Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 898: Threesome With Chen Ying and Liu Ruyan

Chapter 901:

Both women flinched as if struck. Their eyes snapped open, locking onto his.

"I know you’re awake," he continued, his voice a low, chilling murmur that seemed to crawl under their skin. "I know you heard everything."

He took a slow step into the room, then another, his gaze flicking from Chen Ying’s terrified, defiant face to Liu Ruyan’s pale, trembling one.

"And now," he said, his voice dropping even lower, laced with a dark, possessive intent, "it’s time you both understood the truth."

He stopped at the foot of their bed, a king surveying his conquered territories.

"Both of you are my women."

The words were a brand, a searing, absolute statement of ownership that left no room for argument, no space for denial.

Liu Ruyan gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, her beautiful green eyes wide with a mixture of shock and a strange, thrilling terror. ’Both of us? He means... me and Chen Ying? Together? But... Lingshan... does he mean all three of us? Heavens, what have I gotten myself into?’

Chen Ying’s reaction was more internal, but no less profound. A cold, heavy stone settled in her stomach. ’So, it’s come to this. He’s finally dropping the pretense. He’s claiming us both, openly. The humiliation... and the thrill...’

"You heard my passion with my queen, did you not?" Wang Jian continued, his lips curling into a cruel, knowing smile. "You heard how she screams for me, how her body surrenders to me completely. Did it make you jealous, Chen Ying? Did it make you ache, Liu Ruyan?"

Their flushed cheeks and ragged breathing were all the answer he needed.

"You both want it," he stated, his voice a raw, guttural growl. "You want to feel what she feels. You want me to break you, to possess you, to make you scream my name until your voice is gone."

He took another step, his presence now looming over the bed, overwhelming them, suffocating them with his raw, masculine power.

"You have a choice," he said, his voice a silken, dangerous whisper. "Strip for me now. Offer yourselves to me, willingly. Or..."

His eyes darkened, the threat in them a palpable, chilling force.

"...I will tear those pathetic robes from your bodies myself."

The command hung in the air, absolute and unyielding.

For a long, heart-stopping moment, the two women simply stared at him, their minds reeling. Then, they looked at each other.

A silent, profound, and deeply complicated understanding passed between them. They were rivals, from different sects, with different personalities, different ambitions. But in this moment, they were united. United in their shared subjugation. United in their secret, shameful desire for the same man.

Chen Ying’s heart, a chaotic mix of hatred and a dark, twisted longing, pounded in her chest. ’This shameless, arrogant, demonic rascal! To command us like common whores! But... my body... it is already trembling with anticipation. I hate him for this. I hate myself for this.’

Liu Ruyan’s thoughts were a terrified, excited flutter. ’He is a monster. A beautiful, powerful monster. And he wants us both. Together. It is a sin. A terrible, wonderful sin.’

With a slow, almost imperceptible nod to each other, a silent acknowledgement of their shared fate, they began to move.

Their hands, trembling slightly, went to the sashes of their robes.

Liu Ruyan was the first to act, her movements hesitant, her usual grace tinged with a shy, fearful reluctance. She slowly untied her medicinal green robe, letting it fall open, revealing the simple white chemise she wore beneath.

Chen Ying followed suit, her movements stiffer, more defiant, but no less deliberate. She untied her own pale blue robe, her chin held high in a last, futile act of pride.

Wang Jian watched them, a low, impatient growl rumbling in his chest. "Too slow."

He didn’t move. He simply raised a hand, his Foundation Establishment spiritual energy flaring for a split second, a masterful, invisible pulse of pure, shredding force.

WHOOSH!

The sound was like a sudden, violent exhalation of wind.

The fine silk robes, the delicate chemises, the intricate undergarments—everything they wore was instantly, utterly annihilated. One moment, they were clothed. The next, they were naked, the shredded remnants of their clothing dissolving into motes of dust that glittered in the lamplight before vanishing completely.

The two women cried out in shock, their hands flying up to cover their now completely exposed, magnificent bodies.

They were a breathtaking sight. Two peerless beauties, one icy and proud, the other ethereal and shy, their voluptuous forms laid bare, their skin glowing in the soft light.

The air in the guest chamber was a taut, humming wire of unspoken desire and palpable fear. Wang Jian stood between the two magnificent, naked women, a predator who had successfully cornered his exquisite prey. The silence was absolute, broken only by their shallow, ragged breaths.

He turned his gaze to Liu Ruyan first. She was trembling, her hands instinctively trying to cover the lush fullness of her breasts, her veiled modesty now a distant memory. Her beautiful face was flushed a deep, shameful crimson, her green eyes wide with a terrified, unwilling excitement.

