Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 969: Gentle Yet Rough

The moon had reached its zenith, a silver eye staring unblinkingly through the latticework windows of the Orchid Palace, yet inside the private chambers of the Sect Leader, the concept of time had dissolved into a sticky, heated haze of unbridled lust. The air was thick, heavy enough to taste, saturated with the coppery tang of virgin blood, the sweet fermentation of spilled spirit wine, and the overwhelming, musky scent of sex.

Wang Jian sat back against the carved spirit-wood headboard of the expansive bed, his breathing steady and deep, a stark contrast to the ragged gasps filling the room. His naked body glowed faintly, the Stellar Demonic Meridian Scripture pulsing beneath his skin like a second circulatory system, eager and ravenous. On his lap sat Hua Ling, the Young Sect Mistress.

She was straddling him, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her small, delicate hands resting on his broad, scarred shoulders for support. She was buried onto him, impaled to the hilt. This was the second round, and the hesitation that had marked her deflowering was gone, burned away by the influx of his Yang essence and replaced by a greedy, instinctual need that surprised even her.

’She adapts quickly,’ Wang Jian thought, his eyes half-closed as he focused on the internal circulation of his Qi. ’Her Primordial Yin is potent. It is a cooling river against the raging fire of my Stellar Qi. Most women would be broken by my size, but her cultivation base allows her to stretch, to accommodate.’

He didn’t need to sit in a meditative lotus position to cultivate. The Stellar Demonic Meridian Scripture was a technique of conquest; it thrived on action, on the friction of bodies and the exchange of essence. As he thrust upward, slow and deliberate, grinding against her cervix, he visualized his meridians acting as siphons. Every time he filled Hua Ling, he drew out a wisp of that pure, foundational Yin energy that only a virgin cultivator possessed. It flowed down his shaft, a cold blue current entering his body, and swirled into his dantian, wrapping around his chaotic, fiery core like a soothing balm, stabilizing the rapid breakthroughs he had forced upon himself recently.

"Young Master..." Hua Ling moaned, her head thrown back, her dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of ink. She bit her lower lip, her eyes fluttering, lost in the sensation of fullness. "It... it feels so full. I feel... hot inside. My dantian is burning."

"That is the power of our union, Ling’er," Wang Jian whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her chest where their bodies touched. He reached up and cupped her breasts. They were firm and perky, fitting perfectly in his palms, the nipples hard as stones against his calloused skin. "My energy is feeding you. Your energy is feeding me. We are becoming one. You are my furnace, and I am the fire."

He thrust harder, abandoning the extreme gentleness of the first round for a more possessive rhythm. Hua Ling gasped, her internal muscles clamping down on him in a spasm of pleasure that nearly made him groan aloud. She was tight, incredibly tight, her body trying to wring every drop of essence from him.

To the side of the bed, kneeling on the plush carpet, was Hua Yimei. The Sect Leader of the Fragrance Melody Sect, a woman who commanded the respect of thousands, was currently reduced to a spectator in her own bedroom. She was naked, her body covered in a sheen of sweat and the drying fluids of their earlier coupling. Her hair was a wild mane around her flushed face, and her large, heavy breasts heaved with every ragged breath she took.

She watched her daughter riding Wang Jian. She saw the look of pure, unadulterated ecstasy on Hua Ling’s face—a look Hua Yimei knew well, for she had worn it herself only an hour ago.

’I should be horrified,’ Hua Yimei thought, a strange, twisted heat pooling in her belly as she watched Wang Jian’s large hands knead her daughter’s flesh. ’I should stop this. I am her mother. I should protect her purity. But... look at him. Look at how he fills her.’

The thought was fleeting, washed away by the throbbing ache between her own legs and the spiritual shackle Wang Jian had placed upon her soul. The Stellar Yang Qi in her system was calling out to its source. Watching him fill her daughter didn’t just shame her; it aroused her to a level that terrified her. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, leaking fluids onto the carpet.

