Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 1002: Shattering the Ice Fairy’s Pride

The warm, tropical breeze filtering through the bamboo pavilion was entirely at odds with the freezing, deeply ingrained arrogance that defined the very soul of the woman lying naked upon the woven mats. Su Binglan, the peerless Palace Mistress of the Ice Heart Palace, a cultivator who had once stood proudly at the Early-Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, was currently reduced to a vulnerable, shivering patient. She lay flat on her stomach, her face turned to the side, her eyes squeezed tightly shut in a desperate, futile attempt to preserve whatever fragile remnants of her dignity still existed.

Wang Jian knelt beside her, his large, calloused hands heavily coated in the warm, aromatic, amber-colored medicinal oil. He was executing the fabricated ‘Physical Meridian Stimulation’ with the slow, meticulous, and agonizingly deliberate pace of a master predator playing with his trapped prey.

His strong fingers dug into the soft, flawless skin of her sides, pushing firmly before sliding around to cup the incredibly heavy, abundant undersides of her massive, soft breasts. The sheer volume of her chest was staggering; even lying on her stomach, the soft flesh spilled outward, filling his large hands completely. He lifted the heavy globes slightly, squeezing the abundant flesh under the entirely false guise of stimulating the heart meridians, his thumbs intentionally, repeatedly brushing roughly against her tight, highly sensitive pink nipples trapped beneath her body.

Su Binglan gasped, a soft, breathy sound that she immediately tried to swallow. Her beautifully sculpted hands clenched into tight fists against the bamboo mat. Her entire, incredibly sexy, voluptuous body trembled as a violent, involuntary shiver of deep, intensely confusing pleasure shot straight through her frozen, damaged core.

‘This is an absolute outrage,’ Su Binglan thought, her mind a chaotic whirlwind of supreme indignation and forced pragmatism. ‘I am the Palace Mistress. I am a Nascent Soul expert. He is merely a mid-level Core Formation junior! A wandering scholar! If my meridians were not entirely shattered, if my spiritual sea were not a barren wasteland, I would freeze his blood into solid ice for daring to lay his hands upon my bare flesh. I am enduring this extreme indignity only for the sake of my sect. He is a healer. He is merely applying medicine. I must tolerate this junior’s clumsy, overly familiar touch until my strength returns.’

Despite her internal, haughty contempt for the man she believed to be far beneath her station, her body was completely betraying her freezing discipline. The warm medicinal oil, combined with the incredibly potent, hidden traces of his Stellar Demonic Yang Qi seeping through his pores, was creating a localized inferno within her flesh.

Wang Jian’s dark, starlit eyes gleamed with profound, wicked amusement as he read the rigid tension in her spine and the subtle, telltale flush of vibrant crimson spreading across the back of her pale neck. He knew exactly what she was thinking. He could smell her arrogant contempt mixing with the rising, undeniable scent of her slick, involuntary arousal.

‘Look at this haughty, freezing bitch,’ Wang Jian thought, a dark, villainous smirk spreading across his handsome face as he squeezed her massive breasts a fraction harder, enjoying her stifled whimper. ‘She actually believes she is merely tolerating a lesser physician out of necessity. She still thinks she is the untouchable Ice Fairy. She has absolutely no idea that she is already lying completely naked on my butcher’s block, marinating in her own lustful juices, completely at my mercy.’

It was time to push the boundaries past the point of return. The slow, creeping infiltration of her defenses was over; the brutal psychological dismantling was about to begin.

Wang Jian slid his hands slowly away from her massive, heavy breasts. He trailed his oiled palms down the long, elegant curve of her spine, tracing the delicate indentation of her lower back. Su Binglan let out a small, quiet sigh of relief, believing the humiliating ‘heart meridian’ stimulation was finally over.

Her relief lasted for exactly half a second.

Wang Jian did not stop at her lower back. He deliberately, firmly slid his large hands downward, fully grasping the incredibly wide, curvy flare of her hips. With a smooth, aggressive motion, his hands moved to completely cover her exceptionally curvy, plump, bare buttocks.

Su Binglan’s sapphire blue eyes snapped open in sheer, unadulterated shock.

Before she could even register the violation, Wang Jian’s fingers aggressively dug into the soft, voluminous flesh of her ass cheeks. He began to roughly, possessively knead her plump buttocks, squeezing the abundant flesh with bruising, deliberate strength. He spread the soft cheeks apart slightly, his thumbs sliding inward to brush perilously, intentionally close to the slick, dripping wet lips of her virgin pink pussy.

