Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 960: Enjoying Sect Leader Hua Yimei

The spray of the ocean was cold, but the blood painting the jagged reef was scalding hot. Sect Leader Hua Yimei lay crumpled on the unforgiving black stone, her breath coming in ragged, wet gasps. The bone-anchor of the Old Monster Crimson Shark had shattered her sonic barrier and crushed her ribs on the left side. Every inhalation was a jagged knife twisting in her chest.

Through the haze of pain and the strange, burning heat that was beginning to cloud her mind, she saw the shadow of the monster looming over her. The Crimson Shark grinned, his serrated teeth dripping with anticipation, his hand reaching out to claim his prize.

’Is this how it ends?’ Hua Yimei thought, despair clawing at her soul. ’My daughter trapped... my sect leaderless... and me, a plaything for a demon?’

Suddenly, the heavens roared.

A bolt of black starlight, heavy as a mountain and sharp as a razor, descended from the storm clouds. It struck the reef between her and the reaching hand of the Crimson Shark with a cataclysmic boom. The shockwave forced the Middle-Stage Core Formation monster to stumble back, shielding his eyes from the debris.

A figure landed in the dust cloud. His black robes fluttered violently in the spiritual wind, and his sword, wreathed in dark stellar energy, hummed with a terrifying resonance. He stood with his back to her, an immovable wall between the beauty and the beast.

"Get away from her," Wang Jian said, his voice cold as the deepest trench of the ocean.

Hua Yimei’s vision swam, tears of relief mingling with the blood on her face. "Deacon... Wang?"

The Crimson Shark roared, regaining his footing. "You?! A mere Foundation Establishment ant dares to interfere? I will chew your bones!"

He summoned a massive blood-shark construct, launching it at Wang Jian.

Wang Jian didn’t flinch. He didn’t even raise his sword to block. Instead, his hand blurred, reaching into his spatial ring. He pulled out a stack of golden talismans—high-grade Flash-Void Talismans, looted from the treasury of the Iron-Blood Hall and modified by Yue Lingshan.

"Close your eyes!" Wang Jian shouted to Hua Yimei.

He crushed the stack.

FLASH.

A blinding, absolute white light erupted, brighter than a thousand suns. It was accompanied by a sonic scream that overloaded the senses of everyone in a five-mile radius. The demonic beasts shrieked, thrashing in the water, their heightened senses turning against them. The Crimson Shark roared in pain, clutching his eyes as his spiritual sense was temporarily blinded by the chaotic void energy released by the talismans.

In that split second of chaos, Wang Jian moved.

He scooped Hua Yimei up into his arms. She was light, despite her voluptuous curves, her body limp against his chest.

"Hold on," he whispered.

He kicked off the reef, his figure blurring as he activated his Void-Merging Breath. He didn’t fly away; he flew towards the chaotic melee where Mu Lianhua was "trapped."

"Elder Mu! Now!" Wang Jian projected his voice.

Mu Lianhua, who had been putting on an Oscar-worthy performance of struggling against the water chains, instantly flared her aura. She shattered the chains—which she could have done at any moment—and feigned a massive backlash, spitting a mouthful of blood.

"I... I am free!" she gasped, looking exhausted.

Wang Jian grabbed her arm with his free hand. He pulled a scroll from his sleeve—a Thousand-Mile Teleportation Scroll. It was an ancient, single-use escape item he had been saving for an emergency, or rather, for a kidnapping.

He tore the seal.

Space warped. A vortex of silver light swallowed them just as the Crimson Shark’s vision cleared.

"NO!" the demon roared, his attack hitting empty air where they had stood a microsecond before. "Find them! Tear the ocean apart!"

The sensation of long-distance teleportation was disorienting, a feeling of being squeezed through a tube of twisted light. When the world snapped back into focus, the roar of the battle and the smell of blood were gone.

