Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 984: The Awakening of the Masochistic Bitch

The cold, unforgiving surface of the frost-covered jade pavement bit into the exposed skin of Shangguan Wan’er’s back, a stark and jarring contrast to the absolute, blistering heat of the humiliation coursing through her veins. The torn halves of her incredibly expensive, custom-tailored golden spirit-silk dress fell away, utterly ruined by a single, casual motion of Wang Jian’s hand. The violent action completely exposed her large, heavy, plump breasts to the biting, magically chilled air of the Ice Heart Pavilion’s main courtyard. They spilled out freely, completely untethered, heaving violently with her panicked, ragged breaths. The sudden exposure to the cold caused her prominent, dark pink nipples to tighten instantly, forming hard, highly sensitive peaks against her will.

Shangguan Wan’er gasped, a sound of sheer, unadulterated horror escaping her luscious lips. Her hands, adorned with rings containing wealth that could purchase entire mortal empires, flew up instinctively to cover her massive, plump breasts. Her fingers trembled, failing to adequately hide the abundant, soft flesh that spilled over the edges of her desperate grip.

She scrambled backward across the jade pavement, her incredibly sexy, curvaceous body moving with frantic, uncoordinated desperation. Her plump, voluminous ass dragged against the cold stone, the golden silk bunching around her waist. The arrogant, untouchable facade that she had meticulously maintained for centuries as the absolute ruler of the Golden-Scale Auction House was visibly cracking under the sheer, unprecedented vulnerability of her sudden nakedness. She was a woman who dictated the flow of fortunes, who commanded Half-Step Nascent Soul experts with a flick of her wrist, and now she was reduced to a half-naked spectacle on a freezing floor.

"Do not touch me, you filthy demonic beast!" Shangguan Wan’er spat, the words tearing from her throat with absolute, venomous hatred. Her dark hair was a wild, tangled mess around her exquisitely beautiful face, but her eyes blazed with an unyielding, furious defiance. Even as her formidable Half-Step Nascent Soul Qi remained entirely suppressed, suffocated beneath the crushing, heavy gravity of his modified array and the overwhelming density of his dark aura, the pride of a titan of commerce refused to simply extinguish. "I am Shangguan Wan’er! I will have this entire floating city drop upon your head before I let a rat like you defile me!"

Wang Jian merely laughed. It was a dark, rumbling sound that echoed off the blood-red illuminated walls of the courtyard, completely devoid of any intimidation or concern for her threats. He looked down at her frantic scrambling, his starlit eyes gleaming with profound, predatory amusement.

With a smooth, unhurried motion, Wang Jian reached up and unfastened the silver sash of his pristine, scholarly white robes. He let the heavy fabric slip from his broad shoulders, the garment falling to the jade pavement in a pool of white silk.

He revealed his flawless, incredibly muscular physique to the cold night air. His skin bore the dark, metallic luster of his Stellar Body Tempering, radiating a terrifying, boundless physical vitality that made the surrounding air warp and shimmer. And extending proudly from his groin was his fully rigid, massive dick, a thick, dark, veins-corded weapon of absolute conquest that pulsed with scorching, untamed Yang heat.

Shangguan Wan’er’s pale, furious face flushed a deep, violent crimson as her eyes inadvertently darted down to the massive, terrifyingly thick appendage. A fresh wave of primal, biological terror washed over her, battling against her stubborn outrage.

Wang Jian did not give her time to process the sight. He lunged forward with the explosive, physics-defying speed of a hunting leviathan.

Before she could even push herself further back, his large, calloused hands shot out, wrapping like iron manacles around her slender, perfectly formed ankles.

"No! Let go of me!" Shangguan Wan’er shrieked, her voice echoing in the magically silenced courtyard. She kicked wildly, her bare heels striking against his forearms, attempting to break his grip.

Wang Jian entirely ignored her shrieks and her futile struggles. His physical strength, augmented by the abyssal density of his Stellar Core, was absolute. With a single, forceful pull, he dragged her incredibly sexy, curvaceous body forcefully back toward him across the slick jade pavement.

"A filthy beast?" Wang Jian growled, his voice dropping to a dark, menacing register as he effortlessly hauled her struggling form closer. "A filthy beast is exactly what a pampered, arrogant merchant needs to learn her true place in this universe. You have sat on your golden throne for too long, dictating terms to men. Tonight, you do not dictate anything. Tonight, you are merely flesh."