“Daoist Wang!” Su Binglan shrieked, her freezing arrogance instantly overriding her physical weakness. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, her long snow-white hair thrashing wildly. She turned her head, glaring at him with absolute, murderous fury, her beautiful face a mask of supreme indignation. “Have you lost your mind?! Remove your hands from me this instant! That is entirely inappropriate! There are no primary meridians located there!”

Wang Jian did not remove his hands. Instead, he gripped her incredibly sexy, plump buttocks even harder, squeezing the flesh until his knuckles turned white, anchoring her firmly to the bamboo mat.

The noble, caring, respectful facade he had maintained for weeks vanished entirely, evaporating like mist under a blazing sun. The warm, comforting scholar was gone. In his place sat the demonic, tyrannical overlord, his dark aura flaring outward, filling the airy pavilion with an oppressive, terrifying density.

“Inappropriate?” Wang Jian repeated, his voice dropping into a dark, freezing rumble that sent a spike of genuine, primal terror straight through her chest. “You seem to be operating under a very profound, incredibly foolish delusion, Su Binglan.”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond. With a sudden, overwhelming display of sheer physical strength, Wang Jian grabbed her by the hips and violently, forcefully flipped her incredibly voluptuous body completely over.

“Ah!” Su Binglan cried out, her back hitting the bamboo mat hard.

She was now entirely exposed, lying completely naked on her back, her massive, heavy breasts heaving violently with panic and outrage, her pink nipples standing at attention in the cool air. Her long, flawless legs were splayed slightly, and the sheer, breathtaking beauty of her flawless, hourglass figure was completely laid bare before his dark, devouring gaze.

She instinctively tried to summon her Grand Yin Ice Flame, attempting to condense a blade of frost to sever his hands, but her shattered core returned nothing but agonizing, empty pain.

“How dare you!” Su Binglan spat, her sapphire eyes blazing with furious contempt. She tried to scramble backward, attempting to cover her massive, bouncy breasts with her arms. “I am the Palace Mistress of the Ice Heart Palace! You are a mere Core Formation junior! I will have Elder Bing Yun execute you for this insolence! I will have you frozen and shattered into a thousand pieces!”

Wang Jian threw his head back and laughed. It was a dark, booming, incredibly villainous sound that echoed off the bamboo walls, completely devoid of any fear or concern for her empty threats.

“Execute me?” Wang Jian mocked, a cruel, predatory smile curving his handsome lips. “Oh, my beautiful, arrogant Ice Fairy. You truly understand absolutely nothing about your current situation.”

He reached out, his hand wrapping with lightning speed around her delicate, slender throat. He didn’t choke her, but his grip was unyielding, pinning her head to the mat.

“Bing Yun!” Wang Jian called out, his voice ringing with absolute, tyrannical command.

The bamboo doors of the pavilion slid open immediately. Elder Bing Yun stepped into the room. She was dressed in her pristine white robes, looking exactly like the devoted, righteous elder Su Binglan had trusted for centuries.

“Elder Bing Yun!” Su Binglan cried out, relief flashing in her eyes. “Thank the heavens! This man has lost his mind! He is attempting to defile me! Strike him down immediately! Protect your Palace Mistress!”

Elder Bing Yun did not draw a sword. She did not summon her Ice Qi. She did not even look at Su Binglan with concern.

Instead, the elder walked calmly toward the bamboo mat. When she reached Wang Jian’s side, Elder Bing Yun dropped gracefully to her knees. She bowed her head deeply, pressing her forehead directly against the wooden floorboards in a posture of total, absolute, and fanatical submission.

“You summoned me, Master?” Elder Bing Yun spoke, her voice completely hollow, entirely devoid of her former righteous pride, echoing only with profound, soul-bound devotion to the man pinning her leader down.

Su Binglan’s entire world stopped. The breath vanished from her lungs. Her piercing sapphire blue eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated, mind-shattering horror. She stared at her most trusted elder, a woman who had fought beside her for decades, kneeling like a broken, obedient dog before the Core Formation junior.

“M-Master?” Su Binglan stammered, the freezing arrogance draining completely from her beautiful face, replaced entirely by a creeping, suffocating dread. “Bing Yun… what… what are you doing? Why are you calling him Master? Get up! Kill him!”

