Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 447 Conquering The Angel Race (2)

Wang Jian, observing the eagerness and determination in the eyes of the Angels, acknowledged the urgency of their situation. He understood that time was of the essence, and traditional methods of dual cultivation would be time-consuming if he had to heal each Angel individually.

In a decisive moment, Wang Jian's eyes glinted with an idea. "If we proceed one by one, it will consume a significant amount of time, time we can't afford to waste. I have a more efficient solution," he declared.

With a wave of his hand, the air around him seemed to ripple, and suddenly, the hall was filled with thousands of Wang Jian True Clones. Each clone was an exact replica of him, and, astonishingly, Wang Jian managed them collectively with a single consciousness. The sheer mental and spiritual power required for such a feat was a testament to his formidable abilities.

Wang Jian's true clones swiftly took charge, each clone accompanying three Angels to designated chambers within the Angelic Sky City. The atmosphere shifted as the Angels followed their clones, the anticipation of the unknown mingling with their determination.

In a daring move, one of Wang Jian's true bodies joined the Archangels, leading them to a grand chamber chosen for the night's events. Archangel Seraphim, Raphael, and the other Archangels followed, their expressions a mix of curiosity and readiness.

The grand chamber, adorned with celestial motifs and soft ambient light, became the backdrop for a night that defied the conventions of the Angel Race. The Archangels, once revered for their purity and virtue, now found themselves immersed in a night of debauchery and dual cultivation.

Wang Jian's presence was both commanding and enticing as he guided the Archangels through the intricacies of dual cultivation. The room echoed with whispers of pleasure and exchanged energies, the air heavy with a potent mix of desire and celestial power.

Seraphim, her luminous wings unfurled, experienced a side of herself she had never known. The sensations coursing through her body were intense, the duality of pleasure and spiritual cultivation pushing her beyond the boundaries of the Angelic realm.

Raphael, usually stoic and composed, found himself lost in the whirlwind of passion and power. The union of dual cultivation became a journey of self-discovery, an exploration of limits he had never dared to approach.

As the night unfolded, Wang Jian seamlessly moved between the Archangels, orchestrating a symphony of desires and spiritual enlightenment.

The chamber, witness to the convergence of divine and earthly desires, pulsed with energy as Wang Jian and the Archangels navigated the uncharted territories of pleasure and power.

As the night wore on, the Archangels found themselves swept up in a tempest of passion and spiritual enlightenment. Wang Jian's skilled touch ignited fires within them that they had never known existed. The sensations were intense, the dual cultivation pushing them to the brink of ecstasy.

In the midst of their shared pleasure, Wang Jian revealed a wicked grin. "You know, if I wanted to heal you all, I could easily do so without having sex with you." His eyes flashed with a depraved light as he continued, "However, I wanted to violate all of you, all of these sexy and beautiful angels. That is why I created this lie that you would all get powerful after spending a night with me."

The Archangels gasped in shock at his words, but Wang Jian's rough domination left them no choice.

He took them one by one, roughening their wings and forcing them to submit to his every whim. They begged for mercy, for release, but he only grew more demanding, his touches becoming more intense with each passing moment.

Seraphim found herself pinned beneath him, her wings spread wide and her body aching for release. As he drove into her, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of pleasure and shame at her own depravity.

Angelica's luminous wings trembled as she felt his powerful thrusts deep inside her.

Raphael's stoic exterior crumbled under the onslaught of pleasure and power as she was violated again and again.

Uriel watched in awe as her fellow Archangels succumbed to Wang Jian's desires. A part of her wanted to resist, to maintain the purity of their celestial forms. But another part couldn't deny the allure of the sensations that coursed through her body.

Gabriel felt her resolve weakening as she watched the others succumb. Her pure eyes locked with Wang Jian's, pleading for mercy, but it was clear that he was not about to relent.

Throughout the night, Wang Jian took the Archangels to heights of pleasure they had never experienced before. Their spiritual energies intertwined, creating a cacophony of celestial bliss.

The aftermath of that night left the once-virtuous Archangels in a state of physical and mental exhaustion. Their luminous wings, once symbols of purity, now bore the weight of their transgressions, transformed into a deep shade of black that mirrored the darkness that had enveloped them.