Wang Jian opened his eyes and looked down at Hua Yimei. He saw the hunger in her gaze, the way her hand had unconsciously drifted to her own breast, squeezing the soft flesh as if mimicking his touch on her daughter.

"You like watching, don’t you, Hua Yimei?" Wang Jian taunted, his voice cutting through the sounds of wet friction.

Hua Yimei flinched, her eyes widening. "Master... I..."

"Don’t lie to me," Wang Jian growled. He stopped his thrusting for a moment, leaving Hua Ling whimpering at the sudden loss of motion. He reached out one hand and grabbed Hua Yimei by the back of her neck, pulling her face close to the bed. "Come here. Your daughter needs encouragement. Kiss her."

Hua Yimei hesitated, looking at Hua Ling, who was staring down at her with a hazy, drug-like expression of lust.

"Do it," Wang Jian commanded, his tone brooking no refusal. "Show her how a mother loves her daughter."

Hua Yimei leaned forward. She pressed her lips to Hua Ling’s. It was a tentative kiss at first, filled with guilt, but as Wang Jian began to thrust upward again, driving into Hua Ling, the sensation jolted through both women. Hua Ling moaned into her mother’s mouth, her tongue darting out to deepen the kiss, seeking an anchor in the storm of sensation Wang Jian was creating.

Wang Jian watched the mother and daughter kissing over his cock, his ego swelling along with his lust. He thrust harder, faster, his hips slapping against Hua Ling’s buttocks.

"That’s it," he hissed. "Taste her. Taste the pleasure I give her. Share the burden of serving me."

He released Hua Yimei and grabbed Hua Ling’s waist, taking control of the rhythm completely. He pounded into her, driving her down onto him until their pubic bones ground together.

"Ah! Young Master! I’m... I’m going to...!" Hua Ling screamed, her body arching like a drawn bow.

"Let go," Wang Jian ordered. "Give me your Yin!"

Hua Ling convulsed, her second climax of the night ripping through her. She clamped down on him, milking him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. Wang Jian roared, the influx of Yin energy spiking as she climaxed, fueling his own stamina. He didn’t release. He held back, using her orgasm to refine his cultivation base, turning her pleasure into his power.

As Hua Ling slumped forward, panting and exhausted against his chest, Wang Jian looked at Hua Yimei. The Sect Leader was trembling, her nipples leaking clear fluid from sheer arousal, her pussy slick and dripping onto the carpet.

"You’re jealous, aren’t you?" Wang Jian sneered, moving Hua Ling off his lap and laying her gently on the pillows.

"No... Master, I..." Hua Yimei stammered, unable to meet his eyes.

"You want it," Wang Jian stated, sliding off the bed and standing over her. His cock was still rock hard, glistening with Hua Ling’s juices and blood. It pulsed with a terrifying vitality. "You want me to stretch you open again. You want to feel full. You hate that I gave it to her and not you."

He grabbed Hua Yimei by the arm and hauled her up. He didn’t bother with the bed this time. He dragged her to the heavy wooden vanity table where she used to apply her makeup every morning.

"Bend over," he barked.

Hua Yimei obeyed instantly. Her body moved before her mind could protest. The slave seal on her soul hummed, compelling obedience, but her body’s addiction was a stronger chain. She bent over the table, placing her elbows on the polished wood, sticking her heavy, curvy buttocks out towards him. She arched her back, presenting herself like a mare in heat.

Wang Jian stepped up behind her. He didn’t prepare her; she was already soaking wet from watching him fuck her daughter. He grabbed her wide hips, his thumbs pressing deep into the soft flesh, and drove himself into her in one violent motion.

"AHHHH!" Hua Yimei screamed, the sound echoing off the walls.

The difference in sensation was stark. Hua Ling was tight, a velvet glove that wrapped around him snugly. But Hua Yimei... Hua Yimei was a vice. Her mature body, tempered by centuries of cultivation and now addicted to his essence, gripped him with a strength that threatened to rip his soul out. She was deeper, wetter, and far more demanding. Her interior was hot, like molten silk.

