Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 1011: The Blood Contract

The outer districts of Abyssal Pearl City were a chaotic, neon-drenched labyrinth of bustling markets, cheap pill pavilions, and multi-tiered pleasure houses. While the inner sectors were heavily regulated by the City Lord’s elite guards, the outer rim operated on a looser, far more corrupt set of rules. It was the perfect playground for a young, arrogant master who wished to indulge his basest desires without the suffocating oversight of his father’s senior elders.

Hai Ming, the eldest son of City Lord Hai Kuo, considered himself the absolute apex predator of these streets. As a cultivator at the Middle Stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, his martial talent was thoroughly mediocre, heavily propped up by mountains of expensive medicinal baths and forceful spiritual infusions rather than genuine insight. But his cultivation level did not matter in the slightest. His surname was his true weapon.

Tonight, Hai Ming was occupying the most lavish, heavily scented VIP suite on the top floor of the Jade Lotus Pavilion. He sprawled lazily across a wide, circular bed draped in cheap, overly perfumed red silks. Two beautiful, but entirely ordinary, Foundation Establishment female cultivators were desperately trying to please him. One was massaging his shoulders, while the other was pouring a cup of fermented spirit wine directly into his mouth.

“Ah, this is the life,” Hai Ming laughed, a nasal, grating sound. He reached out a clammy hand to grope the modest breasts of the woman pouring the wine. “You girls know how to treat a future City Lord. Drink up, drink up! When my father finally breaks through to the Nascent Soul Realm, I will have this entire district flattened to build my own personal garden!”

The two women giggled nervously, feigning absolute devotion while internally despising his arrogant, entitled demeanor.

Outside the intricately carved wooden doors of the VIP suite, the four heavily armed guards assigned to protect the young master stood rigidly at attention. They were all at the Peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm, their hands resting on the hilts of their sabers, their Divine Senses sweeping the corridor.

Suddenly, a faint, sweet aroma drifted through the dimly lit hallway. It was not the cheap, heavy perfume of the pleasure house. It was incredibly subtle, smelling faintly of crushed moonlight and phantom orchids.

Before the guards could even register the anomaly or attempt to hold their breath, their eyes rolled back into their heads. Their spiritual pillars within their Dantians instantly went entirely dormant, their meridians completely freezing. Without a single sound, all four guards collapsed to the wooden floorboards, completely unconscious.

From the shifting shadows of the corridor, Wang Jian stepped forward. He was dressed in immaculate, flowing black robes that seemed to absorb the ambient light. Beside him stood the stunning master alchemist, Mu Lianhua, holding a small, unadorned jade vial from which a tiny wisp of pale purple smoke was escaping.

“Your Dream-Cloud Powder is as flawless as ever, Lianhua,” Wang Jian murmured, his dark, starlit eyes gleaming with cold calculation. “It completely bypassed their passive spiritual defenses without triggering a single fluctuation.”

“Thank you, Master,” Mu Lianhua smiled, her massive, heavy breasts shifting beneath her elegant azure robes. “The mixture targets the fundamental mortal nervous system rather than the spiritual pathways. Cultivators always forget to shield their mortal bodies.”

Hua Yimei and Shangguan Wan’er materialized from the darkness a moment later. Shangguan Wan’er’s pale blue eyes scanned the hallway, her fingers resting lightly on her Celestial-Tide Abacus.

“The corridor is spatially isolated, Master,” Shangguan Wan’er reported in a low, professional whisper. “No sound or spiritual fluctuation will escape this floor. We have a three-minute window before the pavilion’s automated patrol arrays cycle back to this sector.”

“That is more than enough time,” Wang Jian stated.

He didn’t bother forming a hand seal or utilizing a complex technique to open the door. He simply pressed his palm against the reinforced wood. A microscopic surge of his terrifying, Late Stage Core Formation Stellar Demonic Yang Qi shot through his palm, instantly incinerating the internal locking mechanisms into fine ash. The doors swung inward with a soft, eerie silence.

