Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist



"Welcome, my dear. How delightful that you have arrived right on schedule," Wang Jian's sinister voice resonated within the confines of his tent.

Lady Zhuoran's voice quivered with a mix of confusion, fury, and deep worry. "W-What is the meaning of this?! What are you doing with my daughter?!"

In a sudden and forceful movement, Wang Jian seized hold of Bixi Shuyan's delicate tail, employing his extraordinary abilities of Blessed Touch and Enchanting Pheromones to evoke within her a potent blend of overwhelming pleasure and intense desire.

He then forcefully withdrew his pulsating member from the depths of Bixi Shuyan's quivering being, his gaze fixated on Lady Zhuoran with a mixture of arrogance and satisfaction.

In a low, menacing voice, he addressed her, "Do you even need to ask? It's quite obvious what I am doing with her. We are indulging in an extraordinary experience, one that brings me immense pleasure.

Meanwhile, Bixi Shuyan, her emotions in turmoil, found the courage to question Wang Jian, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and trepidation, "Your Highness, why would my mother visit you at such a late hour?"

With a sinister grin plastered across his face, Wang Jian shifted his attention to Bixi Shuyan, his response laced with wicked amusement, "As for your query, my dear, the answer should be abundantly clear by now. Your mother is here to provide me with the same pleasure you are offering at this very moment. I must admit that she has become quite skilled in the art."

Lady Zhuoran's voice trembled with a mix of fury and betrayal as she confronted Wang Jian, her words laced with righteous indignation, "This can't be true! You gave me your word that you would never lay a hand on her as long as I complied with your every demand. I endured every debased request, obeying your every order, but you have shattered your promise!"

Wang Jian responded with a callous roll of his eyes, his voice dripping with malice, "Oh, my dear, promises are meant to be broken. I simply lied to you, plain and simple. After all, what power did you have to enforce such a vow upon me?"

In the midst of the unfolding horror, Bixi Shuyan's realization struck her like a thunderbolt. Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at Wang Jian, her voice quivering with fear, "You deceived me too! You swore that if I followed your commands, you would never lay a hand on my mother."

Wang Jian tightened his grip on her silver tail, relishing in the control he held, his laughter filled with a sadistic delight, "Hahahaha... Yes, my dear, both of you were foolish enough to fall for that lie. From the very beginning, my intention was to revel in the pleasures you both offer."

Wang Jian's voice dripped with depravity and wickedness as he declared, "It seems we have all reached a common understanding. Now, let us proceed to the next phase of our little gathering."

Before Bixi Shuyan or Lady Zhuoran could comprehend his intentions, Wang Jian vanished from the bed, reappearing beside Lady Zhuoran in an instant.

With a forceful grip, he threw Lady Zhuoran onto the bed next to her daughter, Bixi Shuyan.

"As for the next stage of our meeting, it is only natural to indulge in the pleasure of both of you together. I must confess, this particular act fulfills one of my darkest fantasies," Wang Jian uttered, his voice laced with a sadistic undertone.

Lady Zhuoran's face contorted with hatred and disgust as she mustered all her courage to confront Wang Jian. "You are the epitome of depravity! I have never encountered such a repugnant and vile creature in my life!"

Wang Jian's grin widened, relishing in Lady Zhuoran's revulsion. With deliberate steps, he closed the distance between them, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement.

"Your words are music to my ears, my dear. But enough with the pleasantries. I'd much rather spend our time engaging in a more... intimate form of play."

His words sent a shiver down the spines of both women, their fear mingled with a sickening anticipation.

Bixi Shuyan's cries of desperation filled the air as she desperately struggled against Wang Jian's iron grip on her mother's dress. She exerted every ounce of strength, but it was futile against his overpowering force.

In a single ruthless motion, Wang Jian tore apart Lady Zhuoran's dress, gazing at her delicate and alluring form to his twisted gaze.

Wang Jian fixed his gaze on Bixi Shuyan, an evil grin spreading across his face. "My dear Shuyan, it's time for you to witness the true nature hidden behind your mother's facade. Beneath that dignified visage lies the face of a wanton slut, a slave to my cock, just like you."

