Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist
Chapter Summary
Bella moaned softly against his lips, her body arching into his touch as he pulled her closer, his hands exploring every inch of her soft, warm skin. Bella found herself clinging to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling. Wang Jian's hand had not moved from her thigh, and every now and then, his fingers would brush against her in a way that made her heart race.
Wang Jian wasted no time.
His hand moved with practiced ease, slipping her panties down her legs as he kissed her deeply.
Bella moaned softly against his lips, her body arching into his touch as he pulled her closer, his hands exploring every inch of her soft, warm skin.
They moved together slowly at first, savoring the intimacy of the moment.
Wang Jian's kisses were tender, his touch gentle as he worshiped her body.
But as their passion grew, so did the intensity of their movements.
Bella found herself clinging to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling.
When it was over, they lay tangled together beneath the sheets, their bodies still warm and flush from their lovemaking.
Bella rested her head on Wang Jian's chest, her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath.
"You're insatiable," she whispered, her voice filled with both awe and affection.
Wang Jian chuckled softly, his hand stroking her hair.
"I can't help it," he replied, his tone playful.
"Not when you're so perfect.
"Bella blushed deeply, hiding her face against his chest.
"You're terrible," she mumbled, though her tone was light.
Later that day, they found themselves at an exclusive restaurant in the heart of the city.
The ambiance was elegant and refined, with soft candlelight flickering on every table and the gentle hum of classical music filling the air.
Bella had dressed up for the occasion, wearing a form-fitting black dress that accentuated her curves, while Wang Jian looked dashing in a tailored suit.
As they sat at a secluded booth near the back of the restaurant, Bella couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious.
She wasn't used to such lavish surroundings, and though she looked the part, she still felt slightly out of place.
"You look stunning," Wang Jian whispered as he leaned in closer to her.
His hand rested on her thigh under the table, and Bella's breath hitched slightly at the warmth of his touch.
"T-Thank you," she murmured, her cheeks flushing with both pride and embarrassment.
She glanced around the restaurant, hoping that no one could see how close Wang Jian was sitting to her, or the way his hand was slowly inching higher up her leg.
They ordered their meals—filet mignon for Wang Jian and lobster for Bella—and for a while, they talked and laughed, enjoying the fine food and each other's company.
But as the evening wore on, Bella began to notice the familiar heat building between them.
Wang Jian's hand had not moved from her thigh, and every now and then, his fingers would brush against her in a way that made her heart race.
"W-Wang Jian," she whispered, glancing around nervously.
"We're in public...
"Wang Jian grinned, his eyes dark with mischief.
"So?
" he replied, his voice low and teasing.
"No one's paying attention to us.
"Bella swallowed hard, her body responding to his touch despite her embarrassment.
She wanted to protest, to tell him to stop, but the desire in his eyes was too powerful to resist.
And deep down, she found herself wanting it just as much as he did.
"Wang Jian...
" she breathed, her voice trembling slightly.
"Just relax," Wang Jian whispered, his hand slipping further up her thigh.
"No one will notice.
"Before Bella could protest any further, Wang Jian leaned in and kissed her, his lips capturing hers in a heated embrace.
Bella gasped softly against his mouth, her body trembling as his hand continued its slow, teasing exploration under the table.
She knew she should stop him.
They were in a public place, after all, and the thought of someone catching them made her heart race with both fear and excitement.
But Wang Jian's touch was irresistible, and soon she found herself giving in to the fire that burned between them.
They moved slowly at first, careful not to attract too much attention.
Wang Jian's hand slipped under her dress, caressing her in a way that made Bella's breath hitch in her throat.
She bit her lip, trying to stifle the soft moans that threatened to escape as his fingers explored her most sensitive spots.
"W-Wang Jian...
" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"We can't...
we shouldn't...
"But Wang Jian silenced her with another kiss, his lips moving hungrily against hers as his hand worked its magic.
Bella's body responded to his touch, her legs trembling under the table as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
She clung to him, her fingers gripping the edge of the table as she tried to maintain her composure.
When it was over, Bella was breathless, her cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and satisfaction.
