Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist



After sealing their sacred bond in the embrace of matrimony, Wang Jian and Stella found themselves nestled within the lofty chamber of the Butterfly Spirit Race, perched atop a majestic tree. This chamber, once solely Stella's sanctuary, now welcomed Wang Jian as her cherished partner.

A grand bed, adorned with delicate and aromatic petals, lay at the heart of the room, their arrangement tracing a heart-shaped path. The chamber itself was a tableau of ethereal beauty, an enchanting realm where love and nature converged in harmonious elegance.

Stella, her cheeks aflame with a rosy hue, beheld the ornate decorations with a mix of bashfulness and delight.

Wang Jian, his eyes alight with mirth and an undertone of playful intrigue, couldn't help but appreciate the effort her comrades had invested in creating this ethereal ambiance.

A light chuckle escaped Wang Jian's lips as he spoke, his gaze unwavering upon Stella. "Your comrades have truly outdone themselves in preparing this enchanting setting. I'll have to extend my gratitude to them."

"Mhm~!" Stella's reply was a soft murmur, an amalgamation of excitement and modesty dancing in her gaze.

As their gazes locked, a magnetic force seemed to draw them closer, their proximity fostering an electric intimacy.

With a tender grace, their lips met in a fervent kiss—a fusion of passion and devotion that left no room for doubt. Their mouths melded, igniting a fervor that mirrored the flames of their shared love.

As they finally parted, their breaths mingling with the heady atmosphere, Wang Jian's touch turned tender yet possessive. He guided Stella to the bed, her own excitement mirrored in her twinkling eyes.

Seated upon the bed, Stella's anticipation grew tangible, her gaze locked onto Wang Jian's with a mixture of innocence and desire. The spark between them ignited anew, propelling them forward with an irresistible force.

Their lips met once more, this time more ardently, a fervent exploration of each other's essence. Tongues danced in a symphony of longing, kindling the flames of their desire.

Amid the soft, shared warmth of their intense passion, Wang Jian's actions took on a purposeful rhythm.

With a gentle but decisive touch, he guided Stella to recline onto the bed, the plush cushions molding around her body in a cocoon of comfort.

His hands embarked on an exploratory journey, traversing every curve and contour of her enticing form.

Beginning with her ample breasts, Wang Jian's fingers lingered over the fabric of her exquisite wedding dress, eliciting a subtle shiver of anticipation.

With a caress that combined tenderness and desire, he traced the soft expanse of Stella's midriff, its enchanting allure captivating his senses. His hands then ventured between her legs, where the wetness signaled her burgeoning arousal.

As their lips parted, Wang Jian's kisses transformed into a symphony of desire. His lips traveled sensually from her cheeks to the elegant slope of her neck, each press of his mouth sending ripples of anticipation down her spine.

Lowering his attention, his kisses continued their descent, a tantalizing exploration that led him to her breasts.

At the same time, his skillful hands moved with purpose, removing the barriers that concealed the captivating allure of Stella's curves.

In the tender space revealed beneath the fabric, Stella's enticing breasts lay bared, crowned by the blush of erect, rosy nipples.

The heat in Wang Jian's gaze intensified as he beheld this vision, his desire igniting like a smoldering ember fanned into a fervent flame.

Giving in to his primal urges, he buried his face between her bosom, the sensation eliciting a cascade of sultry moans from Stella's lips.

Within the room's intimate confines, their desires converged in a dance of fervor and connection, each touch, each sound, an affirmation of their longing.

Amidst the tender fervor that enveloped them, Stella's responses were a delicate symphony of desire. Her fingers, adorned with intricate rings, found their way to Wang Jian's face, tracing the contours of his strong jawline with feather-light touches. Her lips, swollen with anticipation, met his in a series of languid, lingering kisses that spoke of a deeper connection.

Their gazes locked, a silent agreement passing between them. As their breaths mingled, Stella's fingers danced downward, teasingly unfastening the buttons of his attire, one by one. With each button released, her touch grew bolder, grazing his heated skin with the softest of caresses.

