Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 985: The Auction House’s Background

The afternoon sun shifted its golden rays, casting long, distorted shadows through the frost-covered latticework of the Ice Heart Pavilion’s high windows. Outside, Azure Cloud City continued its bustling, noisy existence, merchants haggling over spirit stones and cultivators soaring through the sky, completely oblivious to the horrific subjugation that had permanently altered the power dynamics of their region. Inside the master chamber, the heavy, suffocating, musk-filled atmosphere remained entirely unchanged. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, forced submission, and the overpowering, dark ozone of Wang Jian’s Stellar Demonic Qi.

Hours had bled into one another, yet Wang Jian simply refused to let Shangguan Wan’er rest. The Mistress of the Golden-Scale Auction House, a woman whose mere signature could bankrupt minor sects and command the deployment of elite armadas, was currently sprawled across the ruined snow-fox furs, panting heavily, her incredibly sexy, curvaceous body slick with perspiration and his dried essence. She had been broken, shattered, and meticulously rebuilt into a creature that existed solely to crave the very punishments that degraded her.

Wang Jian stood beside the bed, his flawlessly tempered, muscular physique radiating an intimidating, bottomless vitality. He looked down at the shivering, voluptuous woman. He was not finished. He had broken her pride, but now he needed to excavate the vast troves of intelligence hidden within her brilliant, mercantile mind.

"Get up," Wang Jian commanded, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that sent an immediate, involuntary shiver of arousal down Shangguan Wan’er’s spine.

She whimpered softly, her large, heavy, plump breasts heaving as she struggled to push her exhausted body off the mattress. Her limbs felt like lead, her muscles trembling from the relentless, brutal dual cultivation that had forcefully drained her Half-Step Nascent Soul reserves. Yet, the parasitic demonic Qi lingering in her blood forced her to obey. She managed to slide off the edge of the bed, her bare feet touching the cold, woven carpet.

Before she could even attempt to stand fully upright, Wang Jian stepped behind her. His large, calloused hands clamped down ruthlessly on her wide, flare-shaped hips. With a forceful, forward motion, he pulled her incredibly curvaceous, plump ass flush against his groin and thrust his massive, fully rigid dick deeply into her dripping, thoroughly ruined virgin pink pussy in one brutal, unceremonious strike.

"Ahhhhh! Master!" Shangguan Wan’er shrieked, her head throwing back, her messy dark hair cascading over his shoulder. The sudden, incredibly deep penetration sent a violent shockwave of searing Yang heat tearing through her sensitive inner walls.

"Walk," Wang Jian ordered, his tone devoid of any mercy.

He didn’t let her stand properly. He kept his iron grip on her hips, forcing her to bend slightly forward at the waist. He pulled her off the bed and forced her to walk ahead of him through the quiet, red-lit corridors of the pavilion, entering her deeply from behind and marching her forward exactly like a tethered, subservient beast of burden.

Every single step she took was matched by a brutal, driving thrust of his hips. The agonizing, relentless friction caused her to stagger, her bare feet slapping clumsily against the frost-covered spirit-wood floorboards.

"Move faster, slut," Wang Jian commanded coldly.

He raised his right hand, pulling it back before delivering a stinging, incredibly loud, open-handed smack directly to her incredibly curvaceous, bouncing left buttock.

SLAP!

The sharp sound echoed down the empty corridor, leaving a fresh, vivid red handprint blazing across her very fair skin.

"Ah! Yes... yes, Master! I’m moving! Ahhh!" Shangguan Wan’er whimpered loudly, her voice trembling with a mixture of profound physical exhaustion and undeniable, mind-melting lust. Her stubbornness, the legendary arrogance of the Golden Merchant, had been entirely eroded. She was explicitly, desperately chasing the painful corrections he provided with every step, her inner walls clamping down greedily on his thick shaft with every stinging blow.

They marched through the hallway, a twisted, degrading procession of dominance. Wang Jian steered her incredibly sexy body effortlessly, using her plump ass as a cushion for his violent thrusts.

"You are quite the wealthy, highly connected prize, aren’t you?" Wang Jian muses aloud, thrusting deep into her core, the forceful impact making her stumble forward, only held upright by his bruising grip on her hips. "A Half-Step Nascent Soul cultivator managing the largest auction house in this sector. You hold the keys to a kingdom of wealth. But you are not the top of the pyramid. Tell me about your backers. Tell me exactly who I am stealing from."

