly legendary.
Looking at Wang Yuyan's furtive, shy yet expectant expression, Wang Meng immediately understood.
No wonder she acted this way.
In this era of strict gender segregation and rigid social norms, even among cousins, it was highly inappropriate for an unmarried girl to meet a grown man in private, as it could easily attract criticism and ruin her reputation.
Moreover, judging from Wang Yuyan's expression, she was clearly a young girl in love and deeply in love with her cousin. Such a private visit carried a taboo connotation, so she naturally had to be so careful, for fear of being seen by others.
However, things don't always go as planned, and it seems that Miss Wang's arrival today was somewhat unfortunate.
Her beloved cousin didn't seem to be in the courtyard at the moment.
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and a clear look of disappointment gradually spread across her face, which had originally been filled with excitement and anticipation.
She sighed softly, feeling resentful and self-pitying. Just as she was about to quietly turn away and look for another opportunity, she suddenly heard faint footsteps and low voices coming from the direction of the main gate of the courtyard.
The voices were very cautious, as if they were deliberately lowering their voices. One was a clear, youthful voice, while the other was slightly hoarse, with a touch of middle-aged composure.
Because of the distance and the deliberate lowering of the voice, the content of the speech was not clearly heard.
However, the indistinct conversation sounded like heavenly music to Wang Yuyan's ears!
Her eyes, which had been dim, suddenly brightened, and her disappointment vanished, replaced by an undisguised joy.
She recognized the young man's voice; it was none other than her cousin, Murong Fu, whom she had been longing for day and night!
Her body trembled slightly, and almost instinctively she wanted to take a step forward and go towards the source of the sound.
But just as she was about to lift her jade-like foot and her joy was about to turn into action, a sudden change occurred!
A sudden, immense force struck her from behind. A strong, powerful arm, like an iron hoop, tightly encircled her waist, violently pulling her backward and shoving her into a solid chest.
Wang Yuyan was suddenly attacked and was so frightened that she was scared out of her wits. Before she could even cry out, everything went black. A large, rough, sweaty hand had already covered her eyes with lightning speed, suppressing her scream deep into her throat.
She felt dizzy and smelled a strange male scent. She was shocked, angry and scared. She tried to struggle, but her body was held tightly by the iron arm and she could not move.
What made her even more ashamed and indignant was that her vision was taken away and her screams were silenced.
The other, audacious and without warning, had already invaded her chest!
Through the thin spring dress, that hand accurately covered her slightly raised, delicate left breast, and ruthlessly squeezed and kneaded it.
Although that area was still somewhat immature, it possessed a unique, startling elasticity and firmness characteristic of young girls.
This sudden, rough pressure brought not only the shame of being touched by an unfamiliar person, but also a slight pain and strange tingling sensation from being forcibly humiliated.
"That's incredibly rude!"
Although Wang Meng didn't cover her mouth, this Miss Wang didn't dare to make a sound.
Because, outside the courtyard, the familiar footsteps and voices grew clearer and clearer, as if each sound was pounding on Wang Yuyan's heart, which was pounding violently with fear and humiliation.
Just a stone's throw away was the man she longed for day and night.
At this moment, however, she was being held tightly in the arms of an unidentified thug, suffering unspeakable humiliation.
The rough, powerful hand that covered her eyes plunged her into darkness, leaving her only able to sense the approaching outside world through hearing and the nauseating sensation on her body.
The other hand continued to knead and squeeze her soft breasts with unbridled force, the heat and pressure transmitted through her clothes seeming to want to crush her. Each touch was like a red-hot iron, leaving humiliating marks on her delicate skin.
She twisted and turned desperately, trying to break free from this nightmarish confinement, making muffled, suppressed sobs. Tears streamed uncontrollably from her covered eyes, wetting her rough palm.
However, all her struggles seemed so pale and powerless in the face of those iron clamp-like arms.
Just as Wang Yuyan's will was on the verge of collapse and she was filled with despair, a voice, tinged with mockery and coldness, whispered in her ear like the hiss of a viper. The voice was deliberately lowered, yet it carried a chilling penetrating power: "Shh... my dear lady, don't move around or make any loud noise."
Listen, your cousin, the infamous Murong Fu, is right outside. His footsteps…tsk tsk, they're getting closer and closer.”
Wang Meng's breath, carrying a hint of warmth, brushed against Wang Yuyan's sensitive earlobe, causing her to involuntarily flinch.
He could clearly feel the violent trembling of the delicate body in his arms. The trembling, stemming from fear, was transmitted through their close physical contact, giving rise to a secret and twisted feeling within him.
He paused, seemingly enjoying her helplessness and fear, before continuing slowly, "You said, if you screamed now, let him hear... hear that you're here, being subjected to this by me..."
He deliberately drew out his words, the implications of which were self-evident. Every word was like a fine needle, piercing Wang Yuyan's heart.
"...What will he think?"
The Murong family was a prominent clan in Jiangnan, and they valued their reputation above all else.
Would your proud and arrogant cousin be willing to marry a woman who has been defiled?
Even if he were willing, would the ancestors of the Murong family tolerate a woman with such a stain as their mistress?
Think about it carefully, my dear lady!
Wang Meng's voice was as gentle as a lover's murmur, yet it ruthlessly shattered the last glimmer of hope in Wang Yuyan's heart.
He could even feel that as he spoke, the woman in his arms stiffened like a stone statue, and the despair and fear almost overflowed from her tense body.
"Cool!"
