Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 843: Ancient Animal Skin

Wang Jian teleported back into the battleship, a smug grin on his face, carrying Xinqiao and Yujia in his arms like they were fluffy pillows. Honestly, they werenʼt that fluffy, more like… well, really nice, firm pillows. He chuckled to himself as he stepped into the main chamber. Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin were already there, waiting, their usual serene expressions tinged with a hint of worry.

”Master!” Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin greeted him almost in unison, bowing their heads slightly in respect. ”Are you alright? We sensed… tremendous energy fluctuations. Was the battle… difficult?” Jingyi Zhumin asked, her voice soft and concerned.

Wang Jian just grinned wider, setting Yujia and Xinqiao gently onto their feet, though he kept an arm casually slung around each of their waists. ”Difficult? Nah, not really,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. ”Entertaining, though. That Altan, heʼs got a bit more fight in him than Feng Xuan did, Iʼll give him that.”

Yujia giggled, leaning into Wang Jianʼs side, her large breasts pressing comfortably against his arm. ”Master is always so modest! We saw from a distance, Master! Your power was… breathtaking! That golden aura of his, it was so bright, and then yours… yours was like a dark storm swallowing the sun!” She dramatically gestured with her hands, her eyes wide with admiration.

Xinqiao nodded enthusiastically, her dark hair swaying. ”Yes, yes! It was like… like two cosmoses colliding! Han Chenyu, Jingyi Zhumin, you should have seen it! Master was just… bam! pow! zoom!” She made exaggerated punching motions, nearly hitting Yujia in the face, who just laughed and playfully shoved her back.

Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin exchanged glances, a mixture of awe and slight disbelief in their eyes. They had seen Wang Jian fight Feng Xuan, and that had been… well, quite something. But to hear Yujia and Xinqiao describe this fight against Altan, it sounded like it was on a whole other level.

”He… he truly fought against Altan Starbright?” Han Chenyu asked, her voice still a little hesitant, still carrying a trace of that old fear, though now it was more mingled with a strange sort of… pride? Pride in her master being so powerful? It was all still a bit confusing, even after all this time.

Wang Jian chuckled again, reaching out to playfully pinch Jingyi Zhuminʼs cheek. ”Yep, fought him alright. Sent him flying too, last I saw. Probably still tumbling through space somewhere,” he said casually, like he was talking about swatting a particularly annoying fly. ”Heʼs got some tricks, that Starlord. Uses the Western Cosmosʼs laws pretty well, better than Feng Xuan ever did with the Eastern ones. Still not enough, though. Not even close.”

He let his hands roam a little more freely now, his fingers tracing the curves of Yujiaʼs and Xinqiaoʼs backs, his thumbs brushing against the sides of their breasts. They both purred in response, leaning into his touch, their bodies radiating warmth and eagerness.

”Oh, Master, you are so strong!” Xinqiao breathed, nuzzling his neck, her breasts jiggling deliciously against his chest. ”No one can ever defeat you!”

Yujia nodded, her eyes sparkling with adoration. ”You are the strongest in all the cosmoses, Master! We knew it from the moment we saw you!”

Wang Jian just laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through the chamber. ”Strongest, huh? Maybe, maybe not. But strong enough for now, thatʼs for sure.” He looked at his four wives, his eyes gleaming with desire. ”And speaking of strong… you beauties are making me feel… rather energetic.”

He didnʼt wait for a response. With a swift, almost playful motion, he ripped apart Yujiaʼs silken robes, the fabric tearing with a satisfying riiiip. Xinqiao was next, her clothes following Yujiaʼs into oblivion. Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin, already knowing what was coming, began to unrobe themselves, their movements now practiced, almost eager.

”Master…” Jingyi Zhumin whispered, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink as she slipped out of her last garment, her eyes fixed on Wang Jian with a mixture of shyness and anticipation.

”Yes, Zhumin, my sweet?” Wang Jian purred, his gaze already feasting on her naked form, then moving to Han Chenyu, then back to Yujia and Xinqiao, his demonic energy stirring, his desire rising.

”Will… will you punish us again, Master?” Han Chenyu asked, her voice low, almost a murmur, her eyes downcast, but her body subtly swaying towards him, a silent invitation.

Wang Jian grinned, a wide, predatory grin that sent shivers of both fear and excitement through his wives. ”Punish? No, my loves. Not punish. Reward. Weʼll call it… reward for being such good girls, for waiting patiently for your magnificent master to return from his… little excursion.”

And with that, all semblance of conversation vanished, replaced by the sounds of tearing fabric, soft moans, and Wang Jianʼs deep laughter. The next week was a blur of sensual indulgence, a non-stop orgy that consumed the battleship. Wang Jian made good on his promise of ʼreward,ʼ ravishing his wives relentlessly, exploring every inch of their bodies, pushing them to their limits, and beyond.

