Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Just a few days later, Wang Jian found himself once again seated across from Vladimir Kozlov in the opulent meeting room. The air was filled with a sense of anticipation, the weight of their previous discussion still lingering.

Vladimir Kozlov began, his voice firm and decisive. “Mr. Wang, my advisors have reviewed your plan, and they are in agreement. We will set the timeline for this war to commence in three years. This should provide ample time for Russia to prepare and for you to solidify your strategies.”

Wang Jian nodded, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. “Three years is a suitable time frame. It will allow me to implement additional strategies to strengthen our position. I intend to bring Japan into our fold against the United States and devise methods to disrupt the United Kingdom and France.”

Vladimir Kozlov leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Excellent. The war will begin on New Year’s Eve, three years from now. Ensure that your preparations are complete by then.”

Wang Jian stood up, extending his hand. “You can count on me, Mr. Kozlov. I will be ready.”

As the meeting concluded, Wang Jian returned to Italy, where his girlfriends awaited him. Bella, Jessica, Emma, Charlotte, and Sarah were all present, their faces lighting up at his arrival. Wang Jian knew that he had much to discuss with them, particularly regarding Italy. Despite his influence, he felt that his control over the country was not yet sufficient. He only had his mistresses, who were young politicians, rather than party leaders.

Wang Jian gathered his girlfriends around him, his expression serious. “We have work to do. In three years, a war will commence, and we need to ensure that Italy is firmly under our control. Bella, Jessica, Emma, I need you to use your companies to target the ruling party’s senior members. Destroy their reputations and create a social media campaign advocating for young, educated leaders.”

Bella, her eyes gleaming with determination, nodded. “Elegance Global will be at the forefront of this campaign. We’ll create shell companies and NGOs to carry out these activities.”

Jessica, her voice filled with conviction, added, “InnovateX Solutions will handle the digital aspect. We’ll ensure that the campaign reaches every corner of Italy.”

Emma, ever the pragmatist, chimed in, “Lumina Lifestyle will focus on influencing public opinion. We’ll make sure that the people of Italy see the benefits of having young leaders.”

Charlotte and Sarah exchanged a knowing glance. Charlotte spoke up, her voice steady. “We understand what you need, Wang Jian. We’ll guide the three of them, ensuring that their companies’ names are not directly linked to these activities. Subtlety is key here.”

Sarah nodded in agreement. “We’ll create a web of shell companies and NGOs, all working towards our common goal. The ruling party won’t know what hit them.”

Wang Jian smiled, satisfied with their understanding. “Excellent. I expect regular updates on your progress.”

Just a few days later, Wang Jian found himself once again seated across from Vladimir Kozlov in the opulent meeting room. The air was filled with a sense of anticipation, the weight of their previous discussion still lingering.

Vladimir Kozlov began, his voice firm and decisive. “Mr. Wang, my advisors have reviewed your plan, and they are in agreement. We will set the timeline for this war to commence in three years. This should provide ample time for Russia to prepare and for you to solidify your strategies.”

Wang Jian nodded, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. “Three years is a suitable time frame. It will allow me to implement additional strategies to strengthen our position. I intend to bring Japan into our fold against the United States and devise methods to disrupt the United Kingdom and France.”

Vladimir Kozlov leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Excellent. The war will begin on New Year’s Eve, three years from now. Ensure that your preparations are complete by then.”

Wang Jian stood up, extending his hand. “You can count on me, Mr. Kozlov. I will be ready.”

As the meeting concluded, Wang Jian returned to Italy, where his girlfriends awaited him. Bella, Jessica, Emma, Charlotte, and Sarah were all present, their faces lighting up at his arrival. Wang Jian knew that he had much to discuss with them, particularly regarding Italy. Despite his influence, he felt that his control over the country was not yet sufficient. He only had his mistresses, who were young politicians, rather than party leaders.

Wang Jian gathered his girlfriends around him, his expression serious. “We have work to do. In three years, a war will commence, and we need to ensure that Italy is firmly under our control. Bella, Jessica, Emma, I need you to use your companies to target the ruling party’s senior members. Destroy their reputations and create a social media campaign advocating for young, educated leaders.”

Bella, her eyes gleaming with determination, nodded. “Elegance Global will be at the forefront of this campaign. We’ll create shell companies and NGOs to carry out these activities.”

Jessica, her voice filled with conviction, added, “InnovateX Solutions will handle the digital aspect. We’ll ensure that the campaign reaches every corner of Italy.”