Inside the suite, Hai Ming was completely oblivious to the doom that had just stepped over his threshold. He was currently attempting to pull the silk robes off one of the women, laughing obnoxiously.

“Who dares?!” Hai Ming suddenly yelled, sensing a shift in the air pressure as the heavy doors opened. He scrambled backward on the bed, pushing the two naked women in front of him like human shields.

Wang Jian walked into the room, his aura completely suppressed, looking like an ordinary mortal scholar. However, the sheer, imposing physical presence of his tall, muscular frame and the absolute, tyrannical confidence in his dark eyes instantly made the room feel suffocatingly small.

“Hai Ming,” Wang Jian said, his voice a smooth, icy dagger that cut through the heavy perfume.

“Guards! Guards, get in here!” Hai Ming shrieked, his face turning pale. When no one answered, panic began to set in. He pointed a trembling finger at Wang Jian. “Do you know who I am?! I am the eldest son of City Lord Hai Kuo! If you even think about touching a single hair on my head, my father will have you flayed alive and your soul burned in a soul-refining lantern for a thousand years!”

Wang Jian sighed, a sound of profound boredom. He didn’t even bother to draw a weapon. He took a single, casual step forward.

Before Hai Ming could even blink, Wang Jian crossed the thirty feet of the suite, completely bypassing the two screaming women. He reached out and backhanded the arrogant young master directly across his pale, pampered face.

SMACK!

The impact was carefully controlled to avoid killing him, but the kinetic force was still devastating for a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator. Hai Ming’s head snapped violently to the side. Three bloody teeth flew from his mouth, embedding themselves into the wooden wall across the room. His body was launched backward, crashing heavily against the headboard of the circular bed.

“Ahhhhh! My teeth! My face!” Hai Ming wailed, clutching his rapidly swelling cheek, blood pouring from his lips. The arrogance evaporated instantaneously, replaced by pure, unadulterated, cowardly terror.

He looked up at Wang Jian, finally realizing that the man standing before him was not a common street thug, but an entity of terrifying, insurmountable power.

“Please! Please, senior, have mercy!” Hai Ming instantly folded, scrambling onto his knees on the ruined red silks, bowing his head frantically. “I have spirit stones! I have access to the city’s outer treasury! Whatever you want, just name your price! I am useful alive! Please don’t kill me!”

Wang Jian looked down at the weeping, pathetic fool with absolute, villainous disgust. ‘This is the spawn of a peak Core Formation expert?’ Wang Jian thought. ‘He has absolutely zero backbone. A complete, comical coward. This makes my task infinitely easier.’

“I do not want your pocket change, little boy,” Wang Jian stated coldly. He reached out, his hand snapping around the back of Hai Ming’s neck, lifting the grown man entirely off the bed like a disobedient kitten. “You are coming with me. If you make a single sound, if you attempt to channel even a single drop of your pathetic Qi, I will snap your spine and carry your corpse instead.”

“I won’t make a sound! I swear it on the heavens!” Hai Ming babbled, tears mixing with the blood on his chin, completely terrified of the dark, imposing demon holding him.

Wang Jian tossed the weeping boy toward Shangguan Wan’er. The former merchant queen didn’t even flinch. She pulled a heavy, spatial-locking sack from her robes—a specialized item normally used for transporting volatile, high-tier demonic beasts—and shoved the terrified, compliant City Lord’s son inside, pulling the drawstring tight.

“The package is secured, Master,” Shangguan Wan’er said, slinging the sack effortlessly over her elegant shoulder, completely unbothered by the squirming mass inside.

“Excellent,” Wang Jian turned to Mu Lianhua. “Administer the memory-altering incense to these two women. Make them believe he drunkenly stumbled out of the window looking for another tavern.”

Mu Lianhua moved swiftly, ensuring the cover story was perfectly laid. Within seconds, the strike team melted back into the shadows of Abyssal Pearl City, completely untraceable, carrying the perfect, highly vulnerable leverage they needed to crack the City Lord’s defenses.

