Of course, someone was still fighting with all their might—Yao Ling himself. Although he was also very tempted, he knew that if he could defeat Ying Huanhuan and retrieve the seed of the Immortal Origin Tree, he could do whatever he wanted with this girl.
Then, would he keep her as his own possession, share her with others, or do whatever he wanted?
So, after witnessing this scene, Yao Ling put in extra effort. He had already set his sights on the girl, and for now, he'd let the weakest person have her; later, the girl would be his.
Noticing the gazes of those around her, Ying Huanhuan tightly pursed her lips, her pretty face burning. She wasn't just ashamed that so many people were looking at her; she was ashamed of herself for feeling her body heat up under their gazes. She felt a surge of heat within her body; she was actually aroused while being played with by a man and watched by so many others. Although she knew she wasn't actually that promiscuous, the extreme shame, the dissatisfaction and desire in her body, her husband watching, and the fact that her body was being played with in public and simultaneously ogled by so many people created a multitude of sensations that acted like a natural aphrodisiac, igniting a wicked fire within her and making her body more sensitive.
"Oh, little beauty, what's wrong? Are you feeling it now?" said the person behind Ying Huanhuan.
"Hmph, no way!" Ying Huanhuan denied it outright. Whether it was true or not, that was her only answer.
"Really? I feel your body getting hotter. I didn't take off your clothes from behind, and I'm still dressed, but even so, I can feel your body getting hot." The person behind Ying Huanhuan paused, then continued, "And aside from your hot body, how do you explain the reaction in my hand? It was a little hard when I touched it, and now, after just a few touches, it's completely hard! And you still say you don't feel anything?"
"No way! Ah~" Although the person behind her had hit the nail on the head, Ying Huanhuan still denied it repeatedly. But as she denied it, the person behind her pinched her right nipple hard with their right hand and tugged at her left nipple with their left, causing her body to tremble again.
"Oh my, you're making pretty good noises. Why don't you moan a few more times? If it feels good, just make a sound. Why hold it in?" the person behind Ying Huanhuan teased.
"It's not that it feels good! It's because you're hurting me that I'm making noises!"
"Haha, little beauty, you're really stubborn. It's just as good as what I have in my hand," the person behind Ying Huanhuan chuckled mischievously, then continued, "Your mouth up there doesn't seem to be very honest. Let me see what the one down there is like."
"Ah? You, what are you doing? Don't touch me, ah!"
After saying that, to Ying Huanhuan's astonishment, the person behind her reached his left hand under her skirt and slipped it inside. The instant his hand went inside, Ying Huanhuan blushed and cried out, then her body leaned forward, and the person's left hand was pulled out from under her skirt.
This scene was witnessed by those present, who, like Ying Huanhuan, gasped in surprise. Although Ying Huanhuan was sitting cross-legged, her legs mostly concealing her lower body, they could still glimpse a pinkish shadow through the gap between her skirt and thigh when the hand slipped under her skirt. Since the magnified view of the figure behind Ying Huanhuan didn't show the man behind her, they couldn't see his hand inside her skirt. However, without a hand obstructing their view, they could naturally see the edge of her underpants revealed after the skirt was lifted.
Moreover, their exclamations were devoid of any embarrassment; they were purely out of amusement and amusement. Some even whistled, leering at Ying Huanhuan. They intended to interrupt her martial arts in this way. After all, while the shadow didn't pose a significant threat, and defeating it wouldn't be easy, no one wanted to fight an evenly matched opponent indefinitely. And even if they didn't intend to retrieve the Immortal Origin Tree seed, who among them wasn't tempted by Ying Huanhuan?
"Hmm, little beauty, your mouth down there is much more honest than I imagined," the person behind Ying Huanhuan said, glancing at the glistening liquid on their hands. "Look at this water on my hand. I only touched it outside my panties, and I haven't even put my hand inside yet, and it's already this wet. Are you still going to say you didn't feel anything?"
This time, Ying Huanhuan just pursed her lips and remained silent. She looked at the glistening liquid on the person's hand behind her, her face flushed, and lowered her head. Being touched in the groin by the person behind her filled her with shame, and with so many people watching her every move, the teasing laughter and whistles reaching her ears, she didn't know how to react.
"Hehe, little beauty, you don't need to act so resistant, do you? Look at your body, it's all showing. If you want it, just say so. Do you think I wouldn't satisfy you?"
The person behind Ying Huanhuan grinned and said. After speaking, he reached his left hand under Ying Huanhuan's skirt again, slipping it inside.
Ying Huanhuan trembled slightly. She heard the whistling sound again, and she could feel the person's hand inside her skirt reaching her thigh, then climbing up her thigh, quickly reaching the groin. As she trembled, the hand touched her panties again. This time, the hand didn't just grope; it slowly caressed her panties, the palm stimulating her vulva through her completely soaked panties, fingers teasing her delicate petals and secretions. At this moment, she heard the person's voice again.
"Hehe, little beauty, when I first saw you, I thought you were quite innocent, and I assumed you were still a virgin. I never expected you to be so lewd beneath your appearance! You're all wet like this, have you already been with several men?"
The man behind Ying Huanhuan, while touching her body, continued with a laugh after she remained silent. "Little beauty, tell me, if you haven't been with several men, why are you so wet? What's the reason? Is it because I'm touching you too comfortably? Although I've never had a partner, I've been with quite a few women, and my skills should be pretty good. Besides, I've never been with someone as young, beautiful, and with such a good background as you." "So, you're a girl. Or do you like being watched? Look at you, your body gets so hot after being seen, doesn't it? Or are you just a little slut who likes being played with by men? Can you give me an explanation?"
Ying Huanhuan blushed at the barrage of questions from the person behind her, unsure how to answer. She could only shake her head, but the person behind her clearly didn't care about her answer. Ying Huanhuan felt a hand inside her skirt pull down her panties, revealing her vulva. Then, the hand's fingers probed into her vulva, half a finger inserted into her vagina along with her vaginal fluids. Ying Huanhuan let out a soft moan at this action.
"Oh, little beauty, I didn't expect you to be so tight down there! It's making it hard for my fingers to move. I thought your wanton body had been developed by several men at the same time, but it seems that's not the case. Although you're not a virgin anymore, you probably haven't been touched by many men yet, right? It seems your body was naturally wanton. And not only is it tight, your little hole is wet, hot, and soft; it feels amazing to touch." The man behind Ying Huanhuan laughed again. He had a young, beautiful woman of considerable status who couldn't resist him, and he was humiliating and playing with her body. This feeling gave him immense pleasure. He didn't know how much longer he would live anyway. Even if the Dao Sect had suffered a loss this time, he knew Yao Ling would eventually deal with him after this, so he had to get his money's worth.
Lin Dong swallowed hard, watching the scene unfold. The sight was absolutely breathtaking. His beloved wife sat cross-legged atop a mountain peak, a man behind her groping her. Knowing Ying Huanhuan as he did, Lin Dong knew the man behind her was already inside her. She sat there, blushing, playing the guzheng. Although her body trembled slightly, the music was beautiful, accompanied by her soft moans—a truly exquisite scene. The view was magnified, allowing those opposite her to see her blushing face, her red lips parting and exhaling warm breath, her soft, white breasts, and the glimpses of her lower body—all breathtakingly beautiful.
Furthermore, Ying Huanhuan's panties were pulled back, revealing her pubic hair. Previously only pink, her lower body now showed a hint of black.