He did not allow her to remain on her back. With a brutal, twisting motion, Wang Jian grabbed her by the hips and flipped her entirely onto her stomach. He pinned her flat against the cold, hard jade pavement, using the sheer, immense weight of his muscular body to press her down, rendering her thrashing limbs completely useless.

Wang Jian positioned himself on his knees directly behind her. He paused for a fraction of a second, his dark eyes taking in the magnificent sight before him. With her torn golden dress bunched around her waist, the lower half of her body was spectacularly displayed. He admired the incredibly sexy, voluminous curve of her plump ass, the twin mounds of perfectly soft, abundant flesh rising invitingly in the blood-red light. It was a backside that had never known hardship, pampered and preserved, and it was practically begging to be violently brutalized and marked as his territory.

Without a single ounce of preparation, without a drop of natural lubrication or a moment of tender foreplay to ease the way, Wang Jian gripped her wide, flared hips with bruising force.

He thrust his massive, scorching dick forward, aiming perfectly, and buried himself deep into her tight, wet, virgin pussy in one violent, continuous, unstoppable motion.

"AGHHHHHHH!"

Shangguan Wan’er let out a loud, piercing, blood-curdling scream that threatened to tear her vocal cords. Her back arched violently off the jade pavement, her spine bowing as if struck by a bolt of lightning. The physical pain of the brutal intrusion was immense; the sheer, terrifying size of his weapon aggressively stretched her delicate inner tissues far beyond their natural limits. But the physical tearing was entirely eclipsed by the violent, catastrophic spiritual invasion.

The scorching, volatile heat of his Stellar Demonic Yang Qi flooded into her suppressed meridians like a river of boiling magma crashing into a serene lake. The agonizing burn tore through her inner walls, clashing violently with her own condensed, Half-Step Nascent Soul foundation.

Her fingers curled into tight claws, scraping uselessly against the indestructible frost-jade floorboards as her entire body convulsed around his thick shaft.

"You bastard!" Shangguan Wan’er screamed into the floorboards, her voice muffled but vibrating with absolute, unyielding hatred. Tears of pure agony streamed from her beautiful eyes, pooling on the cold stone. "I will kill you! I will have you flayed alive for this! I will hire every assassin in the Myriad Reefs to carve your flesh into pieces!"

Her stubborn mouth simply refused to yield. Even impaled, even pinned and entirely helpless, the ruler of the auction house spat venom, attempting to maintain her psychological superiority when her physical defenses had completely collapsed.

Wang Jian did not respond with words. He responded with the heavy, unfeeling palm of his hand.

He raised his large, dark hand high into the red-lit air and brought it down with calculated, resounding force, delivering a vicious, stinging smack directly onto her curvaceous, jiggling left buttock.

SLAP!

The sharp, incredibly loud cracking sound echoed like a gunshot in the enclosed, silent courtyard. The sheer force of the blow sent a violent ripple through the abundant, soft flesh of her plump ass, instantly leaving a vivid, bright red handprint blazing across her very fair, previously unblemished skin.

Shangguan Wan’er gasped sharply, her body jerking under the sudden, stinging impact. The curse she had been formulating died on her lips.

However, something deeply unsettling, something fundamentally wrong, occurred within the fractions of a second following the strike.

Deep within Shangguan Wan’er’s suppressed, highly disciplined mind, an incredibly foreign, utterly forbidden sensation began to bloom like a dark, poisonous lotus. The sharp, burning pain radiating from her smacked buttock did not merely register as agony. The Stellar Demonic Qi that had invaded her body acted as an insidious catalyst, hijacking her nervous system. It took the sharp, stinging pain and instantly transmuted it, sending a jarring, electrical thrill of profound, dark pleasure shooting straight down her spine and pooling heavily in her groin.

Her breath hitched. A sudden, terrifying wave of wet, euphoric heat flooded her lower abdomen, entirely separate from the searing pain of his massive dick stretching her open.

’What... what is wrong with me?!’ Shangguan Wan’er thought in absolute, paralyzing panic. Her brilliant, analytical mind completely short-circuited as she realized what her body was doing. She was a woman of supreme control, yet she felt her inner vaginal walls instinctively, greedily clamping down significantly harder on his incredibly thick shaft in direct, biological response to the humiliating punishment. Her inner muscles spasmed rhythmically, milking the source of her pain as if begging for more. ’Why did that... why did that feel good? I am being violated! I should be focusing on my Qi, on escaping! Not... not this!’

