Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 675: Qing Lurou Offers Herself to Wang Jian

Wang Jian continued to indulge in Qing Fenghuaʼs voluptuous body, taking pleasure in her every curve and moan. He knew he had complete control over her, and he relished in it. Qing Fenghua, despite her humiliation, endured it all. The words of her Great Deity echoed in her mind, a constant reminder of her duty to obey Wang Jian to ensure the survival of her clan.

For hours on end, Wang Jian ravished Qing Fenghua, his hands exploring every inch of her body, his lips leaving marks on her skin. She submitted to his every demand, her body responding even as her mind recoiled. When it finally ended, both were spent, and Qing Fenghua lay beside Wang Jian, her body aching and her mind numb.

Days passed, and the Nature Clanʼs most talented beauties were integrated into Wang Jianʼs faction. They brought with them their unique skills, enhancing the strength of his faction by growing rare herbs and using their deep connection to nature. These women were not only skilled but also beautiful, adding to the allure of Wang Jianʼs domain.

Among them, Qing Fenghuaʼs daughter, Qing Lurou, stood out. She was as beautiful as her mother, with a soft heart and a gentle demeanor. Wang Jian knew that conquering Qing Lurou would be simpler than conquering her mother. All he had to do was ensure that Qing Lurou witnessed him violating her mother, and her soft heart would not be able to tolerate it.

One evening, as Qing Lurou roamed the hallways, she heard strange sounds coming from her motherʼs chamber. Her curiosity piqued, she walked closer and hesitated before slightly opening the door to take a peek.

What she saw shocked her to her core.

There, on the bed, was her mother, Qing Fenghua, being ruthlessly taken by Wang Jian. He was on top of her, thrusting into her with a savage intensity. Qing Fenghuaʼs moans filled the room, a mix of pleasure and pain. Wang Jianʼs hands were all over her, fondling her breasts, spanking her, and even biting her skin.

Qing Lurouʼs eyes widened in horror. She couldnʼt believe what she was seeing. Her mother, the strong and proud leader of the Nature Clan, was reduced to this. Tears filled her eyes as she watched, unable to look away. She felt a surge of emotions-anger, sorrow, helplessness.

Wang Jian glanced up and saw Qing Lurou peeking through the door. A sly smile crossed his face, and he increased his pace, making Qing Fenghua cry out louder.

Qing Lurou stood frozen at the door, her heart pounding as she watched the disturbing scene unfold before her. She could barely suppress the uncomfortable feeling gnawing at her insides, but she forced herself to keep watching. Her mother, Qing Fenghua, was being dominated by Wang Jian, the man who had recently come into their lives like a tempest.

For nearly two hours, Qing Lurou witnessed the depravity. Wang Jian had Qing Fenghua in various positions-first on all fours, then bent over the edge of the bed, and finally, with her legs draped over his shoulders as he pounded into her with unrelenting force. The sight was both repulsive and heartbreaking. Qing Fenghuaʼs cries filled the room, a mixture of pain and unwanted pleasure.

Unable to watch any longer, Qing Lurou left the room with a determined look on her face. She made her way back to her own chamber, her mind racing with thoughts of what she had seen and what she needed to do.

That night, Qing Lurou took a deep breath and walked straight to Wang Jianʼs chamber. She knocked once before pushing the door open, finding him lounging on a plush sofa with a glass of red wine in his hand.

Wang Jian looked up, a smirk playing on his lips as he saw her. ”What brings you here at this hour, Qing Lurou?” he asked, his tone dripping with mockery.

Qing Lurou clenched her fists, trying to keep her voice steady. ”I want you to stop...having sex with my mother.”

Wang Jian rolled his eyes and took a sip of his wine. ”And why should I do that?”

”Because itʼs wrong! Youʼre humiliating her,” she said, her voice shaking with emotion.

He set his glass down and leaned forward, his gaze piercing into her. ”If you want me to stop, youʼll have to pay the appropriate price.”

Qing Lurouʼs eyes widened in shock. ”What...what do you mean?”

Wang Jianʼs smirk widened. ”You know exactly what I mean. Satisfy my carnal desires yourself, and I might consider leaving your mother alone.”

Horror and revulsion twisted Qing Lurouʼs features. ”You...youʼre a depraved man! How could you even suggest such a thing?”