Elder Bing Yun remained kneeling, completely ignoring the desperate pleas of the Palace Mistress. She kept her eyes fixed subserviently on Wang Jian’s boots.

Wang Jian released Su Binglan’s throat. He reached down, trailing his hand possessively over Bing Yun’s white hair.

“You see, Binglan,” Wang Jian explained smoothly, his dark eyes gleaming with absolute, victorious malice as he watched the realization slowly crush her spirit. “I did not arrive at your burning citadel to save your righteous legacy. I arrived to steal it. Elder Bing Yun has belonged to me, body and soul, for many, many months. She was the shadow that opened the door for my arrival.”

“No… no, that is impossible,” Su Binglan whispered, violently shaking her head, denying the catastrophic reality. Her massive breasts shuddered with every ragged breath. “You… you evacuated the disciples. You used the spatial artifacts to save them from the Bloodfiend! They are safe on a sanctuary island!”

“They are on an island, yes,” Wang Jian smirked, leaning forward, his face hovering mere inches above hers. He enjoyed the scent of her fear mixing with the aromatic oils. “But it is not a sanctuary. It is a highly warded, spiritually suppressed prison. Your thousands of beautiful, talented disciples are currently locked in cages, entirely stripped of their cultivation. They are being systematically broken, conditioned, and turned into completely obedient, devoted servants for my sect.”

He let the horrific truth sink into her brilliant mind, watching the profound, devastating despair wash over her flawless features.

“I am not a wandering scholar, Su Binglan,” Wang Jian declared, his aura flaring with demonic, terrifying pressure. “I am the overlord who orchestrated the absolute, total ruin of your entire faction. I possess your wealth, I possess your ancient legacies, and I possess the very lives of every single woman who calls you Palace Mistress.”

Su Binglan squeezed her eyes shut, a single, solitary tear of pure, profound agony slipping down her pale cheek. The crushing weight of the betrayal, the loss of her home, and the terrifying reality of her captive disciples entirely shattered the foundational pillars of her pride. The Ice Fairy, a woman who had stood defiantly against a Late-Stage Nascent Soul overlord, was completely, hopelessly broken by the psychological warfare of the man sitting beside her.

“What… what do you want from me?” Su Binglan whispered, her voice a fragile, broken reed. She opened her eyes, looking up at him with a mixture of burning hatred and paralyzing fear.

Wang Jian’s eyes darkened with raw, unbridled, perverted lust. He looked down at her completely exposed, incredibly sexy, voluptuous body. He stared at her massive, heavy breasts, the pale pink nipples tight and shivering in the air, and traced the line of her flat stomach down to her virgin pink pussy.

“I want everything,” Wang Jian stated coldly. “But mostly, I want to teach a haughty, arrogant, contemptuous bitch her true place in the universe.”

He abruptly grabbed her by her slender arms, violently hauling her up into a sitting position on the bamboo mat. He didn’t give her a moment to adjust. He grabbed her by the back of her snow-white hair and forcefully dragged her forward, bending her incredibly sexy, curvaceous body over his lap.

He positioned her so her face was pressed into the mats, her massive, soft breasts squished against his thighs, and her exceptionally curvy, plump, bare buttocks were elevated high into the air, completely exposed to his punishing hand.

“You dared to look at me with contempt. You dared to raise your voice to the man who holds the very lives of your sisters in his palm,” Wang Jian growled, his voice a dark, menacing rumble.

He raised his large, calloused hand high into the air.

He brought it down with devastating, incredibly sharp, and utterly merciless force directly onto her right buttock.

SLAP!

“AGHHHH!” Su Binglan shrieked, a sound of sheer, unadulterated shock and agonizing pain. Her back arched violently, her body bucking against his lap as the sharp, stinging impact sent a jolt of fire through her nerve endings. A bright, vivid red handprint instantly bloomed across her pristine, very fair skin.

“Daoist Wang! Stop!” she screamed, her ingrained pride still fighting a losing battle against the humiliation. “You cannot do this! I am a Palace Mistress!”