Wang Jian, possessing terrifyingly perceptive, high-tier Core Formation senses, immediately felt the sudden, greedy clenching of her tight pussy around his dick. The subtle, involuntary shift in her internal musculature was impossible to hide. He looked down and noticed the slight, eager tremble running through her thick thighs, the way her curvaceous ass subtly pushed back against his groin, seeking the friction.

A profound, wickedly dark smile slowly spread across Wang Jian’s handsome face.

’Well, well,’ Wang Jian thought, his dark eyes gleaming with absolute, victorious amusement as he analyzed the biological data she was unconsciously broadcasting. ’How utterly fascinating. The untouchable, arrogant merchant ruler, a woman who commands empires of gold and holds the fates of thousands in her hands, hides a filthy, pain-loving, masochistic slut beneath all that wealth and bravado. Her body is completely addicted to the very degradation her mind despises. This... this changes the curriculum entirely.’

Wang Jian decided in an instant to pretend he hadn’t noticed her hidden, shameful perversion. He would not call it out verbally; doing so would only allow her conscious mind to build defensive barriers against it. Instead, he would play the role of the exceptionally cruel, unyielding punisher, utilizing his physical dominance to exploit her deep-seated masochism to its absolute, mind-shattering fullest.

He gripped her wide, incredibly sexy hips firmly in his large hands, his fingers digging deeply into her soft flesh, anchoring her in place.

With a powerful, driving motion of his core, he pulled her plump ass backward to meet his relentless, bruising thrusts. He set a brutal, unforgiving, and deeply penetrating rhythm. He did not make love to her; he used her body as a vessel for his aggression, his hips snapping forward with devastating kinetic force, slamming his pelvic bone against her incredibly fair skin.

Every time she opened her mouth to curse him, every time she gasped out a threat against his life, Wang Jian delivered another vicious, resounding smack to her jiggling, bouncing buttocks.

SLAP! "You demonic bastard!"

SLAP! "I will destroy your entire sect!"

SLAP! "Ahhh!"

With every heavy, stinging blow, her very fair skin turned a brighter, more inflamed shade of bright red. The vivid handprints overlapped, turning her pristine cheeks into a canvas of beautiful, degrading punishment. And with every single slap, the dark, forbidden thrill within her intensified exponentially, fighting a terrifying war against her conscious pride.

"Keep talking, merchant," Wang Jian taunted her, his voice a low, mocking growl that vibrated against her back. He pounded into her tight, wet pussy with merciless vigor, ensuring every thrust stretched her to the absolute limit. "Your pathetic insults only earn you more pain. Let us see how much of my discipline your fragile, pampered skin can endure before you learn how to address your betters."

Shangguan Wan’er bit her luscious lower lip so hard she drew blood. She was trying desperately, with every ounce of her formidable willpower, to suppress the humiliating, breathy moans of genuine, undeniable pleasure that threatened to escape her throat with every stinging blow and every deep, stretching thrust. She felt her sanity fracturing. The pain was agonizing, yet the corresponding rush of euphoric, dark ecstasy was completely overwhelming her suppressed Half-Step Nascent Soul foundation. Her body was betraying her in the most fundamental, shameful way possible.

"You are... a dead man," Shangguan Wan’er hissed stubbornly into the frost-jade pavement. However, her voice entirely lacked its previous tyrannical conviction. It sounded incredibly weak, breathy, and trembled with suppressed arousal. Her hips were unconsciously, rhythmically undulating backward, meeting his brutal thrusts halfway, her body desperate for the friction and the heat.

Wang Jian decided it was time to change the angle of her humiliation.

Without breaking his relentless rhythm, he reached down and grabbed her firmly by the narrow waist. With a sudden, powerful yank fueled by his Stellar Body Tempering, he forced her incredibly sexy, curvaceous body to sit up on her knees.

He remained buried deep inside her from behind, his massive dick acting as a solid anchor, keeping her pinned to his groin as she was forced into the upright, kneeling position.

Her torn golden spirit-silk dress fell completely away, pooling around her waist. Her upper body was entirely bare, exposed to the blood-red light and the freezing air.