Emma, ever the pragmatist, chimed in, “Lumina Lifestyle will focus on influencing public opinion. We’ll make sure that the people of Italy see the benefits of having young leaders.”

Charlotte and Sarah exchanged a knowing glance. Charlotte spoke up, her voice steady. “We understand what you need, Wang Jian. We’ll guide the three of them, ensuring that their companies’ names are not directly linked to these activities. Subtlety is key here.”

Sarah nodded in agreement. “We’ll create a web of shell companies and NGOs, all working towards our common goal. The ruling party won’t know what hit them.”

Wang Jian smiled, satisfied with their understanding. “Excellent. I expect regular updates on your progress.”

As his girlfriends set to work, Wang Jian turned his attention to his mistresses in Italy. He had handpicked them for their beauty, intelligence, and ambition. There was Federica, a fiery redhead with a background in law, whose voluptuous body was a testament to her passion. Her large breasts and curvaceous buttocks were a sight to behold. Then there was Giulia, a brunette with a degree in economics, whose luscious curves were enough to drive any man wild. Lastly, there was Beatrice, a blonde with a background in political science, whose ample assets were a perfect blend of beauty and brains. All three were in their upper twenties and among the youngest members of the Italian Parliament.

Wang Jian summoned his three mistresses, Federica, Giulia, and Beatrice, to a luxurious hotel

suite in Rome. As they entered the room, their eyes widened at the sight of him standing there, his presence commanding and dominant. He was dressed in a tailored suit that accentuated his muscular physique, and his eyes held a fiery intensity that made them tremble with anticipation.

“Come here,” he ordered, his voice a deep growl that sent shivers down their spines. The three women obeyed, their heels clicking on the marble floor as they approached him. He looked each of them up and down, his eyes lingering on their voluptuous curves and ample assets. Federica’s large breasts heaved with each breath, her red hair cascading down her back in loose curls. Giulia’s luscious curves were hugged by a tight dress that accentuated her hourglass figure, and Beatrice’s blonde hair fell in waves over her shoulders, her ample buttocks swaying gently as she walked.

Wang Jian reached out, his hands gripping their waists and pulling them closer. He leaned in, his lips finding Federica’s first, his tongue invading her mouth with a fierce hunger. She moaned against him, her body pressing against his as he deepened the kiss. He broke away, his eyes locked onto Giulia’s as he turned to her, his hand gripping her chin and tilting her head up. He claimed her mouth next, his kiss just as passionate, just as demanding. She whimpered, her body melting into his as he plundered her mouth.

Finally, he turned to Beatrice, his eyes dark with desire as he pulled her close. He kissed her

with the same fierce intensity, his hands roaming over her body, squeezing her breasts and grabbing her ass. She gasped, her body arching into his touch as he devoured her mouth.

He pushed them away, his eyes gleaming with lust as he surveyed their disheveled appearances. “Undress,” he commanded, his voice brooking no argument. The three women quickly complied, their hands fumbling with their clothes as they stripped down in front of him. Federica’s large breasts spilled out of her bra, her nipples hard and erect, and Giulia’s dress fell to the floor, revealing her luscious curves and shaved pussy. Beatrice’s blouse and skirt followed, leaving her in a matching set of lacy bra and panties that did little to hide her

voluptuous form.

Wang Jian’s cock strained against his pants, his eyes roaming over their naked bodies, taking

in every curve, every swell. He unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving theirs as he stepped out of his pants and underwear, his erect cock springing free. The three women gasped, their eyes widening at the sight of his massive length and thickness. He smirked, knowing the effect he had on them, and gestured for them to come closer.

“On your knees,” he commanded, his voice firm and demanding. The women obeyed, their eyes locked onto his cock as they knelt before him. Wang Jian gripped his shaft, his eyes roaming over their eager faces. “Who wants to taste me first?” he asked, a wicked grin playing

on his lips.

Federica, her eyes dark with desire, leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the precum from

the tip of his cock. He groaned, his fingers tangling in her red hair as he guided her head down, his cock sliding into her mouth. She sucked him eagerly, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deeper, her hands gripping his thighs for support.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he murmured, his eyes locked onto Giulia and Beatrice, who watched with eager anticipation. “You two can share him,” he said, gesturing to his balls. “Suck on them while Federica takes care of the rest.”

Giulia and Beatrice moved in, their tongues finding his balls, licking and sucking them gently. Wang Jian groaned, his body shuddering with pleasure as the three women worked in tandem, their mouths and tongues driving him wild.