“You are nothing!” Wang Jian roared, raising his hand again.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

He spanked her incredibly curvy, plump buttocks ruthlessly, his hand falling in a rapid, relentless, and entirely unforgiving rhythm. He alternated cheeks, striking her with brutal, deliberate force, turning her pristine, soft flesh an inflamed, painful shade of bright, burning red. The incredibly loud, sharp cracking sounds echoed through the bamboo pavilion, completely shattering the tranquil silence.

“Ah! Stop! Please! Ahhhh!” Su Binglan sobbed loudly, her tears soaking into the bamboo mats.

The physical pain was excruciating, but the psychological degradation was infinitely worse. She, a Nascent Soul expert, was being bent over a Core Formation junior’s knee and spanked like a disobedient, common child. And she was being brutally punished right in front of Elder Bing Yun, who remained kneeling silently, observing the total humiliation of her former leader with blank, devoted eyes.

“Drop the title,” Wang Jian demanded, his hand striking her ass again with a sickening crack. “You are no longer a Palace Mistress. You are my property. Acknowledge your owner.”

“No… I won’t… Ah! You demonic beast!” Su Binglan wept, her stubbornness refusing to die entirely.

Wang Jian didn’t argue. He simply increased the force of his strikes.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

“Acknowledge me, or I will send a communication talisman right now and order my guards to slaughter one hundred of your core disciples,” Wang Jian threatened, his voice dripping with pure, villainous malice. “I will have their heads delivered to this island in a box.”

The threat paralyzed her. The image of her beautiful, innocent disciples being butchered because of her stubborn pride completely shattered her remaining resolve. The pain burning across her buttocks was suddenly eclipsed by a suffocating, absolute terror.

Furthermore, a terrifying, entirely forbidden sensation was beginning to bloom deep within her frozen core. The sharp, continuous stinging pain, combined with the extreme humiliation, was aggressively mutating within her system, fueled by the residual traces of his Stellar Demonic Yang Qi from the massage oil. The pain was flooding her brain with dark endorphins, sending a jarring, electrical thrill of profound, dark pleasure shooting straight down her spine and pooling heavily in her groin.

Her breath hitched. A sudden, terrifying wave of wet, euphoric heat flooded her lower abdomen. Her inner vaginal walls instinctively, greedily clamped down, weeping a steady stream of slick moisture that dripped down her inner thighs.

‘Why… why does it feel like this?’ Su Binglan thought in absolute, paralyzing panic, realizing her body was responding to the degradation with intense, undeniable arousal. ‘I am being broken… and my body is enjoying it.’

“Say it,” Wang Jian ordered, delivering another stinging slap.

“Ah! Master!” Su Binglan finally broke. The word tore from her throat, a breathless, sobbing, entirely defeated surrender. Her shoulders slumped, her entire voluptuous body going limp across his lap, utterly conquered by his psychological villainy and physical dominance. “Please, Master… don’t hurt them… I am yours… I submit.”

Wang Jian smiled, a dark, incredibly satisfied smirk curving his lips. The Ice Fairy was broken. The freezing, arrogant statue had melted into a weeping, pliant puddle of flesh.

He stopped the spanking. He roughly grabbed her by her narrow waist and hauled her up, flipping her entirely onto her back on the bamboo mats.

Su Binglan lay before him, a sobbing, completely broken mess. Her beautiful face was streaked with tears, her massive, heavy breasts heaving rapidly with her ragged breaths, her pink nipples standing at tight, agonizing attention. Her incredibly curvy, plump buttocks burned with a vivid, red heat, and her virgin pink pussy was completely, visibly dripping with her own neglected, shameful arousal.

Wang Jian did not hesitate. He unfastened his white robes entirely, revealing his massive, rock-hard dick, thick with veins and twitching with terrifying, unbridled lust.

He knelt between her splayed, trembling thighs. He grabbed her thick, incredibly soft thighs and pushed them forcefully back toward her chest, completely exposing her dripping, tight core to his devouring gaze.

“You submitted to me to save your sect, Su Binglan,” Wang Jian stated coldly, positioning the thick, dark head of his member directly against her entrance. “Now, it is time to seal the contract with your body.”

He didn’t offer an ounce of mercy. He didn’t bother with gentle foreplay to ease the way. He gripped her wide hips with bruising, possessive strength.

With one smooth, incredibly aggressive, and utterly brutal forward motion, Wang Jian thrust his hips, driving his massive, fully rigid dick completely into her tight, entirely unbreached passage, burying himself to the absolute hilt in a single, devastating strike.

