Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 833 Night With All Four Of Feng Xuanʼs Wives

Wang Jian, having secured his prize, knew that Feng Xuan wouldnʼt take his betrayal lying down. He had already revealed his relationships with Yujia and Xinqiao, so he knew Feng Xuanʼs next moves. ʼHeʼll go after Yujia first,ʼ Wang Jian mused, a smirk playing on his lips. ʼThen heʼll probably head to the Blazing Rock Star for Xinqiao. Time to play chess with the protagonist.ʼ

He opened a spatial tunnel, pulling Jingyi Zhumin and Han Chenyu along with him. They arrived at Yujiaʼs residence, a lavish estate within the Radiant Sun Sectʼs territory. Wang Jian swiftly located Yujia, who was still recovering from the earlier battle. He grabbed her arm, pulling her towards the newly opened spatial tunnel.

”Come on, Yujia,” he said, his voice casual. ”Feng Xuan might be coming for you soon. Wouldnʼt want you to get caught in the crossfire.”

Yujia, still dazed and confused, simply nodded, allowing Wang Jian to pull her through the tunnel. They reappeared in a different location, a secluded mountain peak far from the Radiant Sun Sect.

”Where are we?” Yujia asked, her voice trembling slightly.

”Somewhere safe,” Wang Jian replied, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding landscape. ”Now, letʼs go get your father.”

He opened another spatial tunnel, this time leading to Grand Elder Lixianʼs secluded meditation chamber. Lixian, sensing Wang Jianʼs arrival, opened his eyes, a troubled expression on his face. He knew about his daughterʼs… relationship with Wang Jian, and he had a feeling that things were about to get complicated.

”Grand Elder,” Wang Jian said, his voice respectful, ”itʼs time to move. Feng Xuan will be coming for your daughter, and I wouldnʼt want you to get caught in the middle.”

Lixian sighed, knowing that Wang Jian was right. He had a feeling that this day would come. He nodded slowly. ”Very well,” he said, his voice resigned.

Wang Jian opened another spatial tunnel, this time leading directly to the Blazing Rock Star. They arrived just outside the Wufang Clanʼs palace.

”You wait here, Grand Elder,” Wang Jian instructed. ”Itʼs not safe for you to go inside. Feng Xuanʼs probably already there.”

Lixian nodded, understanding the situation. He knew that Feng Xuan would be furious, and he didnʼt want to be the target of his wrath.

Wang Jian then took Yujia, Jingyi Zhumin, and Han Chenyu inside the Wufang Clanʼs palace, directly to Xinqiaoʼs chambers. Xinqiao, upon seeing them, was initially surprised, then her expression turned cold. She recognized Chenyu and Zhumin as her husbandʼs other wives.

”What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice laced with suspicion. She knew Yujia knew about her relationship with Wang Jian, but she wasnʼt sure about the other two.

”Weʼre leaving,” Wang Jian said, his voice firm. ”Feng Xuan will be here soon, and itʼs not safe for any of you to stay here.”

He wasnʼt worried about Feng Xuan, but he didnʼt want to deal with him right now. He had other plans, plans that involved these four beautiful women.

He opened a final spatial tunnel, this time leading to a secluded planet far beyond the Crimson Flame Belt. It was a lush, tropical planet, with beautiful beaches, crystal-clear waters, and dense forests.

”This is our new home,” Wang Jian announced, a predatory gleam in his eyes. ”At least for a while.”

He then pulled the four women closer, his arms wrapping around their bodies. ”Now,” he said, his voice low and seductive, ”letʼs have some fun.”

He then proceeded to have some ʼfunʼ with all four of Feng Xuanʼs wives. He started with Yujia, who was already accustomed to his… attentions. He then moved on to Xinqiao, who, despite her initial reservations, found herself drawn to his power and charisma.

Then it was the turn of Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin. They resisted him with all their might, their anger and resentment towards him growing with each passing moment. They hated him for what he was doing, for what he had made them do, but they were powerless to stop him.

Wang Jian, fueled by his desire and his demonic energy, easily overpowered them. He tore their clothes apart, his hands roaming over their bodies, exploring every curve, every crevice. He reveled in their struggles, their cries of protest, their expressions of pure hatred.

ʼThey may hate me now,ʼ he thought, a cruel smile playing on his lips, ʼbut theyʼll come to accept it. Theyʼll learn to love me. Just like Yujia and Xinqiao.ʼ

He continued his assault, his movements aggressive, his touch demanding. He wanted to dominate them completely, to break their spirits, to make them his.

The two women, despite their resistance, found themselves responding to his touch, their bodies betraying their minds. They moaned, they gasped, they writhed under his touch, their hatred slowly mixing with a strange, unwanted pleasure.

