Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 1013: The Myriad Refinements Expedition

The damp, coastal gale of the jagged reef island hit Lin Wanyue’s flushed face the moment she was carried across the threshold of the immortal cave. The heavy, suffocating scent of sex, sweat, and spilled Yang essence that had saturated the enclosed stone chamber was instantly replaced by the sharp tang of salt and oxidized ozone.

She did not walk out on her own two feet. Her thighs were entirely liquid, trembling violently with every microscopic shift in gravity. The deep, agonizing, yet mind-melting soreness radiating from her utterly defeated pussy and heavily battered womb made supporting her own weight a physical impossibility. Wang Jian carried her exceptionally thick, voluptuous body in his muscular arms, holding her with the casual, effortless grip of a conqueror holding a prize.

They were both fully clothed again. Wang Jian had draped her in a fresh, elegant purple silk gown retrieved from her spatial ring. The pristine fabric clung to her massive, heavy breasts and exceptionally wide hips, presenting the flawless, aristocratic image of the City Lord’s wife. Yet, beneath the expensive silk, her skin was a ruined canvas. Her heavy breasts ached intensely, the tight pink nipples chafing against the fabric, swollen and painfully sensitive from hours of relentless biting and twisting. Her curvy, plump buttocks stung with the lingering heat of countless, brutal spanks.

As they emerged into the pale moonlight illuminating the rocky clearing, a rhythmic, pathetic sound cut through the crashing of the ocean waves.

Wang Jian halted, his boots grinding against the obsidian stone. He looked toward the shadow of a large, jagged boulder situated just outside the cave’s entrance.

Hai Ming, the eldest son of the City Lord, sat slumped against the rock. His bindings had loosened slightly through hours of frantic struggling. The blindfold remained over his eyes, but his pants were violently shoved down to his knees. The Foundation Establishment youth was panting heavily, his bruised face flushed dark red, his hand wrapped around his tiny, unimpressive dick, furiously masturbating against the rough stone.

He was completely lost in a degenerate haze, his mind entirely consumed by the echoing, desperate moans his mother had made while being brutally pounded into submission throughout the entire day and night.

Lin Wanyue stared at the pathetic, squirming figure of her firstborn son. The sheer, unadulterated disgust that rose in her throat temporarily eclipsed the heavy, submissive fog blanketing her mind. This was the boy she had risked everything to save. While she had been violently raped, stripped of her dignity, and systematically broken on a cold stone slab mere yards away, her son had not attempted to break his bonds to save her. He had not wept for her honor. He had jerked off to the sound of her degradation.

“You wretched, vile creature,” Lin Wanyue breathed, her aristocratic voice trembling with a mixture of profound exhaustion and absolute revulsion.

Hai Ming froze. The sudden sound of his mother’s voice, no longer muffled by the cave walls or distorted by ecstasy, shattered his degenerate fantasy. He frantically scrambled backward, his hands desperately pulling his ruined pants up over his waist.

“Mother!” Hai Ming stammered, pulling the blindfold down from his eyes. His gaze darted from the towering, imposing figure of Wang Jian to the flush, sweating face of Lin Wanyue resting against the demon’s chest.

Wang Jian’s hands shifted. He let Lin Wanyue’s legs drop, allowing her feet to touch the stone, though he kept his left arm securely wrapped around her narrow waist to prevent her from collapsing. With his right hand, he reached down and brazenly, possessively grabbed the massive, incredibly soft cheek of her left buttock right through the purple silk.

He squeezed the abundant flesh firmly, drawing a sharp, involuntary gasp from her lips as the pressure flared against her bruised skin.

“Your mother tasted quite good, boy,” Wang Jian stated, his voice a smooth, freezing rumble that carried absolute, tyrannical authority. “I am highly satisfied with her body. She takes a pounding better than women half her age. You can leave now, exactly as I promised her.”

Hai Ming’s bruised face lit up with a sickening, desperate joy. He did not look at his mother’s ruined state. He did not question the heavy, traumatized exhaustion in her eyes. The sheer, overwhelming relief of surviving the encounter completely overrode any concept of familial loyalty.

He threw himself forward, slamming his knees onto the jagged rock, bowing his head so deeply his forehead scraped the stone.

“Thank you, Senior! Thank you for your boundless mercy!” Hai Ming babbled, his voice cracking with cowardly elation. “I will never forget this grace! I will leave immediately!”

