After beating Ying Huanhuan, the weakest man, who had been grabbing her breasts, squeezed harder. Although he didn't want to interrupt her martial arts, he had to pretend to be ruthless in front of Yao Ling. After all, he was still on Yao Ling's side. Even though he had been defeated by Ying Huanhuan, he still had to maintain appearances. So, his grip became a little more forceful. As he squeezed, he thought to himself, "Don't give up because of this! Keep going!"
"Ah!"
The slight pain from the forceful grab on her sensitive area made Ying Huanhuan let out a sound. Her zither playing paused briefly, but only for a moment. She quickly resumed playing, her pretty face slightly flushed. The man's actions behind her filled her with shame and anger. She hadn't expected him to be so rough and hurt her. If she hadn't already told Lin Dong to continue, she would have killed him by now.
Seeing that Ying Huanhuan didn't stop even after he grabbed her, the weakest man was secretly delighted. Ying Huanhuan's actions suited his plan perfectly. As long as she continued, he could do more. The fact that he hadn't been attacked meant that Ying Huanhuan was currently powerless to fight back—a golden opportunity. So, he didn't hesitate. His other hand reached around from behind Ying Huanhuan to her chest, grasping her other breast, and began to knead it shamelessly.
Ying Huanhuan felt her breasts being constantly reshaped by the hands of the person behind her. A slight pleasure surged through her mind. At first, she felt nothing, but gradually, her face turned bright red. However, this wasn't because of the person's actions, but because of the woman projected in her image behind her. Shortly after the person behind her began kneading her breasts, she sensed many people shifting their gaze from her projected image to her. At first, Ying Huanhuan thought they were looking at her, so two blushes rose to her cheeks. But upon closer inspection, something seemed off, because their gazes weren't on her at all, but behind her. This puzzled Ying Huanhuan, and she immediately looked behind her. At that moment, her face also suddenly turned red, because the huge projection behind her was also changing. As her breasts were being kneaded and shaped by the person behind her, the reaction was also reflected in the projection behind her. And without the obstruction of the person's hands, she could only see the projection's breasts constantly changing shape.
Seeing this scene filled Ying Huanhuan with immense shame. She never expected such a thing to happen behind her. When she used the Bodhi Formless Sound, the giant shadow of the Bodhi tree should have appeared behind her, so how did it become her own image?
And not only did it become her image, but it also reflected what had happened to her.
Wasn't it like magnifying and displaying the scene of her being played with by another man right in front of those people in front of her?
Ying Huanhuan never imagined she would be openly exposed as someone being played with. However, despite this, Ying Huanhuan didn't stop or intervene. She secretly glanced at Lin Dong and saw that he seemed quite excited. So, after a moment's thought, she acquiesced, enduring her shame as she continued to have her breasts played with by those behind her. In any case, those people in front of her would eventually be killed by the reinforcements from the Dao Sect; none of them would escape.
Just as Ying Huanhuan, suppressing her embarrassment, acquiesced, her face flushed even more. The weakest person behind her seemed no longer content with merely fondling her breasts through her clothes. He grabbed her collar with both hands and ripped it open with a sharp tear. Her breasts, now unprotected, sprang to the view of the person behind her. Fortunately, she was still wearing an undergarment, otherwise they would have been completely exposed. However, Ying Huanhuan's relief was short-lived. The person behind her grabbed her undergarment and ripped it off as well. Her breasts were now completely exposed, a sight revealed to the hostile crowd before them.
"Ah!"
Ying Huanhuan cried out in surprise. She hadn't expected her body to be exposed to so many people so quickly. Her face flushed crimson, as if it were about to bleed. In her mind, this was the first time she had ever exposed her body to dozens of people. How could she not be ashamed?
However, she didn't know that Qing Ye had done this more than once.