As the fabric fell away, revealing his form to her eager eyes, Stella's hands continued their exploration, mapping the plains of his chest and tracing the lines of his muscles. Her lips followed the path her fingers had taken, trailing a path of heated kisses along his jaw, his neck, and the expanse of his chest.

With a whispered request and a coy smile, she guided Wang Jian to shift his position, allowing her to straddle him.

The intensity of their gaze deepened as their bodies melded together in a symphony of desire. Stella's fingers danced across his skin, her touch teasingly sensual as she explored the contours of his body.

As their lips converged once more, an intense amalgamation of their passion, Stella's body gracefully descended, inch by tantalizing inch, until their fervent desires found their culmination in the most sacred of unions.

The sensation that enveloped them was a heady rush of unadulterated pleasure, a profoundly shared moment of vulnerability that cemented their bond as husband and wife, etching up a memory that would forever bind their souls.

Wang Jian approached this moment with the utmost tenderness and care because he knew Stella was a virgin. The overwhelming pleasure that surged through him was unparalleled, a sensation that transcended all else in that instance.

In tandem, Stella's thoughts echoed Wang Jian's. The intensity of their connection was so potent that Wang Jian didn't need to utilize the Blissful Touch technique. And it was at this moment that Stella experienced unbridled pleasure.

With a gentle rhythm, Wang Jian began to increase the pace of his thrusts, ensuring each thrust delved deeper into the most intimate recesses of Stella's being.

After a prolonged journey of shared ecstasy, Wang Jian reached the pinnacle of pleasure, releasing his warmth within Stella. The intimate sensation of his heated essence brought a gentle warmth that enveloped her, a feeling both exhilarating and comforting.

However, their night had only just begun, filled with more rounds of passionate intimacy.

As the hours flowed by, their desire for each other remained unquenchable, leading them to explore a multitude of positions that brought them closer than ever.

By the time the morning light painted the sky, they had engaged in over twenty rounds of lovemaking, each marked by its own unique fervor and tenderness.

Despite the unconventional and daring positions they ventured into, Stella embraced each moment with a fervent enthusiasm.

Her status as the Butterfly Spirit Queen didn't hinder her, as she willingly embraced even the most daring positions to ensure the ultimate satisfaction and pleasure for her beloved partner.

As the events unfolded in the Sacred Dominion and the passionate connection between Wang Jian and Stella deepened, another crucial occurrence was underway in a distant part of the continent. This event would hold the power to reshape the fates of all the inhabitants across the land.

Deep within the perilous heart of the Zhenguan Region stood a colossal dark purple crystal, a beacon of ominous power. Within its crystalline depths was ensnared the form of a demonic being, adorned with formidable horns and an aura that exuded both power and danger.

Had any demon laid eyes upon this figure, astonishment would have painted their faces, for this was none other than Jiang Chen, the formidable Tyrannical Asura Devil Sovereign hailing from the renowned Heavenly Asura Devil Clan—the strongest clan among the four Imperial Devil Clans. His presence was enough to invoke awe among his kin.

To understand Jiang Chen's significance, we must backtrack by about hundreds of thousands of years ago when the Great War between the humans and devils occurred. He had been initially cast out from the Heavenly Asura Devil Clan.

However, through a series of arduous trials and serendipitous encounters, his strength had surged to unprecedented levels.

He ascended to become one of the most formidable warriors within the Immortal Realm, nearly unrivaled in his power.

The only reason he hadn't become an unstoppable force was due to the collective effort of numerous powerful Immortal Realm warriors from the human race who sacrificed themselves to seal him.

Otherwise, Jiang Chen would have claimed dominion over the entire continent with an iron grip.

But today marked the fateful day when the seal imprisoning Jiang Chen would be shattered.

When Jiang Chen was initially sealed, he stood at the pinnacle of the Immortal Realm, just a mere step away from transcending into the revered Transcendent Realm and ascending to a higher realm.

However, the years of his confinement took a toll on his once-mighty power. The seal placed upon him by human experts was ingeniously designed to not only absorb his strength but also impose a multitude of constraints upon him.

The intricacy of this seal demanded the ultimate sacrifice from the human Immortal Realm experts who conceived it. Their lives were forfeited to ensure the seal's enduring strength and flawless functionality.