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In the face of Mario's anger, the lewd man could not break free and could only allow Mario to stomp on his head fiercely. Each stomp made him feel the helplessness and fragility of life. The thudding impact sounded like the wooden fish in a temple, each one announcing cruel punishment and deepening pain.
Mario looked at him with eyes as cold as an iceberg, his foot continuously smashing the lewd man's head, each stomp causing intense pain. Mario coldly said, "You, as trash, dare to touch my woman. Do you know how many things my feet have stomped to death? More than the excrement of your entire family's ancestors." Mario's words were full of contempt and threat, each one like a sharp blade piercing the lewd man's heart.
At this moment, Princess Peach and two beautiful women were watching everything, seemingly deeply attracted by Mario's strength and dominance. They surrounded Mario in a frenzy, screaming and cheering for him. Princess Peach coquettishly said, "Mario, you're so handsome!" The two women even let go of their shame, mocking the lecherous man, "Look at you, so ugly and yet daring to provoke our Mario, you're asking for trouble!" Their words were sharp and cutting, completely disregarding the lecherous man.
The lecherous man's eyes were filled with fear and despair, his face already trampled beyond recognition, his mouth full of blood rendering him speechless. His body was in so much pain that he had almost lost all feeling, but he keenly felt the mockery of the people around him and Mario's indifference. He knew that he would not be able to escape this nightmare today.
Mario's anger seemed like an unquenchable flame vortex. Every time he stomped his foot fiercely, it provided a momentary release for the resentment, disappointment, and pain in his heart. The obscene man's wails echoed in the cold space with the rhythm of his footsteps, and each impact made his head hit the icy floor, producing a chilling thud.
As time passed, the painful cries gradually weakened and eventually disappeared completely. Mario did not stop his footsteps, continuing to relentlessly stomp on the obscene man's head. Each impact brought him a kind of pleasure he had never experienced before. He was enjoying this moment, relishing the power he held in this small world, and reveling in the ability to unleash his anger at will.
Finally, with a crisp crack, he felt the skull beneath his foot shatter. Slowly lifting his foot, he looked at the blood, broken bones, and brain tissue stuck to the sole of his shoe, a smug and satisfied smile creeping onto his lips. It was as if he could feel his masculinity being elevated in that moment, experiencing a satisfaction and pleasure like never before. It was the pleasure derived from complete domination and a display of power, the pleasure of having the other person completely underfoot.
He reached out and lightly touched the blood on his shoe, then brought his fingers to his lips, savoring the taste. The iron-like taste filled him with a savage and primal joy. His eyes were filled with a wild, beast-like intensity, knowing that in that moment, he was the ruler of the world, the true master of this domain. Mario Savoring the taste in his mouth, that unique sensation made him think of the taste of slow-cooked turtle, but in his mind, it was even more satisfying and delicious than that. His eyes seemed to burn with a wild flame, a conquering pleasure, the pleasure of having the enemy completely underfoot.
At this moment, Princess Peach seemed to be infected by this wild atmosphere. She rushed over in a frenzy and licked the bloodstains on Mario's hand without hesitation. Her eyes were filled with madness and excitement, as if through this act, she could feel Mario's strength and courage, and sense the fear and despair of their enemies. Her tongue eagerly licked Mario's hand, trying to suck every drop of blood and brain fluid, as if doing so could bring her closer to the joy of victory.
Mario felt Princess Peach's tongue quickly sliding over his hand, and once again, a strange sensation arose in his heart. He looked at Princess Peach's crazed appearance, knowing that at this moment, they could do as they pleased, without restraint.
At that moment, Mario and Princess Peach only had eyes for each other. They were drawn to each other's wildness and courage, unable to resist being pulled closer. Their faces drew near, and their lips finally met in a passionate kiss. They felt each other's breath and warmth, the intertwining of saliva and blood in their mouths. The taste, a mix of wildness, victory, and satisfaction, drove them to continue, wanting to delve deeper into each other.
The two beautiful women beside them watched this passionate scene with envy. They were deeply drawn to the sight before them, feeling an uncontrollable excitement from the abandonment and wild emotions. A strong desire burned within them, as if infected by the madness before them, their hearts racing and an unusual flush appearing on their faces.
Mario and Princess Peach seem to have completely forgotten everything around them, they just want to continue this indescribable pleasure. Their breathing becomes more and more rapid, every kiss makes them feel a kind of excitement they have never experienced before. In their hearts, there is only each other, only this irresistible attraction, only this wild, primal, and desire-filled pleasure.
At this moment, their world is only each other, only this crazy, indulgent joy. They seem to want to imprint this joy deeply in each other's hearts through every touch, every kiss, every breath, becoming an unforgettable memory for them for eternity.
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