Lin Wanyue’s hands clenched into tight fists, her fingernails digging painfully into her own palms. The physical submission her body had been forced to accept under Wang Jian’s relentless assault was undeniable, but a fragment of her proud Dao Heart still beat in her chest. Seeing the heir to the City Lord acting like a groveling, spineless worm made her stomach turn.

“You miserable coward,” Lin Wanyue spat, her massive breasts heaving heavily against the silk gown. “You betray your mother for a single breath of life. You listened to me suffer in that cavern, and you touched yourself like a starving beast. You are no son of mine.”

Hai Ming looked up, his expression twisting from terror into a defensive, ugly sneer.

“You expect me to give up my life for you?” Hai Ming retorted, his voice rising in pathetic indignation. “Look at you! Look at how you lean against him! You probably seduced him the moment you walked into that cave! This is all your fault! Because you have a body like a slut, he wanted you, and he kidnapped me to get it! You caused this entire mess!”

Lin Wanyue felt the air completely leave her lungs. The sheer, audacious cruelty of his words struck her harder than any physical blow she had endured.

“You dare speak to me that way?” she gasped, her legs trembling violently.

Hai Ming ignored her, turning his desperate, groveling gaze back to Wang Jian.

“Senior, you can keep her!” Hai Ming pleaded rapidly, gesturing toward his own mother as if she were a piece of discarded meat. “I hope you liked her body! If she made a scene, if she insulted you, you should discipline her even more roughly! Only a great man like you deserves a slutty woman like her! My father can’t handle her anyway, he spends all his time in closed-door cultivation! Just let me live!”

Wang Jian looked down at the kneeling youth. He did not feel anger; he only felt the cold, calculating satisfaction of a predator observing a perfectly executed psychological breakdown. He felt Lin Wanyue’s voluptuous body stiffen against him, the final, lingering thread of her maternal devotion snapping audibly in the quiet night air.

“Your filial piety is truly moving, Hai Ming,” Wang Jian remarked dryly.

Wang Jian released Lin Wanyue’s buttock. He stepped forward, raising his right hand. He did not intend to waste Qi on a physical strike.

He extended a highly condensed, microscopic needle of his Peak Late Stage Core Formation Divine Sense. He drove it directly into the center of Hai Ming’s forehead, violently piercing the youth’s fragile spiritual sea.

Hai Ming’s eyes rolled back into his head. His mouth fell open in a silent scream.

Wang Jian did not destroy the boy’s mind. He executed a precise, surgical excision of neural pathways. He burned away the memories of the abduction, the Blood Contract Curse, the jagged reef island, the sound of his mother’s moans, and the face of the demonic overlord. He replaced the erased temporal gap with a hazy, disjointed illusion of heavy intoxication and a severe spatial array malfunction.

As the memory wipe concluded, Wang Jian channeled a surge of kinetic force into his boot. He kicked Hai Ming squarely in the chest.

The kinetic transfer was flawless. Hai Ming’s unconscious body was launched fifty yards into the air, flying entirely off the edge of the rocky cliff.

Simultaneously, Wang Jian flicked his wrist. He forcefully extracted Hai Ming’s personal flying artifact—a silver, boat-shaped vessel—from the boy’s spatial ring. He infused it with a burst of Qi, sending it speeding out over the ocean to catch the falling youth perfectly on its wooden deck.

The flying vessel stabilized automatically, carrying the unconscious, memory-wiped son rapidly back toward the glittering lights of Abyssal Pearl City. He would wake up hours later, nursing a massive headache, believing he had drunkenly crashed a flying vessel into the outer barriers of the city limits.

The island fell silent once more, save for the rhythmic crashing of the tide against the obsidian rocks.

Wang Jian turned slowly, his dark eyes locking onto Lin Wanyue.

The City Lord’s wife stood alone in the center of the clearing, her arms wrapped tightly around her own torso. The elegant purple silk did nothing to hide the violent shivering racking her thick, curvaceous frame. She looked entirely adrift, a woman whose past had just been violently amputated.

Wang Jian closed the distance between them in a single, fluid step. He didn’t speak. He reached out with both hands, his palms settling heavily upon her broad, delicate shoulders. He slid his hands downward, trailing his fingers over the smooth, incredibly soft silk covering her massive, heavy breasts. He squeezed the abundant flesh, his thumbs finding the tight, sensitive peaks of her nipples through the fabric, rubbing them with deliberate, highly calculated friction.

