Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 916 - 918: Sect Mistress Lianhuaʼs Beauty and Wang Jianʼs Uncontrollable Desires

The day after Wang Jian had thoroughly conquered the three Crimson Pill Sect beauties – Qiu Yun, Su Ning, and Bai Xue – and branded them as his own, a new, intense routine settled over Liu Ruyanʼs secluded manor.

With the Grand Alchemy Competition looming just three months away, Liu Ruyan threw herself into her training with a desperate, focused energy. Her private alchemy chamber became her world.

Wang Jian, never one to miss an opportunity, saw this as the perfect chance to kill two birds with one stone: absorb the core alchemical knowledge of the Crimson Pill Sect, and keep his newest primary tool, Liu Ruyan, sharp and motivated (and thoroughly under his thumb).

He proposed they ”exchange insights.”

”You teach me your sectʼs methods, Ruyan,” he suggested casually one morning, as she prepared her cauldron. ”And perhaps my... different perspective might offer you some new angles for the competition.”

Liu Ruyan, eager to spend time with him and genuinely believing in his almost mystical talent, agreed immediately. ”Of course, Jian! It would be my honor to share my knowledge.”

So began their strange, intense ʼlessonsʼ. Liu Ruyan, drawing upon the years of rigorous training under Sect Mistress Lianhua, began explaining the foundational theories, the precise ingredient preparations, the complex flame control techniques that were the pride of the Crimson Pill Sect.

She started with the basics, explaining the ”Five Elemental Harmony” principle in pill refinement. ”You see, Jian, each herb carries a dominant elemental essence. The key is to balance them, to use fire to fuse metal, water to soothe wood...”

Wang Jian listened, but his understanding seemed almost instantaneous. Before she could even finish explaining the counter-interaction between Frost Grass and Cinder Root, he interrupted.

”Yeah, makes sense. But wouldnʼt adding a trace of Grounding Stone powder stabilize the fusion reaction more efficiently? It acts as an inert catalyst, absorbing the excess elemental clash.”

Liu Ruyan blinked, startled. ”Grounding Stone powder? But… the texts say thatʼs only used in artifact refinement. Itʼs too coarse for pill concoction; it would leave impurities…”

”Not if you grind it fine enough,” Wang Jian countered easily. ”And use only a minuscule amount, introduced precisely at the point of elemental instability. Like so.” He gestured vaguely, his insight cutting straight to the heart of the problem.

She stared at him, speechless for a moment. He was right. It was an unorthodox, almost heretical idea, but the theory… it was sound. ”I… I never considered that.”

This pattern repeated constantly. She would explain a complex, established technique, and he would grasp it instantly, often offering a startlingly effective, unconventional improvement.

”Jian, how did you stabilize that third-stage refinement so quickly?” she asked in disbelief one afternoon, watching him effortlessly handle a process that usually took her hours of painstaking effort. ”The manual clearly states it requires precise Soul-Flame weaving over at least six hours!”

Wang Jian just shrugged, wiping his hands clean. ”Eh, just felt right. The energy flow seemed… obvious. Why weave when you can just guide the main current?”

His talent was monstrous, almost demonic. But his behavior during these lessons was equally monstrous.

He didnʼt allow the sessions to remain purely academic. Not for a moment.

As Liu Ruyan stood before her cauldron, carefully explaining the delicate steps of refining a batch of high-grade Spirit Recovery Pills, his hands were busy. He stood behind her, ostensibly ”observing her technique,” but his hands had already snaked under her loose green robes.

He brazenly cupped her very large, soft breasts, his fingers kneading the plump flesh.

”Jian!” she gasped, her concentration shattering, the spiritual flame in her cauldron flickering dangerously. ”Focus… focus on the ingredient fusion… not… ah… not there!”

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound against her back. ”Nonsense, Ruyan. A true master alchemist must maintain perfect focus under any circumstances. Consider this… advanced training in mental fortitude.” His thumbs found her nipples through the thin fabric of her inner clothes, teasing them into hard, aching peaks.

”B-But I might ruin the batch!” she protested weakly, her body already starting to tremble.

”Then youʼll just have to refine another,” he replied dismissively.

He ignored her pleas entirely. Sometimes, while she was trying to demonstrate a complex flame control technique that required precise hand movements and spiritual energy modulation, he would simply pull her back onto his lap, trapping her there, his hard erection pressing insistently against her soft buttocks.