They materialized in a damp, silent cave. The air was cool and smelled of salt and stone. This was a secluded, uninhabited rock island hundreds of miles south of the Thundering Amber Isle, a safe house Wang Jian had scouted and prepared weeks ago for exactly this purpose.

Wang Jian staggered, feigning exhaustion from the transport, and gently laid Hua Yimei onto a flat, moss-covered stone slab in the center of the cavern.

Mu Lianhua collapsed nearby, leaning against the cave wall, her chest heaving. "I... I overdrawn my potential... my spirit is shaking..." she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as she slipped into a "coma" to give Wang Jian privacy.

Wang Jian ignored her, knowing she was fine. His focus was entirely on the Sect Leader.

"Sect Leader," Wang Jian said urgently, kneeling beside her. "We are safe. But your injuries..."

Hua Yimei lay on the stone, her face pale as parchment. Blood stained her elegant pink robes, which were torn at the side where the bone anchor had struck. Her breathing was shallow and wet.

But there was something else. Her skin was flushed with an unnatural, feverish rose color. Beads of sweat rolled down her neck, pooling in the deep valley of her massive breasts. Her eyes were unfocused, glassy, and filled with a confusing, burning heat.

The Yin-Yang Harmony Dust was taking effect.

"Hot..." Hua Yimei moaned, her hands clawing weakly at her collar. "My blood... it burns..."

Wang Jian checked her pulse. His internal grin was predatory. The aphrodisiac was potent. It was designed to melt the rationality of even a Core Formation cultivator, turning them into a slave to their own lust. He expected her to start begging him, to cling to him for relief.

’Perfect,’ he thought. ’She is wounded, vulnerable, and drugged. The apple has fallen right into my hand.’

"You are poisoned, Sect Leader," Wang Jian said, his voice laced with fake concern. "The demonic mist... it is a potent Yang-toxin. If we do not expel it..."

He reached out to touch her forehead, expecting her to lean into his touch.

Instead, Hua Yimei’s eyes snapped open. Through the haze of lust and pain, a spark of absolute, stubborn pride ignited.

"No!" she gasped. She bit her tongue, using the sharp pain to gain a moment of clarity. "I... I will not... lose myself!"

With a trembling hand, she reached into her torn robe and pulled out a small, intricate jade pendant that hung between her breasts. It pulsed with a cold, blue light.

’What is that?’ Wang Jian wondered, his eyes narrowing.

"Heavenly Frost... Purify!" Hua Yimei rasped.

She crushed the pendant.

SHING!

A blinding aura of glacial cold exploded from her hand. It washed over her body, penetrating her pores, freezing the air in the cave. The ice-blue light clashed with the pink flush on her skin.

Steam rose from her body as the Heavenly Frost Purifying Talisman—a family heirloom saved for a life-or-death crisis—waged war against the aphrodisiac.

The drug didn’t stand a chance. The ancient frost qi forcibly expelled the foreign toxins. The unnatural flush faded from Hua Yimei’s skin, leaving her pale and shivering, but clear-headed.

She coughed, expelling a mouthful of pink-tinged blood. "I... I am... myself..."

Wang Jian stared at her, genuinely shocked. He hadn’t accounted for a specific anti-poison treasure of that grade. The drug was gone. The easy route of seduction-by-necessity had evaporated.

However, as the frost light faded, reality set in. The talisman had cured the poison, but it had done nothing for her physical injuries. In fact, the violent expulsion of the toxins had aggravated her shattered ribs and damaged meridians.

Hua Yimei tried to sit up, but a cry of agony escaped her lips. She collapsed back onto the stone, paralyzed.

"My... my Qi..." she whispered, terror filling her eyes. "My meridians are... blocked. I cannot... move."

Wang Jian stood up slowly. He looked down at the beautiful, broken woman. The concern on his face melted away, replaced by a cold, calculating mask.

’Plan A failed,’ he thought, his gaze sweeping over her helpless form. ’She purged the drug. Admirable. But stupid.’