Lin Wanyue let out a breathy, involuntary whimper. Her legs buckled instantly, the lingering exhaustion in her muscles failing her. Wang Jian caught her smoothly, pulling her flush against his solid chest, his hands continuing to possessively fondle her breasts and her waist.

He lowered his head, pressing his lips against the extremely sensitive, bruised skin of her neck, right over her pulse point.

“That pathetic, sniveling cowardice,” Wang Jian murmured against her skin, the vibration of his voice sending a jolt of heat straight down to her throbbing womb. “It certainly did not come from your bloodline, Wanyue. You fought like a cornered beast to save him. That deep, ingrained weakness must have been inherited entirely from your husband.”

Lin Wanyue closed her eyes, tilting her head back to grant him better access to her neck. Despite the agonizing humiliation of her situation, the sheer, intoxicating heat of his Stellar Demonic Yang Qi washing over her body was impossible to resist. His sweet, mocking words, acknowledging her strength while validating her disgust for her son, sent a confusing, deeply shameful thrill through her chest.

“You are just amusing me,” Lin Wanyue breathed, her hands coming up to rest on his muscular forearms, neither pushing him away nor pulling him closer. “You speak sweet words because you want to keep my body pliable.”

“I speak facts,” Wang Jian corrected, his right hand sliding down to firmly grasp the exceptionally thick, curvy cheek of her buttocks, lifting her slightly against his thigh. “I appreciate a woman with a strong foundation, even if I have to physically break it to make her mine.”

Lin Wanyue opened her sapphire eyes, staring directly into his abyssal gaze. The absolute, terrifying dominance he exerted over her was mind-numbing. She knew, fundamentally, that he was a demonic beast who had kidnapped her child and raped her into submission. She hated him for stripping away her dignity.

But as his fingers squeezed her ass, her tight, ruined pussy wept a fresh stream of slick moisture against her inner thighs. The pleasure he had provided, the way he had utilized her body’s deepest pressure points, was something her husband had never, in a century of marriage, been able to achieve. Hai Kuo was a powerful City Lord, but in the bedchamber, he was rigid, quick, and entirely focused on his own cultivation. Wang Jian had dismantled her physically, pushing her to heights of ecstasy that she had never known existed.

“I do not care about that coward son of mine anymore,” Lin Wanyue stated, her voice dropping into a husky, defeated register. She leaned her weight entirely into his hold. “He made his choice. And I suppose… I have made mine. But do not expect me to sing your praises, you disgusting rascal. You forced yourself upon me. You ruined my life.”

Wang Jian laughed, a genuine sound of dark amusement. He loved the fiery, conflicted dynamic of a woman whose pride warred endlessly with her physiological addiction to his touch.

“I prefer your insults over your praises, Wanyue,” Wang Jian replied, his hand sliding to her lower back, pressing her pelvis firmly against his own. “It makes the moment you inevitably beg for my cock infinitely sweeter.”

He pulled back slightly, looking down at her flushed face. The initial, brutal subjugation was complete. It was time to extract the tactical intelligence that had originally drawn him to the City Lord’s estate.

“Now,” Wang Jian began, his tone shifting from pure lust to sharp, calculating intent. “Tell me the true reason I bothered to conquer you tonight. Your beauty is magnificent, and your voluptuous body is a masterpiece, but that was merely a highly enjoyable secondary benefit. I need information. Does your husband, Hai Kuo, possess the artifacts or the exact location of the resources required to pass the Heart Demon Trial for the Nascent Soul Realm?”

Lin Wanyue did not attempt to hide the truth. Her loyalty to her husband had been completely severed by the sheer trauma of the night and the absolute dominance of the man holding her.

“He does not possess the artifacts yet,” Lin Wanyue answered, her breathing shallow as his thumb continued to stroke her nipple through the silk. “But he knows exactly where to find them. He has been gathering materials for months, upgrading his Lifebound Magic Treasure into a Spirit Treasure specifically to survive this expedition. He explicitly told me to accompany him on the journey.”

Wang Jian’s eyes narrowed with intense interest. “Where?”

“It is a highly concealed, uncharted landmass far to the south,” Lin Wanyue detailed, her aristocratic intellect easily recalling the logistics. “It is known in ancient texts as Myriad Refinements Island. It is not a natural formation. It is a massive, artificial environment heavily protected by multiple, overlapping layers of ancient restrictions.”