"Yes! Yes! Harder!" Hua Yimei cried out, abandoning all dignity. "Fuck me! Break me! Use me, Master!"

Wang Jian obliged. He hammered into her, his hips slamming against her buttocks with a wet, meaty sound that filled the room. Smack. Smack. Smack. He grabbed her hair with one hand, pulling her head back so she had to look at herself in the vanity mirror.

"Look at you," he growled in her ear, biting the lobe hard enough to draw a drop of blood. "The great Sect Leader. Ass in the air, drool on your chin, begging for it while your daughter watches. Does this look like a Sect Leader to you? You look like a common whore."

In the mirror, Hua Yimei saw her own reflection—flushed, wild-eyed, her mouth open in a rictus of ecstasy. And in the background, reflected in the glass, she saw Hua Ling sitting up on the bed, watching them with wide, fascinated eyes.

’She sees me,’ Hua Yimei thought, a wave of shame washing over her, only to be instantly incinerated by the pleasure of Wang Jian hitting her cervix. ’She sees what I am. A slut. His slut. And I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.’

"Look at her tits, Ling’er!" Wang Jian shouted to the girl on the bed, reaching around to grab Hua Yimei’s massive breasts. They swayed heavily with every thrust, their weight substantial in his hands. He squeezed them brutally, kneading the doughy flesh, pinching the nipples until they were purple. "Look at how they bounce! Your mother was made for breeding! She loves this! Her tits are so much bigger than yours, aren’t they?"

"She... she does..." Hua Ling whispered, entranced by the violence of their coupling. "She looks... happy. Her breasts... they are huge."

"I am! I am happy!" Hua Yimei wailed, lying to save her daughter, and telling the truth to save herself. "Master, please! Fill me! Make me full!"

Wang Jian laughed, a dark, triumphant sound. He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming a blur of motion. He fucked her until her legs gave out and she collapsed onto the table, her cheek pressed against the cool wood. He didn’t stop. He bent his knees and kept going, grinding into her from behind.

"Cum for me, sow!"

Hua Yimei screamed as her body shattered. She climaxed violently, her inner walls pulsating around his cock, milking him.

Wang Jian grunted, feeling his own release building, but he held it back. He wasn’t done. He pulled out of Hua Yimei with a wet pop, leaving her twitching on the table.

He turned to Hua Ling.

"Your turn," he said, his voice rough.

Hua Ling didn’t wait to be asked twice. The sight of her mother being ravaged had ignited a strange, competitive fire in her belly. She wanted to be the one making those sounds. She wanted to be the one he was holding.

She crawled to the edge of the bed. "Take me, Young Master. Please. I can take it. I can take more than her. I love you more than she does!"

Wang Jian grinned. He walked over and pulled her to the edge of the mattress. He lifted her legs, draping them over his shoulders.

"Prove it," he challenged.

He entered her again. This time, there was no pain for Hua Ling, only a searing fullness that stretched her to her limits. She wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling herself wider, offering him everything.

"Deeper!" she cried, mimicking her mother’s pleas. "Go deeper!"

Wang Jian obliged, burying himself to the root. He leaned forward, grabbing her breasts, comparing them mentally to Hua Yimei’s. They were firmer, standing up on their own, perky and resilient. He sucked on her nipple, biting down, making her cry out.

"You are tighter than her," Wang Jian whispered, knowing exactly what to say to fuel the rivalry. "Sweeter. You wrap around me perfectly."

’I am better,’ Hua Ling thought, a surge of triumph mixing with the lust. ’I am tighter than Mother. He likes me more.’

From the vanity table, Hua Yimei pushed herself up on shaky arms. She watched them. She saw the tenderness in Wang Jian’s eyes as he looked at Hua Ling—a tenderness that was absent when he looked at her.

’He loves her,’ Hua Yimei told herself, the lie becoming her reality. ’He uses me like a toilet, but he loves her. That is good. That is how it should be.’

