Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 968: Hua Ling Loses Her Virginity

The air inside the private sleeping quarters of the Fragrance Melody Sect Leader was heavy, saturated with a thick, cloying mixture of musk, sweat, and the lingering, metallic tang of arousal. The room, usually a sanctuary of pristine meditation and solitude, had been transformed into a den of iniquity, the silk sheets tangled and stained, the furniture pushed aside to accommodate the whims of the pavilion’s new master.

Wang Jian sat on the edge of the sprawling bed, his naked form glowing faintly with the residual power of the Stellar Demonic Meridian Scripture. His muscles were taut, his skin bronzed and scarred, a stark contrast to the pale, delicate flesh of the women who now belonged to him. He looked down at the bed, his dark eyes gleaming with a complex blend of tenderness and cruelty.

Lying back against the pillows was Hua Ling. The Young Sect Mistress was completely naked, her body exposed to the cool night air. She was trembling, not with cold, but with a mixture of overwhelming nervous anticipation and a primal fear of the unknown. Her skin was flawless, like white porcelain, untouched and pure. Her breasts, though smaller than her mother’s massive globes, were perky and round, tipped with pale pink nipples that hardened under Wang Jian’s gaze. Her waist was impossibly slender, flaring out into hips that had not yet fully ripened into womanhood but held the promise of fertility. Between her legs, the dark patch of hair guarded her innocence, a seal that had never been broken.

She looked up at Wang Jian, her eyes wide and trusting, shimmering with moisture. ’He is so big...’ she thought, her breath hitching as her gaze drifted to the massive erection resting against his thigh. ’Can I really take him? It looks like a weapon... but he is my hero. He won’t hurt me. He promised.’

"You are shaking, Ling’er," Wang Jian said, his voice dropping to a low, soothing rumble that vibrated in her chest. He reached out, his large hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.

"I... I am afraid, Young Master," Hua Ling whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want to give myself to you... but I don’t know if I can... fit."

Wang Jian smiled, a gentle, reassuring expression that masked the predator beneath. "It is natural to be afraid. The first time is a threshold. It is pain transforming into pleasure. But you are dry, my love. Your fear has closed you up."

He turned his head slightly, his gaze shifting from the innocent daughter to the woman kneeling on the floor beside the bed.

Hua Yimei, the Sect Leader of the Fragrance Melody Sect, was a ruin of her former glory. Her hair was a tangled mess, sticking to her face. Her body was covered in dried fluids—sweat, her own arousal, and the seed Wang Jian had pumped into her during the previous hours. She knelt with her head bowed, her spirit crushed under the weight of her degradation.

"Your mother is to blame for this," Wang Jian said, his voice hardening as he addressed Hua Yimei.

Hua Yimei flinched, looking up with dull, defeated eyes. "Master...?"

"You seduced me earlier," Wang Jian lied effortlessly, weaving the narrative that kept Hua Ling bound to him. "You used your body, those massive tits of yours, to light a fire in my blood that I cannot quench. You made me too hard, too hot. My Yang energy is raging because of your lewdness. If I take Ling’er now, in this state, I might tear her apart."

Hua Ling gasped, looking at her mother with a mix of resentment and fear. "Mother..."

"However," Wang Jian continued, his eyes locking onto Hua Yimei’s with a silent, iron command. "You can fix this. You caused the heat; you must prepare the vessel. You must ensure your daughter is wet enough, relaxed enough, to receive me without injury."

Hua Yimei froze. She understood instantly what he was demanding. It was a humiliation beyond words, a taboo that shattered every boundary of motherhood and propriety.

’He wants me to...’ Hua Yimei thought, nausea rising in her throat. ’To my own daughter... under his gaze...’

But then she looked at Hua Ling. She saw the terror in her daughter’s eyes as she looked at Wang Jian’s size. She knew the pain of taking him; even as a mature woman, he stretched her to her limits. If he took Hua Ling dry, in his current state of heightened arousal, he would rip her delicate tissues.

’I have to protect her,’ Hua Yimei realized, a bleak acceptance settling over her soul. ’I have to make it easier for her. Even if it destroys me.’