"What’s this, my sweet fairy?" Wang Jian’s voice was a low, seductive purr that caressed her raw nerves. "Shy, now? After hearing how my queen screams my name? Did those sounds not stir something within you?"

"Senior Brother... Jian..." she stammered, her voice a pathetic, breathless whisper. "This is... with Senior Sister Chen here... it is improper..."

He chuckled, a dark, knowing sound. He stepped closer to her, his hand coming up to gently, almost tenderly, brush a stray lock of hair from her damp temple. "There is no ’improper’ in my bed, Ruyan. There is only my will. And your pleasure."

His gaze then flicked to Chen Ying. She stood stiffly, her arms crossed over her magnificent, heavy breasts in a posture of defiant protection. But her body betrayed her. Her rosy nipples were hard, defiant pebbles, pressing against her own skin, and her legs were pressed so tightly together she was practically vibrating with contained energy.

He moved from Liu Ruyan to her, his presence a wave of heat and dominance. "And you, my slave," he murmured, his voice for her ears alone, a cold command wrapped in lust. "Are you ready to serve me?"

Chen Ying’s eyes, a chaotic storm of hatred and a dark, twisted longing, met his. She did not speak. She simply uncrossed her arms, letting them fall to her sides. It was an act of pure, absolute surrender. Her magnificent breasts were bared to his gaze, an offering. She felt no new humiliation in this, only the familiar, addictive thrill of obeying her Master.

"Good girl," he praised, his hand coming up to cup her heavy breast, his thumb circling the taut peak, making her gasp.

He then turned back to the still-hesitant Liu Ruyan. "You see?" he said, his voice returning to its gentle, persuasive tone. "Chen Ying understands. She is my woman, just as you are. Tonight, you will learn to share your master."

He then gave a command that shattered Liu Ruyan’s last vestiges of resistance. "Chen Ying," he said, his gaze still on Ruyan. "Go to her. Comfort her. Show her what an honor it is to serve me."

Chen Ying obeyed instantly. She moved towards Liu Ruyan, her movements fluid and confident. She was no longer a rival, but an instrument of her Master’s will. She reached out, her hands, surprisingly gentle, coming to rest on Liu Ruyan’s trembling shoulders.

"Do not resist him, Junior Sister Liu," Chen Ying whispered, her voice a strange, hypnotic murmur. "It is... an honor. To serve a man like him. You will learn to enjoy it. More than you can possibly imagine."

Her hands slid down Liu Ruyan’s arms, her touch sending a jolt of shocking, intimate energy through the younger woman. It was both a comfort and a profound violation, a sisterly touch twisted into an act of shared subjugation. Liu Ruyan shuddered, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

This was the moment Wang Jian had been waiting for. With her defenses shattered by Chen Ying’s unexpected touch, he moved.

He focused his attention solely on Liu Ruyan, his hands and mouth beginning a masterful assault designed to overwhelm her shyness with a tidal wave of pure, undeniable pleasure.

He kissed her, a deep, soul-stealing kiss that was both tender and demanding. At the same time, his hands roamed her magnificent, voluptuous body, learning her curves, her sensitive spots. He cupped her full breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until she was moaning into his mouth, her body instinctively arching against his.

He lifted her, carrying her to the large bed and laying her down on the silken sheets. He followed her down, his lips trailing a path of fire along her neck, down her chest, to the valley between her breasts.

Chen Ying watched, her eyes dark with a possessive, almost predatory, light. She moved to the other side of the bed, her own hands beginning to caress Liu Ruyan’s trembling form, mirroring her Master’s actions, her touch a silent reinforcement of his ownership.

Liu Ruyan was trapped between them, her senses completely overwhelmed. The feel of Wang Jian’s hot mouth on one breast, and Chen Ying’s cool, silken hands on the other... it was too much. Her mind, her shyness, her guilt—it all dissolved into a haze of pure sensation. She began to moan, her hips writhing on the bed, her body begging for more.

"That’s it, my sweet fairy," Wang Jian growled, lifting his head. "Let go. Show me how much you want this."

He then moved lower, his tongue finding the wet, hot core of her. Liu Ruyan screamed, her back arching off the bed as a pleasure so intense, so profound, it was almost painful, ripped through her.

He brought her to a shattering climax with his mouth alone, his skill absolute, demonic. She lay trembling, her mind a blank slate of ecstasy.

He then turned his gaze to Chen Ying. "Your turn, my slave."