Fifty miles off the western coast of Sea-Moon Island, hidden amidst a jagged, treacherous expanse of black coral reefs, lay a small, entirely barren subsidiary island. It was a desolate rock, completely devoid of spiritual veins or natural resources, entirely ignored by the Myriad Ocean Palace’s patrols.

Tonight, however, this forgotten rock was being transformed into an inescapable, flawlessly designed death trap.

Wang Jian stood near the center of the island, bathed in the pale, ethereal light of the moon. He was casually surveying the rapid, highly efficient preparations being made by two of his most capable women.

Shangguan Wan’er, dressed in her deeply slit purple silk dress, was rapidly moving around the perimeter of a wide, flat clearing. Her hands were a blur as she drove long, black iron array flags deep into the rocky soil.

“The Void-Sealing Hexagram Array is taking root, Master,” Shangguan Wan’er reported, her massive breasts swaying heavily as she worked. “Once activated, it will completely lock down the spatial coordinates of this entire island. No teleportation talismans, no escape arts, and absolutely no spatial tearing will function within a five-mile radius. She will be entirely caged.”

“And the sensory suppression?” Wang Jian asked, turning his gaze to Hua Yimei.

The mature former Sect Leader was standing a few yards away, her sheer crimson robes fluttering in the sea breeze. She was meticulously carving intricate sound-dampening runes directly into the surrounding boulders, utilizing the latent energy of her Crimson Phoenix Zither.

“The Illusory Moon Sound Barrier is primed, Master,” Hua Yimei confirmed, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow, completely unashamed of the way her heavy, gold-pierced breasts bounced explicitly with the motion. “It will perfectly project the ambient sounds of the crashing waves and the howling wind to any external observer. Whatever happens inside this clearing—no matter how loud she screams—will be completely swallowed by the array.”

“Flawless work, both of you,” Wang Jian praised, his brilliant mind utterly satisfied with the tactical setup.

He walked over to a massive, smooth, flat-topped boulder situated right in the center of the array matrix and sat down comfortably. He unfastened the front of his black robes, completely exposing his heavily muscled, perfectly tempered chest and his lower abdomen.

He didn’t need to issue a verbal command.

Shen Mengqi, the legendary Fairy of the Silver Gale, had been standing quietly by his side, completely useless when it came to setting up traps or mercantile schemes. Her expertise lay in combat and illusions, neither of which were currently required. Therefore, she happily, desperately assumed her alternative, heavily conditioned role: his personal, devoted slut.

She was dressed in a scandalously short, tight white silk dress that clung to her incredibly voluptuous hourglass figure like a second skin. The moment Wang Jian sat down, she eagerly dropped to her hands and knees upon the hard rock. She crawled between his parted, muscular thighs, her massive, heavy breasts spilling forward, the tight pink nipples explicitly visible through the sheer white fabric.

“Are you ready to serve, Mengqi?” Wang Jian murmured, looking down at her flushed, beautiful face.

“Always, Master,” Shen Mengqi whimpered softly, her sapphire eyes swirling with that deep, masochistic lust permanently ingrained by her awakened Heavenly Yin Divine Physique. She reached out with trembling, eager hands and unfastened his trousers, completely freeing his massive, rock-hard dick.

She didn’t hesitate. She immediately leaned forward, parting her luscious lips, and took the thick, heavily veined head of his cock directly into her mouth.

Slurp. Squelch.

She bobbed her head enthusiastically, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked him with profound, desperate devotion. She used her soft tongue to swirl around his thick shaft, taking him deep into her throat, her massive breasts squishing heavily against his thighs with every frantic motion.

Wang Jian let out a low, satisfied groan, leaning back against the cool rock. He reached out with his left hand, tangling his fingers into her midnight-black hair, setting a rough, demanding rhythm for her mouth.

“Bring the boy,” Wang Jian commanded, his voice perfectly steady despite the intense sexual pleasure he was currently receiving.

