Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

“Ye Chen has obtained a formidable devil bloodline and has transformed into a demon. I urge your church to sever all ties with him and assist me in hunting him down. He is a perilous warrior who must be swiftly eliminated!” Wang Jian suggested with a grave tone.

Hong Meilin appeared to agree with his words, her expression serious as she replied, “You can rest assured, Your Highness. The church will never associate with someone who dared to collude with demons, especially not Ye Chen, now that he has become a demon.”

“Excellent. Would you accompany me to my siblings’ faction? I wish to discuss this matter with them,” Wang Jian proposed, providing his reasoning.

Hong Meilin pondered the request deeply before nodding, recognizing the importance of discussing the issue with Crown Prince Wang Hao, Second Princess Wang Ying, and their faction members.

As the two set off from the group of church followers, Wang Jian led Hong Meilin towards the section of the camp occupied by his own faction. They entered a tent specially prepared for important meetings.

Taking his seat on the elevated throne, Wang Jian instructed a maid, “Go and deliver a message to my elder brother Wang Hao, second sister Wang Ying, and my third brother. Inform them to bring along the King Realm experts. I wish to discuss the matter of Ye Chen with them.”

The maid dutifully obeyed, swiftly departing to carry out the given orders.

Once they were alone in the tent, Wang Jian fixed his gaze on Hong Meilin, who was seated on a chair nearby. “…So, how does it feel to finally reach the King Realm? Your rapid progress in achieving high-level insights has truly surprised me.”

A wide smile spread across Hong Meilin’s face as she inflated her chest with pride. Though she was proud of her accomplishments, she remained humble in her response. “It was just a stroke of luck.”

Wang Jian’s sinister smile deepened as he responded, his words laced with a dark edge. “I hope you haven’t forgotten our agreement, my dear.”

Hong Meilin sneered in return, her tone dripping with disdain. “Naturally, I remember our agreement. The first condition stipulates that I must become your woman and obey your commands, unless they contradict my loyalty to the church. The second condition demands that the church align itself with your faction and safeguard the secrecy of the Ebon Void Essence Ore. In return, you vowed not to harm my fellow brethren and pledged to discuss the matter of sharing the Ebon Void Essence Ore with the Pope.”

“Correct. Now, why don’t you come and sit on my lap, my dear? It wouldn’t do for my woman to remain so far away,” Wang Jian’s voice assumed a depraved yet calculating tone.

Hong Meilin wore a bitter smile as she replied, her words laced with a hint of realization. “…I understand now why you requested my presence at this meeting. You intended to issue such an order to publicly display our relationship before your siblings and their faction members. By spreading the news that I, the revered Saintess of the Church of Divine Light, am your woman, your faction will gain immeasurable influence. This strategic move will undoubtedly facilitate the recruitment of additional organizations and groups to bolster your ranks.”

Wang Jian retorted with a condescending sneer, his eyes rolling in contemptuous disdain. “How mistaken you are. The motive behind my request for you to grace my lap is driven by a desire to savor those supple curves of your enticing buttocks, to revel in the lascivious contours of your body cradled within my grasp.”

Hong Meilin’s face tightened with a mix of anger and resignation as she reluctantly complied with his demand.

With each step, she could feel the weight of her compromised agency, the sense of powerlessness mounting within her.

Wang Jian’s arms coiled possessively around her waist, tightening his grip as if to reinforce his control over her.

As their bodies intertwined, a surge of indignation coursed through Hong Meilin. She could feel the unmistakable pressure of Wang Jian’s throbbing member pressing against her buttocks, an unwelcome intrusion that stoked her anger, yet she knew resistance would only bring further suffering. Thus, she endured, concealing her fury beneath a fa?ade of compliance.

Resting his head against her back, Wang Jian savored the delicate scent of lilies that clung to her skin, his voice a chilling whisper against her ear. “Turn your head,” he commanded, his tone thick with dominance. “I crave the taste of your lips.”

Reluctantly, Hong Meilin obeyed his insistent words, her gaze a mixture of indignation and resignation. Wang Jian’s lips descended upon hers with a forceful possessiveness, his tongue intruding into her mouth without invitation.

The kiss lingered, an unwelcome amalgamation of power and submission, while his hands roamed with wicked intent, exploring her body in a mischievous dance.

Wang Jian’s keen senses alerted him to the approaching presence of his guests, causing him to cease his indulgent activities with Hong Meilin.

“They are drawing near,” he whispered, his voice laced with a warning tone, directed at Hong Meilin.

Aware of the impending arrival, Hong Meilin was left with no choice but to don a forced smile, her gaze fixed upon the tent’s entrance.

She had to adopt the facade of a willing participant, sitting upon Wang Jian’s lap, even though every fiber of her being rebelled against the charade.

