The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Same here!

You're not much better yourself!

Saya Takagi retorted sharply, showing no sign of backing down.

The other tentacle then pressed directly against her fair, youthful, and supple thigh outside her school uniform skirt.

The tip of the tentacle, like a lover's fingertips, carried a faint coolness as it slowly and ambiguously traced the most sensitive flesh of her inner thigh from behind her knees upwards.

"Varied……!"

Saya Takagi's voice also caught in her throat. She suddenly kicked her legs, and goosebumps rose all over her body from the sudden touch.

The atmosphere inside the car instantly became eerie.

"You...you can't sit still anymore?"

Did I hit the nail on the head?

Yuriko Takashiro felt the "snake" on her leg had crawled up to the back of her knee and even began to explore upwards unsatisfiedly. Her breathing became slightly erratic, and she tried to maintain her composure by scolding herself to cover up the strangeness in her body.

"You...you are the one!"

Why are your legs shaking!

Saya Takagi felt that invisible force had slid down to the base of her thighs, and even began to gently and tentatively rub against the edge of her panties.

A wetness that made her feel ashamed and indignant began to seep out uncontrollably from below.

Wang Meng's playful nature intensified.

He watched as the mother and daughter argued verbally but their bodies began to subtly change, and the curve of his lips grew increasingly cruel.

The tentacles, which were playing with Yuriko Takashiro's tentacles, did not stop climbing.

It circled around the plump thighs and came to the round and perky breasts that were bound by a wide belt.

The tentacle did not directly violate her, but instead transformed into a giant hand, and through several layers of fabric, it thoroughly and forcefully kneaded her right buttock!

"what!"

Yuriko Takagi could no longer hold back and let out a short scream.

It was a ripe, squeezed sensation, forceful and powerful, yet carrying a strange and shameful stimulation that was unfamiliar to her.

Her waist went limp instantly, and her scolding words turned into broken gasps: "You...you...you unfilial daughter..."

The tentacles that violated Saya Takagi were even more direct.

It slid straight in, slipping under her white school uniform shirt, its cold touch directly against her flat, warm abdomen.

The invisible force lingered briefly on her flat, warm abdomen before slowly moving upwards with an increasingly clear malice.

It finally stopped on her chest, as if savoring the girl's rising and falling breaths.

Then, through the thin school uniform shirt and underwear, this force precisely found the most sensitive apex that had quietly hardened due to shame and tension, and then began to gently yet cruelly tease and grind it in a highly skillful way.

"Eee... um..."

Saya Takagi shuddered violently as if she had been electrocuted. She arched her back and gripped the leather seat tightly with both hands. The words she had just wanted to say in response instantly turned into a sticky, tearful nasal voice.

Seeing her daughter's trembling body and flushed face, Yuriko Takagi subconsciously attributed it to her anger and embarrassment at having her sore spot touched.

She had neither the capacity nor the energy to discover any deeper anomalies.

This is not because she lacked keen observation skills as a mother.

Rather, it was because she herself was already in dire straits. The invisible hand that was wantonly kneading her plump buttocks became increasingly tyrannical, and with each squeeze, a tingling, itchy sensation rose in her tailbone, shooting straight up her spine to the top of her head.

This relentless, shameful feeling forced her to muster all her willpower just to barely maintain the steadyness of her voice, and to struggle futilely to preserve her crumbling "motherly authority."

What's wrong with me?

Could it be that I ate something bad?

Yuriko Takashiro's thoughts kept swaying back and forth.

Wang Meng's perverse sense of humor clearly goes beyond this.

A branch of a tentacle, like a cold, thin thread, silently slipped into Yuriko Takashiro's wooden clogs adorned with white tabi socks.

Instead of touching the instep, it went straight to the sole, targeting the most ticklish and tender flesh, and began to gently and repeatedly scratch at an extremely high frequency!

"Uh……!"

Yuriko Takagi was about to continue scolding Saya Takagi.

It suddenly turned into a suppressed groan.

She curled up as if electrocuted, her toes curling up desperately, an unbearable itch bursting from the soles of her feet, almost causing her to lose control of the steering wheel.

She could only bite her lip tightly, forcing the scream that was about to escape into a broken gasp mixed with pain.

"how?

Speechless now?