Shangguan Wan’er gasped, her mind foggy and clouded with the overwhelming, paralyzing lust induced by the Stellar Demonic Meridian Scripture. She wanted nothing more than to just surrender to the rhythmic pounding, to let her brain switch off entirely. But the sharp, agonizing sting of his hand on her ass, and the looming threat of another, even more vicious ’punishment’, loosened her tongue completely.

"The... ah! The Golden-Tide Consortium... Ah! Master, please, so deep!" she panted heavily, reaching out with trembling, manicured hands to grip the polished wooden railing of the corridor to steady herself as he pounded her relentlessly from behind.

"Speak clearly, slut," Wang Jian demanded, smacking her right buttock this time, perfectly balancing the bright red marks on her very fair skin.

SLAP!

"Ah! Yes! The Golden-Tide Consortium!" she cried out, her luscious lips parting as she spilled the highly classified secrets of her faction without a second thought. "It is... it is a highly influential, mid-rank trade organization. We operate across seven different sea domains... ahh! We control the flow of profound-sea minerals and ancient armaments."

"A mid-rank organization does not hold a monopoly in Azure Cloud City without paying tribute," Wang Jian analyzed sharply, his hips continuing their brutal, machine-like rhythm, ensuring her massive, plump breasts bounced wildly with every impact. "Who is the umbrella? Who provides the shadow you operate within?"

Shangguan Wan’er swallowed hard, a flicker of genuine, ingrained terror piercing through the haze of her absolute arousal. "We operate... we operate directly under the umbrella of the supreme regional power. We are... ahhh! We are vassals to the Myriad Ocean Palace!"

She confessed the name that commanded absolute terror, unwavering respect, and total submission across countless islands and sea domains in this part of the world.

Wang Jian’s dark, starlit eyes narrowed slightly as he recalled the extensive intelligence reports he had gathered regarding the geopolitical landscape. The Myriad Ocean Palace was not just a powerful sect; it was the absolute peak power of the entire region. It was a monstrous, ancient leviathan of a faction, boasting a terrifying Late-Stage Nascent Soul powerhouse at its helm, and supported by countless subordinate, Early and Mid-Stage Nascent Soul experts who ruled over the lesser sects like merciless tyrants. To offend the Myriad Ocean Palace was to invite the wrath of the heavens themselves.

"So, you are a dog of the Palace," Wang Jian taunted cruelly, his voice dripping with utter disdain. He reached his hands around her narrow, sweaty waist, his large fingers moving upward to roughly capture her massive, heavy, plump breasts from behind. He squeezed the abundant flesh with bruising force, intentionally digging his nails in slightly to the sensitive skin around her pink nipples.

"Ahhhh! Yes! I am a dog! I am your dog, Master!" she squealed, the sharp, stinging pain of his nails eliciting a sharp, incredibly pleased, breathy moan from her throat. She leaned her back heavily against his chest, her curvy ass pushing back against his groin, begging for more degradation.

"How many true experts does your little Consortium field?" Wang Jian interrogated, maintaining his grip on her massive breasts, kneading them violently as he marched her further down the hall.

"The Consortium... ahh! Master, you’re splitting me in half! The Consortium has three... three Nascent Soul Realm experts!" she babbled, the words spilling from her mouth in a desperate, frantic rush, desperate to keep him entertained, desperate to ensure he kept thrusting his massive dick into her ruined pussy. "Two of them are at the Early-Stage... they handle the primary trade routes and the security of the inner island vaults..."

"And the third?" Wang Jian asked, his voice dropping into a dark, demanding growl. He increased his pace significantly, his massive dick completely, totally dominating her tight, wet passage, stretching her to her absolute physical limits.

"The third is... ah! He is a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul expert!" she cried out loudly, her sexy, sweat-slicked body undulating instinctively against his muscular frame, entirely lost to the rhythm of his abuse. "He... he is the supreme leader of the Consortium! He is my grandfather!"

Wang Jian stopped walking abruptly. A profound, dark, incredibly wicked smile slowly spread across his handsome, flawless face. The tactical implications of her confession echoed loudly in his brilliant mind. He hadn’t just captured a wealthy merchant; he had captured the direct, prized bloodline of a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul powerhouse. He held the key to entirely dismantling a major vassal state of the Myriad Ocean Palace from the inside out.

