Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

As Jessica's lips pressed against Wang Jian's, the tension in the air became electric.

Her body melted into his, surrendering to the intensity of his touch.

Wang Jian's hands immediately found her waist, gripping her firmly as their kiss deepened.

Jessica's breaths became heavy, her pulse quickening as desire flooded her senses.

She clung to him, her mind reeling from everything that had just unfolded.

The sight of Jake lying unconscious on the floor was already fading from her mind, replaced by the overwhelming need she felt for Wang Jian.

Without breaking the kiss, Wang Jian pushed her back against the desk, lifting her onto it as his hands roamed over her body.

He could feel her yielding to him completely, and that only stoked the fire inside him.

With swift precision, he began undressing her, peeling away her clothes as if they were mere barriers between them and what was about to happen.

Jessica gasped as Wang Jian's hands moved across her skin, his touch rough yet precise, eliciting shivers of pleasure.

His fingers danced across her breasts, squeezing and kneading, causing her to arch her back in response.

She reached up, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him pressed against her.

Her breaths came in shallow pants as she whispered his name between moans.

Wang Jian's shirt was off in a flash, and Jessica's hands eagerly explored his toned chest and muscular arms.

The raw power in his body sent her pulse racing.

He was unlike anyone she had ever been with, a man who exuded dominance in every movement.

He grabbed her legs, spreading them apart as he positioned himself between her thighs.

Jessica whimpered in anticipation, her hips instinctively moving to meet his.

Wang Jian's hands slid up her thighs, his fingers brushing against her wetness as he prepared to take her.

He paused for a brief moment, savoring the control he had over her, and then, without warning, he thrust into her with brutal force.

Jessica cried out in pleasure, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as Wang Jian set a relentless pace.

He drove into her over and over again, his movements precise and calculated to bring her to the edge of ecstasy.

The desk shook beneath them, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the empty classroom.

Wang Jian's gaze was locked on Jessica's face, watching her expressions shift from shock to pleasure to pure bliss.

Her body responded to him in ways that made him feel even more powerful—every moan, every gasp, every arch of her back was proof that he was in complete control of her.

Jessica's body trembled as Wang Jian lifted her from the desk, spinning her around and bending her over the desk.

He entered her from behind with the same forceful rhythm, and she moaned louder, her fingers gripping the wooden surface as her body rocked forward with each thrust.

Wang Jian's hands slid up her back, pulling her hair back as he slammed into her over and over.

His grip on her tightened as he picked up the pace, pushing her closer to the edge.

Jessica's cries echoed through the classroom as her orgasm built, the pressure inside her mounting until she couldn't hold back any longer.

With a final, powerful thrust, Jessica's body exploded in pleasure.

Her legs shook uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.

Wang Jian didn't slow down—he continued pounding into her, riding out her orgasm as he chased his own release.

When he finally reached his peak, he grunted, burying himself deep inside her as his climax tore through him.

He held her tightly, his body trembling as the pleasure consumed him.

But he wasn't done yet.

Wang Jian pulled out of Jessica, flipping her over and lifting her onto the desk again.

He entered her once more, this time taking her in a new position with her legs wrapped around his waist.

He fucked her hard and fast, his hips slamming into hers with brutal intensity.

Jessica gasped and moaned, her body already oversensitive from the first round of pleasure.

She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as he fucked her relentlessly.

Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, pushing her to the brink of another orgasm.

Wang Jian's stamina was seemingly endless.

He moved Jessica into position after position, each one designed to maximize his pleasure while driving her wild.

He lifted her off the desk, holding her in the air as he pounded into her.

He pressed her up against the wall, her legs wrapped around him as he took her with the same ferocity.

He laid her down on the floor and mounted her, pinning her wrists above her head as he dominated her completely.

The hours blurred together as Wang Jian continued to ravage Jessica.

They moved from position to position, their bodies slick with sweat as they fucked all night long.

Jessica lost track of time—everything outside of the two of them seemed to disappear.

It was just her and Wang Jian, caught in a whirlwind of raw desire and pure, animalistic lust.

By the time dawn began to break, they were both utterly spent.

Jessica's body was sore and trembling, her mind hazy with exhaustion and pleasure.

Wang Jian, however, looked as powerful and in control as ever.

He stood over her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he took in the sight of her lying on the floor, completely undone by him.

Jessica gazed up at him, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

Despite everything, she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of devotion to him.

He had shown her a side of himself that no one else had ever seen—strong, dominant, and utterly irresistible.

In that moment, she knew she was his.

Wang Jian's conquest of Jessica was complete; her devotion was his, her body yielded to his every whim.

But as much as the nights of raw passion with Jessica fed his hunger for control, it wasn't enough.

His mind was already drifting back to Bella.

She remained elusive, like a prize just out of reach.

Though he had gotten her to his flat, though she felt safe around him, she still hadn't fallen completely into his grasp.

Wang Jian knew he had to push further—he needed something grand, something monumental that would tip the scales and make her see him as the man she couldn't live without.

An idea began to form in his mind, dark and twisted, but foolproof in its scale.

He needed an event that would shake Bella to her core, something that would leave her vulnerable and dependent on him.

That was when the seed of his next plan sprouted—something more sinister, more dangerous than ever before.

It was time for the stage to be set for an act that would turn him from a mere classmate into a savior in Bella's eyes.

Wang Jian had already built up a vast network of contacts in the shadowy corners of the internet.

Through the dark web, he could reach people capable of orchestrating chaos on a grand scale—dangerous men who thrived on fear and violence.

Wang Jian knew he could manipulate these elements to serve his own purposes, and with his mind made up, he initiated contact with an underground terrorist cell through dark web.

They were brutal, ruthless, and willing to do anything for the right price.

Through encrypted messages and hidden transactions, Wang Jian set the wheels in motion.

His plan was simple yet devastating—an attack on the college.

It would be a carefully staged event, one that placed everyone in mortal danger but would allow him to rise as the hero who saved the day.

It was risky, but the potential payoff was enormous.

The night before the planned attack, Wang Jian stood in his room, staring at the reflection in the mirror.

He had already arranged everything—his contacts would carry out the assault while keeping him informed through covert means.

The college would become a warzone, and in the chaos, Bella and the other women would see him as their protector, their savior.

His plan was diabolical, and the anticipation made his heart race.

The morning light filtered through the large windows of the college campus, casting a warm glow over the bustling courtyard.

Students moved from building to building, some chattering excitedly about upcoming exams, others immersed in their own thoughts.

Among them was Wang Jian, standing near a tree, observing the daily routine unfold.

His eyes, however, weren't on the students—they were locked onto Bella, who walked gracefully through the halls, her figure exuding the kind of elegance that made her stand out.

Bella was teaching a literature class that day, her favorite subject.

She stood in front of her students, her voice confident yet soothing, guiding them through an analysis of a classic novel.

But while Bella was engrossed in her lesson, completely unaware, something sinister was about to unfold just outside her classroom.