Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 1007: The Heavenly Yin Physique

The subterranean luxury suite beneath the Golden Tide Consortium’s estate in Abyssal Pearl City was a masterclass in opulent seclusion. Heavily warded by overlapping, absolute sound-dampening arrays and spiritual-isolation barriers, it was a localized dimension entirely disconnected from the bustling, chaotic metropolis above. The air within was incredibly warm, saturated with the rich, intoxicating scent of burning spiritual incense and the lingering, heavy musk of the profound sexual debauchery that Wang Jian and his retinue engaged in daily.

In the absolute center of the expansive room, seated upon a heavy, intricately carved spirit-wood chair, was Shen Mengqi, the legendary Fairy of the Silver Gale.

Her current state was a devastating, breathtaking contrast to her prestigious title. The pristine, elegant white silk nightgown that had once covered her mature, flawless body had been violently, ruthlessly torn away by Wang Jian, leaving her completely, unapologetically naked. Her wrists were securely bound behind her back with specialized Qi-restricting spirit-ropes, and her slender ankles were lashed tightly to the heavy legs of the chair.

A thick, specialized black cloth woven from Abyssal Silence Silk was tied tightly over her eyes, completely neutralizing her vision and ruthlessly suppressing any attempt to project her powerful Divine Sense outward. She was trapped in a suffocating, absolute void, entirely at the mercy of the unseen predators surrounding her.

Despite her terrifying, helpless situation, Shen Mengqi’s beauty was absolutely staggering. Her skin resembled the finest, polished white jade, glowing softly in the ambient light of the spirit lamps. Her long, midnight-black hair cascaded wildly over her bare shoulders. She possessed an incredibly voluptuous, hourglass figure that completely defied the ethereal, weightless wind-arts she practiced. Her delicate, narrow waist flared out into wide, exceptionally curvy hips, but the most arresting feature of her anatomy was her chest. She possessed incredibly massive, heavy, and beautifully shaped breasts that heaved violently with every ragged, terrified breath she took, the tight, prominent peaks of her virgin pink nipples shivering in the cool air of the room.

“You demonic beasts…” Shen Mengqi whispered, her melodious voice trembling slightly, though she fiercely attempted to maintain her haughty, untouchable demeanor. “If you intend to torture me for the Silver Gale Sect’s secrets, you are wasting your time. I will not utter a single word to the likes of you.”

A low, dark, deeply villainous chuckle echoed from the shadows in front of her.

Wang Jian stood a few paces away, completely naked, his dark, heavily muscled, perfectly tempered physique radiating an intense, scorching Yang heat. He casually swirled a cup of rich spirit wine in his hand, his abyssal eyes devouring every luscious curve of the bound Fairy.

Flanking Shen Mengqi were Wang Jian’s three incredibly beautiful, mature sluts. Hua Yimei, Mu Lianhua, and Shangguan Wan’er were entirely stripped of their elegant cultivation robes. They stood completely naked, their massive breasts swaying gently, their bodies glistening with a light sheen of sweat and slick arousal from their earlier activities.

Usually, Wang Jian’s method of breaking a proud, arrogant righteous woman involved immediate, brutal, and overwhelming physical domination. He would violently pound their tight bodies until their minds shattered under the sheer, absolute force of his animalistic lust. But looking at the Fairy of the Silver Gale, Wang Jian decided on a significantly different, far more insidious approach.

He stepped forward, the sound of his bare feet on the plush carpets making Shen Mengqi tense her entire voluptuous body.

“Torture you for sect secrets?” Wang Jian mused aloud, his smooth, commanding voice vibrating through the room. “Oh, my beautiful Fairy, you severely overestimate the value of your mediocre wind-arts. I could not care less about the trivial, pathetic defensive arrays of the Silver Gale Sect. We did not steal you from your gilded cage for your sect.”

He reached out, his large, calloused hand lightly brushing against her bare shoulder, sending a violent shiver down her spine.

“We took you,” Wang Jian whispered, leaning in so his warm breath tickled her ear, “because of a specific, incredibly lucky Foundation Establishment boy.”

Shen Mengqi’s breath hitched instantly. Her massive breasts froze mid-heave, her jaw clenching tightly. The sudden, absolute stillness of her body was more revealing than any scream could have been.

