Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist
Chapter Summary
He gathered his three newly conquered pets—Qiu Yun, Su Ning, and Bai Xue—in his room while Lianhua was resting. Just Wang Jian, his loyal pawn Liu Ruyan, and the unsuspecting, broken queen, Sect Mistress Lianhua, alone in the intimate confines of the small courtyard. I have noticed, Sect Mistress," he admitted slowly, looking down at his hands.
The small rented courtyard, once a sanctuary of recovery, was about to become a stage for Wang Jian's most intricate and depraved performance yet.
It was getting too crowded.
Too many eyes, too many variables.
He needed intimacy to spring his final trap on Lianhua.
He gathered his three newly conquered pets—Qiu Yun, Su Ning, and Bai Xue—in his room while Lianhua was resting.
"This place is too small," he declared, his voice low.
"Having you all here… it's not comfortable.
It cramps my style.
"They looked at him, waiting for orders, their postures submissive.
"You three will rent a separate dwelling nearby," he commanded.
"Stay safe.
Stay hidden.
Maintain your cultivation.
" He paused, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"I will visit you when I can.
When I need… release.
"He wasn't just sending them away to wait idly.
He had plans for them, too.
"And while you're waiting," he added, his eyes gleaming with a lecherous light, "go shopping.
I want you to acquire some… specific attire.
""Attire, Master?
" Su Ning asked softly.
"Yes.
Dancer's silks.
The kind mortal emperors make their sluts wear," he said graphically.
"Things that are barely there.
sheer fabrics that show everything.
Tops that barely cover your nipples, skirts that leave your pussies just a breeze away from being exposed.
I want to see midriffs, hips, everything.
"Bai Xue blushed crimson, but nodded quickly.
"Learn to dance," he continued, his voice dropping to a husky growl.
"Erotic dances.
Learn how to sway those hips, how to shake those tits.
When I visit next, I expect a show before I use you.
"To emphasize his point, he grabbed Qiu Yun, spinning her around and delivering a fierce, stinging smack to her buttocks.
THWACK!
"Ah!
" she gasped, a flush rising on her chest.
He didn't stop there.
He pulled Bai Xue close, kissing her deeply, bruising her mouth, before moving to Su Ning and biting down hard on the soft flesh of her neck, leaving a prominent, red mark.
He finished by grabbing Qiu Yun's breast, his teeth grazing her nipple through her robes, leaving a dull ache that would remind her of him with every step.
"Go now," he dismissed them.
"Wait for my summons.
"They left, a mixture of shame and excited anticipation trailing behind them.
Now, the stage was set.
Just Wang Jian, his loyal pawn Liu Ruyan, and the unsuspecting, broken queen, Sect Mistress Lianhua, alone in the intimate confines of the small courtyard.
For the next few days, Wang Jian played the role of the perfect, repentant gentleman.
He cooked their meals, his culinary skills surprisingly good.
He maintained the defensive arrays around the courtyard, acting as their vigilant guardian.
He treated Lianhua with the utmost respect, bowing when she entered a room, asking after her comfort constantly.
It was a flawless façade, designed to lower her defenses, to make her believe his "lapse in control" truly was a one-time, shameful accident caused by her overwhelming beauty.
Meanwhile, he activated his pawn.
He found Liu Ruyan alone in the small kitchen.
He came up behind her, pressing his hardening length against her buttocks for just a second before stepping back to maintain appearances.
"Ruyan," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
"It's time.
The next phase.
"She turned, her eyes bright with devotion.
"Tell me what to do, Jian.
""You need to act," he instructed.
"You must show your Master that you are falling for me.
Hard.
It has to be subtle at first, then painfully obvious.
Let her see you yearning.
Let her see the 'hero worship' turning into something… dangerously romantic.
"Ruyan nodded, understanding perfectly.
"I can do that.
It won't even be entirely acting.
""Good girl.
"Liu Ruyan began her performance.
It started with small things.
Lingering glances at Wang Jian when she 'thought' Lianhua wasn't looking.
A rush of blood to her cheeks whenever he spoke directly to her.
She would go out of her way to perform small, unnecessary tasks for him—pouring his tea before her Master's, ensuring his favorite seat was always clean.
Lianhua noticed.
Of course she did.
She was a woman who had led a sect for centuries; she knew the signs of infatuation.
It worried her deeply.
Wang Jian was married.
He was Lingshan's husband.
He had saved them, yes, but this...
this could only lead to heartbreak and ruin for her beloved disciple.
Ruyan was too innocent, too naive for a complicated affair with a married man.
The climax of Ruyan's performance came a few nights later.
She requested a private talk with her Master.
They sat in Lianhua's room.
Ruyan fidgeted, looking every inch the lovestruck, confused young girl.
"Teacher...
" she began, her voice trembling.
"I...
I know it's wrong.
I know he has a wife.
Senior Sister Lingshan is my friend.
