Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

The night Wang Jian spent with Charlotte had been nothing short of an exhilarating success. He had anticipated every move, planned each step meticulously, but what he hadn’t accounted for was Sarah. What Wang Jian didn’t know was that while he was taking Charlotte to the heights of pleasure, Sarah had been watching from the shadows.

As Wang Jian moved rhythmically with Charlotte, lost in the throes of their passionate night, Sarah stood outside the bedroom door, her breath shallow and her heart racing. She had initially returned to the hallway after getting a glass of water from the kitchen, but the sounds coming from Charlotte’s room had caught her attention. She froze when she heard Charlotte moaning loudly, and despite herself, curiosity got the better of her.

Her hand gripped the doorknob as she slightly pushed the door open, enough to catch a glimpse of the scene unfolding inside. Her eyes widened in shock, then anger, as she saw Wang Jian moving on top of Charlotte, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her.

Sarah’s first reaction was rage. Charlotte? The nerve of her friend to make the first move on Wang Jian! Sarah’s mind spiraled with jealousy and frustration. For days now, she had been drawn to Wang Jian-his charm, his confidence, his protectiveness. She had thought about him constantly, imagining scenarios where they might be together. But now, seeing Charlotte take what she wanted felt like a stab to her pride.

Yet beneath the anger, there was something else. The sight of Wang Jian’s naked body, moving with such control and power, stirred something primal inside Sarah. Her initial rage morphed into a deep, burning desire. If Charlotte could do this, why couldn’t she? fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

In that moment, Sarah made up her mind. She wasn’t going to let Charlotte win. She would take her turn with Wang Jian, and she was determined to do whatever it took to make sure she wasn’t left behind.

The next day, Charlotte and Sarah left for the office as usual, going about their business. But while Charlotte was busy in a meeting, Sarah slipped away. She had planned this carefully. After making sure Charlotte was tied up at work, Sarah returned to the safe house.

Wang Jian was in the living room, lounging comfortably on the couch, when Sarah walked in. He raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “Back so soon?” he asked, his voice casual.

Sarah smiled, trying to keep her tone light. “Yeah, had a few things to take care of, but I thought I’d drop by. I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve been doing for me… for both of us, really. I was wondering if you might be up for a drink?”

Wang Jian’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. He could see right through Sarah’s attempt at nonchalance. She wasn’t here just for a drink, but he played along. “A drink sounds great,” he said, standing up and moving toward the kitchen to grab a couple of glasses.

They sat together on the couch, Sarah pouring the drinks while Wang Jian watched her with a casual, unhurried gaze. He noticed how she was dressed-a tight-fitting blouse that accentuated her curves, paired with a skirt that rode up just enough to show off her toned legs. Sarah was making it obvious that she wanted his attention, and Wang Jian let her think she had it under control.

As they drank, the conversation flowed naturally. Sarah talked about her frustrations-about how her husband barely paid attention to her anymore, how their marriage felt more like a business arrangement than a relationship. She vented about the pressures of her life, all while casting furtive glances at Wang Jian.

“You know,” she said after a moment, her voice soft and a little slurred from the alcohol, “you’re… you’re so different from him. You’re strong, confident… protective. You’ve done more for me in these past few days than he’s done in years.”

Wang Jian leaned back, swirling his drink in his glass, his expression one of polite curiosity. “I’m just doing what anyone would do in my position,” he said with a humble smile. “You deserve to feel safe and appreciated.”

Sarah’s eyes flickered with emotion as she placed her glass on the coffee table. “It’s more than that,” she murmured, inching closer to him on the couch. “You’ve been here for me in ways I can’t even describe.”

Wang Jian could feel the shift in the air as Sarah moved even closer, her body brushing against his. Her breathing was heavier now, her face flushed with a mix of alcohol and arousal.

Without warning, Sarah leaned in, her lips pressing against his in a sudden, desperate kiss. For a brief moment, Wang Jian stayed still, letting Sarah believe she was in control of the situation. But as the kiss deepened, he began to subtly take the lead. His hand slid up her back, pulling her closer as his other hand found its way to her waist.

Sarah moaned softly into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders as she kissed him harder, her body pressing against his. Wang Jian responded by tilting her head back slightly, deepening the kiss even more. His fingers tangled in her hair, and before long, Sarah was lost in the intensity of it.