Wang Jian reached his large, dark arms around her slender torso. His hands roughly, possessively captured her massive, heavy, plump breasts. He squeezed the incredibly abundant, soft flesh with bruising, deliberate force, entirely disregarding any concept of gentleness.

Shangguan Wan’er gasped loudly, her head throwing back involuntarily, her dark, messy hair cascading over his shoulder. The sudden, rough handling of her most sensitive assets sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to her clitoris.

Wang Jian violently kneaded her massive breasts, his hands molding the heavy flesh as if he were shaping clay. His thumbs deliberately sought out her prominent, sensitive pink nipples, pinching and twisting the tight, hard peaks with a cruel, agonizing pressure.

"Such heavy, cumbersome things," Wang Jian mocked her, leaning his head forward and burying his face in the soft crook of her neck, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "They must be a terrible burden when you are trying to negotiate your little merchant deals. They were clearly made to be used, squeezed, and abused by a real man, not hidden away under layers of expensive golden silk."

He did not wait for her to formulate a retort. Wang Jian began to aggressively, crudely motorboat her massive, heavy breasts from behind. He pressed his face deeply into the lush, creamy cleavage, shaking his head rapidly side to side. His mouth and lips made crude, loud, incredibly wet smacking sounds against her soft, very fair flesh.

The action was profoundly vulgar, entirely disregarding any remaining shred of her dignity or her lofty status as the Mistress of the Golden-Scale Auction House.

"Stop it! Ah! You are an animal!" Shangguan Wan’er cried out, her voice a mixture of desperate outrage and undeniable, humiliating arousal. She raised her hands, trying weakly to push his large, dark hands away from her breasts, but her strength was entirely gone. Her body completely and utterly betrayed her mind. Her pink nipples, under his rough, twisting abuse, hardened into excruciatingly sensitive, tight pebbles, sending waves of intense, agonizing pleasure radiating through her chest and straight down into her clamped, dripping pussy.

Her inner walls spasmed violently around his thick shaft, her vaginal muscles contracting in a rapid, involuntary rhythm that practically begged him to keep going.

Wang Jian felt the intense, milking contractions and smirked against her soft skin. He pulled his face from her cleavage and grabbed her firmly by the jaw, his fingers digging into her cheeks, forcing her head around so she had to look at him over her shoulder.

"Since your mouth is so full of stubborn insults and pathetic threats," Wang Jian stated coldly, his starlit eyes boring into her tear-filled, wide, panicked gaze, "let us put it to much better use. Perhaps a different kind of gag will teach you the silence required of a good slave."

With a smooth, powerful motion, Wang Jian pulled his slick, massive dick completely out of her dripping, utterly ruined pussy.

Shangguan Wan’er let out a soft, pathetic whine of loss as the scorching heat and the stretching fullness abruptly vanished, leaving her feeling hollow and incredibly needy.

Before she could process the sudden absence, Wang Jian forcefully shoved her shoulders down, guiding her incredibly sexy, curvaceous body back toward the jade pavement, but this time, he forced her to turn and face him. He dropped to his knees in front of her.

He grabbed her by the back of her messy, dark hair, pulling her face forward and guiding his massive, dark, pre-cum slicked dick directly toward her luscious, red-painted lips.

"Clean it," Wang Jian ordered, his voice echoing with absolute, tyrannical command.

Shangguan Wan’er’s eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror at the vulgar demand. She was a Half-Step Nascent Soul expert. She dined with City Lords and dictated the economies of entire sea domains. The mere thought of taking a man’s member into her mouth, especially the demonic beast who had just violently ravaged her, was deeply, fundamentally abhorrent to her conscious mind.

She stubbornly, furiously clamped her lips tightly shut, shaking her head side to side, her eyes blazing with a final, desperate spark of rebellious pride.

Wang Jian did not yell. He did not threaten.

He simply raised his hand and delivered a sharp, incredibly hard slap directly across her beautiful, flushed cheek.

SMACK!

The sting was immediate and brilliant. Shangguan Wan’er’s head jerked to the side.

And just like the slaps to her buttocks, the pain on her cheek acted as an instant, powerful trigger for her deeply ingrained, newly awakened masochism. The sting bypassed her pride entirely, sending a massive, overwhelming rush of dark, submissive thrill directly to her brain, flooding her system with endorphins and raw, undeniable lust.

Her stubborn resistance shattered completely into a million irreparable pieces. The arrogant merchant ruler died in that singular moment, replaced entirely by a creature governed solely by the desire to serve and receive punishment.