He grabbed Federica’s head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he began to fuck her mouth, his

hips moving with a steady rhythm. She gagged and choked, tears streaming down her face as she took him deeper, her eyes locked onto his.

“Look at you, taking my cock like a good little slut,” he murmured, his voice filled with lust.

“You love it, don’t you? You love having my cock in your mouth, choking you, making you

gag.”

Federica moaned in agreement, her eyes shining with tears as she looked up at him. Wang Jian grinned, his eyes gleaming with desire as he pulled her off his cock, leaving her panting and

wanting.

“On the bed,” he commanded, gesturing to the plush mattress. Federica obeyed, her body

sprawling out on the bed as she waited for his next command. Wang Jian turned to Giulia and Beatrice, his eyes roaming over their naked bodies. “You two, come here,” he said, his voice firm and demanding. The two women moved in, their bodies pressing against his as he kissed them both, his hands roaming over their curves and squeezing their asses.

He pushed them away, his eyes gleaming with lust as he surveyed their eager faces. “I want

you both to fuck each other while I fuck Federica,” he said, his voice firm and commanding.

Giulia and Beatrice exchanged a glance, their eyes darkening with desire as they understood his intentions.

They moved to the bed, their bodies pressing against each other as they began to kiss and

caress, their hands roaming over each other’s curves and squeezing their breasts. Wang Jian watched, his cock hardening as he took in the sight of the two women pleasuring each other, their moans and gasps filling the air.

He turned his attention to Federica, his eyes locking onto hers as he moved between her

thighs. He gripped her hips, his cock pressing against her entrance as he thrust into her,

feeling her tighten around him as he began to move. She cried out, her body arching into his touch as he pounded into her, his hips moving with a relentless rhythm.

“Look at them, Federica,” he murmured, his voice filled with lust. “Look at how they’re fucking each other while I fuck you. Isn’t that hot?”

Federica moaned in agreement, her eyes locked onto the sight of Giulia and Beatrice, their

bodies writhing together as they pleasured each other. Wang Jian grinned, his eyes gleaming with desire as he continued to fuck her, his body moving with a fierce intensity.

He reached out, his hands finding Giulia’s and Beatrice’s breasts, his fingers teasing their

nipples until they were moaning in pleasure. He reveled in the sounds they made, the feel of their bodies against his, the knowledge that he held their pleasure in his hands.

He brought them to orgasm, one by one, their bodies shaking with pleasure as they cried out

his name. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he found his own release, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside Federica.

But Wang Jian wasn’t satisfied with just one round. He wanted more, needed more. He wanted

to make them feel things they had never even dreamed of.

He pulled out of Federica, leaving her panting and spent, and turned his attention to Giulia.

He flipped her onto her stomach, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her up onto her knees. He admired the sight of her ass, her cheeks full and round, and he grinned wickedly. He brought his hand down hard on her ass, making her cry out in pain and pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you, Giulia?” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “You like it

when I spank you, when I make you feel like a dirty little slut.”

Giulia moaned, her body writhing beneath his touch. “Yes, Wang Jian,” she gasped, her voice

filled with desire. “I love it when you treat me like your dirty little slut.”

He spanked her again, harder this time, leaving a red handprint on her ass. He admired his

handiwork, his cock hardening at the sight. He gripped her hips, his cock pressing against her entrance, and he thrust into her, feeling her tighten around him as he began to move.

He fucked her hard and fast, his hips slamming against her ass, his hands gripping her hips

tightly. Giulia cried out, her body shaking with pleasure as he took her, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

Federica and Beatrice watched, their eyes wide with desire, their hands moving between their own thighs as they watched their friend be taken by their lover. They moaned and gasped, their bodies writhing with pleasure as they brought themselves to orgasm, their eyes locked

onto the sight of Wang Jian fucking Giulia.

As Giulia cried out, her body shaking with her orgasm, Wang Jian pulled out of her, leaving her

panting and spent. He turned his attention to Beatrice, his eyes gleaming with desire. He grabbed her, flipping her onto her back, his hands gripping her thighs as he spread her legs wide. He admired the sight of her pussy, her folds glistening with her arousal, and he grinned

wickedly. He brought his mouth down to her pussy, his tongue finding her clit, teasing it with slow, deliberate strokes.

Beatrice moaned, her body writhing beneath him as he brought her to the brink of orgasm, only to pull away and leave her panting and wanting. He positioned himself between her thighs, his cock pressing against her entrance, and he thrust into her, feeling her tighten around him as he began to move.

