Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

The passage of time flew by as an entire week slipped away.

Wang Jian’s comings and goings from the Black Castle to the Royal Palace became a regular occurrence, each day bringing him one step closer to his goal.

His meetings with Chen Yiyan at the grand palace and his nightly rendezvous with Mei Yan in the Black Castle were just a small part of his intricate plan.

As for Xiao Ling, every day, Wang Jian employed his cunning words to convince her to submit to his desires, with a calculated strategy that proved to be shockingly effective.

The days melted into one another, each passing more quickly than the last.

During the long, dark nights, Wang Jian defiled Mei Yan’s body with an unspeakable intensity that left her spirit broken, and her body violated.

Despite her pleas for mercy and release, Wang Jian remained merciless, determined to extract every last bit of pleasure from her.

Meanwhile, Xiao Ling’s heart burned with hatred and rage but also with a growing sense of helplessness. She found herself trapped in Wang Jian’s web of deceit, slowly being worn down by his constant manipulation and coercion.

Her resolve faltered with each passing day, and she couldn’t help but wonder if her fate was already sealed.

Wang Jian had not yet visited Lady Zhuoran and Bixi Shuyan, who were still imprisoned in his Black Castle, at this point.

As the days went by, the two became more and more worried since they had no idea of the other’s state of health.

As the days went by, they became increasingly concerned about the Silver-Tailed Fox Clan.

The two were aware that the other creatures in the forest would take advantage of their absence to cause trouble for the clan.

Wang Jian had his reasons for not visiting the two and tormenting and breaking them like he did with Mei Yan.

Unlike Mei Yan, he had another use for them and their clan in mind.

Finally, after a week of torment, Xiao Ling made the gut-wrenching decision to negotiate with Wang Jian.

Xiao Ling sat shackled in the dungeon chamber of the Black Castle, her body sore and her spirit broken. As she heard the approaching footsteps of Wang Jian, she braced herself for what was to come.

Wang Jian stood before her with a menacing grin on his face.

Summoning all her courage, Xiao Ling spoke up through gritted teeth. “I am willing to negotiate with you,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

Wang Jian’s grin widened as he leaned in closer to her. “Oh, really?” he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “And what exactly do you have to offer?”

Xiao Ling steadied herself before speaking, “I offer to become your maid and serve you, but only on the condition that my master, Mei Yan, is released unharmed.”

Wang Jian’s lips curled into a sinister smile as he responded, “You are quite the cunning one. By becoming my maid, you will be able to exact revenge on Zhang Fei while also securing your master’s safety. However, what do I stand to gain from this arrangement?”

Xiao Ling took a deep breath and asked, “What would you have me do?”

Wang Jian’s eyes gleamed with malice as he replied, “I require your unwavering obedience to my every command. If you agree to these terms, I will release your master unharmed and ensure that your revenge on Zhang Fei is executed to perfection.”

Xiao Ling’s response was swift as she nodded and said, “I accept your proposal.”

Her agreement came as no surprise since she had already weighed the costs and benefits of her decision.

She understood that by becoming Wang Jian’s maid, she would be subjected to his lustful desires, compromising her chastity.

However, she deemed it a necessary evil to secure her vengeance against Zhang Fei and protect her beloved master Mei Yan.

“This deal will be applicable from tomorrow,” Wang Jian left after uttering those words.

Xiao Ling felt a twinge of relief that Wang Jian had accepted her offer. At least she had secured her master’s release from the clutches of this wicked man.

But little did she know that Wang Jian was already making his way to Mei Yan’s cell, driven by his twisted desires.

As he approached Mei Yan, his eyes gleamed with an insidious hunger.

The defeated and submissive expression on Mei Yan’s face was a testament to the horrors she had already endured at the hands of this depraved man.

She knew all too well what was coming next, and there was no hope of resisting his evil advances.

To Mei Yan’s astonishment, Wang Jian refrained from his usual predatory behavior. He kept a safe distance and asked, “Do you desire to bring an end to this confinement?” ．

“What exactly do you mean?” Mei Yan asked, eyeing Wang Jian warily.