He fucked them standing, kneeling, lying down, in positions they hadnʼt even dreamed of before him. He bit them, smacked them, fondled them until they begged for mercy, only to then fuck them harder, deeper, driving them to new heights of ecstasy. He climaxed inside each of them countless times, his demonic seed planting itself deep within their wombs, further binding them to him, body and soul. He made them climax too, again and again, until they were trembling messes of pleasure and exhaustion, their bodies aching, their minds blank, utterly consumed by him.

Heʼd whisper in their ears during the most intense moments, his voice rough with lust, asking them about Feng Xuan, comparing himself to their former husband, reveling in their increasingly fervent insults and dismissals of the Eastern Cosmos Heavenly Talent.

”Tell me again, Yujia, how does my cock compare to Feng Xuanʼs?” heʼd growl, thrusting deep inside her, her cries echoing through the chamber.

”Yours… yours is a godʼs cock, Master!” Yujia would gasp, her body arching, her nails digging into his back. ”Feng Xuanʼs… it was like a childʼs toy compared to yours! He could never… never satisfy me like this!”

Xinqiao would chime in, her voice breathless, her breasts heaving as she watched them, her own desire building. ”Feng Xuan was weak! Pathetic! You, Master… you are everything! Your cock… it fills me, owns me, makes me yours!”

Even Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin, initially more reserved, now joined in the chorus of praise and dismissal of Feng Xuan, their voices laced with a strange mixture of forced obedience and genuine, twisted desire. The constant sensual bombardment, the relentless demonic influence, had truly broken down their last vestiges of resistance, replacing it with a fervent, almost fanatical devotion to Wang Jian.

After a week of this hedonistic frenzy, Wang Jian finally called a halt, though he still kept his wives close, their naked bodies draped around him like living, breathing decorations. He leaned back against a pile of cushions, his chest rising and falling heavily, a satisfied smirk on his face.

”Well, my loves,” he said, his voice still a little rough from exertion, ”that was… invigorating. But now, we wait.”

”Wait, Master?” Jingyi Zhumin asked softly, her eyes questioning, her body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of their week-long orgy.

”Yes, wait,” Wang Jian confirmed, his gaze distant, thoughtful. ”Wait for the news to spread. News of my… little chat with Altan Starbright. News of how easily I handled him. News of Wang Jian, the demonic cultivator whoʼs making waves in the Heavenly Talentsʼ playground.”

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. ”You see, my beauties, Iʼve already knocked down one Heavenly Talent, Feng Xuan. Now, Iʼve given Altan a good… thump too. Word travels fast in these cosmoses. Especially when itʼs juicy gossip like this. The Northern and Southern Cosmos… theyʼll be hearing about me soon enough.”

Yujia tilted her head, her brow furrowed slightly. ”And is that… good, Master?”

Wang Jian shrugged, a nonchalant gesture. ”Good, bad… doesnʼt really matter. Itʼs… inevitable. My power, my presence… itʼs too big to ignore now. They canʼt pretend I donʼt exist anymore. They have to react.”

Xinqiao giggled, understanding dawning in her eyes. ”So… the other Heavenly Talents, Raizel and Gorthan… they will be scared of you, Master?”

”Scared? Maybe. Cautious? Definitely,” Wang Jian said, a predatory glint entering his eyes. ”And cautious Heavenly Talents… are predictable Heavenly Talents. And predictable Heavenly Talents… are easier to… play with.”

He trailed off, a thoughtful silence falling over the chamber. His wives remained quiet, sensing his shift in mood, his focus turning towards grander schemes, towards cosmic machinations beyond their immediate comprehension.

Meanwhile, light years away, in a secluded corner of the Western Cosmos, the four Heavenly Talents were indeed huddled together, their faces grim, their voices low and urgent. Altan, Feng Xuan, Raizel, and Gorthan – the supposed protectors of their respective cosmoses, now united by a common, terrifying threat: Wang Jian.

”He… he truly overwhelmed you, Altan?” Feng Xuan asked, his voice still tinged with disbelief, despite having experienced Wang Jianʼs power firsthand. ”Even with the Western Cosmosʼs power at your disposal?”

Altan nodded grimly, his astral fire gaze clouded with a rare mix of anger and apprehension. ”He did. His power… itʼs unlike anything Iʼve ever encountered. Itʼs not just raw strength, itʼs… disruptive. It negates the very laws of our cosmoses. Itʼs as if he… exists outside of the cosmic order itself.”

Raizel Bloodthorne, his obsidian eyes burning with cold calculation, spoke next. ”My spies in the Western Cosmos confirmed the energy fluctuations. They say the Gardens of Starlight… are still recovering. And that you, Starlord Altan, were… ʼdispatchedʼ rather… decisively.” His words were laced with a subtle, almost mocking tone, barely concealed beneath a veneer of concern.