"On your knees," Wang Jian ordered.

He didn’t pull out of her. He simply forced her incredibly sexy, curvaceous body downward. Shangguan Wan’er gasped as she was pushed onto her hands and knees in the exact center of the grand, frost-jade hallway, her dark hair pooling on the cold floor. Wang Jian remained standing behind her, his knees slightly bent, keeping her perfectly positioned for his relentless, brutal use. Her plump, vivid red ass was elevated, presenting her dripping, thoroughly used virgin pink pussy perfectly to his relentless assault.

"If you are the beloved, precious granddaughter of a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul expert," Wang Jian demanded, his hips snapping forward like a whip, slamming his pelvic bone against her incredibly fair, marked skin with bone-jarring force, "what in the absolute hell are you doing managing a peripheral auction house in a border city like Azure Cloud? This is a post for a branch manager, not the direct heir to a Consortium."

Shangguan Wan’er’s beautiful face flushed a deep, vibrant crimson, a complex, chaotic mixture of old, bitter resentments and current, overwhelming arousal.

"I... I am not his only grandchild... ahh! Oh, Master! Harder, please! Yes!" she begged, her luscious lips parting as she threw her head back, her massive breasts swaying heavily beneath her chest as she braced herself on her trembling arms.

Wang Jian chuckled, a dark, vibrating sound of pure amusement at how thoroughly her mask of aristocratic dignity was slipping. He raised his hand and delivered another vicious, full-force spanking to her plump, jiggling ass.

SLAP! SLAP!

"Speak," he commanded.

"Ah! Thank you, Master! Thank you!" she sobbed with genuine, twisted gratitude, the pain flooding her brain with dark endorphins. "My grandfather... he has dozens of descendants. Uncles, aunts, cousins... and his personal, inherited disciples. The Golden-Tide Consortium is not a family... it is a den of vicious, starving wolves."

She began to reveal the intense, incredibly cutthroat internal politics of her trade organization. It was a world where familial blood meant absolutely nothing without proven, undeniable profit, sheer ruthlessness, and overwhelming power.

"They all covet the main branch inheritance," she continued breathlessly, her voice shaking with the force of his relentless thrusts. "Everyone wants the keys to the inner vaults. They plot, they assassinate, they sabotage each other’s trade fleets. To survive, you must be more ruthless than the rest."

"And you?" Wang Jian asked, gripping her hips tightly, altering his angle to hit a particularly sensitive spot deep within her vaginal canal, causing her to let out a high-pitched, stuttering shriek of intense pleasure.

"I was sent here... ahh! I was sent to Azure Cloud City not as a punishment, but as a crucible," she sobbed, tears of physical ecstasy and emotional release streaming down her face. "It was a test. A test to see if I could establish my own influence, my own wealth, completely independently from the main branch’s resources. If I could dominate this border city, if I could control the flow of rare artifacts..."

She gasped for air, her inner walls clenching spasmodically around his thick shaft.

"I came here to gain experience," she whimpered, her arrogant pride entirely broken, confessing her deepest ambitions to the man who had shattered her. "To secure rare treasures... to build a foundation so incredibly undeniable that my grandfather would have absolutely no choice but to name me his singular successor. I wanted to rule them all."

"And instead, you found me," Wang Jian laughed, a booming, triumphant sound. He grabbed her firmly by the hips, pulling her wet, thoroughly used pussy back against his groin with brutal, bone-jarring force, entirely ignoring her soft cries.

"Yes... I found you, Master," Shangguan Wan’er admitted softly, a profound, chilling realization settling over her fractured mind. The last, stubborn remnants of her arrogance washed away, draining into the cold jade floorboards. It was replaced entirely by the dark, twisted realization that being his slut, being pounded and degraded by this terrifying, magnificent demon, was infinitely more rewarding, infinitely more pleasurable than any corporate politics or mercantile crown she could ever win. She belonged to him. She didn’t want the Consortium anymore; she just wanted his massive dick.

"There is... there is a complication, Master," she whispered submissively, feeling the need to be a useful tool, to prove her worth to him. "The main branch of my auction house, located closer to the inner islands of the Myriad Ocean Palace... they do not trust me entirely. My uncle assigned a dedicated guard to oversee the high-value transfers. He is an Early-Stage Nascent Soul guard. He occasionally visits Azure Cloud City to audit my ledgers."