She turned her head back to face him, her eyes hazy, dilated, and filled with a desperate, hungry submission. She eagerly, willingly opened her mouth, parting her luscious lips, and leaned forward, taking the thick, swollen head of his massive dick past her lips and onto her tongue.

She sucked him with clumsy, unpracticed, but entirely desperate enthusiasm. She had never performed such an act in her centuries of life, but her body instinctively sought to please the master who had unlocked her true nature. Her mind was completely, irrevocably fracturing under the bizarre, contradictory cocktail of forced, absolute submission, intense physical pain, and overwhelming, mind-melting sexual ecstasy. She bobbed her head up and down, her hands coming up to tentatively cup his dark, muscular thighs, her throat working eagerly to swallow his length.

Wang Jian looked down at the top of her messy, dark hair as she degraded herself before him. He felt the immense, intoxicating, unparalleled rush of absolute conquest. He was not just breaking a woman; he had taken a titan of commerce, a woman who genuinely believed she owned the world and everyone in it, and reduced her to a desperate, pain-craving slut eagerly sucking his dick on a freezing floor just to avoid another slap—or perhaps, to earn one.

He allowed her to service him for a few long, deeply satisfying minutes, enjoying the clumsy but enthusiastic pressure of her luscious lips and tongue.

But the jade pavement of the courtyard was entirely too cold, and he preferred the comforts of the spoils he had already claimed.

Wang Jian grabbed her by her tangled dark hair and gently but firmly pulled his dick from her wet mouth. A thick string of saliva connected her lips to the tip of his shaft before snapping.

He didn’t give her time to rest. He reached down and hauled her incredibly sexy, curvaceous body back to her feet. With a display of overwhelming, effortless physical strength, he grabbed her by the backs of her thick, soft thighs and lifted her entirely off the ground.

"We are not staying in this courtyard," Wang Jian declared, adjusting his grip, carrying her voluptuous, naked body as easily as if she weighed absolutely nothing.

He positioned her hips directly over his groin. Without a single moment of hesitation, he impaled her once more, dropping her body weight directly onto his massive, upward-pointing dick, burying himself to the absolute hilt in one smooth motion.

Shangguan Wan’er gasped loudly, her arms flying up to wrap desperately around his thick, muscular neck to stabilize herself as she was suspended entirely in the air, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.

Wang Jian began to walk purposefully toward the heavy double doors of the main hall, navigating the corridors of the Ice Heart Pavilion.

He did not walk smoothly. With every heavy, deliberate step Wang Jian took, he thrust deeply upward into her tight, wet pussy. The jarring, rhythmic motion was incredibly intense. Every stride caused her large, heavy, plump breasts to bounce wildly against his chest, her pink nipples rubbing delightfully against his dark skin. Furthermore, the sheer weight of her incredibly curvaceous, plump ass jiggled and bounced heavily against his groin with every devastating impact.

The depth of the penetration, combined with the lack of leverage on her part, created a sensation of absolute, overwhelming fullness that scrambled her already fractured senses.

"Ah! Master! It’s too deep! Ah!"

Shangguan Wan’er cried out, her voice echoing in the quiet corridors. The title slipped accidentally, entirely unbidden, from her stubborn mouth. The sheer, brutal, physical pleasure of the deep, suspended thrusting had completely short-circuited her remaining, threadbare pride.

Wang Jian stopped his purposeful stride instantly. He stood perfectly still in the middle of the hallway.

"What was that?" Wang Jian asked cruelly, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He released one of her thighs, using his now-free hand to deliver a resounding, incredibly hard smack directly to her suspended, jiggling ass.

SLAP!

"I thought I was a filthy demonic beast?" Wang Jian taunted her, his fingers digging into the red mark he had just created. "I thought you were going to have me flayed alive?"

Shangguan Wan’er threw her head back, a long, breathless moan escaping her lips as the sharp sting of the slap ignited the dark, masochistic fire in her belly once more. She didn’t try to pull away. In fact, she unconsciously leaned her curvaceous body heavier into his hand, arching her back to press her plump ass more firmly against his palm, actively chasing the dark, degrading thrill of his punishment.