Shangguan Wan’er walked over, carrying the heavy spatial sack. She unceremoniously dumped its contents onto the rocky ground a few feet in front of Wang Jian.

Hai Ming tumbled out, groaning pathetically. The eldest son of the City Lord was a complete, miserable mess. His expensive robes were torn and stained with dirt, his face was heavily bruised and swollen, and dried blood caked his chin from where his teeth had been knocked out.

He scrambled to his knees, his eyes darting frantically around the desolate, dark island. When his gaze finally landed on the scene before him, his jaw dropped in absolute, mind-shattering shock.

He saw the terrifying, imposing man who had abducted him lounging casually on a boulder. And kneeling between the demon’s legs, enthusiastically, desperately sucking his massive cock like a starving whore, was a woman whose face he recognized instantly.

“F-Fairy Shen?!” Hai Ming stammered, his eyes bulging out of his skull.

Every single cultivator in Abyssal Pearl City knew the face of Shen Mengqi. She was the untouchable, icy supreme elder of the Silver Gale Sect, a woman of unparalleled, mature beauty who had never even looked twice at a man. And yet, here she was, her massive breasts heaving, her eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy, servicing an unknown man’s dick with the practiced zeal of a brothel slave.

Wang Jian pulled his slick, saliva-coated dick out of Shen Mengqi’s mouth with a loud pop. The Fairy whined softly in protest, a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to his shaft before it broke.

“Keep your eyes on me, boy,” Wang Jian ordered, his voice echoing with absolute, freezing authority, snapping Hai Ming out of his bewildered stupor.

Hai Ming instantly threw himself flat onto the ground, pressing his bruised face against the dirt. “Yes, senior! I see nothing! I am blind! Please, just tell me what you want! My father’s treasury—”

“I told you, I do not want your father’s treasury,” Wang Jian interrupted smoothly, resting his large hand casually on Shen Mengqi’s head as she went back to enthusiastically licking the base of his shaft. “I want to speak with your mother.”

Hai Ming froze. He lifted his head slightly, utter confusion warring with his terror. “M-My mother? But… she doesn’t control the city’s wealth. She just manages the inner estate.”

“Her utility to me is entirely beyond your pathetic comprehension,” Wang Jian stated coldly. He raised his right hand, his palm glowing with a dark, terrifying, incredibly dense concentration of Stellar Demonic Qi. “Take out your personal, high-tier communication talisman. The one directly linked to her spiritual signature.”

Hai Ming didn’t dare hesitate. He frantically fumbled with his spatial ring, his hands shaking so violently he almost dropped the item. He finally produced a flawless, palm-sized disc of white jade, inscribed with intricate, glowing blue runes.

“Hold it in front of you,” Wang Jian commanded.

As Hai Ming held the glowing jade disc out with trembling hands, Wang Jian closed his eyes.

He activated his terrifying, overwhelmingly powerful Peak Late Stage Core Formation Divine Sense. He extended a microscopic, practically invisible thread of his consciousness directly into the jade disc in Hai Ming’s hands. He didn’t just passively observe it; he violently, forcefully hijacked the internal runic matrix of the talisman.

Wang Jian’s brilliant mind rapidly mapped the complex Qi pathways connecting the artifact to its twin. He traced the specific, unique spiritual resonance intended for Madam Lin. He had to be absolutely certain that this cowardly fool wasn’t trying to pull a fast one and send a distress signal to the City Lord or the city guards instead.

‘The signature is isolated. It leads directly to the inner maternal chambers of the City Lord’s mansion,’ Wang Jian confirmed internally. ‘He is not playing tricks. He is far too terrified.’

While Wang Jian focused his mind on the complex array manipulation, his body remained highly engaged in the physical realm.

“Mengqi, climb up here,” Wang Jian ordered, his voice a low, distracted rumble.

Shen Mengqi eagerly obeyed. She stood up, her short white dress entirely failing to cover her incredibly curvy, plump buttocks. She climbed onto the smooth boulder, straddling Wang Jian’s lap. She reached down, her soft hands guiding his massive, throbbing dick directly to her slick, dripping wet pussy.