”A true master maintains concentration, Ruyan,” heʼd whisper in her ear, his breath hot against her skin, while his fingers found their way back to her breasts, pinching a nipple hard through her clothes. ”Even when… distracted.”

”Jian, please!” she cried out one day, trying to squirm away as he nibbled on her earlobe while she attempted the critical Nine-Revolving Spirit Tempering method. ”I cannot possibly focus! You are… you are impossible!”

He simply laughed, a hearty, amused sound. Then, SMACK! He delivered a sharp, stinging spank right onto the fullest curve of her lovely, jiggling buttocks.

”Silence,” he commanded, his voice suddenly hard. ”Complaining shows weakness. Focus. Learn to control your bodyʼs reactions. Or the punishments will become far more severe.”

Liu Ruyan froze, tears of frustration, humiliation, and an overwhelming, confusing pleasure welling in her eyes. She was torn. Her duty was to teach him, and his insights were genuinely accelerating her own understanding. But his constant, relentless physical torment… it was driving her mad. Yet… she couldnʼt deny the dark thrill of it, the way her body betrayed her, craving his touch even as her mind screamed for focus.

She could only comply. Her face flushed crimson, her breathing ragged, she would try, desperately, to maintain her focus on the swirling energies within the cauldron, even as his hands continued their wicked exploration, keeping her trapped in a constant, simmering haze of lust.

It was in the middle of one such ʼlessonʼ – him standing behind her, one hand kneading her breast, the other tracing patterns on her flat stomach, while she tried to explain the optimal extraction temperature for Moonpetal Dew – that a communication talisman suddenly flared to life in the air before her.

It shimmered with a familiar, gentle, yet immensely powerful spiritual signature. Liu Ruyan paled slightly.

”Oh no…” she whispered. ”Itʼs… itʼs Teacher. She says she is coming soon. To offer guidance.”

Wang Jian instantly withdrew his hands, his playful, lustful expression vanishing, replaced by one of cold seriousness. ”Go. Prepare the main hall. Act normal. I will conceal myself. Remember the rules. Not a word. Not a look.”

He didnʼt wait for her reply. He activated his Void-Merging Breath and simply vanished from sight just as Liu Ruyan, her heart pounding with a fresh wave of panic, rushed to tidy the alchemy chamber, smooth her robes, and compose her flustered expression before her powerful Master arrived.

Wang Jian remained hidden, perfectly still, his senses alert. A flicker of keen anticipation sparked within him. Finally. He was eager to lay eyes on the renowned beauty, Sect Mistress Lianhua.

Sect Mistress Lianhua arrived shortly after, gliding into Liu Ruyanʼs manor with a quiet, effortless grace. She moved like water, her aura powerful yet restrained, a deep ocean beneath a calm surface. Her robes were a simple, elegant white, adorned with subtle silver embroidery depicting medicinal herbs, but they did little to conceal the astonishing figure beneath.

Wang Jian, hidden in the shadows of the main hall using his Void-Merging Breath, watched her entrance, his breath catching slightly. Liu Ruyan hadnʼt exaggerated. Lianhuaʼs mature beauty was captivating, a perfect blend of wisdom, power, and gentle melancholy. Her face held the smooth, timeless quality often seen in high-level cultivators, but it was her body that truly stole his attention.

He shamelessly, meticulously, ogled her figure. ʼGods above… Ruyan wasnʼt kidding,ʼ his mind buzzed with raw, unfiltered lust. ʼThose breasts… theyʼre magnificent! Easily twice the size of Lingshanʼs, maybe even bigger! How would they even fit in my hands? They look so heavy, so soft… And that ass… high, round, perfectly curved… just begging to be grabbed, squeezed, spanked until itʼs red… And those long, elegant legs… just imagining them wrapped tight around my waist while I thrust my thing into her makes me so damn hard…ʼ

He felt his cock stir, hardening instantly, pressing painfully against the confines of his robes. His desire, already a potent force, solidified into an adamant, unshakeable resolve.

ʼThis woman… Lianhua… she WILL be mine. She is the true prize in this sect. I will have her. Sooner rather than later.ʼ

He licked his lips in the darkness, his mind already racing with crude, possessive fantasies of her beneath him, her calm facade shattered by his touch.

Lianhua, completely unaware of the predator hiding in her discipleʼs home, greeted Liu Ruyan warmly, though her eyes held an underlying seriousness. ”Ruyan, my child. I trust your preparations are proceeding well?”