"You are! Ah! You are a beast!" Shangguan Wan’er cried out, desperately trying to maintain some farcical semblance of her arrogant persona, but the words were completely betrayed by the lust-heavy, desperate whine in her voice and the way her wet pussy clenched around his dick, begging him to resume moving. "Please... ah... keep walking... beast..."

Wang Jian chuckled darkly, profoundly satisfied with her total mental collapse. He resumed his heavy, thrusting strides, carrying her incredibly sexy, thoroughly used, naked body toward the master chamber.

He pushed the grand doors open, stepping into the dim, musk-scented room.

He paraded her suspended, bouncing form directly past the kneeling, perfectly obedient, naked forms of Hua Yimei and Chen Ying, who had returned to their guard positions. The two loyal sluts watched with cold, analytical eyes as the mighty Mistress of the Golden-Scale Auction House, the wealthiest woman in the sea region, bounced on their master’s dick, weeping and moaning in absolute submission.

Wang Jian carried her to the edge of the grand, circular bed. He unceremoniously threw her roughly onto the mattress.

Shangguan Wan’er’s exhausted, sweat-slicked, heavily marked body sank deeply into the soft, luxurious snow-fox furs. She sprawled out on her back, her massive breasts heaving, her thick thighs spread wide, completely vulnerable and utterly defeated.

Wang Jian followed her down immediately. He didn’t give her a second to recover. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them firmly to the furs high above her head with one hand, completely neutralizing any lingering, pathetic instinct to resist.

He positioned himself between her thighs and drove his massive dick back into her ruined, dripping pussy.

But this time, he was not merely seeking physical satisfaction or psychological domination. He was securing the ultimate prize of his conquest.

Wang Jian closed his eyes and fiercely, aggressively activated the primary devouring technique of the Stellar Demonic Meridian Scripture.

He began to pound into her with relentless, terrifying speed and brutal force. With every deep, punishing thrust, the dark, parasitic energy of his scripture latched onto the foundational core of her Half-Step Nascent Soul cultivation.

A visible, thick, almost luminous stream of incredibly dense, impossibly rich, silver-gold Yin essence was violently, forcefully extracted directly from the deepest recesses of her core. The pure energy flowed out of her virgin pussy, seamlessly and relentlessly merging into Wang Jian’s dark, expansive aura.

The energy of a Half-Step Nascent Soul expert was vastly superior in quality and sheer volume to anything he had consumed thus far. It felt like swallowing a compressed ocean of raw, unfiltered power.

Shangguan Wan’er screamed. It was a prolonged, incredibly loud scream that was a chaotic, terrifying mixture of profound, devastating spiritual loss and brain-melting, absolute physical pleasure. Her mind was entirely erased by the overwhelming sensation. Her identity as the esteemed, arrogant, untouchable merchant queen was burned away in the crucible of his demonic dual cultivation, leaving behind only the raw, biological reality of a female submitting totally to an apex predator.

She thrashed under his pinning grip, her plump ass bouncing off the furs to meet his violent thrusts, her vaginal walls convulsing so hard she thought she might pass out from the sheer intensity of the climax he was forcing upon her while simultaneously draining her dry.

The violent extraction continued for what felt like an eternity, the room echoing with the wet, heavy sounds of their colliding flesh and her breathless, broken shrieks.

By the time Wang Jian felt his own Stellar Demonic Core reach its absolute, swelling limit, he finally allowed himself to let go. With a deep, guttural roar that shook the air in the chamber, he reached his peak.

He released a massive, overwhelming, seemingly endless torrent of blazing, scorching stellar seed deep inside her quivering, thoroughly conquered womb. The burning heat of his climax flooded her internal cavern, sealing his absolute ownership over her body and her soul.

He held himself deep inside her, panting heavily, feeling the immense, newly acquired Half-Step Nascent Soul energy settling and condensing within his own dantian, significantly pushing his cultivation base toward its next inevitable breakthrough.

Slowly, Wang Jian withdrew his massive dick.

Shangguan Wan’er lay completely motionless on the snow-fox furs. Her arms fell limply to her sides. Her incredibly sexy, curvaceous body was covered in sweat, his dried essence, and the vivid, bright red handprints that marked her as his property. Her massive breasts rose and fell shallowly. Her mind was completely blank.

She was no longer the Mistress of the Golden-Scale Auction House. She was nothing more than a weeping, shivering, thoroughly broken slut, completely and irreversibly addicted to the dark, humiliating punishments of the man who now owned her world.