“AGHHHHHHH!”

Su Binglan let out a loud, piercing, blood-curdling scream of pure, absolute agony and unadulterated shock. Her back arched violently off the bamboo mats, her spine bowing as the sheer, terrifying size of his weapon violently tore through her delicate inner tissues, entirely obliterating her maidenhead.

The physical tearing was immense, but it was the catastrophic, violent clash of their energies that truly shattered her mind. The freezing, pristine Yin Qi that defined her very existence was violently, forcefully invaded by the scorching, volatile, heavily dominant heat of his Stellar Demonic Yang Qi. It felt like a river of boiling magma crashing directly into a serene, glacial lake.

Tears of pure agony streamed from her beautiful sapphire eyes, pooling on the mats as her entire, voluptuous body convulsed around his thick shaft. Her fingers curled into tight claws, scraping uselessly against the bamboo.

Wang Jian did not pause to let her adjust to the immense stretching. He pulled his hips back, the wet, tight friction pulling a whimper from her lips, before slamming back into her deeply.

SLAP! SQUELCH! SLAP!

He set a savage, unforgiving, and absolutely relentless rhythm. His hips snapped forward with devastating kinetic force, slamming his pelvic bone against her very fair skin, the incredibly loud, wet slapping sounds echoing throughout the isolated pavilion.

He pounded the fallen Palace Mistress without a single shred of mercy. He used her body as a vessel for his aggression, punishing her former arrogance with every deep, bruising thrust.

“Ah! Master! It hurts! It’s too big! Ahhh!” Su Binglan sobbed loudly, tossing her head from side to side, her snow-white hair tangling wildly.

But as the brutal, relentless pounding continued, the agonizing pain began to shift. The sheer, overwhelming friction of his massive dick aggressively stretching her inner walls, combined with the intoxicating, highly addictive properties of his demonic Yang Qi flooding her empty meridians, began to completely override her shattered, rational mind.

The pain melted entirely into a brain-scrambling, mind-melting, absolute physical ecstasy.

Her sobs of pain morphed seamlessly into breathless, high-pitched, desperate moans of pure, unadulterated lust. Her inner vaginal muscles, which had initially tensed in agony, began to involuntarily, greedily clamp down on his thick shaft, rhythmically milking him with every deep thrust.

Wang Jian reached his large hands up, brutally, violently grabbing her massive, heavy breasts as they bounced and jiggled wildly with every impact of his hips. He squeezed the abundant, soft globes with bruising force, his thumbs aggressively pinching and twisting her tight pink nipples.

“Ahhn! Yes! My breasts! Squeeze them, Master! Ahhh!” Su Binglan shrieked, her haughty, freezing demeanor entirely erased, replaced by the desperate, pleading cries of a woman utterly addicted to his dominating abuse. She actively pushed her chest upward, offering her massive flesh to his rough hands, her hips undulating backward to meet his brutal thrusts halfway.

“You are nothing but my filthy, beautiful sex slave, Binglan,” Wang Jian growled, leaning forward to capture one of her hardened nipples in his mouth, biting down sharply on the sensitive flesh.

“Mmmph! Yes! I am your slave! Your slut! Ruin me! Fill my womb!” Su Binglan screamed, completely losing her mind to the absolute, overwhelming pleasure.

The contrast between her freezing, pristine Yin aura and his scorching, demonic Yang aura created a localized storm of intense energy within the pavilion. Wang Jian fucked her relentlessly, his terrifying, boundless stamina allowing him to pound her tight, virgin pussy for hours on end without a single moment of rest.

He fucked her until she completely forgot the names of her ancestors. He pounded her until her vocal cords were entirely hoarse from screaming her devotion to him. She climaxed an astonishing, mind-boggling number of times. Her voluptuous body convulsed and twitched with rolling, continuous, shattering orgasms, her mind completely reduced to a puddle of primal, masochistic lust.

When Wang Jian finally reached his own peak, he roared deeply, driving himself in as deeply as physically possible. He released a massive, overwhelming, seemingly endless torrent of blazing, scorching stellar seed deep inside her quivering, thoroughly conquered womb.

The burning heat of his climax flooded her internal cavern, permanently sealing his absolute, undeniable ownership over her body and her soul.

He pulled out with a sickeningly wet schlick, leaving her a weeping, twitching, completely exhausted mess on the bamboo mats, her thighs covered in the thick, sticky white evidence of his insatiable lust.