"Lianhua felt a cold dread pool in her stomach.
"Ruyan, what is it?
""It's...
Wang Jian," Ruyan confessed, looking up with tear-filled, starry eyes.
"He saved us, Teacher.
He's so strong, so kind, so...
noble.
I can't stop thinking about him.
I think...
I think I'm falling in love with him.
"Lianhua gripped her hands together.
"Child, you must not.
He is married.
""I know!
" Ruyan cried softly.
"But...
I don't care about status anymore!
After everything we've been through...
life is too short.
I...
I would even be willing to be his secret mistress.
Just to be near him.
Just to have a small piece of his heart.
Do you think...
do you think he might feel the same?
"This confession alarmed Lianhua more than anything else could have.
Her innocent Ruyan, willing to debase herself as a secret mistress?
It was unthinkable.
She had to protect her disciple from this disastrous path.
Wang Jian, meanwhile, played the oblivious fool perfectly.
He treated Ruyan with a gentle, big-brotherly kindness that, to Lianhua's terrified eyes, only seemed to encourage the girl's infatuation.
The trap was primed.
Lianhua knew she had to act.
She had to speak to Wang Jian, to warn him off before her disciple made a mistake that would ruin her life.
The opportunity came during their next private healing session.
Lianhua was nervous, but her resolve to protect Ruyan gave her strength.
She lay on the bed, partially unclothed as usual for the "deep meridian therapy.
" Wang Jian was kneeling beside her, his hands hovering over her abdomen, his expression one of focused, professional concentration.
"Wang Jian," she began, her voice hesitant but firm.
"I must...
I must speak with you about Ruyan.
"He looked up, his eyes clear.
"Junior Sister Ruyan?
Is something wrong with her cultivation?
Did the escape harm her foundation?
""No, it is not her cultivation," Lianhua said, steeling herself.
"It is her heart.
I believe...
she is developing inappropriate feelings for you.
"Wang Jian frowned slightly, as if this was the first he'd heard of it.
"Feelings?
Surely you are mistaken.
She is just grateful.
""I am not mistaken," Lianhua said sharply.
"She confided in me.
She is infatutated.
Wang Jian, you are a married man.
You must not encourage this.
You must distance yourself from her.
Do not let her become your mistress.
It would ruin her reputation, her future, her very self-respect.
"Wang Jian sighed, a long, heavy sound.
He sat back on his heels, his 'professional' mask slipping to reveal a look of deep, conflicted struggle.
"I...
I have noticed, Sect Mistress," he admitted slowly, looking down at his hands.
"I tried to ignore it.
I tried to be distant, brotherly.
But...
it is difficult.
"Lianhua watched him, wary.
"Difficult how?
"He looked up at her, his dark eyes suddenly intense, filled with a feigned, tortured darkness.
"To be honest with you, Lianhua...
ever since that night...
between us...
"Lianhua flinched at the mention of their shared shame.
"...
my own desires have been...
increasingly difficult to control," he confessed, his voice rough.
"This 'Stellar Qi' I cultivate...
combined with the life-force of the Verdant Essence...
it thrives on intimacy.
It demands it.
Being so close to two beautiful women every day, in this small house, constantly suppressing my nature...
it is a constant, agonizing battle.
"He stood up and began to pace the small room, like a caged animal.
"If Ruyan continues to approach me...
if she looks at me with those eyes...
if she offers herself to me...
I am not sure I will have the strength to refuse her.
My control is fraying, Lianhua.
I am only a man.
"Lianhua was horrified.
He was admitting that he wanted her disciple.
That he might take her.
He stopped pacing.
He turned to look at Lianhua on the bed.
His gaze changed.
It was no longer the respectful junior.
It raked over her body—her heaving chest, her slim waist, the curve of her magnificent, child-bearing hips visible beneath the thin sheet.
He licked his lips, a gesture of blatant, hungry lust.
"Unless...
" he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky growl.
"Unless there was...
another outlet for these desires.
Someone who has already been intimate with me.
Someone whose virtue is...
already compromised.
"Lianhua understood instantly.
The blood drained from her face.
He wanted her instead.
"You...
" she whispered, horrified.
"It's a simple equation," he said coldly, stepping closer to the bed.
"I need release.
The Stellar Qi demands it.
If I don't get it from one, I will likely succumb to the other.
Ruyan is innocent.
You...
you and I already crossed that line.
"She was faced with a terrible, impossible choice.
Let her innocent, beloved disciple fall into the bed of a married man, ruining her future and her heart?
Or sacrifice her own, already-tainted body to satisfy this beast's urges and protect Ruyan?
For Lianhua, who loved Ruyan like a daughter, it wasn't really a choice at all.
"If...
if I do this," she whispered, her voice trembling with a devastating mixture of shame and resolve, "you will leave Ruyan alone?
You swear it?
You will never touch her?
""I swear it," Wang Jian lied, his voice smooth as silk.