He fucked her slow and deep, his hips moving with a steady rhythm, his eyes locked onto hers.

Beatrice moaned, her body writhing beneath him, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

“Look at you, taking my cock like a good little slut,” he murmured, his voice filled with lust.

“You love it, don’t you? You love having my cock inside you, filling you up, making you feel like a real woman.”

Beatrice moaned in agreement, her eyes shining with tears as she looked up at him. Wang Jian

grinned, his eyes gleaming with desire as he continued to fuck her, his body moving with a fierce intensity.

He reached out, his hands finding Federica’s and Giulia’s breasts, his fingers teasing their

nipples until they were moaning in pleasure. He reveled in the sounds they made, the feel of their bodies against his, the knowledge that he held their pleasure in his hands.

He brought them to orgasm, one by one, their bodies shaking with pleasure as they cried out

his name. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he found his own release, his body

shuddering as he emptied himself inside Beatrice.

But Wang Jian still wasn’t satisfied. He wanted more, needed more. He wanted to make them

feel things they had never even dreamed of.

He grabbed Federica, pulling her close, his hands gripping her hips as he lifted her into his

arms. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently, his eyes locked onto hers. He admired the sight of her body, her curves soft and inviting, and he grinned wickedly. He brought his

mouth down to her breasts, his tongue finding her nipples, teasing them until she was gasping and writhing beneath him.

He moved lower, his mouth finding her pussy, his tongue teasing her clit until she was crying

out in pleasure. He brought her to the brink of orgasm, only to pull away, leaving her panting and wanting. He positioned himself between her thighs, his cock pressing against her entrance, and he thrust into her, feeling her tighten around him as he began to move. He fucked her slow and deep, his hips moving with a steady rhythm, his eyes locked onto hers.

As he moved inside her, he reached out, his hands finding Giulia’s and Beatrice’s breasts, his

fingers teasing their nipples until they were moaning in pleasure. He reveled in the sounds

they made, the feel of their bodies against his, the knowledge that he held their pleasure in his hands.

He brought them to orgasm, one by one, their bodies shaking with pleasure as they cried out

his name. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he found his own release, his body

shuddering as he emptied himself inside Federica.

As the night wore on, Wang Jian continued to take his mistresses, one by one, in every way

imaginable. He pushed their boundaries, made them feel things they had never even dreamed of, and brought them to heights of pleasure they had never known existed.

He fucked them hard and fast, slow and deep, in every position he could think of. He spanked

them, bit them, teased them, and made them beg for more. He made them scream his name, made them shake with pleasure, made them come again and again until they were all panting

and spent.

And as the sun began to rise, Wang Jian looked down at his mistresses, their bodies sated and

their eyes filled with a mixture of shock, adoration, and pure, unadulterated lust, and he knew

that he had given them a night they would never forget.

He had taken them to the heights of pleasure, had pushed their boundaries, had made them

feel things they had never even dreamed of, and brought them to the brink of ecstasy and back

again.

He knew that they would remember this night for the rest of their lives, that they would never

forget the way he had made them feel, the way he had dominated them, the way he had

brought them to pleasure beyond their wildest dreams.

“Did you enjoy your night, my little sluts?” he asked, his voice filled with satisfaction as he surveyed their sated bodies.

Federica, her voice barely a whisper, replied, “Yes, Wang Jian. It was incredible.”

Giulia, her eyes shining with tears, added, “We’ve never felt anything like this before. You’ve

given us so much pleasure.”

Beatrice, her body still shaking with aftershocks, nodded in agreement. “We’ll never forget

this night. You’ve made us feel like queens.’

Wang Jian smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “And you are my queens,” he said, his

voice firm and commanding. “You belong to me, body and soul. And I will always take care of you, always give you pleasure, always make you feel like the queens you are.”

With that, he drifted off to sleep, a satisfied smile on his face, ready to face whatever the next

day might bring. But for now, he was content to bask in the afterglow of their shared pleasure, to revel in the knowledge that he had given his mistresses a night they would never forget, and to know that, no matter what happened, no matter what challenges they faced, they

would always be his, body and soul.

As they all lay there, their limbs entwined, their bodies sated, Wang Jian knew that he had created something special, something unique, something that no one could ever take away from him. And with that thought, he drifted off to sleep, a satisfied smile on his face, ready to face whatever challenges the next day might bring.