Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist
Chapter Summary
Wang Jian felt his heart pounding in his chest as he scanned the parking lot outside the college, his eyes darting between the vehicles and the unfamiliar men who had stepped out of them. Why are you so—"Before she could finish, Wang Jian grabbed her hand, pulling her sharply toward the parking lot's exit, where a side gate led to the street. Bella shivered at the sensation of his warm breath against her skin, and before she could protest further, Wang Jian's hands roamed down her body, his fing...
Wang Jian felt his heart pounding in his chest as he scanned the parking lot outside the college, his eyes darting between the vehicles and the unfamiliar men who had stepped out of them.
It was the Cazadores de la Sangre—the Blood Hunters, the Spanish gang he had once been a part of.
The same gang he had betrayed, leaving behind a storm of violence and unfinished business.
Bella, standing beside him, sensed his tension and whispered, "Wang Jian, what's going on?
Who are they?
Why are you so—"Before she could finish, Wang Jian grabbed her hand, pulling her sharply toward the parking lot's exit, where a side gate led to the street.
His movements were quick and precise, as if every second counted.
"Keep quiet and follow me," he ordered, his voice low but firm.
Bella, wide-eyed and confused, stumbled along behind him.
"But—who are they?
What's happening?
" she pressed, her voice tinged with concern.
Without breaking stride, Wang Jian glanced over his shoulder, his eyes dark with frustration.
"I said quiet.
" He growled, his free hand coming down swiftly to smack Bella's curvy buttocks through her tight skirt.
The sharp sound of the slap startled her, making her gasp in shock.
Her eyes widened at his sudden dominance, her mouth slightly agape.
"W-Wang Jian…" she stammered, her cheeks flushing both from the sting of the smack and the strange, electrifying thrill that shot through her body.
He had never been this aggressive with her before, and though she was taken aback, something deep inside her stirred with excitement.
Wang Jian, focused entirely on getting them out of the college unseen, didn't stop to address her reaction.
His grip on her hand tightened as they weaved through the less populated areas of the campus, heading toward a nearby exit that was typically overlooked.
Once they were outside, Wang Jian led Bella down a narrow side street that was lined with small shops and cafes, his pace unrelenting.
Bella hurried to keep up, still trying to piece together what was happening.
"You can't just hit me and not explain anything," she huffed, though her voice was softer now, more curious than upset.
"I'll explain later," Wang Jian said tersely, his eyes constantly scanning their surroundings.
"For now, just trust me.
"Bella fell silent, though her mind raced.
This side of Wang Jian was new to her—this assertive, almost dangerous version of him.
And strangely enough, she found herself attracted to it, despite the confusion.
She let him lead her down the street, eventually stopping in front of a nearby hotel, one of the more discreet and expensive places in the area.
"We're staying here for the night," Wang Jian announced, pulling her inside the lobby.
Bella was about to ask why, but she caught the look in his eyes—there was no room for questions, at least not now.
He was clearly on edge, and she knew better than to push him in this state.
Once they had checked into a room, Wang Jian closed the door behind them and exhaled deeply.
Bella, still reeling from everything, turned to face him.
"Wang Jian, you need to tell me what's going on.
Who were those men?
Why did we leave so suddenly?
"Instead of answering, Wang Jian walked up to her, his hand sliding possessively around her waist.
Bella's heart skipped a beat as he pulled her close, his lips brushing against her ear.
"I told you not to ask questions," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.
Bella shivered at the sensation of his warm breath against her skin, and before she could protest further, Wang Jian's hands roamed down her body, his fingers slipping under her shirt, tracing the curves of her waist.
He kissed her neck, his lips leaving a trail of heat in their wake as his hands slid up to cup her breasts.
"Wang Jian…" Bella breathed, her voice wavering as he expertly unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor.
His fingers found her nipples, teasing and pinching them gently, making her moan softly despite herself.
Wang Jian smirked, his lips moving to capture hers in a deep, hungry kiss.
Bella's thoughts became hazy, her body responding instinctively to his touch.