”Yes, Teacher,” Liu Ruyan replied respectfully, bowing her head.

”Show me your progress,” Lianhua commanded gently but firmly. ”The competition draws near. I received word this morning… Elder Fuʼs chosen disciple, Yao Ling, is said to have already touched the threshold of Sixth Grade pill refinement. The pressure is immense.”

”Sixth Grade?” Liu Ruyan gasped, her confidence faltering slightly. That was a level far beyond her own current capabilities.

”Do not be discouraged,” Lianhua said, her voice calm and steady. ”Yao Ling relies on brute force and Yang-attribute pills. Finesse and control can overcome raw power. Now, show me your refinement of the Spirit Cleansing Dew.”

Lianhua watched Liu Ruyan perform a refinement in the main hallʼs smaller, auxiliary cauldron. She offered precise, insightful critiques, her knowledge clearly vast and deep.

”Your foundation is solid, child,” Lianhua commented, her brow furrowing slightly as she observed the crimson Blood Spirit Flame. ”But your flame control still lacks… finesse. You rely too much on the raw, consuming power of your unique flame. Remember, alchemy is about balance, about gentle persuasion, not brute force. Control, Ruyan, not sheer power, is the key to refining higher-grade pills.”

”Yes, Teacher,” Liu Ruyan murmured, absorbing the guidance gratefully.

Wang Jian, remaining perfectly still, hidden by his technique, paid absolutely no attention to the alchemy lesson. His entire focus, his entire being, was consumed by Lianhua. He followed her every movement, his gaze tracing the astonishing curves of her body beneath her white robes.

After nearly an hour of detailed instruction, Lianhua finally finished. ”Practice these techniques diligently, Ruyan,” she instructed. ”Focus on refining your control. I will visit again in a few days to check your progress. Do not disappoint me.” She turned, preparing to leave.

It was then that Liu Ruyan, remembering her silent pact with Wang Jian, made her move.

”Teacher!” she called out, her voice suddenly filled with an almost desperate, solicitous concern. ”You must be weary after guiding me for so long! Please, donʼt leave just yet! The journey back to your peak is long. Allow this disciple to prepare a relaxing, medicated bath for you before you depart! The spiritual spring water here is naturally infused with calming Moonpetal Herbs; it is very soothing for the meridians!”

Lianhua smiled gently, touched by her discipleʼs thoughtfulness. ”That is very kind of you, Ruyan, but truly unnecessary. I am not tired…”

”No, Teacher, I insist!” Liu Ruyan became surprisingly adamant, stepping forward, her hands fluttering anxiously, almost blocking her Masterʼs path. ”It would be this discipleʼs greatest honor to serve you in this small way! Please! Just a short soak. It will help ease the tension from… from all the sectʼs troubles. Please, Teacher?” Her performance of a devoted, loving, almost overly-eager disciple was flawless.

Lianhua hesitated, slightly taken aback by her discipleʼs uncharacteristic, almost forceful insistence. But she saw only earnest devotion in Liu Ruyanʼs eyes. And the thought of a warm, relaxing bath after the stressful morning… it was tempting. She finally relented with a soft sigh. ”Oh, very well, child. If it truly means so much to you. A short soak, then. Thank you, Ruyan.”

Liu Ruyan beamed, her eyes sparkling with a secret, triumphant light. ”Wonderful! Please, come this way, Teacher! I have the bathing chamber already prepared!” She inwardly celebrated her success. She had set the stage perfectly for her master. Jian would be pleased.

Liu Ruyan led the unsuspecting Sect Mistress Lianhua towards the manorʼs luxurious bathing chamber. It was a large, humid room, carved from smooth, pale jade, dominated by a large, sunken pool filled with steaming, fragrant water. Soft moss grew in crevices, and glowing water-lilies floated on the surface.

Wang Jian was already there. Sensing Liu Ruyanʼs intent the moment she made her plea, he had silently repositioned himself, melting into the shadows behind a large, intricately carved decorative screen near the edge of the pool. He held his breath, retracting his aura completely, becoming nothing more than a silent, unseen observer.

Lianhua, feeling safe and relaxed in her discipleʼs private dwelling, untied the sash of her white robes. Wang Jian watched, hidden just feet away, his breath catching in his throat, his heart pounding against his ribs.

She let the outer robe fall, revealing the simple, form-fitting white undergarment beneath. Then, with a graceful, unhurried movement, she slipped that off as well.