He looked at her heaving chest, at the vulnerability of her position.

’Plan B it is.’

"Sect Leader," Wang Jian said, his voice changing tone. It was no longer the voice of a subordinate. It was the voice of a man in charge. "That was a powerful talisman. You cleared the mind-toxin."

"Yes..." Hua Yimei wheezed. "We must... return to the sect. I need... healers."

"We cannot return," Wang Jian stated flatly. "The Crimson Shark is patrolling the skies. If we leave this cave, he will sense us. And Elder Mu is unconscious. You are crippled. We are trapped here."

Hua Yimei closed her eyes, tears leaking out. "Then... we wait. My daughter... Ling’er..."

"Your daughter doesn’t have time to wait," Wang Jian dropped the hammer.

Hua Yimei’s eyes flew open. "What?"

"The defensive formation Chen Ying used," Wang Jian lied smoothly. "It is strong, yes. But against a Middle Stage Core Formation expert and a beast tide? It will last two days. Maybe three. If we do not return to save her by then... the barrier will shatter."

He leaned closer, his shadow falling over her. "And you know what the Crimson Shark will do to Hua Ling. You know what demons do to beautiful women."

Hua Yimei sobbed, her body shaking. "No... please... I have to save her..."

"You can’t," Wang Jian said brutally. "Look at you. You can’t even stand. Your meridians are cracking. By the time you heal naturally, Hua Ling will be a broken doll in a demon’s bed."

"Is there... is there no way?" she begged, looking at him with desperation.

"There is one way," Wang Jian said.

He stepped closer, standing right beside the stone slab.

"I possess a secret technique," he said, the lie rolling off his tongue with practiced ease. "My physique... it is unique. I cultivate the Stellar Yang Body. My essence... my Yang energy... it is a potent tonic for women. It is like liquid cultivation base."

He let his eyes roam over her body, hungry and unashamed. "It can heal your injuries instantly. It can reconnect your meridians. It can even provide enough power to push you to the Middle Stage of the Core Formation Realm."

Hua Yimei looked at him, confusion warring with hope. "Transfer it... give it to me... I will pay you anything..."

"It cannot be transferred by palm," Wang Jian cut her off. "It requires deep, internal connection. Yin and Yang must merge at the source."

He paused, letting the implication hang in the damp air.

"We must engage in Dual Cultivation. We must have sex."

The silence in the cave was deafening.

Hua Yimei stared at him. The hope in her eyes vanished, replaced by shock, and then a rising, incandescent fury.

"What?" she whispered.

"I need to enter you," Wang Jian clarified, his voice clinical yet dark. "To pour my Yang essence directly into your Yin center."

"How dare you!" Hua Yimei screamed, her voice cracking. She tried to slap him, but her arm barely lifted an inch before falling back, useless. "I am the Sect Leader of the Fragrance Melody Sect! I am your elder! How dare you propose such filth! I would rather die than let you defile me!"

"Would you?" Wang Jian asked calmly. He began to unbuckle his belt. The sound of leather sliding through metal was loud in the quiet cave.

"Would you rather die? Or would you rather your daughter dies?"

He let the belt fall to the floor.

"Think of Hua Ling, Yimei. Think of her trapped in that cave, watching the barrier crack. Think of her calling for her mother."

"Stop it!" Hua Yimei wept. "Stop it! You are a beast! Taking advantage of me like this!"

"I am offering a solution," Wang Jian said coldly. "I cannot fight the Crimson Shark alone. Elder Mu is out. You are the only hope. If you stay injured, Hua Ling dies. It is a simple calculation."

He stepped closer, his legs touching the stone slab.

"If you won’t agree for yourself... then I will make the choice for you. For the sake of the sect. For the sake of Hua Ling."

"No!" Hua Yimei’s eyes widened in horror as she realized he wasn’t asking. He was telling. "You wouldn’t dare! Get back! I order you to stop!"