“Whose legacy is it?” Wang Jian asked, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist.

“The Profound Iron True Monarch,” Lin Wanyue revealed. “He was an incredibly renowned artifact forger from the previous era. He was a Peak Nascent Soul expert, but his mastery over array formations and forged weapons allowed him to effortlessly slaughter cultivators a full minor realm above his own power level. His burial site is said to contain offensive Magical Treasures, specialized array-breaking tools, and most importantly, the Mind-Clearing Void-Lotus Talisman capable of entirely nullifying the Heart Demon Tribulation.”

Wang Jian mentally cataloged the information, his strategic mind already forming the framework of an infiltration plan. “If your husband knows the location, why has he not plundered it already?”

“The restrictions are too severe,” Lin Wanyue explained, shifting her weight slightly, the friction of her thighs rubbing together sending a jolt of heat through her sore core. “The map Hai Kuo acquired contains detailed schematics of the defensive arrays. To bypass the primary seals without triggering the island’s self-destruct matrix, he requires a highly specific team. He needs exactly five individuals, each possessing an exceptionally powerful, highly refined Divine Sense, to synchronize and break the locks simultaneously.”

“Five,” Wang Jian mused. “Who has he recruited?”

“He has been extremely paranoid about sharing the legacy,” she continued. “He only trusts his oldest acquaintances, cultivators who are all at the absolute peak of the Core Formation Realm. Currently, he has secured one ally. Including himself and me, they have a team of three. He is actively, desperately waiting in Abyssal Pearl City to find two more trustworthy experts before they depart for Myriad Refinements Island.”

“What are the physical threats on the island?” Wang Jian pressed, his hand sliding down to firmly cup her right buttock again, ensuring she remained physically tethered to his dominance while she spoke. “Arrays are silent killers. What breathes in that tomb?”

“The True Monarch left behind his most prized spiritual pets,” Lin Wanyue breathed heavily, her face flushing as his fingers squeezed her flesh. “Hai Kuo intends to capture them to bolster the city’s defenses. The apex predator guarding the inner sanctum is a Silver-Horned Lightning Python. It possesses a distinct hint of an ancient, primordial bloodline. It has the potential to grow into an Eighth-Grade Beast, equivalent to an Early Stage Nascent Soul cultivator.”

“And its current strength?”

“It is currently a Peak Seventh-Grade Beast,” she confirmed. “Equivalent to the absolute limit of the Late Stage Core Formation Realm. Furthermore, the outer sectors are heavily infested with swarms of Iron-Carapace Devouring Beetles. They are Sixth and Seventh-Grade insects, possessing incredibly high physical resistance, equivalent to Early and Mid-Stage Core Formation experts.”

Wang Jian listened intently. He looked down at the incredibly hot, sexy woman pressed against his chest. Even bruised and exhausted, her mature, heavy curves were absolutely intoxicating.

“Is your husband truly so generous, Wanyue?” Wang Jian asked, a mocking smile playing on his lips. “Would he genuinely share the legendary legacy of the Profound Iron True Monarch with these outside acquaintances? Wouldn’t he attempt to keep all the Heart Demon artifacts for himself?”

Lin Wanyue exhaled sharply, a bitter sound. “Hai Kuo is a politician before he is a cultivator. He fully intends to betray them if necessary. He has made extensive, lethal preparations. He recently purchased three Eighth-Grade Scorching Sun Talismans at a massive black-market auction, each capable of unleashing an attack equivalent to a Nascent Soul Early Stage strike. He has stockpiled defensive Magic Treasures. His strategy depends entirely on the identities and the raw power of the final two members who join the group.”

Wang Jian fell silent, his brilliant mind processing the variables. A heavily warded island, a paranoid City Lord plotting betrayal, and a legacy containing the exact items he required to elevate his own sluts to the Nascent Soul realm. It was a perfect, highly volatile powder keg, and he fully intended to be the match that ignited it.

He leaned down, pressing his lips against the soft, highly sensitive skin of her neck. He kissed the deep, purple bruises he had left there hours ago, his teeth gently scraping against her collarbone.

“Mnnn…” Lin Wanyue moaned softly, her hands clutching his black robes, completely unable to stop her body from responding to his touch.