“Ye Fan,” Wang Jian pronounced the name slowly, tasting the syllables, his eyes fixed intensely on her beautiful, blindfolded face, analyzing her micro-expressions with predatory precision.

“I do not know what you are talking about,” Shen Mengqi replied quickly, her voice a fraction too sharp, her denial arriving slightly too fast. “Ye Fan was merely an outer disciple. A traitor who murdered an elder of a rival guild and brought disaster upon my sect. I merely protected him because it is the duty of an elder to ensure proper internal judgment, rather than allowing external factions to slaughter our juniors in the streets.”

“Oh, listen to her, Master,” Shangguan Wan’er giggled darkly. The former merchant queen stepped forward, her massive, soft breasts intentionally brushing against Shen Mengqi’s bound arm. She reached out with her manicured fingernails, lightly, teasingly tracing the deep canyon of the Fairy’s profound cleavage. “She sounds so incredibly noble. So righteous. Just a dutiful elder protecting the sect’s honor.”

“Do not touch me, you shameless harlot!” Shen Mengqi spat, wriggling uselessly in her chair, trying to pull her body away from Wan’er’s degrading touch.

“Shameless?” Hua Yimei laughed, stepping to Shen Mengqi’s other side. The mature former Sect Leader ran her hands down Shen Mengqi’s smooth, bare thighs, her fingers brushing dangerously close to the tightly clenched lips of her virgin pussy. “We are entirely shameless, Fairy Shen. We are proud, dripping whores for our Master. But you… you are a hypocrite hiding behind a veil of righteous purity.”

“You threw away your entire prestigious life,” Mu Lianhua chimed in, kneeling before the chair and resting her chin on Shen Mengqi’s bare knee. “A supreme elder at the Peak of the Late Stage Core Formation Realm, fighting your own Patriarch, trapping your own peers in agonizing illusions, completely ruining your future in this city… all for a mere Foundation Establishment junior?”

“It was a matter of principle!” Shen Mengqi insisted, her voice rising in pitch, a faint, highly telling blush of vibrant crimson creeping up her graceful neck.

Wang Jian set his wine cup down on a nearby jade table. He stepped directly in front of her, wedging his muscular thigh between her knees, forcefully spreading her thick, curvaceous legs apart despite her desperate struggles.

“Principle does not make a woman fight the entire world,” Wang Jian stated coldly, reaching down to firmly, possessively cup her left breast. He squeezed the massive globe of flesh, his thumb roughly pinching her tight pink nipple, drawing a sharp, indignant gasp from her lips. “Love does. Or, at the very least, a deeply profound, forbidden romantic entanglement.”

“No!” Shen Mengqi shouted, thrashing her head from side to side. “You are lying! You are trying to taint my Dao Heart with your vile accusations! He was my disciple! Nothing more!”

Wang Jian smirked, his brilliant mind perfectly validating his hypothesis. Just as he had anticipated, this seemingly untouchable, icy master did indeed harbor a deeply romantic, profoundly forbidden impression of Ye Fan in her heart. The fact that a mere, insignificant Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator like Ye Fan was capable of inspiring such catastrophic loyalty in a Late Stage Core Formation expert spoke volumes about the absolute, heaven-defying karmic luck the protagonist possessed.

‘Ye Fan is a protagonist, undoubtedly in possession of some great, destiny-altering cheat,’ Wang Jian thought, releasing her breast and trailing his fingers down her flat stomach. ‘And like all protagonists, his aura naturally attracts the most beautiful, powerful, and utterly untouched women in the realm to serve as his devoted mentors, protectors, and eventual lovers.’

“You lie incredibly poorly for a master of illusions, Mengqi,” Wang Jian murmured, his hand settling flat against her lower abdomen, right over her Dantian. “Your voice denies it, but your spiritual fluctuations are chaotic. You love that boy. You watched him train in the courtyards. You admired his stubborn determination. You felt a flutter in your ancient, frozen heart when he looked at you with that naive, worshipful gaze. You fantasized about what it would be like to cross the master-disciple boundary.”

“Stop it! Shut up!” Shen Mengqi sobbed, her freezing arrogance entirely shattering under the weight of his precise, psychological dismantling. Tears leaked from beneath the black blindfold, tracking down her pale cheeks.

