Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist



After an entire night consumed by their intimate pursuits, Wang Jian and Lady Zhuoran found themselves still nestled in the bed as morning arrived, their bodies yearning for the rest they had been deprived of.

Meanwhile, the five women who had been diligently cultivating their powers had successfully consolidated their cultivation base.

Among them was Hong Meilin, a devout follower of the church. She gathered with her church group and eager disciples to exchange news and updates.

The followers excitedly shared the astonishing revelations that had unfolded while Hong Meilin was immersed in her meditative practice.

They were astounded to discover that Hong Meilin had attained a high level of insight into the Water Element.

They quickly deduced that her profound gains were likely attributed to her Spirit Manifestation, a unique phenomenon that significantly enhanced her progress.

However, Hong Meilin was not alone in her accomplishments. Each of the five women had also experienced profound breakthroughs, reaching high-level insights in their respective elements.

Meanwhile, Bixi Shuyan, another one of the five women, filled with excitement, sought to share her triumph with her mother, Lady Zhuoran. Eager to convey the news of her high-level insights in the Laws of Wind, accompanied by her cultivation reaching the King Realm.

However, Bixi Shuyan was unable to locate her mother anywhere. Speculating that Wang Jian might have dispatched Lady Zhuoran on a mission, she decided to pay a visit to his tent in search of answers.

Before entering the tent, she politely called out, "Your Highness, may I enter?"

Inside the tent, Wang Jian and Lady Zhuoran stirred awake upon hearing Bixi Shuyan's voice. Thankfully, the soundproof talisman did not obstruct external voices from penetrating the tent's confines.

Startled by Bixi Shuyan's unexpected arrival, the two lovers found themselves entwined in each other's embrace, their naked bodies a testament to their passionate night. Wang Jian's face contorted into a sinister and depraved smile as he whispered provocatively into Lady Zhuoran's ear, "Why would your daughter visit my tent?"

Lady Zhuoran, her heart pounding with anxiety, voiced her concern, "I am uncertain. However, I cannot allow her to witness me in this state."

"Yet, I am curious as to why she has come. We cannot let her leave without discovering the reason," Wang Jian asserted, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and wicked desire.

"But... I cannot bear the thought of my daughter seeing me like this," Lady Zhuoran pleaded, her desperation evident in her voice.

Displaying a hint of sympathy, Wang Jian responded with understanding, "Hmm, I suppose you are right. It could complicate matters. Very well. Fetch that sheet and cover both of us with it."

Quickly complying, Lady Zhuoran seized a thick golden quilt and draped it over their intertwined bodies. Though the quilt was substantial, Lady Zhuoran's form remained discernible beneath its folds.

Thinking swiftly, Wang Jian devised a solution. He maneuvered his upper body out from beneath the quilt and strategically positioned his legs to elevate it, shielding Lady Zhuoran's figure from prying eyes entering the tent.

Wang Jian took a moment to disable the soundproof talismans before his voice resonated within the tent, extending an invitation, "You may enter now."

With measured steps, Bixi Shuyan crossed the threshold and found herself face-to-face with Wang Jian, his bare upper body exposed to her gaze. Calm and composed, she regarded him without flinching, having grown accustomed to such intimate moments shared between them.

Bixi Shuyan failed to notice the concealed figure of her mother lying beside Wang Jian, obscured beneath the comforting folds of a quilt.

Concern clouded Bixi Shuyan's features as she voiced her worry, "Your Highness, I cannot locate my mother. Pray tell, where might she be?" Her words carried a tinge of uncertainty, her eyes searching for answers within Wang Jian's reassuring presence.

A smile played upon Wang Jian's lips as he responded, seeking to ease her concerns, "Rest assured, fair Bixi Shuyan, for I tasked your mother with surveying the surrounding area. Fear not, for she shall soon return to our midst."

His voice carried a gentle reassurance, an attempt to alleviate the weight of uncertainty upon her heart.

Gratitude colored Bixi Shuyan's voice as she acknowledged his words, her expression tinged with a blush of pride, "I express my heartfelt gratitude, Your Highness. Furthermore, I am pleased to inform you that I have achieved High-Level Insights in the Wind Element."

A spark of delight danced within Wang Jian's eyes, his enthusiasm unmasked, "What splendid news! In light of your remarkable progress, I shall ensure both you and your esteemed mother are duly rewarded," he declared, his words laced with an undertone that hinted at hidden intentions.

Bixi Shuyan nodded, her cheeks flushed with a blend of bashfulness and determination. She understood the unspoken implications nestled within Wang Jian's response.

Summoning her courage, she pressed onward, her voice laced with sincerity, "I pray that my unwavering dedication to your service continues to bring you satisfaction, Your Highness. I pledge to strive tirelessly in my pursuit of uncovering treasures and serving you to the best of my abilities. I implore you, however, to never direct your attention towards my beloved mother."