With a soft, breathy moan, she slowly sank down, impaling her tight core entirely on his thick shaft.

“Ahhn… Master… you are so big,” Shen Mengqi whispered, her massive breasts brushing against his chest, her arms wrapping around his neck as she began to slowly, rhythmically grind her hips against his pelvis.

Hai Ming watched this with absolute, wide-eyed horror. The terrifying demon was casually engaging in intense, erotic dual cultivation with the untouchable Fairy of the Silver Gale while simultaneously overriding a high-tier communication artifact. The sheer, overwhelming disparity in power made Hai Ming feel like an ant staring at a falling mountain.

“Now, listen to me very carefully, Hai Ming,” Wang Jian said, completely ignoring the sensation of Shen Mengqi’s tight pussy milking his cock, his eyes locking onto the terrified boy. “You are going to activate that talisman. You are going to speak exactly the words I tell you to speak. If you deviate by a single syllable, if you try to convey a hidden code, I will instantly detonate the blood in your veins.”

“I will say exactly what you want! Exactly!” Hai Ming sobbed, nodding frantically.

“Good,” Wang Jian smirked. While Hai Ming prepared to speak, Wang Jian executed the most crucial, insidious part of his brilliant scheme.

Through the microscopic thread of his Divine Sense embedded within the talisman, Wang Jian began to weave a profoundly complex, ancient curse into the very fabric of the impending transmission. It was a Blood Contract Curse, a forbidden technique he had mastered long ago. He utilized the ambient Yin Qi he was currently extracting from Shen Mengqi’s Heavenly Yin Divine Physique to mask the dark, demonic nature of the curse, ensuring it would slip past the City Lord’s mansion’s defensive arrays completely undetected.

He intricately linked the activation trigger of the curse directly to Hai Ming’s unique spiritual foundation and his life-force.

‘The trap is set,’ Wang Jian thought, his lips curving into a villainous smile. He didn’t tell Hai Ming a single word about the curse. He didn’t tell the boy about the sick, perverted, incredibly sexy plans he had for his voluptuous mother. He simply used the fool as a conduit.

“Activate it,” Wang Jian ordered. “Say this: ‘Mother, please help me! I have been kidnapped by a rogue cultivator! He demands a ransom. He is holding me on the jagged black reef island fifty miles west of the city. He says if you do not come alone immediately, he will kill me. Please, Mother, he broke my teeth! Help me!ʼ”

Hai Ming activated the talisman, the white jade glowing brightly. He didn’t have to fake the terror in his voice.

“Mother! Please help me!” Hai Ming wailed into the artifact, tears streaming down his bruised face. “I have been kidnapped by a rogue cultivator! He demands a ransom! He is holding me on the jagged black reef island fifty miles west of the city! He says if you do not come alone immediately, he will kill me! Please, Mother, he broke my teeth! Help me!”

Wang Jian watched the runic matrix flare as the transmission was successfully sent, instantly crossing the fifty miles of ocean. The Blood Contract Curse piggybacked seamlessly on the desperate audio message, hurtling directly toward the City Lord’s mansion.

“Excellent,” Wang Jian praised, cutting the connection from his end.

He looked at Hai Ming, who was still trembling on the ground. “Wan’er. Gag him, bind him, and throw him behind that boulder. He is annoying to look at.”

“With pleasure, Master,” Shangguan Wan’er sneered, walking over to secure the pathetic hostage.

With the message sent and the trap perfectly primed, Wang Jian finally turned his full, undivided attention to the incredibly beautiful, voluptuous woman currently riding his dick.

He grabbed Shen Mengqi firmly by her wide, curvy hips, his large hands digging into her soft flesh.

“You have been very patient, my sweet slut,” Wang Jian murmured, looking up at her flushed, beautiful face.

“I only exist to serve your cock, Master,” Shen Mengqi gasped, her massive breasts heaving heavily as she increased the tempo of her grinding.