"Yes, Master," Hua Yimei whispered, her voice cracking. "I... I will prepare her."

"Good," Wang Jian said, leaning back and spreading his legs, watching the show. "Do it properly. Use your tongue. Make sure she is slick enough to take every inch of me."

Hua Ling stared, shocked. "Mother? You... you are going to..."

"It is my fault, Ling’er," Hua Yimei said, her voice trembling as she crawled onto the bed. She avoided her daughter’s eyes, her face burning with shame hotter than fire. "I... I agitated the Young Master. I must make amends. I cannot let you be hurt because of my... my lust."

She positioned herself between Hua Ling’s legs. The sight of her mother, the dignified Sect Leader, crawling like a servant to service her was overwhelming for Hua Ling. It reinforced Wang Jian’s narrative: her mother was the sinner, the seductress trying to atone, while Wang Jian was the benevolent ruler allowing it for Hua Ling’s safety.

"Spread your legs, Ling’er," Hua Yimei whispered, her tears falling onto the sheets.

Hua Ling obeyed, opening herself to her mother.

Hua Yimei lowered her head. She buried her face in her daughter’s softness. She used her tongue, tentatively at first, then with desperate diligence. She licked, she swirled, she used every technique she knew to relax the tight muscles, to draw forth the natural lubrication.

"Ah!" Hua Ling gasped, her hips bucking off the mattress. The sensation was shocking, taboo, and undeniably pleasurable. "Mother... oh..."

Wang Jian watched with dark fascination. His hand reached out and rested on Hua Yimei’s head, his fingers tangling in her messy hair, guiding her rhythm, pushing her face deeper into her daughter’s crotch.

’Look at them,’ Wang Jian thought, his blood singing with triumph. ’The mother serving the daughter so the daughter can serve me. It is a perfect circle of submission.’

He stroked Hua Yimei’s hair like one would pet a dog. "Deeper, Yimei. Don’t miss a spot. She needs to be dripping for me."

Hua Yimei gagged on her own shame, but she obeyed. She worked on her daughter until Hua Ling was panting, her body slick and swollen with arousal, her scent filling the small space between them.

After what felt like an eternity, Hua Yimei pulled back. A string of saliva connected her lips to her daughter’s flower. She looked up at Wang Jian, her eyes dead, pleading for approval.

"Is... is she ready, Master?"

Wang Jian ran a finger over Hua Ling’s entrance, checking the wetness. "Acceptable."

He grabbed Hua Yimei by the arm and pulled her roughly aside, but didn’t dismiss her. "Stay there. Watch. Watch the consequence of your actions."

Hua Yimei knelt by the pillow, her face buried in the sheets, sobbing silently.

Wang Jian moved. He positioned himself between Hua Ling’s legs, his massive body casting a shadow over her. He looked like a titan about to conquer a mortal.

"Ling’er," he said softly, his voice shifting from the harsh command he used on the mother to a tender, lover’s whisper. "Look at me."

Hua Ling opened her eyes, her pupils dilated with lust and fear. "Young Master..."

"You are beautiful," he said. "You are my treasure. Tonight, you become a woman. You become my woman."

He pressed the broad, purple head of his cock against her entrance. Even with the lubrication Hua Yimei had provided, it was a tight fit. The virgin barrier was right there, a stubborn wall of flesh.

"Relax," Wang Jian murmured. "Trust me."

He pushed.

"Nngh!" Hua Ling cried out, her hands flying up to grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. "It hurts! It’s too big!"

Wang Jian didn’t stop, but he didn’t rush. He pushed forward with relentless, glacial pressure. He stretched her, filling the tight channel inch by inch.

POP.

The sensation of tearing was audible to his heightened senses. The hymen shattered.

"AAAAHH!" Hua Ling screamed, tears squeezing out of her eyes.

A streak of bright red blood leaked out, mixing with the clear fluids, staining his shaft and the white silk sheets beneath them. The scent of iron mingled with the musk.

Wang Jian drove forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt. He filled her completely, stretching her womb, claiming her deepest essence.

