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Am I supposed to spend my whole life wandering and living a life of hardship with him?!
These words were spoken urgently and harshly, as if he wanted to vent all the shame and anger in his heart, along with the desire aroused by Wang Meng.
However, the more she acted this way, the more unrestrained Wang Meng's actions became.
Li Qingluo could clearly feel that the most private part of her body was uncontrollably aroused by a shameful dampness.
It was a feeling that both made her feel utterly ashamed and indignant, yet also made her crave more.
She wanted to push Wang Meng away and rebuke his rudeness, but the waves of emptiness and tingling sensation deep within her body made her involuntarily lean back, pressing her soft buttocks even more tightly against the hot, hard object, letting it assault her most sensitive spot again and again, even through the obstruction of her clothes.
"I'm telling you, Wang Yuyan!"
Li Qingluo's voice grew sharper due to the turmoil within her body, carrying a kind of reckless madness: "You have to accept this marriage proposal from the Minister's mansion, whether you want to or not!"
You have no right to throw a tantrum here!
If you dare utter another word, you'll regret it!
She spoke these words with a fierce tone, unaware that her cheeks were already flushed, her eyes were glazed, her breathing was rapid, and there was even a trace of glistening saliva on her slightly parted red lips.
This sight was the ultimate temptation in Wang Meng's eyes, making his desire even more uncontrollable. He could no longer resist and pressed Li Qingluo against the window.
Before Li Qingluo could finish speaking, she felt a tremendous force shove her forward from behind, and she uncontrollably crashed into the window frame.
The cold, hard wooden windowpane pressed tightly against her chest, squeezing her already distorted breasts, which had been kneaded and deformed by Wang Meng, into an even more distorted shape.
"what!"
Li Qingluo let out another low roar, her shame and anger like two giant waves that instantly overwhelmed her.
Outside the window is a cobblestone path, and if someone were to look up at this moment, they would be able to see the unsightly scene inside the house clearly!
"Mother!
"How...how could you say such a thing about my cousin!"
On the stairs, Wang Yuyan's voice was filled with sobs and disbelief, "No matter how good the Minister's son is, my heart only belongs to my cousin!"
If you insist on forcing me, your daughter... your daughter would rather die to prove her innocence!
As soon as she finished speaking, a "thump" was heard, and Wang Yuyan actually knelt down. Her voice was shrill and resolute: "If Mother does not agree to my marriage with my cousin, I will kneel here today. If you insist on giving me to someone else, I... I will kill myself here rather than live on!"
Murong Fu stood below the small building, his face already ashen, then turning deathly pale. Li Qingluo's barbed and sarcastic words were like countless steel needles, piercing his proud heart and lungs.
He prided himself on being both a scholar and a warrior, and was determined to restore the Great Yan Dynasty. He had never suffered such humiliation before!
But Wang Yuyan is deeply in love with him, and now she is threatening to kill herself. If he were to leave, wouldn't he appear heartless and ungrateful, confirming the "down-and-out" reputation that Li Qingluo had given him?
He suppressed his anger and humiliation, trying his best to keep his voice calm, even with a hint of earnest flattery: "Auntie, please calm down. Yu Yan... she was just confused for a moment and spoke without thinking in her haste."
What merit do I possess to dare compare myself to the son of a high-ranking official?
However, my feelings for Yu Yan have been deeply rooted for a long time.
Do you think there's any way to salvage this situation?
A forced relationship is never sweet. If we push her too hard, what if Yu Yan does something foolish? Wouldn't we regret it then?
Please, Aunt, consider the sincerity between my nephew and Yuyan, and think it over!
Murong Fu spoke these words in a humble and earnest manner, almost as if he had lowered himself to the dust.
As he spoke, he looked up at the window of the small building, hoping to see if Li Qingluo would soften her stance.
However, he was unaware that Li Qingluo was being pressed against the window by Wang Meng in an extremely shameful position.
The daughter's cries and pleas downstairs, Murong Fu's desperate pleas, intertwined with the man's brutal assault on her, creating a mixture of shame and stimulation that nearly drove her to the brink of collapse.
She wanted to shout and push Wang Meng away, but her body was swept up by a strange, surging desire, and she gradually lost the strength to resist.
The words that spilled from those slightly parted red lips were no longer angry, but rather suppressed moans and gasps, tinged with sobs.
Her eyes were glazed over, her cheeks flushed, and glistening saliva slid down the corner of her mouth, dripping onto the cold windowpane, instantly spreading into a small, ambiguous water stain.
Chapter Seventeen: Counterattack! Capture Li Qingluo! (Part Two)
Murong Fu's humble and ingratiating words did not soften Li Qingluo's heart; instead, they were like a fire, completely igniting the resentment and humiliation that had accumulated in her heart for many years.
At this moment, Wang Meng's thick, hard, iron-like member, separated only by thin underwear, was grinding even more fiercely into her tender spot.
Its hard tip is poised to burst forth, as if to tear through the fabric and force its way into that humid, secret realm.
She could clearly feel that her crotch was already a muddy mess, and that shameful tide was flowing out uncontrollably, soaking her panties and making them cling tightly to her skin.
"Think twice?"
"Murong Fu, you still have the nerve to ask me to reconsider?"
Li Qingluo's voice became unusually sharp due to the surging desires and suppressed anger within her, carrying a hint of imperceptible fragility and trembling.
