Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist



After returning to the camp, Wang Jian and Stella bid each other farewell and went their separate ways. Wang Jian, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, made his way to Lady Zhuoran's tent. He approached stealthily, his voice barely above a whisper, as he called out from behind the tent, "Come to my tent."

Lady Zhuoran's voice responded with a soft whimper, "As you command, Master."

Wang Jian swiftly made his way to his own tent, where he took precautions to ensure their intimate encounter would remain a secret.

He carefully placed soundproof talismans around the tent, creating a barrier that would shield their activities from prying eyes and ears.

With the preparations complete, he settled down, eagerly awaiting Lady Zhuoran's arrival.

In truth, Wang Jian had initially desired to spend this night with Hong Meilin, but he understood that her cultivation base required consolidation. As a result, he had turned his attention to Lady Zhuoran as his chosen companion for the evening.

After a short while, Lady Zhuoran entered Wang Jian's tent, draped in a dark robe that concealed her figure.

As she stepped inside, her robe gracefully fell to the ground, revealing a form-fitting dress that accentuated her curves, particularly emphasizing her generous cleavage.

Her five silver tails, tinged with an air of anticipation, swayed in excitement for the upcoming encounter.

Wang Jian's eyes roamed over Lady Zhuoran's enticing appearance, a wicked grin playing upon his lips.

"My, my, Lady Zhuoran," he remarked with a hint of lasciviousness, "you truly know how to capture a man's attention. Your beauty is unrivaled, and it seems you're eager to explore the depths of pleasure."

Lady Zhuoran's voice quivered with meekness as she responded, "I live to serve you, Master. Your desires are my utmost priority, and I am ready to fulfill your every wish."

With an impish grin, Wang Jian suggested, "Excellent. Without further delay, why don't we commence with a rejuvenating back massage?"

Wang Jian reclined on his bed, awaiting the soothing touch, while Lady Zhuoran gracefully positioned herself atop him, her ample bosom pressed firmly against his back.

Lady Zhuoran's understanding of Wang Jian's desires led her to choose this intimate approach, employing her breasts rather than her hands to satiate his carnal cravings.

Each stroke of her supple flesh, separated by a thin layer of fabric that tantalizingly shielded her rosy nipples, sent delightful shivers coursing through Wang Jian's body, prompting him to savor the experience with a moistened lip.

The tantalizing massage continued its alluring course, testing the limits of Wang Jian's self-discipline as his yearnings grew increasingly insurmountable.

In due time, the balance of power shifted, rendering Lady Zhuoran supine beneath the ardent weight of Wang Jian's desire. The garments that once adorned their forms lay discarded, revealing their nakedness in all its provocative glory.

Wang Jian's gaze, laden with a hunger that roamed freely, traversed every inch of Lady Zhuoran's seductive figure, while his pulsating member assertively pressed against the tender contours of her thighs, an undeniable proclamation of its presence.

"Every time I witness you like this, I become more convinced that my decision to choose you over your daughter as my secret mistress couldn't have been more correct," Wang Jian whispered these depraved words with a smile.

Lady Zhuoran, despite her inner turmoil, mustered a bitter response, concealing the tumultuous emotions swirling within her. "...And I cherish these moments with you," she replied, her voice laced with both longing and a hint of resignation.

As their bodies intertwined, Wang Jian's hands possessed an almost supernatural allure, encompassing her ample curves, teasing and caressing her sensitive flesh. Every touch, every pinch, and every twist unleashed waves of pleasure that consumed Lady Zhuoran's being, rendering her powerless to resist the intoxicating sensations.

A dance of intimacy unfolded as Wang Jian's mouth descended upon Lady Zhuoran's breast, tracing patterns with his skillful tongue while his other hand expertly explored the contours of her remaining mound. A delicate balance between pleasure and pain played out, leaving indelible marks upon her flesh, symbolic of their clandestine connection.

Despite the familiarity that came from their past encounters, the heightened ecstasy Lady Zhuoran experienced with Wang Jian never failed to surprise her. Each encounter pushed the boundaries of pleasure, surpassing all prior experiences and leaving her breathless, lost in a world of unimaginable sensations.

As minutes turned into an eternity, Lady Zhuoran succumbed to an overwhelming climax, her body quivering with rapturous delight. Her vocal expressions of ecstasy echoed through the intimate space they shared, a testament to the depths of pleasure she had reached.

"To think that you experienced such intense pleasure even before I entered you, my dear maid. Were you truly that enthralled?" he inquired, his fingers delicately pinching one nipple while his teeth tugged playfully at the other.

"Aaahhhh…Ahh…Soo good….Ahhh…" Lady Zhuoran's voice escaped her lips in a symphony of pure ecstasy, her body undulating with unbridled delight. Moans and gasps spilled forth uncontrollably, betraying the magnitude of her pleasure.

Yet, despite the overwhelming release, Lady Zhuoran remained unsated. A fervent hunger danced within her eyes, her gaze beseeching Wang Jian for more.