Seeing her mother's distorted expression, Takagi Saya assumed that her words had worked and immediately pursued her triumphantly.

But the next second, another cold tentacle gently wrapped around her ankle. The tip of the tentacle, like a snake's tongue, repeatedly and gently licked around her delicate ankle bones.

What terrified her even more was that the invisible force split off into another branch, quietly slipping under her raised armpit and gently touching her armpit!

Wang Meng's manipulation was escalating. Two new, more delicate tentacles, like tiny probes, simultaneously burrowed into the cochleas of the mother and daughter.

"Buzz!"

At the same time, it felt as if the mother and daughter's brains had been struck hard by a heavy hammer!

It was a terrifying invasion that was indescribable and directly affected the central nervous system!

The cold touch rubbed slowly against the inner walls of their most vulnerable ear canals, as if some tiny insects were about to crawl into their brains.

Inside the train carriage, the mother and daughter's argument completely stopped.

Instead, the two emitted suppressed, intermittent, broken moans from the strange and intense stimulation coming from different parts of their bodies.

They both saw the same fear, shame, and... a trace of uncontrollable, igniting desire in each other's eyes.

Those two tentacles that kept lingering around them.

At this moment, it becomes incredibly precise and vulgar.

Their tips, transformed into sharp and warm shapes, precisely and simultaneously struck the center of the tightly closed folds of the two women's bodies, which had never been touched by foreign objects before, through the layers of fabric.

"!"

"!"

Those two silent screams exploded simultaneously in the hearts of the mother and daughter!

That was the ultimate, thorough, and undeniable humiliation!

It was a more direct and sexually charged invasion than any language or gaze! A chill, as if freezing their souls, shot up from their tailbone to the top of their heads!

They could no longer maintain any pretense.

At this moment, the string of reason snapped completely.

Yuriko Takagi's body stiffened abruptly, and her pretty face, which had been flushed with passion and shame, turned deathly pale in an instant.

She looked at her daughter's equally pale face, the fear in her eyes so familiar, but at this moment she was overwhelmed by the immense shame of having her deepest forbidden zone touched, and simply assumed that her daughter was intimidated by her aura.

"What...what are you looking at!"

She used all her strength to squeeze out those words through clenched teeth.

Her voice became sharp and shrill due to extreme suppression, full of bluster and bravado: "You... filthy thing!"

Did I hit a nerve? Now you can't even speak!

She cursed angrily as she desperately tried to move her body, trying to get rid of the sharp, warm foreign object poking her anus.

But her actions were futile in the face of Wang Meng's will.

Instead of moving away, the tentacle maliciously began to draw circles lightly on the tightly closed folds.

"hiss……"

A tingling, numbing sensation, so intense it made her soul almost leave her body, emanated from that forbidden place, causing her waist to buckle uncontrollably and her entire weight to slump onto the seat.

"You...you are the one!"

Saya Takagi also snapped out of her momentary daze. Looking at her mother's pale and distorted face, she mistakenly thought it was a sign that her mother was at a loss for words.

She suppressed the shameful stimulation coming from behind her that almost made her cry, and retorted with all her might: "Old hag!"

I think you're the one who's trembling from what I've said!

Look at your face!

"Are you so desperate for a man?!"

Her words were extremely vicious, but her body betrayed her honestly.

The tentacle that had also been placed on her genitals began to tease her even more excessively.

Sometimes it transforms into a cold, fine needle, and sometimes into a warm tongue, repeatedly and gently licking and scratching that delicate, unexplored entrance.

"Ah...um..."

She jerked her legs together and twisted her body restlessly in the seat, trying to relieve the unbearable, itchy, and numb sensation through friction.

Her cheeks were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and she even managed to shed some tears.

"Disgusting!"

You...you're still twisting!

"Ha...you really...you want a man that badly?"

Seeing her daughter dawdling in her seat, Yuriko Takagi felt an inexplicable fire, mixed with her own increasingly intense desires, causing her to completely lose her mind. She cursed and uncontrollably arched her back, as if this would allow the tentacle to penetrate deeper and satisfy her shameful desires.

The tentacle was no longer satisfied with teasing from the outside; it began to tentatively push slightly into her tightly closed anus!

"Ugh!"

Yuriko's angry curses instantly turned into a broken groan filled with extreme pain.