The grand meeting pavilion welcomed the entrance of none other than the third prince, Wang Chen, accompanied by his retinue.

Four King Realm experts flanked his side, their formidable presence emanating power and authority.

Despite the existence of the elusive Elemental Sparks, Wang Chen had failed to make the crucial breakthrough to the esteemed King Realm.

Fate had conspired against him, for during the emergence of the Elemental Sparks, Wang Chen lay unconscious, robbed of the opportunity to harness the ethereal essence and unlock the profound insights into his elemental affinity.

Upon awakening, Wang Chen learned of Wang Jian’s triumph over the demonic forces, the news stoking an inferno of anger within him. Jealousy and fury danced in his eyes as they settled upon Hong Meilin, perched alluringly upon Wang Jian’s lap, their intimacy evident.

With a cold, distant tone, Wang Jian addressed his third brother, his words cutting through the charged air. “Greetings, Third Brother. Please take your seat over there.”

Wang Jian’s commanding gesture directed Wang Chen towards a row of seats strategically positioned at the far end of the opulent pavilion.

Though a tempest of humiliation and anger raged within Wang Chen’s heart, he swallowed his pride and reluctantly acquiesced, settling into the designated seat.

Meanwhile, Wang Chen’s subordinates couldn’t help but cast reverent gazes upon Wang Jian, their eyes brimming with awe and admiration.

The mere notion that Wang Jian had managed to subdue the revered Saintess of the Church of the Divine Light surpassed their wildest imaginations.

It became evident that Wang Jian’s prowess in both combat and charisma far surpassed that of their own master, Wang Chen. In that fleeting moment, a seed of doubt was sown, leaving them to ponder whether their loyalty had been misplaced.

It wasn’t long before the remaining esteemed guests made their entrance. The Crown Prince Wang Hao, accompanied by his entourage, and the Second Princess Wang Ying, accompanied by her loyal attendants, entered the pavilion.

Their countenances bore the unmistakable signs of shock as they beheld the sight of Hong Meilin seated in an intimate and compromising position upon Wang Jian’s lap. ．𝚌ｏｍ

Nevertheless, Wang Ying and Wang Hao swiftly masked their astonishment, adeptly concealing their true emotions behind composed facades as they took their respective seats.

“Now, without further ado, let us delve into the heart of the matter. The purpose behind convening this assembly is to seek your invaluable assistance in the elimination of Ye Chen,” Wang Jian stated with unwavering resolve, his voice carrying a commanding presence.

A hint of skepticism-tinged Wang Ying’s response as she voiced her agreement, “Indeed, the urgency and gravity of this task are irrefutable.”

Wang Hao nodded in unison, his voice filled with resolute determination, “I wholeheartedly support Wang Jian’s proposal. Ye Chen’s transformation into a malevolent demon poses a grave threat to the Empire, and swift action is imperative.”

Wang Chen, too, attempted to voice his agreement, but his words were swiftly interrupted by Wang Jian’s commanding presence.

Fixing his unwavering gaze upon his second sister, Wang Ying, Wang Jian spoke with an authoritative tone, “In that case, I implore you to lend your assistance in uncovering any information regarding Ye Chen’s potential allies or insights into his abilities. It has come to my knowledge that Ye Chen was once affiliated with your faction, dear sister.”

Shifting his attention to his eldest brother, Wang Hao, Wang Jian continued, his voice firm and resolute, “Furthermore, Guan Yin, a member of the Crimson Guards under your jurisdiction, eldest brother, had a personal connection with Ye Chen. I beseech you to gather any knowledge or intelligence related to him. There is also the Heavenly Blade Sect that groomed him into an expert.”

“Indeed, Ye Chen’s allegiance was once intertwined with my faction, and I am willing to divulge every fragment of information at my disposal,” Wang Ying affirmed, strategically choosing the path that would best serve her faction’s interests.

With Wang Ying’s commitment, Wang Hao followed suit, his voice carrying a note of concern, “I shall order the Heavenly Blade Sect to share all information about Ye Chen. And I shall personally request Guan Yin to share any knowledge she possesses concerning Ye Chen. Regrettably, since attaining the esteemed rank of the King Realm, she has secluded herself within her tent, refusing to engage with anyone.”

Perceiving an opportunity to contribute, Wang Jian spoke, “May I be granted permission to approach her, eldest brother? I believe I may be able to reach out to her.”

Arching an eyebrow in response to Wang Jian’s request, Wang Hao considered the proposition before granting his consent. “Very well, you may attempt to communicate with her.”

Wang Hao shifted his gaze towards Hong Meilin, his countenance serious and laden with inquiry. “Saintess, the close bond between you and Jian leads me to ponder whether it signifies a collaborative alliance between the Church and Jian’s faction.”

His words carried an undertone of cautious skepticism, reflecting the weighty implications and potential ramifications of such a partnership.