She felt a profound, agonizing shame. As a righteous elder, harboring romantic feelings for her own junior disciple was a massive, scandalous taboo. To have her deepest, most heavily guarded secret violently ripped out and mocked by these demonic captors was infinitely more painful than any physical strike.

“He is a fool,” Wang Jian whispered, his tone shifting from mocking to analytical. “He ran with his lucky treasures and left you behind to face the wrath of the Island Lord. But do not worry, my beautiful Fairy. I am here to replace him.”

“I would rather die than let a demonic beast like you touch me,” Shen Mengqi hissed, her massive breasts heaving rapidly, her virgin core clenching tightly in defensive terror.

“We shall see,” Wang Jian replied softly.

He did not immediately strip away her bindings and violently take her virginity. He needed to understand the exact nature of the prize he had stolen from the protagonist’s predetermined path.

Wang Jian closed his eyes. He activated his terrifying, immensely dense Divine Sense, condensing it into a microscopic, highly invasive thread. He injected this thread directly from his palm into Shen Mengqi’s lower abdomen, violently pushing past her locked meridians and entering her internal spiritual landscape.

Shen Mengqi gasped, her body arching backward in the chair as she felt the completely foreign, incredibly hot, and invasive Demonic Yang Qi sweeping through her pathways. It felt as though a fiery serpent was slithering through her veins, explicitly examining every single secret of her existence.

Wang Jian’s Divine Sense scanned her soul, traced the ancient, lingering lineage of her bloodline, and deeply analyzed the fundamental, primal constitution of her physical vessel.

As his consciousness delved deeper, bypassing the superficial layers of her wind-attribute Qi, Wang Jian stumbled upon a staggering, breathtaking discovery.

Deep within the very core of her being, completely masked by a congenital, naturally forming spiritual lock, lay a massive, dormant ocean of the purest, most profound Yin essence Wang Jian had ever encountered. It was infinitely denser and higher in quality than even the legendary Yin Qi possessed by Su Binglan, the Ice Fairy. This was not merely a high-tier elemental affinity.

This was a divine constitution.

Wang Jian’s eyes snapped open, blazing with an absolute, predatory light.

‘The Heavenly Yin Divine Physique,’ Wang Jian realized, his mind racing as he accessed the vast, ancient archives of knowledge he had assimilated over the years.

It was a legendary, mythical constitution that appeared perhaps once every ten thousand years. Even in this completely sealed, dormant state, the advantages it provided to Shen Mengqi were astronomical.

‘This explains everything,’ Wang Jian thought, his hand remaining firmly pressed against her stomach as she whimpered beneath his touch. ‘Even sealed, the Heavenly Yin Divine Physique ensures that its host possesses absolutely zero bottlenecks in their cultivation… provided they cultivate a supreme, high-tier Demonic Yin technique.’

Wang Jian looked down at the weeping, blindfolded woman, a mixture of profound awe and deep, mocking pity in his gaze.

‘She has been entirely wasting her heaven-defying potential,’ he realized. ‘She has spent decades, perhaps a century, diligently cultivating the righteous, ethereal wind and illusion arts of the Silver Gale Sect. It is like using a divine, world-slaying sword to cut firewood. Her righteous techniques actively conflict with the primal, demonic nature of her physique. That is the only reason a genius of her caliber is currently stalled at the Late Stage of the Core Formation Realm. If she had been given a demonic scripture, she would be a Nascent Soul overlord by now.’

But the benefits to the host were entirely secondary to the true, horrifying, and incredibly valuable nature of the Heavenly Yin Divine Physique.

The physique was fundamentally, biologically designed to serve as the ultimate, heaven-sent cauldron.

Wang Jian’s mind processed the ancient lore. ‘There are unimaginable, world-shaking advantages to the man who takes the primal virginity of a woman possessing the Heavenly Yin Divine Physique. The moment her primal Yin is breached and harvested, the man will undergo a radical, permanent physical and spiritual mutation.’

‘He will acquire the Heavenly Yang Divine Physique.’

It was the absolute, perfect counterpart to her constitution. However, unlike the Heavenly Yin version, the Heavenly Yang Divine Physique did not place any elemental restrictions or cultivation bottlenecks upon its host. Instead, it was the ultimate, supreme tool for conquest.