Whatever questions she had seemed to melt away as his hands explored her voluptuous form, pulling her deeper into the intoxicating haze of their shared passion.
---Meanwhile, back at the college, the Cazadores de la Sangre were making their presence known.
The gang members, clad in leather jackets and speaking in harsh, clipped Spanish, were interrogating students and faculty alike.
One particularly burly man grabbed a student by the collar, his dark eyes narrowing.
"Where's Wang Jian?
" he demanded, his voice thick with a Spanish accent.
"He's here, we know it.
"The student, terrified, stammered, "I—I don't know!
I haven't seen him today!
"The gang member grunted, tossing the student aside like a rag doll before moving on to the next victim.
Another group of the gang members headed toward the security office, where they began combing through the college's camera footage, hoping to find any trace of Wang Jian.
As they watched the video clips, they caught glimpses of him—entering the college that morning, walking through the halls.
But then, in the middle of the footage, he seemed to vanish.
The cameras didn't pick up his exit, nor could they see which direction he had gone.
"Where the hell did he go?
" one of the men muttered in frustration, rewinding the footage for the third time.
"He was here, but now...
nothing.
"They scoured the footage, but it was as if Wang Jian had disappeared into thin air.
What they didn't realize was that he and Bella had left through one of the blind spots in the camera system, slipping away unnoticed.
Growing impatient, the leader of the group, a tall man with a scar running down his cheek, barked an order.
"Forget the cameras.
Search his dorm.
He's bound to have something there—maybe even what we're looking for.
"The gang members wasted no time.
They stormed through the college, heading straight for Wang Jian's hostel.
Once inside, they tore through his belongings, searching every corner of the room for the video camera that had led them here in the first place.
But after nearly an hour of searching, they found nothing.
"Damn it!
" one of them cursed, slamming a drawer shut in frustration.
"It's not here.
"The leader frowned, his dark eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"It must be with him," he said, his voice cold and dangerous.
"He's got the camera on him.
We need to find him before he disappears again.
"---Back at the hotel, Wang Jian was making sure Bella had no opportunity to question him further.
The luxurious suite they had rented was spacious, complete with a large bed, a jacuzzi, and a breathtaking view of the city skyline.
But Wang Jian's attention was focused entirely on Bella.
He had already undressed her, his hands exploring every inch of her voluptuous body as he kissed her deeply.
Bella, lost in the intensity of his touch, moaned softly as he guided her toward the bed.
"Wang Jian…" she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.
"Shh," he hushed her gently, his lips moving down her neck, across her collarbone, until they reached her breasts.
His hands cupped them, squeezing them firmly as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently.
Bella arched her back, a soft cry escaping her lips as pleasure surged through her.
Wang Jian grinned, his tongue teasing her sensitive skin as he moved from one breast to the other, worshipping her curves with his mouth and hands.
Bella's fingers tangled in his hair, her body trembling under his skilled touch.
As the night wore on, Wang Jian made sure to enjoy every part of Bella's voluptuous form.
They moved from the bed to the bathroom, where the large jacuzzi beckoned.
He turned on the jets, filling the tub with warm water before pulling Bella into the bubbling bath with him.
In the water, Wang Jian's hands continued their exploration, caressing Bella's hips, her thighs, and every curve in between.
He pressed her against the side of the tub, his hands squeezing her curvy buttocks as he kissed her deeply, their bodies entwined beneath the water.
Bella gasped, her breath catching as Wang Jian's fingers found their way between her legs, teasing her until she could barely think straight.
She gripped the edge of the tub, her body shaking as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy again and again, his touch relentless and skilled.
By the time they finally returned to the bed, Bella was breathless, her body thoroughly exhausted but entirely satisfied.
Wang Jian, ever the dominant lover, pulled her close, kissing her softly as they lay tangled in the sheets.
"Don't worry," he whispered against her lips, his voice low and reassuring.
"Everything's going to be fine.
"Bella, still dazed from their intense night, nodded weakly, trusting him completely—even though she still didn't know the full truth.
For now, that was enough.