"They are... immensely powerful," she warned him, though her tone completely lacked any genuine threat or concern. She didn’t sound like she was warning him of danger; she sounded more like an informative, obedient pet offering a shiny trinket to its owner.

"Let them be powerful," Wang Jian dismissed the threat instantly, his dark, starlit eyes gleaming with boundless ambition and absolute arrogance. His Stellar Demonic Qi flared confidently, the heavy, crushing pressure momentarily expanding to fill the entire corridor. "An Early-Stage Nascent Soul watchdog is nothing but another stepping stone. By the time your precious uncle or your grandfather realizes you are missing from their little political game, I will have entirely consolidated my power. I will be ready to slaughter them all and take the entire Consortium for myself."

He reached forward, grabbing a fistful of her sweaty, tangled dark hair, and violently pulled her head back, forcing her to look up at him over her shoulder. Her beautiful, bruised face was a picture of absolute, masochistic devotion.

"Now, enough politics," Wang Jian declared, his voice dropping an octave, signaling the end of the interrogation. "I have broken your body. I have claimed your mind. It is time for you to pay the physical toll for entering my domain, and then, you will take me to your treasury."

He withdrew from her dripping pussy with a sickeningly wet sound. Before Shangguan Wan’er could even whine at the loss, he hauled her incredibly sexy, naked body up from the floor.

"Turn around," he commanded.

She obeyed instantly, turning to face him, her massive, heavy breasts swaying, her very fair skin covered in the bright red marks of his dominance.

Wang Jian raised his hand, channeling a highly concentrated, incredibly dense thread of Stellar Demonic Qi into his index finger. It glowed with a terrifying, pitch-black luminescence that seemed to devour the surrounding red light.

"I am placing a permanent marker of your submission upon your flesh," Wang Jian stated coldly. "A brand that binds your soul, your cultivation, and your very life entirely to my will."

He stepped forward and pressed his glowing black finger directly against her incredibly flat, toned lower abdomen, placing the brand just an inch above the soft, dark curls of her virgin pink pussy.

"AGHHHHHHH!"

Shangguan Wan’er screamed, a sound of sheer, unadulterated agony that tore at her throat. The pain was indescribable. It felt as though a branding iron forged in the deepest pits of hell was being driven directly into her core. The dark Qi burned into her very fair skin, sizzling and smoking, etching a complex, intricate demonic rune directly into her flesh.

But, true to her newly awakened, thoroughly corrupted nature, the absolute agony was inextricably, instantly linked to an overwhelming, mind-shattering surge of dark sexual pleasure. As the Slave Seal burned into her skin, binding her Half-Step Nascent Soul to his command, her legs trembled violently. A massive, uncontrollable wave of wetness flooded from her tight pussy, streaming down her inner thighs. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her jaw slacked, and she experienced a violent, full-body orgasm born entirely from the pain of absolute subjugation.

When Wang Jian removed his finger, a flawless, pitch-black demonic rune rested permanently on her lower abdomen, a stark, beautiful contrast against her pale skin.

Shangguan Wan’er collapsed against his chest, completely drained, panting heavily, her body twitching with aftershocks.

"You are mine," Wang Jian whispered, stroking her sweaty hair. "Now. Dress yourself. We are going to the Golden-Scale Auction House. You are going to give me everything."

The transition from the blood-red, degradation-filled corridors of the Ice Heart Pavilion to the crisp, cool night air of Azure Cloud City was jarring.

Wang Jian utilized the vast array of resources he had confiscated. From the spatial ring of Elder Leng, he procured a set of elegant, high-grade clothing suitable for a wealthy merchant. He dressed himself in a dark, midnight-blue robe embroidered with subtle silver thread, projecting the aura of a mysterious, profoundly powerful noble.

For Shangguan Wan’er, he selected a stunning, deep crimson silk dress from her own spatial storage ring. It was a garment fit for the Mistress of the Auction House, featuring a high, elegant collar that perfectly concealed the bruises on her neck, and long, flowing sleeves that hid the red handprints on her arms. However, the dress was designed to accentuate her incredibly sexy, curvaceous figure, clinging tightly to her massive, heavy breasts and her narrow waist.