‘If a man acquires the Heavenly Yang Divine Physique,’ Wang Jian recalled, ‘his Yang essence becomes intoxicating, overwhelmingly potent, and practically irresistible to female cultivators. It passively alters his aura, ensuring that women instantly develop a highly favorable, deeply romantic impression of the host. He can conquer women infinitely more quickly, completely bypassing their logical defenses with his sheer, radiant energy.’

But the most terrifying aspect of the Heavenly Yang Divine Physique was its absolute, inescapable possessiveness.

‘Once a woman is physically imbued with the Yang essence of a man possessing the Heavenly Yang Divine Physique, it leaves an indelible, permanent mark upon her very soul,’ Wang Jian analyzed. ‘She would never, ever be able to remove that mark. It binds her spiritual constitution to him. Even if she hates him, even if they are separated by oceans, her primal essence would biologically and spiritually ache for his touch. She would be completely unable to resist seeking him out, becoming addicted to his energy like a starving addict.’

Wang Jian slowly pulled his hand away from Shen Mengqi’s stomach, staring at her massive, shivering breasts as the pieces of the grand, predestined cosmic puzzle perfectly aligned in his mind.

‘The heavens are truly, disgustingly biased toward their chosen sons,’ Wang Jian sneered internally, a profound, villainous disgust rising in his chest.

He finally understood exactly why this woman was so incredibly important to the grand narrative of this world, and why fate had ensured she possessed a deep, romantic entanglement with the protagonist, Ye Fan.

He could see the predetermined storyline unfolding with absolute clarity.

‘If I had not intervened, if I had not stolen her tonight,’ Wang Jian deduced, pacing slowly around her bound chair. ‘Shen Mengqi would have remained in the Silver Gale Sect. Eventually, due to sect politics or the Island Lord’s greed, she would be severely injured, poisoned, or pushed to the absolute brink of death in this city. Then, precisely at her most vulnerable moment, Ye Fan would return from his oceanic exile, armed with his newly acquired Nascent Soul treasures.’

‘He would save his beautiful, tragic master. They would flee together. And then, as fate inevitably dictates for protagonists, they would stumble into an ancient trap, or she would be afflicted by a legendary, incurable aphrodisiac during her recovery.’

‘Ye Fan would be “forced,” utterly against his noble, righteous intentions, to fuck his master to save her life,’ Wang Jian scoffed mentally. ‘By taking her virginity, he would accidentally awaken her Heavenly Yin Divine Physique, immediately acquiring the Heavenly Yang Divine Physique for himself. He would gain a terrifyingly powerful, absolutely devoted Nascent Soul-level wife, and he would acquire a physical constitution that would guarantee him an ever-expanding, effortlessly conquered harem for the rest of his ascension.’

Wang Jian stopped pacing. He stood before the blindfolded, weeping Fairy, his abyssal eyes burning with a dark, triumphant fire.

He was the villain. His sole purpose, his absolute greatest joy in this world, was to brutally, mercilessly sever the threads of fate, to steal the protagonist’s destined opportunities, and to claim their fated women for his own depraved harem.

‘I am already possessing the Stellar Demonic Core and a physique forged from ancient bloodlines,’ Wang Jian thought, completely confident in his own terrifying power. ‘I honestly do not strictly need this Heavenly Yang Divine Physique to conquer women. My methods are already absolute.’

He looked down at Shen Mengqi’s incredibly sexy, voluptuous body. Her massive breasts heaved, her tight pink nipples begging for attention, her wide, curvy hips struggling against the ropes.

‘But I absolutely cannot, under any circumstances, leave such a heaven-defying cheat for Ye Fan to acquire,’ Wang Jian concluded firmly. ‘Besides, this Shen Mengqi is quite sexy. Her mature charm is intoxicating. Enjoying her body, shattering her righteous pride, and making her my devoted slut wouldn’t be bad at all. It will be a highly entertaining addition to my collection.’

Moreover, Wang Jian understood the hidden trap embedded within the Heavenly Yin Divine Physique itself.

‘The physique guarantees that the woman becomes an absolute, willing slave to the man who takes her first time,’ Wang Jian remembered. ‘The primal exchange physically and spiritually rewrites her loyalties, binding her completely to his Yang energy.’

Wang Jian raised his hand, gesturing to Hua Yimei and Shangguan Wan’er, who were currently preparing to retrieve specialized, humiliating sex toys from their spatial rings to begin the physical torture of the proud master.