“Then take it all,” Wang Jian commanded, aggressively thrusting his hips upward, driving his massive dick incredibly deep into her tight core.

“AGHHH! YES!” Shen Mengqi shrieked, her back arching violently, her midnight-black hair flying wildly as the intense, scorching heat of his Yang Qi flooded her awakened physique.

He began to brutally, relentlessly pound her pussy right there on the boulder, the loud, wet slapping sounds of his pelvis colliding with her plump buttocks echoing loudly across the barren island, perfectly masked by Hua Yimei’s sound illusion.

Meanwhile, in the absolute center of Abyssal Pearl City, the City Lord’s mansion stood as a towering, impregnable fortress of white jade and gold.

Deep within the most heavily warded, exclusive inner sanctum of the estate, Madam Lin Wanyue sat gracefully at a polished spirit-wood vanity.

She was a woman of truly breathtaking, mature beauty. At the Middle Stage of the Core Formation Realm, her aging process had entirely halted decades ago, leaving her in the absolute, perfect prime of her womanhood. She possessed a stunningly elegant, aristocratic face with sharp, intelligent eyes. But it was her body that commanded absolute attention. She was incredibly voluptuous, possessing a very sexy, thick hourglass figure. She wore an elegant, flowing purple silk robe that clung tightly to her massive, exceptionally heavy breasts, the deep cleavage explicitly visible as she leaned forward to brush her long, dark hair. Her waist was narrow, flaring out into incredibly wide, curvy, and plump buttocks that filled the velvet chair she sat upon.

The quiet serenity of her private chambers was abruptly shattered by a sharp, urgent pulsing light emanating from the small, white jade disc resting on her vanity table.

It was the direct, emergency communication talisman linked exclusively to her eldest son, Hai Ming.

Lin Wanyue frowned slightly. Her son was a notorious troublemaker, constantly getting into drunken brawls or offending minor merchants in the outer districts. She usually ignored his late-night calls, letting the city guards handle his messes. But the flashing runic pattern indicated an extreme distress signal.

With a sigh of maternal resignation, she reached out her perfectly manicured hand and activated the talisman.

“Mother! Please help me!”

Hai Ming’s terrified, sobbing, blood-choked voice erupted from the jade disc.

Lin Wanyue’s heart stopped. She stood up abruptly, her massive breasts heaving violently beneath her purple silk robes, the hairbrush clattering to the floor.

“I have been kidnapped by a rogue cultivator! He demands a ransom! He is holding me on the jagged black reef island fifty miles west of the city! He says if you do not come alone immediately, he will kill me! Please, Mother, he broke my teeth! Help me!”

The message ended with a static crackle.

“Ming’er!” Lin Wanyue gasped, pure, unadulterated panic seizing her chest.

Her immediate, deeply ingrained instinct as the wife of the City Lord was to surge out of her chambers, alert the inner guard captain, and immediately inform her husband, Hai Kuo. He was a Peak Late Stage Core Formation expert; he could level that barren island in a matter of minutes and slaughter whoever dared touch his bloodline.

She took a step toward the heavy mahogany doors of her chamber.

Suddenly, her vision blurred. A massive, terrifying wave of absolute, freezing cold washed over her spiritual sea. It felt as though a thousand icy needles had just been driven directly into her Dantian.

She gasped, stumbling backward, clutching her chest as her massive breasts heaved erratically.

A dark, incredibly dominant, and entirely foreign voice echoed directly within the deepest, most heavily guarded recesses of her own soul.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Madam Lin.”

Lin Wanyue’s eyes widened in sheer, mind-shattering horror. She didn’t recognize this strange technique, but she could sense it was connected to her through some method and it was similar to that of a curse or a contract.

“Your boy is currently breathing,” Wang Jian’s cold, villainous intent vibrated within her mind. “But his life is entirely, precariously suspended by this curse. I have laid out the rules very clearly. You are to come to the jagged reef island. And you are to come absolutely, strictly alone.”

The voice paused, letting the heavy, suffocating threat sink into her brilliant, terrified mind.