But as she watched Wang Jian’s hips pistoning into her daughter, a dark jealousy coiled in her gut. The slave seal pulsed, amplifying her desire to serve him, to be the one receiving his favor. She crawled across the floor on her hands and knees, moving towards the bed like a moth to a flame.

She reached Wang Jian. She couldn’t touch him while he was inside Hua Ling, so she pressed her face against his thigh. She licked the sweat and fluids from his skin, nuzzling against his leg like a pet begging for attention.

Wang Jian looked down, feeling the wet warmth of her tongue. He smirked. He reached down with one hand and tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back.

"Jealous bitch," he murmured fondly.

He kept thrusting into Hua Ling, but he used his hand to guide Hua Yimei’s mouth to his balls.

"Make yourself useful," he commanded. "If you want my attention, earn it."

Hua Yimei opened her mouth and took him in. She licked and sucked, using her tongue to stimulate him from below while he ravished her daughter from above. She hummed against his skin, desperate to please.

The sensation of being serviced by two generations of the Hua family at once was mind-breaking. Wang Jian threw his head back, a groan tearing from his throat. The tightness of the daughter, the skill of the mother... it was a paradise of flesh.

"Stop," Wang Jian suddenly commanded, halting his thrusts.

Both women froze, looking at him with wide, expectant eyes.

"We are going to play a game," Wang Jian said, his voice laced with amusement. "A family game."

He withdrew from Hua Ling and sat back on the bed, crossing his legs. His massive erection stood tall, glistening with the mingled fluids of mother and daughter.

"Hua Yimei," he addressed the mother. "Sit on the edge of the bed."

She scrambled up and sat, her legs dangling.

"Hua Ling," he addressed the daughter. "Sit on her lap. Facing me."

Hua Ling hesitated for a moment, then obeyed. She sat on her mother’s lap, her back to Hua Yimei’s chest.

"Now," Wang Jian said. "We are going to enact a little scene. Yimei, you are the righteous, benevolent mother who is trying to teach her daughter propriety. Ling’er, you are the rebellious daughter who only wants to be fucked by her lover."

Hua Yimei’s face flamed. "Master... I..."

"Begin," Wang Jian ordered, his tone darkening. "Or I punish you both."

Hua Yimei swallowed hard. She wrapped her arms around her daughter’s waist.

"Ling’er," Hua Yimei started, her voice trembling. "You... you shouldn’t be here. It is improper for a young girl to be so... loose."

"I don’t care, Mother!" Hua Ling shot back, getting into the role with surprising ease. "I love him! I want him inside me! Your rules are boring!"

Wang Jian laughed. He moved closer to them.

"Spread your legs, Ling’er," he said.

Hua Ling spread her legs wide. Because she was sitting on her mother’s lap, this action exposed both of them. Wang Jian could see Hua Ling’s pink, swollen pussy, and beneath it, Hua Yimei’s darker, wetter entrance.

"Mother," Wang Jian said to Hua Yimei. "Hold her tits. Keep her decent."

Hua Yimei reached up and cupped her daughter’s breasts. Her hands looked huge against Hua Ling’s smaller chest. She squeezed them.

"You are too wild, daughter," Hua Yimei whispered, tears in her eyes. "You must control yourself."

"I can’t!" Hua Ling moaned as her mother played with her nipples. "He makes me hot!"

Wang Jian drove into Hua Ling.

"Ahhh!"

Because Hua Yimei was holding her, she felt every thrust. She felt the impact of Wang Jian’s body slamming into her daughter, which then slammed into her.

"Scold her, Yimei!" Wang Jian shouted, thrusting harder. "Tell her she’s a bad girl while I fuck her!"

"You... you are a bad girl!" Hua Yimei sobbed, holding onto her daughter for dear life. "You are letting a man use you like this... in front of your mother!"

"I like it!" Hua Ling screamed. "I like being a bad girl! Fuck me, Young Master! Ignore her!"

Wang Jian switched targets. He pulled Hua Ling off and threw her onto the bed. He grabbed Hua Yimei and pulled her forward.