She tried to summon her Qi, to blast him away, but her dantian was a knot of agony. She coughed blood, powerless.

"Your orders mean nothing here," Wang Jian said. He reached out and grabbed the front of her torn combat robes.

RIIIIIP.

With a violent jerk, he tore the fabric open.

Hua Yimei screamed, trying to cover herself with her paralyzed arms, but she was too slow. Her beautiful, mature body was exposed to the damp cave air.

She was magnificent. Her skin was creamy white, marred by bruises but glowing with the vitality of a cultivator. Her breasts were massive—larger than he had imagined, heavy and soft, spilling out over her ribs, topped with large, dark pink areolas that hardened in the cold air. Her waist was thick and womanly, her hips wide and perfect for bearing children—or for taking a man.

"You are beautiful, Yimei," Wang Jian murmured, his eyes darkening with lust. "A waste to let you die."

He grabbed her wrists. With effortless strength, he pinned her hands above her head against the stone. She thrashed weakly, sobbing, her head shaking from side to side.

"Please... don’t do this... Wang Jian... I beg you..." The proud Sect Leader was gone, replaced by a terrified woman.

"Hate me if you want," Wang Jian said, positioning himself between her legs. He didn’t bother to remove his robes fully, just freeing his massive erection. It stood rigid, pulsing with veins, a weapon of conquest. "But you will be healed. And you will save your daughter."

He pushed her legs apart. She tried to clamp them shut, but she had no strength.

"No... NO!"

He didn’t hesitate. He lined himself up with her entrance. She was dry, tight with fear.

He thrust forward.

"AAAAAHHH!"

Hua Yimei screamed, a sound of pure violation and pain, as he forced his way inside her.

The act was devoid of romance. It was a conquest. It was a rape disguised as medical necessity, a brutal assertion of dominance.

Wang Jian grunted as he buried himself to the hilt. She was incredibly tight. The sensation of sheathing himself inside the Sect Leader, the woman who had sat on her throne looking down at him, was intoxicating.

"Relax," he commanded, holding her hips down as she tried to buck him off. "Take it."

He began to move. Slowly at first, then with increasing speed and force.

Hua Yimei cried, tears streaming down her temples into her hair. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to dissociate, trying to escape the reality of what was happening. But she couldn’t. The sensation was overwhelming.

Wang Jian was huge. His size shocked her. Her late husband, a scholarly man, had been nothing like this. Wang Jian filled her completely, stretching her, claiming spaces inside her that had been dormant for decades.

Wang Jian looked down at her. He released her hands, knowing she couldn’t fight him. His hands went to her breasts.

He groaned. They were incredible. His large hands couldn’t even grasp them entirely. They were soft, fluid, heavy globes of warm flesh. He squeezed them roughly, his fingers digging in, watching the white skin flush under his pressure.

He lowered his head and bit down on her nipple.

Hua Yimei gasped, her body arching involuntarily. Pain and a treacherous spark of sensation shot through her.

"Don’t..." she whimpered.

Wang Jian ignored her. He sucked on her breast, his tongue swirling, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub. He treated her like a piece of meat, a banquet laid out for his enjoyment.

He picked up the pace. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of his hips hitting her buttocks echoed in the cave. Her body jiggled with every impact, her massive breasts swaying mesmerizingly.

"You were made for this," Wang Jian growled, his breath hot against her neck. "Look at you. A Sect Leader... taking it like a whore in a cave."

"I hate you..." she sobbed, opening her eyes to glare at him with venom. "I will kill you... I swear it..."

"Good," Wang Jian laughed, thrusting harder. "Hate me. Your hate feels good. It makes you tight."

He fucked her for hours. His stamina, fueled by the Stellar Meridian Scripture and the Phoenix Fruit he had consumed, was infinite. He didn’t tire. He changed positions, flipping her over onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so she was on her knees, her face pressed into the cold stone.