Gorthan Steelclaw, the Dragon King, rumbled in agreement, his voice a deep, guttural growl. ”Feng Xuanʼs words were not exaggerations then. This ʼWang Jianʼ… he is a true monster. A threat to all of us.”

A heavy silence fell over the group, each Heavenly Talent grappling with the terrifying implications of Wang Jianʼs power. They, the supposed paragons of their cosmoses, the beings destined for greatness, were facing an opponent who seemed to transcend their combined might. A chilling sense of vulnerability, of inadequacy, began to creep into their hearts.

”What do we do?” Feng Xuan finally asked, breaking the silence, his voice laced with a rare note of desperation. ”Fighting him… as we are now… it seems pointless. He is simply too strong.”

”We must break through,” Raizel stated, his voice cold and decisive. ”To the Godking Realm. Only then… only then might we stand a chance against him.”

The word ʼGodkingʼ hung heavy in the air, a whispered aspiration, a distant, almost mythical goal. The Godking Realm… a realm of power beyond comprehension, a realm thought to be lost to the annals of history. The path to Godking… shrouded in mystery, seemingly impossible to attain in the current cosmic era.

”Godking?” Altan scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. ”Are you suggesting we simply… ascend to Godking? As if it were as easy as taking a stroll in the Gardens of Starlight? The path is lost, Raizel. The cosmoses themselves lack the energy to support such a breakthrough.”

Raizelʼs obsidian eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity. ”Not entirely lost, Altan. Not entirely impossible. I… I have found something. Ancient records, within my Devil Clan archives. Whispers of a… Secret Realm. A place of immense power, said to contain the ʼHeart of Creationʼ itself. A place… that could potentially empower our cosmoses, enough to… facilitate a Godking breakthrough.”

A flicker of interest, of desperate hope, ignited in the eyes of the other Heavenly Talents. A Secret Realm? The Heart of Creation? It sounded like a myth, a legend, but in the face of Wang Jianʼs terrifying power, even the most improbable possibilities became alluring.

”A Secret Realm?” Gorthan rumbled, his reptilian eyes narrowing. ”And you believe this… ʼHeart of Creationʼ can truly grant us Godking power?”

”I do not believe, I hope,” Raizel corrected, his voice carefully measured. ”The records are fragmented, incomplete. But they speak of a place… a nexus of cosmic energy, capable of… accelerating evolution, of… bypassing limitations. If we can find this Secret Realm, if we can harness its power… it might be our only chance.”

Feng Xuanʼs eyes widened, a flicker of greed, of ambition, replacing his initial desperation. ”But… if this ʼHeart of Creationʼ is so powerful… what if Wang Jian finds it first? If he breaks through to Godking… he would be unstoppable. Truly invincible.”

A chilling silence descended upon the group once more, a new layer of fear added to their already heavy burden. Wang Jian, a terrifying force already, becoming a Godking? The thought was almost unbearable.

But beneath the shared fear of Wang Jian, another, darker undercurrent flowed, unspoken, yet palpable. Each of the four Heavenly Talents harbored a secret, selfish ambition. The thought, unvoiced, yet undeniably present in each of their minds: ʼIf I could reach Godking first… I could defeat Wang Jian. And then… I could deal with these other three… and claim ultimate dominion over all four cosmoses. And their wives.ʼ

The unspoken ambition hung heavy in the air, a silent testament to the inherent distrust, the underlying rivalry that even a common enemy like Wang Jian could not completely erase. They were united by fear, but divided by ambition, a precarious alliance forged in the shadow of a demonic threat, teetering on the brink of betrayal.

”We cannot allow Wang Jian to reach Godking,” Altan said, his voice regaining a semblance of his usual authority, though still laced with an undercurrent of unease. ”We must find this Secret Realm first. And we must use it… to our advantage.”

”But how do we find it?” Gorthan asked, his voice rumbling with impatience. ”If these records are so ancient, so fragmented… where do we even begin to look?”

Raizelʼs obsidian eyes gleamed with a predatory light. ”The records I found… they were inscribed on ancient animal skins. Mysterious, almost… demonic in origin. I believe… the rest of the information, the key to finding this Secret Realm… is scattered, hidden, inscribed on similar animal skins, perhaps within our own cosmoses, perhaps… beyond.”

He looked at each of the other Heavenly Talents, his gaze intense, demanding. ”We must search. Each of us, within our own domains, and beyond. We must scour our ancient archives, consult our oldest texts, seek out forgotten legends. We must find these animal skins, piece together the fragments of this lost knowledge. It is our only hope.”

A new, desperate resolve settled upon the four Heavenly Talents. They were facing an unprecedented threat, a cosmic predator unlike anything they had ever encountered. To survive, to protect their cosmoses, to preserve their destinies, they had to gamble, to risk everything on a desperate quest for a mythical power, a lost path to Godking.