"Now the mother," he growled. "The hypocrite."

He entered Hua Yimei.

"Ling’er, scold your mother," he commanded. "Tell her she’s a fake."

Hua Ling, fueled by the strange energy of the night, crawled over. She slapped her mother’s breast.

"You hypocrite!" Hua Ling yelled. "You told me to be chaste, but look at you! You’re taking his cock deeper than I can! You’re a slut, Mother!"

"I am!" Hua Yimei wailed, arching her back as Wang Jian hit her prostate. "I am a slut! I can’t help it! He’s too big! He’s too good!"

"Look at those tits!" Wang Jian roared, grabbing Hua Yimei’s breasts and shaking them. "They are udders! Milk bags! They exist to be used!"

He smacked Hua Yimei’s breast hard. The flesh rippled.

"Yes! Use them!" Hua Yimei cried. "Use my tits! Use my pussy! Just fill me!"

The skit devolved into pure chaos. Wang Jian fucked them relentlessly, switching between them every few minutes, making them insult each other, making them kiss, making them compete.

Hours bled into one another. The moon set, and the sun began to paint the sky in hues of orange and pink, but the occupants of the room did not stop.

Wang Jian took them in turns, a relentless machine of stamina and lust. He fucked Hua Ling until she passed out, then woke her up by fucking her again. He used Hua Yimei in every position imaginable—bent over the bed, pressed against the window, held up against the wall.

Each woman tried to outdo the other.

"Look at me, Master!" Hua Yimei would scream as she rode him, bouncing her massive breasts in his face. "I can take it all! I can take your knot!"

"No, look at me!" Hua Ling would cry when it was her turn, arching her back so her small waist and round ass were displayed perfectly. "I’m your favorite! I’m your wife!"

Wang Jian played them against each other like a maestro conducting a symphony of depravity.

"You’re both my sluts," he told them, slapping Hua Ling’s ass while he was buried inside Hua Yimei. "But Ling’er... Ling’er tastes like spring. Yimei tastes like a used rag. A delicious, well-worn rag."

He relished the hurt in Yimei’s eyes, the way she tried harder, clamping down on him, desperate to prove her worth.

By the time the sun was high in the sky, they had lost count of the rounds. Wang Jian had climaxed over twenty times, his potent seed flooding their wombs repeatedly, turning their bellies slightly distended with his essence. The women had climaxed dozens of times each, their bodies stuck in a permanent state of over-sensitivity, where even a brush of the sheets made them shudder.

They lay in a tangle of limbs on the ruined bed. Hua Ling was curled against Wang Jian’s side, her head on his chest, sleeping the sleep of the exhausted. Hua Yimei lay at his feet, her cheek resting on his ankle, her hand loosely holding his calf.

Wang Jian lay awake, his eyes burning with the golden light of his cultivation. He felt stronger than ever. The Primordial Yin he had harvested from Hua Ling was settling in his dantian, a pearl of pure energy. And the constant refueling from Hua Yimei’s mature Yin had polished his foundation until it shone.

He looked at the two women. The mother and the daughter. The Sect Leader and the Heir. Both broken. Both his.

’This is just the beginning,’ he thought, running a hand through Hua Ling’s hair. ’With these two as my furnace, my path to the Core Formation Realm is open.’

He nudged Hua Yimei with his foot.

"Wake up," he said softly.

Hua Yimei stirred instantly, her training kicking in. She lifted her head, her eyes groggy but obedient. She crawled up the bed, her movements stiff but compliant.

"Master...?"

"I’m hungry again," Wang Jian said, his cock twitching back to life against his stomach.

Hua Yimei looked at his cock. A mix of exhaustion and hunger crossed her face. She crawled up the bed, careful not to wake her daughter, and positioned herself over him.

"Let me feed you, Master," she whispered.

She lowered herself onto him, taking him inside her soreness, her massive breasts swinging as she began to ride him in the silence of the morning, desperate to steal a few moments of his favor before the daughter woke up to claim him again.