“I require a service from you,” Wang Jian answered suavely, a charming smile on his face. “In exchange for this task, I will release you from your confinement and grant you the privilege of liberating another captive of your choosing.”

Mei Yan’s eyes widened with disbelief. She had not expected such an offer from the ruthless and cunning Wang Jian. “Are you being serious?” she asked, hoping that she wasn’t being deceived.

“Absolutely,” Wang Jian replied with a nod. “Your task is to take charge of your Celestial Dragon Sect’s branch in the Windhaven Kingdom and help the Royal Family quell any factions or sects that are rebelling against them.”

Mei Yan pondered over his proposal. It seemed like a fair enough deal, and it could only benefit her in the long run.

“And you’ll release the captive I choose?” she asked tentatively.

“Of course,” Wang Jian replied with a shrug. “Choose whoever you wish.”

Mei Yan hesitated for a moment before making her decision. “I choose my disciple, Xiao Ling. Please set her free,” she said, her voice soft and pleading.

“Very well. However, there is a caveat to this arrangement.” Wang Jian said in a low, insidious tone.

“Until you fulfill your obligation, Xiao Ling will be bound to serve me as my personal maid. Rest assured, I can guarantee her safety on the condition that you continue to perform the assigned task.”

As Mei Yan was about to speak, Wang Jian interjected, his voice low and ominous, “This is not up for debate. If you do not agree, then the status quo will remain unchanged. But let me warn you, I may tire of you at any moment and seek the company of a younger, more vibrant woman.”

Mei Yan recoiled in disgust at Wang Jian’s lecherous tone, but she knew she had little choice.

She weighed the pros and cons in her mind and finally relented, “Fine. I will agree to your terms, but you must keep your word and not harm Xiao Ling.”

Wang Jian’s smirk widened, revealing white teeth, “Excellent. I am pleased we could come to an agreement.”

Had Mei Yan been aware of Wang Jian’s agreement with Xiao Ling, she would have undoubtedly regretted and berated herself for accepting the proposal.

Unfortunately, she wouldn’t find out about it until much later.

After striking a deal with Mei Yan, Wang Jian approached her with a lecherous grin and whispered, “Now that the formalities are out of the way, let’s proceed to more intimate matters.”

With a rough pull, Wang Jian ripped Mei Yan’s top, exposing her ample breasts. He groped and fondled them while twisting her nipples until they became stiff peaks.

Mei Yan let out a sharp gasp, trying to resist his advances.

Wang Jian leaned in and took a bite of her breasts, causing Mei Yan to cry out in pain.

He then rubbed his hardening member against her crotch, pressing against her panties.

Mei Yan’s struggles were futile as Wang Jian overpowered her, his hands roaming all over her body, taking what he wanted.

Mei Yan’s body trembled in fear and disgust as Wang Jian forced himself upon her, taking pleasure in her agony. He didn’t stop until he was satisfied, leaving Mei Yan broken and used.

The room was silent except for Mei Yan’s labored breathing and Wang Jian’s satisfied chuckles.

After a few hours, Wang Jian finally left her cell with a sated expression.

As the sun set over the horizon, Wang Jian soared through the sky atop his majestic griffin, finally returning to the grand Royal Palace in Solterra.

There, he dined with Chen Yiyan, meticulously weaving his web of deceit, feeding her lies and half-truths to fuel her hatred for Zhang Fei.

Every word he spoke was calculated to stoke her fury, to make her yearn for Zhang Fei’s downfall. And it worked. As he watched her seething with anger, he knew he had her right where he wanted her.

All he needed now was a little more time to let the rumours fester and the mistrust grow.

The Lin and Ji Clans had spared no effort in spreading malicious falsehoods about the Zhang Clan, painting them as traitors and scoundrels.

And while there were some who saw through the lies, not a soul dared to stand up for Zhang Fei and his family.

The atmosphere was thick with fear and suspicion, and Wang Jian revelled in it, knowing that the time for Zhang Fei’s demise was drawing near.