“Stop, Yimei. Wan’er,” Wang Jian commanded, his voice echoing with absolute authority.

The two mature sluts froze, looking at him in confusion. “Master? Do you not wish for us to break her arrogant mind? She still dares to insult you.”

“There is absolutely no need to spare the effort,” Wang Jian smiled darkly, reaching down to gently stroke Shen Mengqi’s flawless cheek. “We do not need to utilize psychological torture or physical degradation to make her submit to my will. Her own primal essence, her very physical foundation, will betray her righteously. She will submit to me entirely on her own in a matter of hours.”

“What do you mean, Master?” Mu Lianhua asked, tilting her head.

“She possesses a hidden constitution,” Wang Jian explained vaguely, keeping the absolute specifics to himself. “Once I breach her core, the physiological alignment of her primal essence will ensure she becomes my completely devoted, desperate slave.”

Shen Mengqi, listening to his cryptic words through the darkness of her blindfold, felt a new, profound wave of absolute terror wash over her. “What are you talking about?! What constitution?! Do not touch me! I will bite my own tongue and bleed to death!”

“You will do no such thing, my beautiful, destined Fairy,” Wang Jian murmured, his hands moving with blinding speed.

He did not untie the Abyssal Silence Silk blindfold from her eyes. He wanted her completely deprived of sight, forcing her to focus entirely on the overwhelming physical sensations of her impending ruin.

Instead, he reached behind the chair and swiftly untied the thick spirit-ropes binding her wrists and ankles.

As soon as her limbs were free, Shen Mengqi reacted with the honed, desperate instinct of a cornered master. Even without her cultivation, her physical body was tempered by centuries of martial arts. She lashed out blindly, swinging her delicate fist toward where she heard his voice, attempting to strike his throat.

Wang Jian didn’t even flinch. He effortlessly, casually caught her small fist in his massive hand, his grip like a vice of solid iron, completely immobilizing her strike.

With his other hand, he grabbed her by her narrow waist and forcefully, violently hauled her up from the chair.

“Ah!” Shen Mengqi cried out, her bare feet stumbling on the plush carpet.

Wang Jian effortlessly lifted her incredibly voluptuous body into the air, carrying her toward the massive, fur-lined bed in the center of the suite. He threw her roughly onto the mattress.

Shen Mengqi bounced on the soft furs. She immediately tried to scramble backward, her hands blindly grasping for the edge of the bed, her massive breasts swinging wildly.

Wang Jian followed her down instantly. He grabbed her thick, curvy ankles and violently yanked her back toward the center of the bed, dragging her bare skin across the soft furs.

He climbed over her struggling body, his knees pinning her thighs to the mattress, his large hands grabbing both of her wrists and pinning them securely above her head.

Shen Mengqi was now completely trapped beneath his towering, heavily muscled, naked form. She could feel the intense, scorching heat radiating from his chest. She could feel the incredibly thick, hard, and massive length of his fully erect dick pressing threateningly against her bare stomach.

“Ye Fan will never touch you, Shen Mengqi,” Wang Jian whispered, his voice a dark, possessive growl directly into her ear. “You were destined to be his great prize. But I am the one who steals destiny. You belong entirely to me now.”

“No! Please! Let me go!” Shen Mengqi sobbed, completely abandoning her haughty arrogance as the terrifying reality of her impending defilement set in. “I beg of you!”

Wang Jian did not offer a single shred of mercy. He released her wrists, knowing she lacked the physical strength to push him off.

He reached down, his large, calloused hands aggressively, bruisingly grabbing her massive, heavy breasts. He squeezed the incredibly soft, abundant flesh with relentless force, molding her chest, his thumbs roughly, repeatedly flicking and twisting her tight, virgin pink nipples.

“Ahhh! Stop! It hurts!” Shen Mengqi shrieked, tossing her head from side to side, her blindfold slipping slightly but remaining securely over her eyes.

“It is supposed to hurt, Fairy,” Wang Jian trash-talked, lowering his head to capture her left nipple between his teeth. He bit down sharply, pulling the sensitive flesh before sucking it aggressively, treating her pristine body like a cheap piece of meat. “I am going to completely ruin this pure, untouched body. I am going to pump you so full of my demonic seed that your righteous Dao Heart shatters into a million pieces.”