Wang Jian's grin widened, his satisfaction unmistakable. Sensing Lady Zhuoran's body involuntarily quiver upon hearing her daughter's plea, he could no longer resist the magnetic allure.

His hands, guided by desire, moved to caress her luscious bosom, bestowing upon it a touch that dripped with longing. "As long as your diligent efforts persist, dear Shuyan, I shall find no cause to divert my attention toward your cherished mother. Now, I implore you, depart and seek a maid to bring forth tea and sustenance, for hunger grips me fiercely."

"Yes, Your Highness," Bixi Shuyan acquiesced, her steps carrying her away from the tent.

Once Bixi Shuyan had departed, Wang Jian's gaze lingered on the closed tent flap, his mind consumed by a potent blend of desire and anticipation. The room was cast into a dim, hushed ambiance, heightening the intimacy of the moment that hung in the air.

A flicker of mischief danced in his eyes as he reached out, his fingers trembling with a mixture of eagerness and restraint.

In a single, fluid motion, he unveiled Lady Zhuoran's form, casting aside the veil that had concealed her provocative beauty. The fabric cascaded softly to the ground, revealing her figure, sculpted with graceful curves.

Lady Zhuoran, her breath catching in her throat, met Wang Jian's intense gaze, her eyes shimmering with a mix of fear and curiosity. The ambiguous tone in her daughter's words lingered in her mind, prompting her to seek clarification, despite the vulnerability of her current state.

"W-What did my daughter mean by serving you to the best of her ability?" Lady Zhuoran's voice quivered with a delicate mixture of trepidation and genuine inquiry. "Why did I sense an undertone in her words?"

Wang Jian, wearing a seemingly composed smile, continued to explore her seductive form, his hands deftly caressing her in a way that stirred both pleasure and apprehension. His touch, both possessive and commanding, heightened the tension in the air as he addressed her concerns.

"I assured her that as long as she remains dedicated in uncovering treasures for me and carries out her duties as a loyal maid," Wang Jian's voice dripped with a calculated charm as his grip tightened on her voluptuous curves, evoking a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, "I will refrain from extending my nefarious desires towards you."

Her voice quivered as she sought reassurance, "Is that truly all, Your Highness? I simply need to be certain."

In response, Wang Jian's gaze turned frigid, his eyes devoid of warmth as he tightened his hold, almost to the point of discomfort.

"You dare question my words?" he demanded, his voice laced with a chilling intensity as he yanked her breasts, demanding her submission.

Lady Zhuoran, her voice barely above a whisper, trembled under his domineering presence. "N-No, Your Highness. It was a momentary lapse of judgment."

Wang Jian's tone remained cold and unforgiving. "See that it never happens again. Remember my solemn promise to you. Should you dare to act in defiance, I shall no longer restrain myself, and your daughter will experience a true descent into hell."

"Yes, Your Highness," Lady Zhuoran responded compliantly.

Wang Jian's eyes bore into her with a mix of dominance and desire as he issued his command.

"Now, give me a quick blowjob," he said, his voice laced with an insatiable hunger.

Reluctantly, Lady Zhuoran acquiesced, her heart heavy with the weight of her compliance. She leaned forward, her lips approaching his engorged member, feeling a sense of powerlessness in the face of his demands.

Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity, their actions concealed within the confines of the tent. The intimate exchange was a delicate balance of submission and control, an act driven by duty rather than genuine desire.

After dozens of minutes, the two emerged from the tent, Lady Zhuoran meticulously timed her exit to ensure no prying eyes caught sight of her leaving Wang Jian's tent.

Her movements were swift and discreet, driven by the need to maintain the appearance of propriety and secrecy.

Meanwhile, Wang Jian ventured forth from his tent, his steps purposeful as he made his way towards Hong Meilin's location.

Along the way, he encountered followers of the church, their gazes a blend of awe and reverence.

They couldn't help but be captivated by his exceptional combat prowess and the awe-inspiring feat of defeating Tristan, shattering the malevolent formation, and liberating both the human and beast forces from the curse inflicted by the devil princess.

However, their admiration was reserved solely for Wang Jian's martial strength and prowess.

Deep-rooted resentment simmered beneath their awe, stemming from the fact that he was considered a heretic and a Royal Prince who had coerced their church group into forming an alliance with his own faction.

Extending a warm yet calculated smile, Wang Jian addressed Hong Meilin, acknowledging her recent achievements. "Congratulations on your momentous breakthrough, Meilin. I have heard news of your Spiritual Manifestation initiation and the evolution of your spirit."

Upon spotting Wang Jian, a flicker of displeasure creased Hong Meilin's brow. Despite her inner reservations, she remained composed and mustered a grateful response, forced to convey her gratitude. "Thank you for your kind words, Your Highness."

Their interaction carried an undercurrent of tension, a delicate dance between veiled mistrust and the need to maintain an amicable facade.