Lady Zhuoran spoke, "Milord…I want it. I want your thing inside me."

"To think that my dear maid wants her master's member inside of her," Wang Jian, his eyes gleaming with a sinister allure, acknowledged her plea in a voice laced with dark desire.

"Yes, Milord. I yearn for it. I truly crave it... I... I want to surrender myself to this bliss," Lady Zhuoran pleaded, her voice a delicate fusion of vulnerability and pleasure.

In a seamless motion, Wang Jian's member pierced Lady Zhuoran's core, delving to the depths of her being. The pulsating walls of her core enveloped him with a sublime tightness, eliciting immense pleasure from the depths of his being.

As Wang Jian's hands skillfully explored the contours of her voluptuous breasts, their tender touch ignited a flame of passion that burned brighter with each passing moment.

Every caress, every gentle stroke, heightened the symphony of pleasure resonating within Lady Zhuoran. It was an intoxicating blend of sensations, a merging of bodies and desires that transcended the ordinary.

Their lips met in a fervent kiss, their tongues dancing in a sensual rhythm. In this intimate exchange, their connection deepened, their union becoming an expression of their rawest desires.

With each powerful thrust, their bodies fused in a dance of ecstasy, a harmonious symphony of pleasure that eclipsed the boundaries of time and space.

As time seemed to stand still, Lady Zhuoran's senses heightened, signaling her imminent release. Simultaneously, Wang Jian's own pleasure surged, bringing them closer to a shared climax.

Finally, their passion climaxed in unison. Their bodies quivered with waves of pleasure as they surrendered to the overwhelming sensations coursing through them. Lady Zhuoran's essence mingled with Wang Jian's, creating an intimate union that left them both breathless.

Wang Jain soon pulled his member drenched by a mixture of fluids.

With a wicked grin on his face, Wang Jian guided Lady Zhuoran to turn around, positioning her in a way that accentuated her curves.

As her soft buttocks and five silver tails pressed against him, her breasts delicately touching the bed, he couldn't resist the temptation to explore further.

Wang Jian's hands caressed Lady Zhuoran's buttocks, relishing their plumpness and warmth. As his desire surged once more, he positioned himself against her wetness, aching to delve into the depths of her passion once again.

Without hesitation, he entered her, his movements becoming more intense and driven. The rhythm of their bodies intensified, each thrust igniting a symphony of pleasure and desire.

His touch on her supple buttocks was a mixture of passion and dominance, igniting a delicious blend of sensations.

As he spanked her firmly, Lady Zhuoran's pleasure intensified, her moans of delight resonating through the tent, echoing in a symphony of shared ecstasy.

Fortunately, the meticulously crafted soundproof charms ensured that not a single sound escaped their intimate sanctuary.

Otherwise, the entire camp might have been privy to the enraptured melodies of Lady Zhuoran's pleasure-filled gasps and moans, which echoed with unrestrained fervor.

Lady Zhuoran and Wang Jian continued their passionate tryst throughout the night, their bodies entangled in a dance of raw desire and unquenchable lust.

The hours slipped away as they surrendered themselves to the intoxicating pleasure that consumed them.

Their moans and whispers filled the air, punctuated by the rhythmic sound of their bodies colliding in fervent union.

The tent became a haven for their deepest fantasies, where inhibitions dissolved, and primal instincts reigned supreme.

Between breathless gasps, Lady Zhuoran's voice trembled with ecstasy.

"Master, please... don't stop. Take me to the edge, over and over again," she pleaded, her words laced with both vulnerability and insatiable craving.

Wang Jian reveled in the power he held over Lady Zhuoran. His voice dripped with sadistic pleasure as he growled, "You are mine to ravish, to dominate."

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, a symphony of desire that intensified with every thrust and caress. With each passing moment, their connection deepened, their union becoming an expression of their darkest passions.

As the night wore on, their bodies glistening with sweat and their breaths ragged, they continued to explore the boundaries of pleasure.

Wang Jian's hands roamed over Lady Zhuoran's curves, teasing and tantalizing, pushing her further into a state of ecstasy.

Lady Zhuoran's moans became more desperate, her body writhing under the weight of unrelenting pleasure.

"Yes, Master, more... I need more," she pleaded, her voice filled with a mix of pain and pleasure.

Wang Jian, driven by his insatiable hunger, increased the intensity of his movements, thrusting deeper and faster, taking Lady Zhuoran to the precipice of bliss.

His words dripped with sinister delight as he whispered into her ear, "You're mine, my plaything. Surrender to me completely."

With the first rays of dawn gently peeking through the tent, their bodies finally reached their climax.

In one final moment of euphoria, they found release, their cries of elation blending with the hushed whispers of morning.

As the night drew to a close, their bodies intertwined and sated, Lady Zhuoran and Wang Jian rested in a state of blissful contentment.

The air hung heavy with the lingering essence of their passionate connection.