Wang Jian’s hands became increasingly active. He slid his left hand entirely inside the bodice of her purple silk gown, explicitly cupping her massive, bare breast. He aggressively kneaded the heavy flesh, pulling the nipple hard enough to make her gasp. His right hand slid beneath the fabric at her waist, finding the bare, incredibly soft skin of her plump buttocks, explicitly avoiding her sore pussy, knowing her body needed to recover before he forcefully broke her again.

“You are going to help me, Wanyue,” Wang Jian murmured against her skin, his breath hot and demanding.

“Help you… do what?” she whimpered, her mind clouding over as his fingers ruthlessly manipulated her sensitive pleasure points.

“You are going to convince your husband to let my group join the expedition,” Wang Jian ordered.

Lin Wanyue’s eyes snapped open, fighting through the haze of arousal. “What? No, he would never agree. He is incredibly paranoid. If you show up with your terrifying aura, he will assume you are an assassin sent by the Holy Nether Sea Organization.”

“I did not say I would arrive as a conquering warlord,” Wang Jian chuckled, pinching her nipple sharply. “We will be subtle. Among my retinue, Mu Lianhua and Shangguan Wan’er are at the absolute peak of the Core Formation Realm. Hua Yimei, Shen Mengqi, and myself all possess incredibly powerful, heavily refined Divine Senses. We are perfectly suited to break the True Monarch’s restrictions.”

He pulled back slightly, forcing her to look at him.

“You will return to the City Lord’s mansion,” Wang Jian instructed, outlining the deception. “You will tell Hai Kuo that you have found the final members required for the team. You will introduce my women not as a unified, suspicious faction, but as individual, unaffiliated rogue cultivators. Tell him you encountered them separately during your routine trade negotiations in the outer markets, exchanging rare pills and artifacts for spirit stones. Present them as greedy mercenaries willing to risk their lives for a share of the loot.”

“And… and what about you?” Lin Wanyue asked, her breathing ragged, her massive breasts heaving heavily in his grasp.

“Me?” Wang Jian smiled, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. “You will introduce me simply as the devoted Dao Companion of one of these women. A quiet, supportive partner tagging along for protection. I will suppress my aura completely. Your husband will focus entirely on the threat of the Peak Core Formation experts and completely ignore the man standing behind them.”

Lin Wanyue felt a chill run down her spine, not from fear, but from the sheer, terrifying brilliance of his scheme. He was going to walk directly into the City Lord’s inner circle, completely undetected, positioning himself perfectly to seize the entire legacy and slaughter anyone who stood in his way.

“If he discovers the deception…” Lin Wanyue hesitated, the lingering fear of her husband’s authority trying to surface.

“He won’t,” Wang Jian stated with absolute, terrifying certainty. His hand slid down from her buttocks, trailing deliberately close to the wet, slick entrance of her pussy, making her thighs tremble violently. “Unless, of course, you decide to betray me, my beautiful slut.”

“I… I cannot betray you,” Lin Wanyue moaned, squeezing her thighs together, desperately craving the touch he was intentionally withholding. “My body… it belongs to you now. I will do exactly as you say. I will convince him. I swear it.”

“Good,” Wang Jian praised, pulling his hands out from beneath her silk gown. He stepped back, leaving her completely bereft of his scorching Yang heat, her body aching with intense, unfulfilled need.

“We return to Abyssal Pearl City immediately,” Wang Jian commanded, turning toward the center of the clearing where his other three beauties were waiting, having completed the disassembly of the Void-Sealing Hexagram Array.

“Master,” Lin Wanyue called out softly, her voice laced with a mixture of aristocratic pride and desperate, heavy lust.

Wang Jian paused, looking back at her.

Lin Wanyue stood tall, her massive breasts straining against the purple silk, her beautiful face flushed. “You have ruined me. You have taken my son’s loyalty and shattered my marriage. But understand this… I expect you to fulfill your promises. When we return to your private chambers… I expect you to discipline me again. This body… it aches for your punishment.”

Wang Jian laughed, a booming, deeply satisfied sound that echoed across the dark ocean. The City Lord’s wife was truly, completely broken.

“Oh, do not worry, Wanyue,” Wang Jian promised, his dark eyes burning with immense, predatory anticipation. “Once your delicate vessel has healed from the initial breaching, the second round will make you forget that you ever possessed a name. Now, walk.”

The five figures vanished into the shifting coastal fog, returning to the neon-lit labyrinth of the city, perfectly positioned to execute the grand heist of Myriad Refinements Island.