Wang Jianʼs eyes widened, his lust surging with the force of a tidal wave. Ruyanʼs descriptions hadnʼt done her justice. Lianhuaʼs naked body was… perfection. Mature, womanly perfection.

Her breasts were even larger, fuller, more magnificent than he had imagined, impossibly round and heavy, crowned by large, dark, alluring nipples that tightened slightly in the cool air.

Her waist was surprisingly narrow, flaring out dramatically into wide, curvaceous, utterly perfect buttocks that looked incredibly soft and heavy.

Her legs were long, elegant, impossibly smooth. He was practically vibrating with suppressed lust, his cock aching with the need to touch, to taste, to conquer this magnificent creature. ʼPerfection,ʼ his mind screamed. ʼAbsolute, divine, mature perfection. Worth risking everything for…ʼ

Lianhua stepped gracefully into the large, sunken pool, the warm, herb-infused water swirling around her incredible body. She let out a soft, contented sigh, leaning back against the smooth jade edge, completely unaware of the hidden, burning eyes devouring her every inch. ”Ah, Ruyan, this is lovely. Thank you.”

Liu Ruyan knelt beside the pool, her expression a perfect mask of dutiful respect. ”Allow me, Teacher,” she said softly. She picked up a soft, natural sea sponge and began to gently wash Lianhuaʼs elegant back.

Then, with a calculated, almost imperceptible boldness, masked as thorough, dutiful service, her hands moved around to Lianhuaʼs front.

Liu Ruyan began to ”wash” Lianhuaʼs enormous breasts. Her hands lingered, gently soaping the massive globes, lifting their heavy weight as if to clean underneath, her fingers subtly squeezing the soft, yielding flesh. She even deliberately brushed her thumbs across Lianhuaʼs sensitive nipples, making the older woman let out a soft, surprised gasp.

”Ruyan, child, that tickles!” Lianhua murmured, a faint blush rising on her cheeks, but she suspected nothing more than slightly clumsy, overly enthusiastic care from her devoted disciple. ”Be gentle now.”

”Forgive me, Teacher,” Liu Ruyan murmured, though she continued her ministrations with only slightly less pressure.

Wang Jian watched this entire performance, hidden behind the screen, a surge of fierce, possessive approval flooding him. ʼMy clever little Ruyan… so bold! Giving her Teacher a little taste of whatʼs to come, letting her feel another womanʼs touch… and giving me a magnificent, unforgettable show in the process! Oh, the rewards she has earned tonight… the exquisite rewards…ʼ He couldnʼt risk using his spiritual sense, not with a Core Formation expert so close, but his eyes… his eyes missed absolutely nothing.

After a suitable time, Lianhua decided she had soaked long enough. ”Alright, Ruyan, thatʼs enough. Thank you, child. I feel much refreshed.”

Liu Ruyan immediately moved to help her from the pool, demurely averting her eyes (mostly) as her Master dried her magnificent body with a thick, soft towel and dressed again in her pristine white robes, still completely oblivious to her audience of one.

Lianhua thanked her disciple again for her unusual, but appreciated, thoughtfulness. ”Remember what I told you about your flame control, Ruyan. Practice diligently.” With a final, warm smile, she finally departed from the manor.

The moment, the instant, Lianhuaʼs powerful presence vanished entirely from the valley, Wang Jian dropped his concealment. He materialized directly behind Liu Ruyan, grabbing her from behind, his arms wrapping around her waist like steel bands, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

”You clever… wicked… magnificent girl,” he growled, his voice thick with a mixture of lust, approval, and sheer, possessive hunger. ”That… that was inspired. Truly, utterly inspired.”

Liu Ruyan let out a shaky giggle, turning in his arms, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of pride and nervous excitement. ”Did… did Jian enjoy the view?”

Wang Jian let out a bark of raw laughter, lifting her effortlessly into his arms as she squealed in surprise. ”Enjoy it?” he echoed, his eyes blazing down at her. ”Tonight, Ruyan, I will show you exactly how much I enjoyed it. Every single detail.”

He carried her swiftly towards her bedchamber, kicking the heavy stone door shut behind them with a resounding boom. The promised reward began immediately, a night of intense, focused, almost worshipful passion dedicated solely to his clever, loyal, and utterly complicit accomplice. He would imprint the memory of his pleasure, his approval, deep into her very soul.