He left her chest, his hands trailing down her smooth stomach. He reached her incredibly wide, curvy hips.

He forcefully, violently spread her thick, trembling thighs completely apart, entirely exposing her dripping, untouched virgin pussy to the cool air of the room.

Shen Mengqi whimpered, a pathetic, broken sound, her core clenching tightly in pure, unadulterated terror.

Wang Jian positioned the massive, broad, heavily veined head of his dick directly against her slick, tight entrance. He didn’t bother with any gentle preparation or foreplay to ease the immense stretching she was about to endure. He intended to conquer her violently, asserting his absolute dominance over her physical form.

He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

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.

“AGHHHHHHH!”

Shen Mengqi let out a loud, piercing, blood-curdling scream of pure, absolute agony and profound shock. Her spine arched violently off the furs, her entire voluptuous body bowing as the sheer, terrifying size of his weapon violently tore through her delicate inner tissues, entirely and ruthlessly obliterating her maidenhead.

The physical tearing was immense, agonizing pain shooting through her nervous system, but it was nothing compared to the catastrophic, explosive reaction occurring within her very soul.

The moment Wang Jian’s scorching, potent Stellar Demonic Yang Qi flooded into her breached core, it acted like a torrential spark thrown into a massive, dormant ocean of pure gasoline.

The congenital lock sealing her Heavenly Yin Divine Physique completely, violently shattered.

An astronomical, overwhelming surge of pure, primal Yin essence erupted from her Dantian, flooding her blocked meridians and washing away the restrictive wind-attributes she had cultivated for a century. The immense, ancient energy of her divine constitution awakened with a terrifying roar, instinctively, desperately latching onto the invasive, dominant Yang Qi that had breached her.

Tears of pure agony streamed from beneath her blindfold, pooling on the furs, but her body was no longer under her conscious control.

Wang Jian did not pause to let her adjust to the profound stretching or the explosive awakening of her physique. He pulled his hips back, the wet, tight friction pulling a ragged gasp from her lips, before slamming back into her deeply.

SLAP! SQUELCH! SLAP!

He initiated a savage, unforgiving, and absolutely relentless rhythm. His hips snapped forward with devastating kinetic force, slamming his pelvic bone violently against her very fair skin. The incredibly loud, wet slapping sounds of his body colliding with her curvy, plump buttocks echoed throughout the luxurious suite, accompanied by the wet, squelching sounds of his massive dick churning within her tight passage.

He pounded the pristine Fairy without a single shred of mercy.

“Ah! You monster! Get out! Ahhh!” Shen Mengqi sobbed loudly, her hands uselessly pushing against his solid, muscular chest.

But as the brutal, relentless pounding continued, the agonizing pain began to undergo a terrifying, impossible mutation. The sheer, overwhelming friction of his thick dick aggressively stretching her inner walls, combined with the explosive awakening of her Heavenly Yin Divine Physique, began to entirely override her shattered, rational mind.

Her primal essence recognized him. Her divine constitution, biologically programmed to submit to the man who claimed her virginity, began to actively, aggressively rewrite her neural pathways and spiritual alignments.

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. They convulsed rapidly, rhythmically, and desperately milking him with every deep, bruising thrust, her body actively begging for his Yang energy.

“What… what is happening to me?!” Shen Mengqi cried out in pure, paralyzing panic, realizing her body was entirely betraying her.

Her massive, heavy breasts bounced and jiggled wildly with every impact of his hips, the tight pink nipples peaking with intense, undeniable arousal. She felt a sudden, terrifying wave of wet, euphoric heat flooding her lower abdomen. Her inner walls wept a thick, steady stream of slick, hot moisture that ran down her inner thighs, acting as natural lubrication for his relentless assault.

“Your body knows its true master, Mengqi,” Wang Jian growled, leaning forward to aggressively bite her neck, leaving a dark, bruised hickey on her pristine skin. “You are a slave to my cock. You were born to be fucked by me.”

“No… I hate you… Ahhn! Yes! Deeper! Ahhh!” Shen Mengqi shrieked, a profoundly conflicting, utterly broken sound. Her mind screamed with intense hatred for the demonic beast who had ruined her life and stolen Ye Fan’s future, but her voluptuous body arched upward, actively pushing her hips into his thrusts, her arms coming up to wrap tightly around his broad shoulders.