He smacked her buttocks. Smack. Her flesh rippled.

"Scream for me, Sect Leader," he ordered.

She screamed, but not in pleasure. In pain. In rage. In humiliation.

Finally, after ten hours of relentless pounding, Hua Yimei’s body gave out. Her mind shut down to protect itself. She passed out from the sensory overload and exhaustion.

Wang Jian stopped. He was sweating, panting lightly, but he wasn’t done. He pulled out, cleaning himself with a spell. He sat beside her unconscious form, drinking a jug of spirit wine, watching her chest rise and fall.

He waited.

An hour later, Hua Yimei stirred. She groaned, the pain returning instantly. She opened her eyes, hoping it was a nightmare.

She saw Wang Jian sitting there, watching her.

"You’re awake," he said.

She tried to cover herself, pulling her tattered robes over her breasts. "It’s over... you did it... now heal me..."

Wang Jian shook his head, looking disappointed.

"It didn’t work," he lied.

"What?" Her voice was a whisper of horror.

"My technique... it requires a pure vessel to work instantly," he said, his face a mask of serious contemplation. "Since you are not a virgin, the Yang Qi dissipated before it could settle in your core. It leaked out."

Hua Yimei stared at him, her mind reeling. "You... you liar..."

"I don’t lie about cultivation," he said sternly. "We need to do it again. And this time, I need to be more aggressive. I need to force the Qi into your core before your impure Yin Energy scatters it."

"No..." she shook her head, scooting back against the wall. "No... please... I can’t..."

"Hua Ling is waiting," Wang Jian reminded her, standing up. "Every hour we waste is an hour the barrier weakens."

He grabbed her ankles and pulled her back to the center of the stone.

"No! Please!" she begged, breaking down completely. "Just kill me! I can’t take anymore!"

"You will take it," Wang Jian growled. "You will take every inch."

He mounted her again.

Round two was worse. He was rougher. He didn’t bother with foreplay or pretending to be gentle. He treated her like an object. He flipped her around, bending her into shapes that strained her joints. He smacked her buttocks until they were bright red. He pulled her hair, forcing her head back to expose her throat.

He found her hatred intoxicating. The way she glared at him, the way she tried to scratch him with her weak hands... it only made him harder.

"That’s it," he whispered, driving into her. "Fight me. Show me that pride as a Core Formation Realm expert."

In the corner of the cave, hidden in the shadows, Mu Lianhua watched through slit eyes. She was supposed to be in a spirit-coma, but she was wide awake.

She watched her Master conquer the woman she had once called an equal. She saw the degradation, the violence. And deep down, in a place she would never admit to, she felt a dark, twisted arousal. She was glad it wasn’t her... but she also remembered when it was her.

This continued for three days.

Three days and three nights of hell for Hua Yimei.

It was a cycle of waking up, being raped, passing out, and waking up again to find the nightmare continuing.

By the third day, something broke in Hua Yimei. She stopped fighting. She stopped screaming. Her body, subjected to the relentless infusion of Wang Jian’s potent Yang energy and his physical size, began to adapt.

Her resistance crumbled into apathy. And then, terrifyingly, into a primal, biological response. Her body started to lubricate on its own. Her hips began to move slightly to accommodate his rhythm, not out of desire, but out of a need to minimize the pain.

She hated herself for it. She hated him. But she was broken.

Wang Jian felt the change. He felt her body submit, not just in mind, but in muscle and instinct.

’Finally,’ he thought, looking down at her vacant, tear-filled eyes. ’She is ready.’

He decided he had had enough. He had broken the horse; now it was time to put on the saddle.

He prepared to unleash the true benefits of the dual cultivation—the reversal of his technique that would pour the refined energy into her, healing her and binding her to him forever.

But that was for the next moment. For now, he enjoyed the final thrusts into the defeated Sect Leader of the Fragrance Melody Sect, the Queen of the Orchid Palace, now just a woman beneath him in a dark cave.