Wang Jian shrugged nonchalantly. ”The choice is yours. Save your mother, or donʼt. But if you want me to stop, you know the price.”

Qing Lurou gritted her teeth, tears of frustration and helplessness welling up in her eyes. She couldnʼt bear to see her mother in that state any longer. Finally, with a deep breath, she nodded. ”Fine. Iʼll do it.”

Wang Jian stood up and walked over to her, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. He grabbed her robe and tore it apart in one swift motion, leaving her standing naked before him. Qing Lurouʼs body was a vision of beauty-large breasts, a curvy buttock, a thin waist, soft skin, and a stunning face.

He picked her up and threw her onto his large bed, moving towards her with a depraved grin. Qing Lurouʼs heart raced as she lay there, vulnerable and exposed.

Wang Jian wasted no time. He climbed on top of her, his hands exploring her body with a rough, possessive touch. ”Youʼre just as beautiful as I imagined,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

Wang Jianʼs eyes roamed over Qing Lurouʼs naked body with a predatory glint, his hands caressing her soft skin. As he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear, he whispered, ”Ever since I saw you at that meeting months ago, Iʼve wanted to fuck you. Youʼre not only incredibly beautiful, but youʼre also the wife of my enemy, Dong Zhuo.”

Qing Lurouʼs heart raced with a mix of fear and anger. She hated Wang Jian, but she was powerless to resist him. Her mind kept replaying the sight of her mother being dominated by this man, and she knew she had no choice but to comply.

Wang Jian wasted no time. He positioned himself between her legs, his hands gripping her

thighs firmly. He admired her for a moment, taking in the sight of her large breasts rising and falling with each breath, her curvy buttocks, and her thin waist. Then, with a sudden thrust, he entered her, eliciting a gasp from Qing Lurou.

He moved with a brutal passion, his thrusts deep and unrelenting. Qing Lurouʼs body reacted despite her mindʼs protests, her moans escaping her lips involuntarily. Wang Jian reveled in her responses, his hands exploring every inch of her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, and spanking her buttocks.

”Youʼre mine now, Qing Lurou,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. ”Every part of you belongs to me.”

Qing Lurou bit her lip to stifle her cries, her body trembling under his assault. She hated the pleasure that coursed through her, hated how her body betrayed her. But she endured, knowing it was the only way to save her mother.

Wang Jian shifted positions, pulling her up so she was on her knees, her back arched. He

entered her from behind, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he drove into her with renewed fervor. Qing Lurouʼs moans grew louder, her body shuddering with each powerful

thrust.

He pulled her back against him, his hands moving to her breasts, kneading them roughly as he continued to move inside her. ”Youʼre so tight, so perfect,” he murmured against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin.

Qing Lurou felt a mix of shame and unwanted pleasure. Her body was responding to his touch, her mind clouded by the intensity of the moment. She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the reality of what was happening, but the sensations were overwhelming.

Wang Jian pushed her down onto the bed, turning her over so she was lying on her back. He climbed on top of her, his eyes locking onto hers as he continued to thrust into her. The intensity of his gaze made her feel even more exposed, more vulnerable.

”Look at me,” he commanded, his voice firm. ”I want to see your eyes when you come.”

Qing Lurouʼs eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. The intensity of the moment, the raw passion in his eyes, sent a shiver down her spine. She couldnʼt look away, even as her body trembled with the approach of climax.

Wang Jianʼs thrusts grew more powerful, his movements almost animalistic in their fervor.

Qing Lurouʼs moans filled the room, her body arching against him as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. With a final, powerful thrust, she cried out, her body convulsing with the force of her climax.

Wang Jian followed shortly after, his own release tearing through him. He groaned, his body tensing as he spilled inside her. For a moment, they were both lost in the intensity of the moment, their bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat.

As they lay there, catching their breath, Wang Jianʼs hands continued to roam over Qing

Lurouʼs body. He looked down at her with a satisfied smirk, his eyes gleaming with triumph. ”You did well, Qing Lurou,” he said, his voice low and commanding. ”Youʼre mine now, completely.”

Qing Lurou closed her eyes, her body aching and her mind numb. She had done what she

needed to do to save her mother, but the cost was higher than she had ever imagined. She knew that her life would never be the same again, that she was now bound to Wang Jian in a way that she could never escape.