Wang Jian, sensing their surrender, intensified his assault, his movements becoming more frenzied, his touch more demanding. He wanted to possess them completely, body and soul.

The planet was filled with the sounds of their struggles, their cries, their moans, their gasps. Wang Jian was in his element, enjoying the power he wielded over these beautiful women, reveling in their forced submission. He was the conqueror, the dominator, and they were his for the taking.

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The tropical planet, bathed in the light of its twin moons, became Wang Jianʼs personal playground. He had brought Feng Xuanʼs four wives here, not just to keep them from their husbandʼs wrath, but also to indulge in his own desires. He had revealed his relationships with Yujia and Xinqiao to Feng Xuan, so he knew the protagonist would come seeking revenge. But Wang Jian was always one step ahead.

He started with Yujia, who was already familiar with his… ʼcharmsʼ. She was compliant, even eager, her earlier resentment replaced with a strange mix of resignation and desire. ʼSheʼs used to it now,ʼ Wang Jian thought, a smirk playing on his lips. ʼEasy pickings.ʼ

He then moved on to Xinqiao, whose initial resistance had slowly melted away during their previous encounters. She was more reserved than Yujia, but Wang Jian knew how to push her buttons, how to ignite the fire that smoldered beneath her icy exterior. ʼShe pretends to be cold,ʼ he mused, ʼbut sheʼs a volcano waiting to erupt.ʼ

Then came Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin. They were different. They were furious, their hatred for him palpable. They had resisted him with all their might, their eyes burning with resentment. But Wang Jian was stronger, more dominant. He had overpowered them, tearing their clothes apart, his touch possessive and demanding.

”You… you bastard!” Han Chenyu spat, her voice filled with venom.

”I hate you!” Jingyi Zhumin cried, tears streaming down her face.

Wang Jian simply chuckled, enjoying their anger. ”Hate me all you want,” he said, his voice low and seductive. ”But your bodies tell a different story.”

He was relentless, his touch exploring every curve, every crevice of their bodies. He reveled in their struggles, their cries of protest, their expressions of pure hatred. It fueled him, it excited him. He was the conqueror, the dominator, and they were his for the taking.

”Stop it!” Han Chenyu screamed, trying to push him away.

”Please… no more,” Jingyi Zhumin begged, her voice trembling.

Wang Jian ignored their pleas, his movements becoming more aggressive, his touch more demanding. He wanted to break them, to bend them to his will, to make them his completely.

”Youʼre mine now,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. ”All mine.”

He continued his assault, his hands roaming over their bodies, exploring every inch of their skin. He kissed them deeply, his tongue invading their mouths, tasting their sweetness.

”Mmm… youʼre so delicious,” he murmured, his lips trailing down Han Chenyuʼs neck.

”You taste like… moonlight,” he whispered, his breath hot against Jingyi Zhuminʼs ear.

The two women, despite their hatred, found themselves responding to his touch. Their bodies betrayed their minds, their moans and gasps echoing through the night.

”Ah… yes… like that,” Han Chenyu moaned, her body arching towards him.

”Mmm… more…” Jingyi Zhumin gasped, her fingers digging into his back.

Wang Jian smirked, sensing their surrender. He intensified his assault, his movements becoming more frenzied, his touch more demanding. He wanted to possess them completely, body and soul.

”Youʼre mine,” he repeated, his voice filled with possessive desire. ”You belong to me.”

He continued his lovemaking with the four women throughout the night, each of them receiving his full and undivided attention. He savored their bodies, explored their desires, and pushed them to their limits.

He was a master of pleasure, knowing exactly how to touch them, how to kiss them, how to make them moan and gasp and beg for more. He was a demon in the flesh, seducing them, corrupting them, making them his.

The night was filled with the sounds of passion, of moans and cries, of whispers and gasps. Wang Jian was in his element, enjoying the power he wielded over these beautiful women, reveling in their forced submission. He was the conqueror, the dominator, and they were his for the taking.

As the first rays of dawn began to peek over the horizon, Wang Jian finally pulled away from the four women, who were now lying naked and exhausted on the silken sheets. He looked at them, a satisfied smile on his lips.

ʼThey may hate me now,ʼ he thought, ʼbut theyʼll come to accept it. Theyʼll learn to love me. Just like Yujia and Xinqiao.ʼ

He then got out of bed, stretching his body. He felt refreshed, rejuvenated, his demonic energy replenished. He had had a good night, a very good night.

He glanced back at the four women, who were now sleeping peacefully, their bodies entwined, their faces relaxed. He chuckled softly, then turned and walked away, leaving them to their slumber. He had other things to attend to, other games to play. The cosmos was his playground, and he was just getting started.