As she dressed herself under his watchful, dominating gaze, Shangguan Wan’er was trembling uncontrollably. Her fingers shook as she fastened the intricate silk buttons. She was terrifyingly aware of the pitch-black Slave Seal burning with a phantom, pleasurable heat on her lower abdomen, just above her pussy, constantly reminding her that she was nothing more than a leash-bound animal pretending to be a queen. The sheer, overwhelming addiction to the pleasure he could provide her, combined with the absolute terror of the seal, made it incredibly difficult for her to maintain her arrogant, aloof facade.

"Control yourself, slut," Wang Jian murmured, adjusting his own sleeves. "If your guards or your staff suspect even a fraction of a discrepancy in your demeanor, I will drag you back here and break you until you forget your own name."

"Y-Yes, Master. I will be perfect. I promise," Shangguan Wan’er stammered, taking a deep, shuddering breath, violently suppressing the tremor in her hands. She forced her Half-Step Nascent Soul Qi to stabilize her physical responses, masking the heavy, lingering scent of sex and dark energy with a subtle, floral perfume artifact.

They departed the Ice Heart Pavilion in absolute secrecy. Wang Jian utilized a high-tier spatial displacement talisman he had acquired, bypassing the need to walk through the streets or use her highly conspicuous golden carriage.

In a flash of distorted light, they materialized directly within the private, heavily fortified inner sanctum of the Golden-Scale Auction House.

The transition was flawless. They stood in a lavishly decorated, circular antechamber constructed of polished black marble. Massive, thick doors of profound-sea iron stood before them, covered in hundreds of interlocking, incredibly complex array formations. This was the entrance to the absolute core of the Golden-Tide Consortium’s wealth in this city: the primary treasury.

"Open them," Wang Jian commanded, his voice echoing softly in the opulent, silent antechamber.

He didn’t stand back and wait. The moment they were securely inside the soundproof, isolated antechamber of the auction house, the facade of the elegant nobleman vanished entirely.

Wang Jian stepped up behind Shangguan Wan’er. He didn’t bother to undress her slowly. He grabbed the back of the incredibly expensive, deep crimson silk dress he had just forced her to wear. With a single, brutal, downward yank, he tore the heavy fabric completely open, rending the dress from her collar all the way down to her waist.

"Ah!" Shangguan Wan’er gasped, her hands flying up as her massive, heavy, plump breasts spilled out of the ruined silk, instantly exposed to the cool air of the antechamber. The high collar remained around her neck like a leash, but her incredibly sexy, curvaceous back and her voluptuous chest were completely bare.

Wang Jian pushed her forward, forcing her to press her bare hands against the cold, unyielding profound-sea iron of the treasury doors. He grabbed her by the hips, hiking the ruined skirts of her dress up around her waist, completely exposing her plump, bare ass and her dripping, swollen virgin pink pussy.

"I said open them," Wang Jian growled, positioning himself behind her. Without a single ounce of hesitation, he thrust his massive, rigid dick forcefully into her tight, wet passage, burying himself to the hilt while she stood pressed against the vault.

"AGHHHH! Yes! Yes, Master!" Shangguan Wan’er shrieked, her back arching violently, her massive breasts pressing flat against the cold iron doors. The sheer, terrifying thrill of being brutally fucked inside the most secure, sacred room of her own auction house sent her mind spiraling into absolute, ecstatic madness.

"Focus, slut. Open the seals," Wang Jian ordered, ensuring her mind remained pliable and utterly subservient to his commands, setting a relentless, bruising rhythm, his hips slapping loudly against her curvaceous ass.

With trembling, sweat-slicked fingers, her breath coming in ragged, lust-heavy gasps, Shangguan Wan’er touched the ornate, jewel-encrusted runic keypads of the treasury. She poured her specific, authenticated Half-Step Nascent Soul intent into the incredibly complex locks, her mind struggling to focus on the intricate spatial geometries while Wang Jian relentlessly pounded her from behind.

Click. Click. Click.

The heavy, metallic sounds of the highest-tier security arrays disengaging echoed through the antechamber. The massive profound-sea iron doors hissed, venting pressurized spiritual energy, before slowly, ponderously swinging open.

The seals broke, granting Wang Jian absolute, completely unrestricted access to the accumulated, staggering wealth of the Golden-Scale Auction House.