It was only when Wang Jian pulled back, just slightly, that Sarah realized how far things had gone. Her lips were swollen, her breath coming in short gasps, but she didn’t care. She wanted

more.

Wang Jian stood up, pulling Sarah with him as he led her to the bedroom. Her heart raced in anticipation, her body trembling with need. By the time they reached the bed, she was already pulling at his shirt, desperate to feel him against her.

Wang Jian allowed her to take the lead for a moment, letting her push him onto the bed as she climbed on top of him. But as soon as she straddled him, he flipped their positions, pinning her beneath him with ease.

“Is this what you want?” Wang Jian asked, his voice low and teasing as he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.

Sarah nodded breathlessly, her eyes half-lidded with desire. “Yes,” she whispered. “I need this.”

Wang Jian smirked, his hands moving over her body, exploring every inch of her voluptuous curves. He wasted no time in undressing her, pulling her blouse over her head and discarding it carelessly onto the floor. Her skirt followed shortly after, leaving her lying beneath him in nothing but her bra and panties.

Wang Jian took his time, savoring the sight of her as his hands roamed over her smooth skin. Sarah’s breathing grew heavier with each touch, her body arching toward him in silent plea.

When Wang Jian finally undressed himself, Sarah’s eyes widened at the sight of him, but any nervousness she might have felt was quickly overshadowed by her overwhelming need. She reached out for him, her hands pulling him down to her as their lips met in another heated kiss.

Wang Jian wasted no time, positioning himself between her legs as he entered her with one smooth, powerful thrust. Sarah cried out, her back arching off the bed as pleasure and pain mingled together, the intensity of it overwhelming her senses.

Wang Jian set a relentless pace, his thrusts hard and deep, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through Sarah’s body. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her nails digging into the fabric as she moaned and writhed beneath him.

“Look at you,” Wang Jian murmured, his voice low and teasing as he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “Cheating on your husband… and enjoying every second of it.”

Sarah moaned in response, her body trembling with the force of his thrusts. “I don’t care,” she gasped, her voice barely audible. “I just… I need you.”

Wang Jian grinned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he continued to move inside her, his thrusts growing rougher and more intense. He could feel Sarah’s body tightening around him, her walls squeezing him as she neared her climax.

When she finally came, it was with a scream, her body shaking violently as pleasure overtook her. But Wang Jian wasn’t done. He continued to thrust into her, drawing out her orgasm until Sarah was left a quivering, trembling mess beneath him.

And then they started again. Wang Jian’s control over Sarah was absolute, and she surrendered

completely to him. He took her in every position imaginable, each one more intense and satisfying than the last. He spanked her, teased her, made her beg for more. At one point, he had her on her knees, her mouth wrapped around him as he guided her movements, watching as she eagerly pleasured him.

By the time evening came, Sarah was exhausted, her body spent from the multiple rounds of

passion they had shared. But she didn’t regret a thing.

And Wang Jian knew, as he lay beside her, that

Sarah was his now, fully and completely. There was no turning back for her.

As she lay there, her breath heavy and her body still tingling from the night’s events, Sarah

stared at the ceiling, her mind a jumble of conflicting emotions. The guilt over her husband was still there, a dull ache at the back of her thoughts, but it was overshadowed by the satisfaction of being with Wang Jian. He had given her something she hadn’t felt in years- passion, excitement, a sense of being truly desired.

Wang Jian, lying beside her, smirked as he watched her silently. He knew the effect he had on

her, knew that she was already addicted to what they shared. And as much as she tried to rationalize it to herself, telling herself it was just a one-time thing, Wang Jian knew better.

“You don’t seem too upset about what we did,” Wang Jian teased, his voice low as he propped himself up on one elbow, gazing down at her.

Sarah let out a soft, exhausted laugh, her fingers brushing against his chest. “I should be, right?” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But… I can’t bring myself to regret it.”

Wang Jian’s smirk deepened as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Good,” he murmured against her skin. “Because I wasn’t planning on this being the last time.”

Sarah shivered at his words, a mixture of excitement and apprehension swirling inside her.

She knew that her life had just become infinitely more complicated. But right now, lying in Wang Jian’s arms, she couldn’t bring herself to care.