Bixi Shuyan's eyes blazed with hatred as she glared at Wang Jian, her voice trembling with defiance. "No! I refuse to believe it! You must have forced yourself upon my mother. There's no way she would willingly associate with a despicable man like you!"

Wang Jian's wicked laughter echoed through the room as her words reached his ears. He turned his attention towards Lady Zhuoran, a cruel gleam in his eyes as he taunted her.

"Your daughter places so much trust in you, my dear. Yet, despite her presence, you find yourself becoming aroused, don't you? Does the thought of engaging in sexual acts with me while your beloved daughter watches excite you?"

Lady Zhuoran's eyes widened, and an instinctual urge to shield her exposed intimacy overcame her.

Her face flushed with embarrassment, her body betraying her desires as it grew hotter and more fervent with each passing moment.

Even in the face of her daughter's presence, even knowing Wang Jian's wickedness, her body yearned for his immense, erect member.

She craved it, longing for it to be buried deep inside her right then and there.

"N-No. I refuse to be excited by the likes of you, you despicable bastard," Lady Zhuoran responded, her voice a blend of resolve and vulnerability. It was a conflicted mixture of defiance and weakness.

Wang Jian's sinister smile broadened, his eyes dancing with malicious delight as he advanced towards Lady Zhuoran. "Oh, my dear Lady Zhuoran, your words may attempt to conceal it, but your body speaks volumes."

In a swift, unexpected motion, his fingers found their way to Lady Zhuoran's perky nipples, giving them a firm squeeze. Her reaction was immediate—a resounding moan escaped her lips, betraying the pleasure coursing through her veins.

A rush of liquid gushed forth from her pulsating core, a telltale sign of her overwhelming arousal.

Bixi Shuyan stood rooted to the spot, her eyes widening in disbelief at the sight before her.

"Mother! What are you doing?!"

She couldn't fathom the depths of her mother's excitement in such a situation.

Wang Jian sneered, his voice dripping with condescension.

"Who are you to judge your mother?" Without hesitation, he turned his attention to Bixi Shuyan, his grip now finding her delicate nipples, pinching, and even yanking them.

As if in sync with Lady Zhuoran's response, Bixi Shuyan's moans of forbidden pleasure filled the room, mingling with the symphony of their escalating desires.

Her innermost sanctum drenched in intoxicating wetness, releasing a gush of arousal that spoke volumes of her surrender to Wang Jian's twisted influence.

Unbeknownst to the women, their heightened arousal was not solely a result of their own desires.

Wang Jian had employed his nefarious abilities, such as the potent Blissed Touch and Enchanting Pheromones, manipulating their bodies to succumb to ever-increasing waves of passion and lust.

In a moment of sinister triumph, Wang Jian positioned himself on the bed, his firm grasp encircling Bixi Shuyan's alluring curves with one hand, while the other hand claimed Lady Zhuoran's seductive form.

His throbbing shaft brushed against the tantalizing curve of Lady Zhuoran's buttocks before he plunged it deep inside her drenched and eager entrance.

Lady Zhuoran's velvety walls welcomed him eagerly, their tight embrace offering no resistance as he delved into her depths. The sensation sent a surge of pleasure coursing through Wang Jian's veins, igniting a primal fire within him.

An ecstatic moan escaped Lady Zhuoran's lips, her voice a symphony of desire as she felt Wang Jian's length reaching the deepest recesses of her being.

Lost in a haze of unrestrained pleasure, she abandoned herself to the overwhelming sensations that consumed her, her mind consumed by a singular focus on the intoxicating pleasure coursing through her veins.

In that moment, shame and embarrassment were eclipsed by the all-consuming pursuit of pleasure. Lady Zhuoran's awareness of her daughter's presence faded into the background as she surrendered to the carnal symphony playing out in her body, her every movement an expression of primal need and unadulterated passion.

As Wang Jian's throbbing member thrust deep into Lady Zhuoran's velvety depths, his hands and mouth embarked on an insatiable exploration of pleasure. With skillful precision, his hands roamed over Bixi Shuyan's luscious curves, grasping, squeezing, and teasing her supple breasts, drawing forth gasps of both shame and illicit delight.

His lips descended upon the tender expanse of Bixi Shuyan's bosom, devouring the mounds of flesh with an unrestrained hunger.