Over the course of the next several weeks, the transformation of Su Binglan was absolute, terrifying, and completely irreversible.

Wang Jian utilized the classic, highly effective cycle of the ultimate abuser. He would subject her to brutal, humiliating physical punishments, spanking her curvaceous buttocks until she wept, entirely breaking down her sense of self-worth. He would follow this with intense, mind-melting, hours-long sessions of aggressive sexual pleasure that her body became hopelessly, biologically addicted to. And then, during her most vulnerable, exhausted moments, he would offer her brief, incredibly potent moments of comforting praise, stroking her hair and telling her that she was a ‘good girl’ who was keeping her disciples safe.

This meticulously calculated, profoundly villainous psychological conditioning completely destroyed the proud Palace Mistress. She internalized her trauma, entirely accepting that her only purpose, her only path to survival, was to obey his every command flawlessly. She was no longer the untouchable Ice Fairy; she was Wang Jian’s devoted, sexy maid.

Wang Jian, indulging his deeply perverted, decadent tastes, entirely discarded her elegant, flowing white cultivation robes.

He forced her to wear a highly specific, incredibly degrading, modern-styled outfit he had designed exclusively for her new role.

One sunlit afternoon, Wang Jian lounged comfortably on a plush chaise longue situated on the veranda of the bamboo pavilion, a cup of fine spirit wine resting on the table beside him.

The sliding doors opened, and Su Binglan emerged.

The former Nascent Soul expert was dressed as an incredibly slutty, highly subservient French maid. The outfit was crafted from sheer, translucent black silk and crisp white lace. She wore a tiny, completely useless white lace apron tied tightly around her narrow waist. The black silk bodice was intentionally tailored too small, violently pushing her massive, incredibly heavy breasts upward and outward, the sheer fabric completely failing to hide the dark, prominent circles of her hardened pink nipples.

The skirt of the maid outfit was obscenely, ridiculously short, flaring out slightly to barely, tragically cover the very upper curve of her extremely plump, curvy buttocks. She wore sheer white thigh-high stockings attached to black garters, leaving a wide expanse of her smooth, very fair upper thighs completely bare. She wore absolutely no undergarments beneath the tiny skirt, her shaved, dripping wet pussy completely exposed to the open air with every step she took.

She did not walk with the proud, arrogant stride of a sect leader. She moved with a hesitant, deeply submissive shuffle, her beautiful face flushed a deep, permanent crimson of inherent shame and intense, masochistic arousal.

She carried a silver tray bearing a fresh jug of spirit wine.

“Master,” Su Binglan murmured, her voice soft, respectful, and entirely subservient. She approached the chaise longue and, without any prompting, immediately dropped to her hands and knees.

She crawled across the wooden deck like a trained, obedient pet, her massive, soft breasts swaying heavily within the restrictive bodice, the tiny skirt riding up to fully expose her plump ass and her glistening pink slit.

She reached his side and carefully poured the wine, her hands trembling slightly under his dark, devouring gaze.

“You look absolutely breathtaking in your uniform, Binglan,” Wang Jian praised her, reaching out his large hand to casually, aggressively grab her massive left breast, squeezing the abundant flesh tightly, his thumb rubbing her nipple through the sheer silk.

“Thank you, Master,” Su Binglan whispered, a genuine, twisted smile of pure relief and happiness spreading across her beautiful face at his praise. She leaned her soft cheek affectionately against his thigh, her body entirely, hopelessly addicted to his dominating presence. “I live only to serve you, Master. Is there… is there anything else you require?”

She intentionally shifted her posture on the floor, spreading her thighs slightly wider, explicitly offering her wet, empty pussy to his gaze, her sapphire eyes looking up at him with begging, desperate lust.

Wang Jian smirked, his abyssal eyes flashing with absolute, terrifying victory. The arrogant Ice Fairy had been completely shattered, remolded, and perfected into the ultimate, incredibly sexy, highly obedient sex slave.

“Yes, my sweet, slutty maid,” Wang Jian commanded, unfastening his trousers. “Clean your master’s cock.”

Su Binglan did not hesitate for a fraction of a second. She eagerly crawled forward, parting her luscious lips, completely surrendering her entire existence to the endless, depraved lust of the demonic overlord who had conquered her world.