Chen Ying moved eagerly, her earlier coldness replaced by a slavish devotion. She knelt before him, her mouth taking him with a practiced skill that was both a testament to her taming and a fresh wave of arousal for Liu Ruyan, who watched, dazed, from the bed.

The night devolved into a symphony of decadent, depraved passion.

Wang Jian was the maestro, and the two beautiful women were his instruments. He played them with a sadistic, masterful skill, drawing from them sounds of pleasure they never knew they were capable of producing.

He positioned Liu Ruyan on her hands and knees, her magnificent, curvy buttocks held high in a posture of complete, humiliating submission. He entered her from behind, his massive cock stretching her, filling her, his thrusts deep and powerful.

"Jian... ah... please..." she moaned, her face pressed into the silken pillows.

He then commanded Chen Ying to kneel before her. "Worship her, slave," he growled. "Lick her. Taste her. Show her how a good pet pleases her master’s other women."

Chen Ying obeyed without hesitation. Her tongue found Liu Ruyan’s clit, her mouth working its magic, while Wang Jian continued his relentless pounding from behind. Liu Ruyan was trapped in a vortex of overwhelming pleasure, her mind shattering as she was pleasured from both ends, her screams of ecstasy muffled by the pillows.

He then flipped Liu Ruyan onto her back, her body limp and sated. While he continued to fuck her in a dominant, missionary position, his gaze locked on hers, he gestured for Chen Ying.

"My cock is not the only thing that needs attention," he commanded. He extended his foot, his toes brushing against Chen Ying’s lips. "Lick my feet, slave. Clean them. Show me your devotion."

Chen Ying, the proud, untouchable ice queen of the inner sect, knelt and began to lick his feet, her tongue tracing every line, every crevice, with a humiliating, slavish devotion that made Liu Ruyan’s eyes widen in shocked, horrified arousal.

Then, it was Chen Ying’s turn.

He took her with a brutal, punishing intensity that was a stark contrast to the almost tender way he had broken down Liu Ruyan. He bent her over the edge of the bed, her magnificent, impossibly plump buttocks smacked a deep, rosy red, her muffled cries of pain and pleasure a testament to his absolute dominance.

He commanded Liu Ruyan to watch, to learn. Then, he commanded her to participate. "Caress her, Ruyan," he growled, as he pounded into Chen Ying. "Feel how my slave trembles for me. Feel how wet she is for her Master."

Liu Ruyan, her shyness now a distant memory, reached out, her trembling hands tracing the curves of Chen Ying’s body, her fingers finding her clit, mirroring Wang Jian’s actions, forcing them all into a web of shared, depraved intimacy.

He had them kiss each other, their mouths still tasting of him, a final act of humiliation and shared submission. He had them pleasure each other while he watched, a king on his throne, before joining them, taking them both at once, his power, his stamina, seemingly endless.

The night was a long, dark, and exquisitely pleasurable journey into the depths of their own hidden desires. He was a master puppeteer, and they were his beautiful, willing puppets, their strings pulled by the irresistible forces of pleasure, fear, and a dark, twisted form of love.

He explored every facet of their magnificent bodies. The heavy, glorious weight of Chen Ying’s breasts, the delicate, perfect curve of Liu Ruyan’s hips. He took them in every position imaginable, each one more humiliating, more arousing, than the last.

As the first, faint hint of dawn began to touch the sky, he positioned them both on their backs, their heads hanging off the edge of the bed, their mouths open, waiting. He stood before them, his cock hard and ready, and he came, his release a hot, copious flood that he shared between their two eager mouths, a final, definitive act of marking his ownership.

They swallowed greedily, their eyes, when they looked up at him, no longer held any trace of resistance, of hatred, or of fear. There was only a single, unified emotion.

Adoration.

He had broken them.

He looked down at the two most beautiful, most talented young women of their generation, now lying spent and sated at his feet, and a slow, deeply satisfied smile touched his lips.

"Good girls," he whispered, his voice a soft, possessive purr in the quiet of the dawn.

He then pulled them both into the bed, their naked bodies a warm, soft comfort against his own.

’One princess, one fairy, one ice queen... all of them now sing my song,’ he thought, a cold, possessive satisfaction settling deep in his soul. ’My harem in this new world grows. Now... who shall be next?’

He closed his eyes, feigning sleep, while his mind, ever active, ever ambitious, began to plan his next conquest. The world of the Primal Universe was vast, and it was filled with countless other beautiful flowers, all waiting to be plucked by their rightful master.