He stopped, holding himself deep inside her, letting her adjust to the intrusion. He lowered his upper body, pressing his chest against hers, and kissed her deeply, swallowing her cries of pain and replacing them with his breath.

"I have you," he whispered against her lips. "I have you, Ling’er. The pain will fade. Only the pleasure will remain."

He sent a spiritual message, sharp and cold, to the weeping woman beside them.

’I am being gentle with her, Yimei. Do you see? I am holding back my strength. I am treating her like glass because you emptied me earlier. You bought her this kindness with your body.’

Hua Yimei, watching her daughter being impaled, felt a wave of conflicting emotions—horror at the sight, but profound relief that Wang Jian wasn’t ravaging her with the same violence he used on her.

’Thank you... Master,’ she projected back, her mental voice weak and submissive. ’Thank you for sparing her the pain. Do what you want with me later. Break me, use me... just be good to her.’

Wang Jian smirked internally. ’I will. But everything has a price. You will pay for this gentleness. I want rough sex after this. I want to use you until you break again. I want you to scream while she watches.’

’Yes,’ Hua Yimei replied instantly. ’Anything. I am your slave.’

Wang Jian returned his attention to Hua Ling. The tightness of her pussy was exquisite. It clamped around him like a wet velvet glove, pulsing with the erratic spasms of a virgin.

"Breathe, Ling’er," he coaxed. "Feel me inside you. I am part of you now."

He began to move.

Unlike the brutal, piston-like pounding he gave the mother, his strokes with Hua Ling were long, slow, and grinding. He pulled almost all the way out, then slid back in with a rolling motion that targeted her sensitive spots without tearing her further.

He looked down at her chest. Hua Ling’s breasts were heaving. They were large for her age, perky and firm, filling his hands perfectly as he cupped them. They lacked the overwhelming, heavy decadence of Hua Yimei’s, but they had a youthful resilience that was delightful.

’In a few years,’ Wang Jian thought, squeezing her nipple gently, ’she might rival her mother. I will enjoy watching them grow.’

"You feel amazing," he whispered aloud, kissing her neck. "Tighter than anything I’ve ever felt. You are special to me, Ling’er. More special than anyone."

Hua Ling’s pain began to recede, replaced by a blooming, unfamiliar fullness. Hearing him say she was special—implying she was more precious than even his wife Yue Lingshan—made her heart soar. The validation washed away the trauma.

"Young Master..." she moaned, wrapping her legs tentatively around his waist. "I love you... I love you so much..."

"I know," Wang Jian replied. "Show me."

He picked up the pace slightly. He reached down between their bodies, his thumb finding her clitoris. He rubbed it in rhythm with his thrusts.

The dual stimulation was too much for her inexperienced body. Hua Ling arched her back, her mouth opening in a silent scream. Her inner walls spasmed violently.

"I’m... I’m...!"

"Let go," Wang Jian commanded.

Hua Ling screamed as she climaxed for the first time in her life. Her body shook, her vision going white with ecstasy. She clamped down on him so hard it felt like she was trying to snap him off.

Wang Jian roared, feeling the rush of her Primordial Yin—the vital energy of a female cultivator’s first time—flooding into his penis. He didn’t release his own seed yet. Instead, he activated his cultivation technique, absorbing the Yin energy, pulling it into his dantian to nourish his foundation.

He thrust a few more times, enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm, before slowly withdrawing.

Hua Ling lay there, panting, her skin glowing with a rosy flush, her eyes rolling back in her head. She looked thoroughly wrecked and blissfully happy.

Wang Jian kissed her forehead. "Rest now, my love. You have done well. You have pleased me."

"Did I... did I do good?" she whispered sleepily.

"Perfect," he lied.

He sat up. His cock was still rock hard, glistening with her blood and fluids. He wasn’t even close to finished. The Primordial Yin had only fueled his lust, making him hungrier.

He turned his gaze to the floor.

Hua Yimei was still kneeling there, watching them with a mixture of shame and relief.

"Your daughter has rested," Wang Jian said, his voice dropping the gentle facade and returning to the cold command of the master. "But I am not finished. Your mother still has sins to atone for."