Despite the immense embarrassment, Ying Huanhuan didn't stop playing. The Bodhi Formless Melody continued. After her questions to Lin Dong a few days ago and her interactions with him these past few days, and knowing she wasn't the only one being played with in front of so many people, Ying Huanhuan had somewhat anticipated this situation. She had prepared herself mentally, but what actually happened was far more shameful than she had imagined. She could feel everyone's gaze fixed on her exposed breasts. Although this filled her with immense shame, she persevered.
Lin Dong was slightly taken aback upon witnessing this scene, then licked his lips with interest. He hadn't expected the figure behind Ying Huanhuan to have this effect. He remembered that when Ying Huanhuan used this technique before, it should have been the Bodhi tree that appeared. However, Lin Dong thought about it and guessed that the world's effect had been modified back then. This only excited Lin Dong more. After all, seeing that Ying Huanhuan hadn't stopped or stopped, it seemed she had accepted it to some extent. At least she had tolerated being seen by more people. Ying Huanhuan's change of heart also stirred his emotions. Moreover, looking at Ying Huanhuan's flushed smiling face, Lin Dong felt a surge of excitement. Apart from when she was initially toyed with by Qing Ye, Ying Huanhuan hadn't shown such an expression in a long time.
Speaking of Qing Ye, although Ying Huanhuan had only accepted being seen by others for now, if she accepted more later, wouldn't she be more cooperative with Qing Ye's game? Lin Dong secretly thought, his heart filled with anticipation.
After exposing Ying Huanhuan's breasts, the man behind her became even more excited. He resisted the urge to immediately grab them, waiting and observing for a moment. Although grabbing them immediately would be incredibly pleasurable, and even if Ying Huanhuan stopped and resisted, he would have already touched them, so it wouldn't be a complete loss. However, he chose to pause. He felt he should give Ying Huanhuan some time to recover. While grabbing them immediately would be pleasurable, he feared that doing too much at once would cause her to stop resisting. So, to allow himself more time and more to touch her, he paused for a while. When he realized Ying Huanhuan still showed no sign of stopping, he let out a wicked laugh and directly grabbed her breasts with both hands.
"Hiss!"
It was the movement of the person behind Ying Huanhuan that made him gasp. The sensation wasn't so clear through her clothes, but now that they were removed, the feeling was overwhelming. The softness and silkiness stimulated his palms and his senses. He unconsciously produced some moisture in his mouth and swallowed it to moisten his suddenly dry throat. It was like someone accustomed to wearing coarse linen suddenly donning a fine silk garment—he was completely stunned.
"Ah!"
Ying Huanhuan felt her breast being grabbed and cried out again. Unlike the person behind her, she felt a pair of thick, rough hands grasping her breasts, hands with calluses that made her uncomfortable. After a brief pause, the hands began to move, the movements less forceful than before, and more like savoring a delicious meal. The hands slowly kneaded her breasts, then stopped simply kneading; the right hand's fingers slowly climbed to the tips of her breasts, the index and middle fingers pinching her nipples. This action made Ying Huanhuan tremble slightly and let out a soft cry. With a muffled groan, the index and middle fingers of his right hand began to rub the nipple, which had become slightly erect at some point. He would occasionally pinch and tug it outwards, as if he were holding a precious jade and slowly savoring its beauty. After sensing it, just as Ying Huanhuan had thought, the figure behind her reflected the way her breasts were being played with by those hands. Now, without the cover of clothing, her breasts were directly exposed. Her left breast moved in the air, sometimes round and sometimes flat, changing various shapes, while her right breast did not change much, but the pink nipple was particularly prominent, occasionally swaying its head and lifting its body, as if it were seducing someone.
This scene was witnessed by everyone present. They all lowered their fighting intensity, unable to resist turning their attention to the sight. It was simply too tempting. Some were even so focused on Ying Huanhuan that they were injured by their own shadows. Those who had initially looked down on the weakest person now wished they were the weakest, so they could take the place of the person behind Ying Huanhuan and toy with her body.