With each bite upon her pert nipples, waves of conflicting sensations washed over her, a heady blend of shame mingling with the intoxicating currents of pleasure.

Within the intimate confines of Wang Jian's tent, an enchanting symphony of passion unfolded. The air pulsated with the symphony of their moans, their fervent cries intertwining in a sultry dance.

The room became a sanctuary of unabashed desire, as Wang Jian reveled in the profound ecstasy of his encounters with these captivating women.

Throughout the entire night, Wang Jian orchestrated a symphony of pleasure, skillfully alternating between Lady Zhuoran and Bixi Shuyan, ensuring their complete surrender to their most primal desires.

His method was a calculated mental dismantling, eradicating any trace of embarrassment or reservation lurking within their deepest recesses.

He achieved this by compelling them to beg at their most vulnerable moments.

When Lady Zhuoran teetered on the brink of release, he deliberately withdrew his engorged member from her dripping depths.

Lost in the haze of overwhelming pleasure, Lady Zhuoran instinctively voiced her complaint, unable to comprehend why he denied her the final fulfillment. "Why would you pull out now?!" she inquired, her voice laced with desperation.

Wang Jian responded with a firm yet sensual spank upon her voluptuous buttocks, an act that elicited a moan of pleasure rather than a cry of pain. It was not a punishment, but a reward, igniting Lady Zhuoran's desire even further.

Uttering his command in a domineering tone, he growled, "You better beg for it then!"

With a depraved glimmer in her eyes, Lady Zhuoran relinquished all inhibitions and shamelessly shouted, "Please! I yearn for your large cock inside me, master! Plunge that magnificent thing into me, just as you always do."

Her pleas were met with more forceful spanks on her quivering flesh, causing Lady Zhuoran's cries of pleasure to reverberate through the room.

Gripping Lady Zhuoran's hair tightly, Wang Jian forced her to meet Bixi Shuyan's gaze, commanding her to beg while under the scrutinizing eyes of her daughter.

"Beg me while looking at her face. Show her that you are nothing but a slave to my cock!"

In that moment, Lady Zhuoran's mind burned with an insatiable craving for his manhood, overpowering any lingering self-consciousness as she shamelessly beseeched him. "Please, master, plunge your throbbing member inside me."

In truth, Lady Zhuoran's shameless pleas in this moment were a result of Wang Jian's repeated rounds of rough sex with both women throughout the night.

Initially, they were self-aware of each other's presence and held back their moans, driven by embarrassment and a sense of propriety.

However, Wang Jian's cunning tricks allowed him to exploit their vulnerabilities, unleashing waves of embarrassment that intertwined with their burgeoning desires.

Wang Jian strategically exposed Lady Zhuoran and Bixi Shuyan to each other's intimate moments, desensitizing them to the presence of another witness. He skillfully manipulated their minds, shaping their perception to believe such scenes were perfectly ordinary.

At this juncture, Lady Zhuoran felt as if she had relinquished every ounce of her dignity in front of Bixi Shuyan. With her sense of self stripped away, she resolved to embrace the pursuit of mind-blowing pleasure without reservation.

Wang Jian's utilization of the Blissful Touch and Enchanting Pheromones played a pivotal role in heightening the lust within both women. Their desires became all-consuming, eradicating any constraints or inhibitions that might hinder their pursuit of ecstasy.

What unfolded between Wang Jian and Lady Zhuoran was replicated with equal intensity and passion between him and Bixi Shuyan.

Wang Jian skillfully suppressed any signs of resistance or humiliation, ensuring that only unadulterated, mind-blowing pleasure occupied their thoughts.

By the time the sun began its ascent, both women actively engaged their bodies in pleasuring Wang Jian. They reveled in the exploration of sensations, driven by an insatiable desire to bring him unparalleled satisfaction.

Notably, Wang Jian voluntarily ceased employing his manipulative techniques an hour before dawn. This signaled that their minds, although deeply corrupted, had regained control.

Yet, in their depravity, they no longer cared about each other's presence. Their sole focus centered on extracting pleasure and bestowing euphoria upon Wang Jian.

This grim realization underscored the extent to which Wang Jian had shattered their minds, rendering them docile and enslaved to their carnal desires.