As the heavy doors parted, the sheer volume of resources began to materialize in the dim light. The interior of the treasury was massive, a cavernous space lined with countless shelves, glowing pedestals, and heavily reinforced crates. The immense, concentrated spiritual energy instantly illuminated the corridor with a brilliant, multicolored, blinding spiritual glow.

"These... ahh! Master, so deep! These are the high-grade spirit stones," Shangguan Wan’er whimpered, her voice a breathless, broken moan as she gestured weakly toward the center of the room.

Wang Jian looked past her shoulder. He saw literal mountains of flawlessly cut, shimmering crystals stacked in massive, transparent profound-jade containers. The ambient Qi radiating from them was so dense it felt like walking through a liquid ocean. There were millions of them, a fortune capable of purchasing entire island chains.

"And the herbs? The medicinal plants?" Wang Jian asked, his tone demanding, delivering a sharp, stinging slap to her jiggling, plump ass to prompt her, ensuring she didn’t lose herself entirely to the pleasure of his thrusts.

SLAP!

"Ah! Yes! The plants! In the... in the stasis array to the left!" she cried out, hurriedly pointing a trembling finger.

Wang Jian guided her forward, keeping himself buried deep inside her, marching her awkwardly into her own treasury. She hurriedly pulled open several dozen sealed, heavily frosted jade boxes. Inside lay treasures of unimaginable botanical value: thick, pulsing, thousand-year-old spirit ginseng that radiated pure vitality; profound-sea lotus roots that glowed with a soft, restorative blue light; and incredibly rare, bone-forging marrow harvested from the deepest trenches, materials that were virtually impossible to cultivate artificially.

"I have... I have three distinct Heavenly Flame seeds in the secondary vault ring!" Shangguan Wan’er offered eagerly, twisting her head back to look at him, her eyes wide, hazy, and completely desperate for his approval, hoping the massive tribute would earn her more of his rough, punishing praise and harder thrusts.

Wang Jian’s dark, starlit eyes gleamed with profound, dark satisfaction. He steered her toward the secondary vault, a smaller, heavily shielded pedestal in the center of the room. Inside three specialized containment spheres hovered three distinct, violently dancing seeds of pure fire: one a brilliant, searing emerald green; one a deep, consuming violet; and one a pale, ghostly white. These Heavenly Flame seeds were absolutely priceless, exactly what he needed to devour and further evolve the Golden Phoenix Flame within his Core to an unprecedented level of destructive power.

She continued to eagerly empty her inventory, presenting her master with the fruits of her life’s work while he continued to aggressively, relentlessly fuck her. She pulled out stacks of ancient, highly sought-after, crumbling parchment scrolls containing pill recipes excavated from dangerous, sunken grottos—recipes that even a grandmaster like Mu Lianhua would find utterly fascinating and revolutionary.

Most importantly, for Wang Jian’s grand tactical ambitions, she revealed several massive, heavy-duty crates located at the back of the treasury. They were filled to the brim with raw, unrefined blocks of pitch-black Abyssal Star-Iron, alongside hundreds of meticulously crafted, high-grade formation flags woven from incredibly rare spirit-silks. These were materials absolutely vital for high-tier base-building, constructing teleportation networks, and forging devastating offensive arrays.

Wang Jian paused his thrusting for a brief moment, looking at the sheer, staggering, unimaginable value of the loot surrounding him. The realization settled over his brilliant mind like a heavy, golden crown. The wealth he had just claimed in this single room had instantly propelled his personal faction’s economic power far beyond that of many established, mid-tier righteous sects in the region. He had the resources to wage a prolonged war, to buy entire armies, and to accelerate his cultivation to terrifying heights.

He gripped Shangguan Wan’er’s wide, sexy hips tightly, pulling her incredibly curvaceous, plump ass flush against his groin, and drove himself into her virgin pink pussy as deeply and forcefully as humanly possible, hitting her absolute deepest limits.

"You have been a very good, very profitable, incredibly useful little slut," Wang Jian praised her, a cruel, supremely satisfied, and wickedly dark smirk spreading across his handsome face as he looked around his new treasury.

Shangguan Wan’er threw her head back, crying copious tears of twisted, broken joy at the dark compliment. Her incredibly sexy, voluptuous body melted completely backward against his muscular chest. She sobbed, entirely surrendered, her mind completely shattered by the overwhelming pleasure, as the demonic master who had conquered her body claimed the entirety of her life’s work.