Wang Jian fucked her madly, completely unrestrained. He used her beautiful, mature body as a vessel for his aggression.

SLAP! SQUELCH! SLAP! SQUELCH!

Hua Yimei, Mu Lianhua, and Shangguan Wan’er gathered around the bed, watching the spectacular, degrading scene with intense arousal.

“Look at the noble Fairy,” Hua Yimei mocked softly, reaching out to gently pinch Shen Mengqi’s bouncing breast as Wang Jian pounded her. “She says she hates him, but her pussy is dripping like a flooded river.”

“She is entirely addicted,” Shangguan Wan’er giggled, crawling onto the bed to kiss Shen Mengqi’s sweating neck. “Welcome to the harem, Sister Mengqi. You will never be able to leave his side now.”

Shen Mengqi could barely hear their mocking words over the roaring blood in her ears. The physiological alignment of her primal essence was complete. The Heavenly Yin Divine Physique had fully bound itself to his Yang Qi.

Wang Jian felt the terrifying, endless depths of her Yin essence rushing into his own core. He felt his own physical constitution mutating, refining, and elevating. The Heavenly Yang Divine Physique was actively forging itself within his meridians, granting him a passive, overwhelming aura of absolute sexual conquest.

He rode her for hours, his terrifying stamina showing no signs of stopping. He pounded her tight, virgin pussy until she completely lost her mind, her vocal cords entirely hoarse from screaming her conflicting hatred and her desperate devotion. She climaxed an astonishing, mind-boggling number of times, her voluptuous body convulsing and twitching with rolling, continuous, shattering orgasms that left her a weeping, pliant puddle of flesh.

When Wang Jian finally reached his own peak, he roared deeply, driving his massive dick in as deeply as physically possible, burying it to the hilt.

“Take my seed, Fairy!” Wang Jian commanded.

He released a massive, overwhelming, seemingly endless torrent of blazing, scorching hot semen directly into her quivering, thoroughly conquered womb.

The burning heat of his climax flooded her internal cavern. As his thick, potent semen coated her uterine walls, the permanent, indelible mark of his Heavenly Yang essence seared itself directly into her very soul.

Shen Mengqi let out a long, high-pitched, breathless wail, her entire body stiffening as the soul-mark took hold.

Wang Jian pulled out with a sickeningly wet schlick, leaving her a weeping, twitching, completely exhausted mess on the furs, her thighs covered in the thick, sticky white evidence of his absolute dominance. Her tight pink pussy gaped slightly, oozing his semen onto the bed.

He reached down and finally untied the Abyssal Silence Silk blindfold from her eyes, tossing it aside.

Shen Mengqi blinked rapidly, the warm light of the spirit lamps blinding her momentarily. When her vision cleared, she looked up at the towering, incredibly handsome, naked man standing over her.

She wanted to summon a blade of wind to sever his head. She wanted to scream her eternal hatred for him. She wanted to avenge her ruined pride and the stolen destiny of her disciple, Ye Fan.

But as she looked at him, the terrifying, heaven-defying power of her awakened physique and his Yang soul-mark activated entirely.

Her heart pounded violently in her chest. A profound, overwhelming, and completely uncontrollable wave of intense, desperate attraction and deep, masochistic submission washed over her entire being. She looked at his massive, semen-slicked dick, and a fresh wave of slick moisture flooded her thighs.

Despite her immense, logical hatred, her primal essence completely overpowered her mind.

“Master…” Shen Mengqi whimpered, her voice a fragile, broken, and entirely subservient reed. She slowly, shakily pushed herself up onto her elbows, her massive breasts swaying. She crawled forward on the furs, her beautiful face stained with tears and sweat.

She reached out with trembling hands, gently, reverently grasping his thick thighs. She leaned forward, parting her luscious lips, and pressed a soft, desperate kiss directly against the base of his shaft, completely submitting to the physiological reality of her new existence.

“Please… please do not stop, Master,” the Fairy of the Silver Gale begged, her sapphire eyes looking up at him with unadulterated, desperate lust. “Fill me again. I need your essence.”

Wang Jian smiled, a dark, victorious smirk spreading across his face as he looked down at the ruined protagonist’s mentor. The heavens could weave their intricate plots, but he would always be there to violently, beautifully unravel them.