Lianhua closed her eyes in defeat.
A single tear escaped, tracking into her hair.
"Very well," she surrendered.
"Take me.
Use me to satiate your...
vile needs.
But Ruyan must never know.
Never.
"Wang Jian internally roared with triumphant laughter.
'Kekeke!
Hook, line, and sinker!
I get the Master AND the disciple, and the Master thinks she's being a noble martyr!
Women and their ridiculous sentimentality!
'"I believe," Wang Jian said aloud, his voice thickening instantly with unmasked lust, "that my desires are becoming uncontrollable right now.
"He stood up and walked to the door, sliding the heavy locking bolt home with a decisive thud.
He turned back to her.
There was no more pretense of healing, no more gentlemanly act.
He was collecting his due.
"Get up," he commanded.
Lianhua slowly rose from the bed, clutching the sheet around her.
"Drop it," he ordered.
She hesitated for a second, then let the sheet fall.
She stood before him, naked, magnificent, and utterly defeated.
Her large breasts rose and fell with her rapid, fearful breathing.
Her wide hips and mature curves were a feast for his eyes.
Wang Jian didn't bother undressing fully.
He just shoved his robes aside, freeing his already rock-hard cock.
He walked over to her.
He didn't embrace her.
He grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around, pushing her roughly against the cold stone wall of the chamber.
"Hands on the wall," he growled.
"Spread your legs.
"She obeyed, her face burning with humiliation as she pressed her palms against the rough stone, spreading her feet.
He stepped in close behind her.
He didn't prepare her.
He didn't care if she was wet or not.
He grabbed her massive hips, his fingers digging brutally into the soft flesh, and thrust forward.
He entered her in one harsh, dry stroke.
"Ah!
" she cried out, pain mixed with the shock of intrusion.
"You agreed to this," he reminded her harshly, beginning to thrust.
"You are my outlet now, Lianhua.
My personal stress relief.
You don't get to complain.
"He fucked her with a raw, punishing rhythm.
His hips slammed against her magnificent buttocks, making the soft flesh jiggle violently with every impact.
He reached around, his hands grabbing her massive, hanging breasts, squeezing them cruelly, his thumbs digging into her nipples.
"So big," he grunted, his breath hot against her neck.
"Better than Ruyan's, aren't they?
Much more to hold onto.
""Please...
don't talk about her...
" Lianhua begged, her head hanging low.
"Why not?
" he taunted, thrusting harder.
"You're doing this for her, aren't you?
Taking this big cock so she doesn't have to?
Such a noble teacher.
"He wanted to degrade her, to cement this new reality in her mind.
She wasn't his lover; she was his cum dump, his whore, sacrificing herself for her student.
But then, the betrayal happened.
Despite her shame, despite her mind screaming in protest...
her body remembered.
It remembered the intense, earth-shattering pleasure he had given it before.
As his thrusts continued, hitting that perfect spot deep inside her, the pain faded, replaced by a familiar, creeping heat.
She found herself pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts.
Her whimpers of pain slowly, traitorously, turned into low moans of pleasure.
Wang Jian felt the change.
He grinned savagely against her neck.
"Like that, do you?
You dirty slut.
Pretending to be noble, but your body loves it.
You love taking my cock.
""No...
I don't...
" she gasped, even as her inner walls clamped down on him.
"Liar," he growled.
He pulled her away from the wall, spinning her around, lifting her leg high over his waist.
He drove into her from the front, watching her face as pleasure overtook her shame.
He fucked her in every position he could think of.
Bent over the bed.
On her back with her legs behind her head.
Kneeling on the floor while he used her face.
Whenever she tried to resist, whenever she showed a hint of her old pride, he crushed it with a single sentence.
"Too much for you, Sect Mistress?
Should I go ask Ruyan instead?
I bet she'd be eager to please me.
"Every time he said it, she would break, instantly submitting, begging him to use her instead.
"No!
No, use me!
Do whatever you want to me!
"He finished hours later, filling her womb with a massive, prolonged release that left her twitching and insensate on the floor.
He dressed himself, looking down at her broken, used form huddled on the cold stone.
He felt no pity, only supreme satisfaction.
He had successfully established a permanent, guilt-free (for him) sexual access to the Sect Mistress.
He walked out of the room, leaving her to her shame.
He stepped into the small courtyard, taking a deep breath of fresh air.
Liu Ruyan was sitting by the small herb garden, ostensibly cultivating.
She looked up as he emerged, her eyes questioning.
Wang Jian gave her a subtle, almost imperceptible wink.
Ruyan understood.
A small, secret smile touched her lips before she closed her eyes again, returning to her 'meditation', a thrill of dark complicity running through her.
Wang Jian internally laughed, a sound of pure, victorious evil.
He had everything he wanted.
The pawn, the sluts, and now, the broken Queen, available whenever he desired.
The conquest was complete.