“If you tell your husband… if you alert a single guard… if you even attempt to write a note or leave a hidden clue… the curse will instantly, violently activate. The moment another soul learns of this transaction, your precious son’s soul will be crushed into dust, and his head will explode like a ripe melon. The choice is entirely yours, Madam.”

The voice faded, leaving only the agonizing, undeniable karmic link pulsing in her chest. She could literally feel the fragile, terrified life-force of Hai Ming hanging by a microscopic thread, directly connected to her own silence.

Lin Wanyue stood in the center of her opulent chamber, her voluptuous body trembling violently. She was trapped. Completely, flawlessly checkmated by an unknown, terrifying intellect.

She could not tell Hai Kuo. She could not bring her personal guards. She couldn’t even trigger the mansion’s silent alarms.

She was a Middle Stage Core Formation expert. She possessed powerful water-attribute techniques and a host of high-tier defensive artifacts provided by her husband. She was not a helpless mortal. But facing an unknown kidnapper who possessed the terrifying capability to weave a flawless Blood Contract Curse through a mere audio transmission? She knew she was walking into an incredibly dangerous, potentially fatal trap.

But the maternal instinct, the desperate, blinding need to save her foolish firstborn, completely overrode her logical, tactical mind.

“I’m coming, Ming’er,” Lin Wanyue whispered into the empty room, tears welling in her beautiful eyes.

She didn’t change into combat armor, knowing it might trigger the suspicion of the internal patrols. She remained in her elegant, flowing purple silk robes. She quickly gathered her most powerful, stealth-oriented artifacts, slipping them securely into her spatial ring.

Utilizing her intimate, unparalleled knowledge of the mansion’s patrol routes and the blind spots in the inner arrays, the beautiful, massive-breasted City Lord’s wife slipped silently out of her window. She dissolved into a cascade of localized mist, completely bypassing the outer walls, and flew desperately into the night sky, heading straight toward the jagged black reef island, walking completely blind into the demonic overlord’s waiting snare.

Back on the desolate, rocky island, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to the desperate panic of the City Lord’s wife.

Wang Jian was entirely lost in the depths of overwhelming sexual ecstasy.

“Ahhh! Master! I’m cumming! I’m cumming for your cock!” Shen Mengqi shrieked, her voice echoing loudly within the sound-dampening barrier. Her incredibly sexy, voluptuous body bowed violently backward, her massive breasts pointing toward the moon as a massive, full-body orgasm tore through her awakened Heavenly Yin Divine Physique.

Her tight, dripping wet pussy clamped down viciously on his thick shaft, rhythmically, desperately milking him with every internal spasm.

Wang Jian felt the intense, crushing pressure. He roared deeply, his own profound lust reaching its absolute peak. He drove his massive dick in to the hilt, burying himself completely in her core.

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

Shen Mengqi whimpered happily, collapsing forward onto his broad chest, her body twitching violently as his thick, potent seed flooded her internal cavern, further solidifying the absolute, inescapable soul-mark of his dominance.

Wang Jian held her close, his breathing steady, completely unfazed by the intense physical exertion. He gently stroked her sweat-drenched, midnight-black hair, his dark eyes looking out over the dark, rolling waves of the ocean.

He didn’t need to look at a tracking artifact. His powerful, highly refined Divine Sense, constantly sweeping the perimeter of the Void-Sealing Hexagram Array, felt a subtle, desperate ripple in the ambient water-qi approaching from the east.

A beautiful, massive-breasted butterfly was fluttering desperately toward his meticulously woven web.

“She is coming,” Wang Jian murmured, a dark, incredibly wicked smile spreading across his handsome face. He gently pushed Shen Mengqi off his lap, his dick sliding out of her dripping pussy with a loud, wet schlick.

“Prepare yourselves, my beauties,” Wang Jian commanded, standing up and casually adjusting his black robes, completely ignoring the terrified, muffled whimpers of Hai Ming tied up behind the boulder. “The City Lord’s wife has arrived to negotiate.”