Wang Meng's hand grasped her chest, his fingertips roughly pressing and kneading her erect nipples.
Each touch sent shivers down her spine, and a deep emptiness and longing welled up within her lower abdomen.
She forced back the anger that was about to consume her, and said through gritted teeth, "Back then, how did your Murong family force my Wang family to agree to this ridiculous betrothal? Don't you know?"
Even if you don't know about this, have you forgotten how my husband, the head of the Wang family, was dragged down by your Murong family's so-called 'restoration of the kingdom,' squandered all his wealth, and ultimately died an unexplained death?
At this point, Li Qingluo felt that Wang Meng's actions were becoming increasingly excessive.
As if he felt that the clothes weren't enough to satisfy him, the mischievous hand under her skirt roughly parted her legs, and his fingertips pressed against her most sensitive spot through her soaked panties.
The sudden, direct stimulation made Li Qingluo tremble all over, and she abruptly brought her legs together, only to have them forcefully separated by Wang Meng.
Her words paused for a moment, and she let out a short, suppressed groan.
"Hmm... How much gold and silver has your Murong family plundered from the royal family under the guise of reviving the Yan Kingdom?"
Nearly two million taels of silver!
That's the culmination of generations of hard work by the Wang family!
Because of your unrealistic and delusional dreams of the Spring and Autumn Period, the Wang family almost collapsed!
You, Murong Fu, dare to say you don't know about this debt!
Her voice grew increasingly shrill, carrying a sense of desperate madness.
Wang Meng seemed to sense a strange stimulation from her intense words, and his hard desire ground even more fiercely against the crotch of her legs.
This caused Li Qingluo's body to involuntarily lean forward, responding to his movements, emitting soft, tearful sobs.
The sunlight outside the window seemed to have become scorching, making her body, pressed against the windowpane, feel slightly hot.
"Now, do you still have the nerve to let Yu Yan marry a spendthrift like you?"
Let her go with you into those daydreams?
I bother! "
Li Qingluo spat fiercely, but her eyes became hazy due to the rising desire within her.
She could feel Wang Meng's breathing becoming heavier and heavier, and his hot breath sprayed onto the back of her neck, giving her goosebumps.
He had somehow squeezed one of his legs between hers, using his knee to lift one of her legs high onto the windowsill, leaving her wide open.
"I'll tell you."
Li Qingluo's voice was heavy with gasps, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth, yet carrying a strange charm, "As long as I have a breath left, Wang Yuyan will never marry you, Murong Fu!"
She has no choice but to marry into the Minister's family, whether she likes it or not!
"You...you can forget about it!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Meng's warm, wet lips and tongue kissed and gently bit her earlobe, making her weak all over and almost collapse.
The hard, massive object finally found its weak point.
Through the unbearable weight of her underwear, (four words omitted).
An uncontrollable scream seemed to tear apart Li Qingluo's last pretense.
She felt the scalding hardness behind her, tearing through the last thin barrier, like a wild beast out of control, accompanied by the faint tearing sound of fabric.
Broken moans escaped from her lips, causing her to almost momentarily lose her senses.
Wang Meng seemed extremely satisfied with this first excavation. He let out a satisfied pant, exerted his strength in his waist and abdomen, and began a slow but highly aggressive digging process.
"You...your Murong family!"
Li Qingluo took a deep breath, trying to use angry words to cover up the shameful feeling that was spreading deep within her body.
Her voice grew sharper with the turmoil within her, carrying a kind of desperate madness, "The second day of the seventh month thirteen years ago!"
Did your father, Murong Bo, send someone disguised as a gardener to infiltrate my Mantuo Manor and steal the blueprints for the Langhuan Jade Cave's mechanisms?
Don't think I don't know!
Before she could finish speaking, Wang Meng's movements suddenly intensified. The slow grinding turned into a fierce impact.
The hard tip seemed to want to crush her completely.
Li Qingluo felt a sharp, aching pain in her lower abdomen, and her legs went weak uncontrollably, making it almost impossible for her to stand. She was only able to stand because Wang Meng held her tightly around the waist from behind.
And it is supported by a huge object embedded deep within it.
"Ugh... ugh... November 15th, eleven years ago!"
She screamed, her voice broken by the brutal violation, yet she forced it up, trying to drown out the blush-inducing sounds of water and flesh slapping: "Your second uncle, Murong Ke, that old bastard!"
Did they use the excuse of discussing martial arts with my elder brother, but in reality brought men to forcibly survey the secret passage from my Mantuo Manor to Langhuan Paradise?
"If I hadn't been prepared, you would have succeeded long ago!"
Wang Meng seemed to be provoked by her fierce words of resistance. He used one hand to ravage her already overburdened breasts more roughly, while his other hand went down her smooth back and probed between her wet buttocks, kneading her tender buttocks that were shaking from the vibration.
His breathing became heavier, each exhale carrying a scorching heat that sprayed onto Li Qingluo's sensitive neck and behind her ears.
“And you!
Murong Fu!
Li Qingluo's voice was already tinged with obvious sobs and undisguised panting; she could feel the arousal fluid within her gushing out like a burst dam.
She was forced to tilt her head back, her neck forming a graceful arc. Sweat soaked the strands of hair on her forehead, a few stray locks clinging messily to her flushed cheeks. Her eyes were glazed and filled with moisture.