Hua Ling blinked her eyes open, trying to focus. "Mother?"

"Come here, Yimei," Wang Jian ordered, pointing to his lap.

Hua Yimei didn’t hesitate. She crawled onto the bed. She moved with the practiced, fluid grace of a woman who had been broken into submission.

Wang Jian grabbed her by the hair and pulled her roughly onto his lap, positioning her facing him.

"You saw how gentle I was with her," Wang Jian growled in Hua Yimei’s face. "Now, you take the beast."

He thrust upwards.

He didn’t wait for her to adjust. He drove his massive cock into her wet, used pussy with animalistic force.

"AAAAHH!" Hua Yimei screamed, her head thrown back.

The contrast was stark. Where he had been a lover to the daughter, he was a punisher to the mother. He pounded into her, his hips slapping against her buttocks with a violence that shook the bedframe.

Hua Ling watched, her eyes wide. She saw her dignified mother bouncing on Wang Jian’s lap, her massive breasts flying wildly, smacking against Wang Jian’s chest. She saw the way her mother’s face twisted, mouth open, drool escaping the corner of her lips.

"Look at her, Ling’er," Wang Jian grunted, grabbing one of Hua Yimei’s breasts and squeezing it until his fingers sank deep into the flesh. "Look at your mother. She loves it. She was made to take my cock. Look at how she swallows me."

"Yes... ah! Yes! I love it!" Hua Yimei cried out, her voice high and desperate. She played her part. She had to. She wrapped her arms around Wang Jian’s neck, kissing him fervently, grinding her hips down to meet his thrusts. "Fuck me! Master, fuck me!"

Hua Ling felt a strange, dark thrill curl in her belly. Seeing the Sect Leader reduced to this... seeing her mother so desperate for the man Hua Ling loved... it made Hua Ling feel powerful. It made her feel like she was part of something secret and forbidden.

"She... she really likes it," Hua Ling whispered, her eyes glued to the junction where their bodies met.

"She is a slut for me," Wang Jian laughed, biting Hua Yimei’s neck. "Aren’t you, Sect Leader?"

"I am! I am your slut!" Hua Yimei wailed, her dignity shattering into dust to pave the road for her daughter’s delusion.

Wang Jian picked up the speed. He hammered into Hua Yimei, his pace relentless. He wanted to break her again. He wanted to empty himself into her.

"Cum for me, Yimei! Now!"

Hua Yimei convulsed. Her body, conditioned by days of this treatment, obeyed instantly. She climaxed violently, screaming his name, her fingernails scoring marks down his back.

Wang Jian roared. He grabbed her hips, holding her down as he exploded. He emptied a massive load of hot, potent semen deep inside Hua Yimei’s womb, filling her, branding her.

He held her there through the aftershocks, his breathing heavy.

Hua Yimei collapsed against his chest, sobbing quietly, her body twitching.

Wang Jian reached out with one hand and stroked Hua Ling’s cheek. The girl was watching them with a flushed face, her breathing matching theirs.

"Did you think we were sleeping?" Wang Jian asked, his eyes gleaming in the dim light.

Hua Ling blinked. "Young Master?"

Wang Jian felt his energy refilling. The Stellar Demonic Meridian Scripture spun, converting the Yin he had harvested and the pleasure he had consumed into raw stamina. His cock, still buried inside Hua Yimei, twitched. It began to harden again.

"I don’t need sleep," Wang Jian whispered. "I need Yin."

He pulled out of Hua Yimei with a wet pop. Semen leaked from her, pooling on his thighs.

He looked at Hua Ling.

"Ling’er, come here," he commanded, patting the space beside him. "Your turn again."

Hua Ling’s eyes widened. "Again? But... I..."

"Your mother is tired," Wang Jian said, pushing the limp Hua Yimei to the side. "She needs a break. Come. Show me you can take more than her."

The challenge lit a spark in Hua Ling’s eyes. She wanted to be better. She wanted to be the favorite.

She crawled over, her naked body sliding against the silk sheets.

"Yes, Young Master," she whispered.

Wang Jian pulled her onto him. The night was far from over.