In the dim light of the chamber, Wang Jian sat casually, a wicked grin still playing on his lips as he observed the Archangels. The air was thick with a mixture of shame, pleasure, and an unspoken understanding of the transformation that had occurred.

As the Archangels struggled to regain their composure, Wang Jian's eyes sparkled with a depraved light.

"Well, my dear Archangels, I trust you've enjoyed the night. It was quite the experience, wasn't it?" he remarked with a smirk.

Seraphim, still recovering from the night's intense experiences, managed to lock eyes with Wang Jian. There was a mixture of confusion and realization in her gaze. She sensed that something beyond the dual cultivation had transpired.

The Angelic Sky City, once under her command, had shifted allegiance during the night.

Wang Jian, as if reading her thoughts, chuckled. "You might have noticed a shift in authority. Consider the Angelic Sky City under new management."

Seraphim's expression shifted, and her gaze flickered with a mix of defiance and resignation. "What have you done?" she inquired, her voice a delicate whisper.

Wang Jian leaned back, his demeanor nonchalant. "I've simply seized control. Your people will continue to live on the Angelic Sky City, but now, you'll answer to me. You can maintain the facade of leadership, but in reality, you'll be following my commands."

The Archangels, mentally and physically drained, exchanged glances. The weight of the revelation settled upon them as they grappled with the altered dynamics of their existence.

Wang Jian, still wearing his wicked grin, added, "Don't worry. Your secret, the shift in power, will remain between us. The other Angels need not know about this arrangement. It's our little secret."

The Archangels, realizing the inevitability of their new reality, nodded in reluctant acceptance. The shame of their actions during the night mingled with the understanding that their destinies were now intertwined with the whims of Wang Jian.

As they absorbed the weight of the unspoken agreement, Wang Jian rose from his seat, his eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and authority. "Now, let's continue our partnership in ruling over the Angel Race, shall we?"

The aftermath of that night left the entire Angel Race in a state of both physical exhaustion and newfound power. The once pure white wings of the Angels had all turned to the deep darkness of depravity, a visible manifestation of the profound changes that had occurred.

Wang Jian, having harnessed the abilities of the Soul Board, had meticulously healed and strengthened each Angel, pushing them to the very limits of their potential. In the aftermath, the Angelic Sky City buzzed with newfound energy, and the Angels, having spent the night in dual cultivation with Wang Jian, felt an unprecedented surge in their abilities.

For the common Angels, the night had catapulted them to the peak of the Saint Realm cultivation stage, their powers now refined to their maximum potential. The Archangels, on the other hand, experienced an even more profound transformation. Breaking through the boundaries of their former limitations, they ascended to the coveted Immortal Realm cultivation stage. Wang Jian's unique powers had not only enhanced their strength but also broadened the scope of their abilities.

Realizing the urgency of their situation and the impending battle against Jiang Chen, Wang Jian, in a display of his control over the laws of time, manipulated the temporal flow within the bodies of the Angels.

In simple terms, for every second that passed in the external world, their bodies experienced an entire minute. This extraordinary manipulation shortened the anticipated three months of seclusion required for their breakthrough to the Immortal Realm stage to a mere one and a half days.

Wang Jian's mastery over time laws had compressed the temporal constraints, allowing the Angels to emerge from their seclusion with newfound strength in a fraction of the expected time. As the Angels adjusted to their enhanced abilities and the altered flow of time within their bodies, they understood the immense power that Wang Jian wielded.

Within the Angelic Sky City, the Angels marveled at their transformed wings, now a deep shade of darkness that mirrored the night they had spent with Wang Jian. The once-virtuous beings now possessed a dual nature, a duality that mirrored their celestial forms. The city itself pulsed with an otherworldly energy, a testament to the supernatural changes that had transpired.

Wang Jian, observing the result of his actions, addressed the Angels with a casual yet authoritative tone. "You've all undergone a profound transformation. Embrace your newfound strength, for it will serve you well in the battles ahead."

The Angels, still adjusting to the accelerated changes within them, nodded in acknowledgment. The weight of their wings, now symbols of both their depravity and enhanced power, bore testament to the pact they had unwittingly entered with Wang Jian.

As dawn approached, the Angelic Sky City stood as a testament to the extraordinary events that had unfolded.