A feeling of exhilarating satisfaction, as if a great grudge had been avenged, quickly spread through Wang Meng's body.
Wang Meng's actions became increasingly bold and violent.
He seemed to derive some morbid encouragement from Wang Yuyan's desperate stiffness. The hand that had been covering her eyes suddenly slid down and forcefully grabbed her small chin, forcing her to tilt her head back slightly.
"Don't open your eyes! If you do, I'll kill you! And I'll strip you naked and throw you in front of your cousin."
Before Wang Yuyan could react, a hot, masculine scent pressed against her lips!
It was a kiss devoid of any tenderness, filled with aggression and possessiveness. Wang Meng's lips and tongue roughly ground against her delicate lips, even attempting to pry open her teeth and explore deeper.
"Ugh... Ugh!"
Wang Yuyan trembled violently from the sudden, intensely humiliating kiss, an unprecedented feeling of disgust and humiliation rushing to her mind.
She shook her head frantically from side to side, trying to avoid the disgusting invasion, her clenched teeth desperately resisting the other's penetration.
His hands instinctively rose up and began to pound wildly on Wang Meng's chest and arms, making dull "bang" sounds.
However, her strength was like a tickle to Wang Meng, who was strong and determined to commit violence; it had no effect whatsoever.
Wang Meng was instead provoked by her resistance, and his arms tightened around her waist, almost breaking her bones. The hand that had been ravaging her chest became even more aggressive.
Wang Meng still held her chin firmly with one hand, preventing her from completely escaping his plunder, while his other hand roughly pressed and rubbed her soft breasts.
Through the thin silk fabric, he could clearly feel the amazing elasticity and delicate texture under his palm.
This sensation did not evoke any pity in him; instead, it aroused his primal urge to destroy.
He greedily savored the slightly salty taste born of fear and struggle, while his wicked fingertip deftly hooked and flicked, finding the tie of the apricot-red embroidered lotus-patterned bodice she wore close to her skin.
With a sudden tug, the thin ribbon snapped!
"no, do not want!"
In the split second, Wang Yuyan managed to break free from the savage kiss and let out a sharp, short cry of pain.
But it's too late.
With his other hand, Wang Meng roughly pulled open the bodice of her dress. The apricot-red bodice, a symbol of a young girl's last bit of modesty and privacy, was ripped off her body, exposing her even fairer and more delicate skin, as well as her chest, which was heaving slightly with fear and shame.
at the same time!
"Boom~"
A soft yet exceptionally clear sound of water broke through the silence, a silence so profound you could hear your own heartbeat.
Wang Meng's tongue, like a nimble venomous snake, broke through Wang Yuyan's last psychological defenses, savagely and without any pity probing into her soft, fragrant mouth that had never been violated by anyone else.
Wang Yuyan felt a strong, hot current carrying the scent of a strange man rush into her mouth, instantly overwhelming all her senses.
She instinctively tried to dodge and clench her teeth, but her jaw was firmly held in place by the other person. The nimble tongue easily pried open her teeth's defenses and swept and entangled freely on the soft inner walls of her mouth.
It was an indescribable shame and disgust, yet mixed with a strange, inexplicable stimulation that made her body go weak.
She could clearly feel the roughness of the other person's tongue, the unique masculine scent, mixed with the saliva in her own mouth secreted due to nervousness, carrying a hint of tea fragrance.
"Um... um..."
Wang Yuyan let out a broken, incoherent sob from deep in her throat.
She clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, trying to resist the overwhelming humiliation with pain, but her body grew weaker and weaker against her will.
Her breathing became heavy and rapid, her chest heaving violently, each gasp accompanied by a broken, trembling sound.
That once pure and ethereal face, untouched by worldly concerns, was now flushed with an unnatural redness due to lack of oxygen and intense emotion. Sweat mixed with tears slid down her forehead and the corners of her eyes, leaving wet streaks on her delicate skin.
Wang Meng greedily savored this unexpected sweetness.
He slowly and provocatively withdrew his tongue, the glistening strand of saliva mixed with their own briefly elongating and connecting between their lips before snapping with a "snap," leaving a few drops wetting her soft lower lip, making it appear both exquisite and unbearable.
Looking at the woman in his arms, who was in a daze, panting, and with a dazed look in her eyes, Wang Meng saw a stark contrast to her usual noble and aloof image, which was so intense it made his blood boil.
Those eyes, which were originally as clear as autumn water, were now covered with a layer of mist, carrying a hint of bewilderment, a hint of humiliation, and a strange emotion that she herself was unaware of, which had been forcibly stirred up.
Her rapid, sobbing breaths, combined with her disheveled hair and flushed cheeks, created a broken beauty that could drive any man mad.
"Your saliva...it's so sweet!"
Wang Meng's voice was hoarse and deep, carrying a hint of post-coital languor and satisfaction. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips as if savoring the moment, but his gaze was fixed on Wang Yuyan's slightly trembling, glistening red lips, like a wild beast locking onto its prey.
At the same time, he lifted up the bodice that still carried Wang Yuyan's body heat and faint fragrance.
His eyes gleamed with the excitement and cruelty of a successful plunder.
He leaned close to Wang Yuyan's ear and, in a voice only the two of them could hear, said with a hint of smug panting, "Look, this little thing that's always with me is mine now."
"If your cousin found out, do you think he would still want you?"
Outside, Murong Fu's voice seemed to be heard from outside the door.
Wang Yuyan froze, feeling as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and her legs trembled involuntarily.
The footsteps seemed to have already entered the courtyard!