She glanced around the restaurant, relieved to see that no one had noticed their little indiscretion.
"Wang Jian," she mumbled, her voice soft and filled with affection.
"You're terrible.
"Wang Jian grinned, his eyes filled with satisfaction.
"Maybe," he replied, his tone playful.
"But you love it.
"Bella blushed even harder, but she couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips.
"You're impossible," she said, shaking her head.
The next day, Wang Jian took Bella to a luxurious golf course just outside the city.
The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the rolling green hills.
Bella had never played golf before, and she felt a bit awkward as she stood on the green, clutching the golf club nervously.
"You're doing great," Wang Jian said with a smile as he stood behind her, guiding her hands on the club.
"Just relax and swing.
"Bella blushed deeply as she felt Wang Jian's strong body press against hers.
His hands were warm on hers, and she could feel the heat of his breath on the back of her neck.
Her heart raced as he guided her through the swing, his chest pressing against her back in a way that made her knees feel weak.
"I'm not very good at this," Bella admitted with a nervous laugh.
Wang Jian chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her ear.
"That's okay," he whispered.
"I'm enjoying this more than the game.
"Bella's breath caught in her throat as Wang Jian's hands slipped down to her waist, pulling her closer to him.
She could feel his desire growing, and before she knew it, he had led her off to a secluded part of the golf course, hidden from view by a cluster of trees.
"W-Wang Jian," Bella stammered, her voice filled with both anticipation and nervousness.
The secluded part of the golf course was peaceful, far enough from the main greens that Wang Jian and Bella could enjoy some privacy.
The trees swayed gently in the warm breeze, casting dappled shadows on the soft grass.
Wang Jian, with his mischievous grin, pulled Bella into the shade, his hands still lingering on her waist.
He looked down at her, his gaze filled with playful intensity.
Bella's face flushed as she glanced around nervously.
"Wang Jian, someone might see us," she whispered, though her voice lacked the conviction it once had.
The thrill of their stolen moments had become addictively exhilarating, and she felt her body already responding to the familiar heat building between them.
Wang Jian chuckled, his hands moving up to rest on her shoulders, gently pushing her back against one of the trees.
"Don't worry," he murmured, his voice low and soothing.
"We're completely hidden here.
" His eyes darkened with lust as his hands traveled lower, sliding down her arms and then slipping around her waist.
He pressed his body against hers, feeling the softness of her curves against his chest.
Bella inhaled sharply, her hands resting on his chest as if to push him away, but she didn't.
Her heart raced as Wang Jian leaned down, his lips brushing her ear before trailing soft kisses down her neck.
"W-Wang Jian...
" she stammered, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
"Hmm?
" Wang Jian hummed softly against her skin, his lips trailing lower until they reached the neckline of her blouse.
His hands, ever so skilled, slipped under the fabric, caressing the smooth skin of her sides before moving upwards.
Bella's breath hitched as his hands found her breasts, cupping them through her bra.
Wang Jian groaned softly, clearly enjoying the feel of her large breasts in his hands.
"I can't get enough of you," he whispered against her skin, his fingers tracing the edges of her bra before slipping beneath it.
Bella gasped, her hands clutching his shoulders for support as his thumbs brushed over her sensitive nipples.
"So perfect...
" Wang Jian continued, his voice filled with awe and desire.
Bella bit her lip, her face burning with both embarrassment and pleasure.
Wang Jian had a way of making her feel completely exposed and yet completely adored at the same time.
She had never felt anything like it before—this overwhelming need to be closer to him, to give in to the fire that seemed to ignite whenever he touched her.
"Wang Jian...
" she whispered, her voice trembling as he continued to explore her body.
"We shouldn't...
Not here...
"But Wang Jian only smiled, his lips finding hers in a heated kiss.
"Why not?
" he murmured against her mouth.
"There's no one here but us.
" His hands slipped beneath her blouse, pushing it up and over her head in one swift motion.
Bella shivered as the cool breeze brushed against her exposed skin, but the heat of Wang Jian's touch quickly chased away the chill.