Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Poised on the high ridge overlooking a valley teeming with a sea of monstrous beasts, Wang Jian’s command cut through the deafening, chaotic roar with the sharp, undeniable authority of a king.

”Lingshan, Senior Sister Chen,” he said, his voice calm and clear, his use of Chen Ying’s formal title a perfect maintenance of their public facade. ”Engage the beasts besieging that barrier. Subdue them. Junior Sister Ruyan, with me.”

There was no hesitation. His word was law.

Yue Lingshan was the first to move, a graceful fairy of azure and green leaping from the ridge. She did not descend into the horde, but hovered above it, her hands weaving intricate, beautiful patterns in the air.

”Verdant Willow’s Thousand Vines!” she cried, her voice a clear, melodious chime.

The very earth below, churned and blood-soaked as it was, answered her call. Thick, emerald-green spiritual vines, as thick as a man’s arm and covered in sharp, crystalline thorns, erupted from the ground. They were not random; they were a living, intelligent net. They whipped through the air, ensnaring dozens of the snarling First and Second Grade beasts, their bodies tangled in the unbreakable, life-sapping tendrils. The beasts roared and struggled, but were rendered completely immobile.

Chen Ying was a different kind of force entirely. She was not a fairy; she was an icy specter of death. She descended like a silent, falling icicle, her feet barely seeming to touch the ground as she moved through the chaotic battlefield. Her ”Seven Absolutes Sword Art” was a masterpiece of brutally efficient lethality. She moved like a phantom, her blade a flash of cold, killing light. She ignored the lesser beasts, her entire focus on the more powerful, hulking Third Grade beasts that acted as captains of the horde.

A Three-Eyed Demonic Ape, its fur bristling with rage, charged at her. She did not meet its charge. She simply sidestepped, her form blurring, and her sword flashed once. A single, precise, and almost invisible strike to the spiritual meridian nexus at the base of the beast’s skull. The massive ape froze, its eyes wide with confusion, before it collapsed, paralyzed but alive.

The two women were a perfect, deadly duet. Yue Lingshan controlled the battlefield, her area-of-effect techniques a masterful display of crowd control. Chen Ying was the blade, the assassin who moved through the chaos, precisely and efficiently eliminating the greatest threats.

And they both flawlessly executed his primary command. After a beast was subdued or paralyzed, a sealing talisman would fly from their hands, a shimmering net of light that would envelop the creature, shrinking it down into a palm-sized, glowing orb which they would collect. Their combat prowess, honed and refined by Wang Jian’s personal, often brutal, training, was on full, magnificent display.

While his two warrior women cleared a path, Wang Jian and Liu Ruyan made their descent. He did not bother with any complex techniques. He simply created a shimmering, translucent barrier of his profound Stellar Qi around the two of them. It was a simple, calm blue sphere in a world of red-eyed rage and bloody slaughter.

A massive, armored boar, easily a Second Grade beast, broke from the main horde and charged them, its tusks dripping with gore. It slammed into the barrier with the force of a battering ram.

It did not even create a ripple.

The moment the beast’s flesh touched the calm, blue light of the barrier, it was instantly, silently, and completely vaporized, its roar cut short, leaving behind only a faint, sizzling wisp of black smoke. Several other beasts, driven by their mindless rage, met the same fate. They were moths flying into a star.

Liu Ruyan, who had been trembling with a mixture of fear and awe, felt a profound sense of absolute safety within his shield. He was not just a man. He was a fortress.

They landed softly on the rocky knoll, directly before the flickering, near-shattered defensive array where the two dozen survivors were huddled in abject despair.

Li Mei, the young disciple who had led the survivors here, looked up, her face streaked with dirt and tears, her eyes wide with the hollow look of someone who had accepted their own death. She saw a god descend from the heavens.

Wang Jian walked to the failing array, the light of which was now as faint as a dying firefly. He placed a single, casual hand on its surface. With a calm, almost bored expression, he poured a single, tiny sliver of his vast, ocean-like reserves of Stellar Qi into the formation.

The effect was instantaneous and miraculous.

The barrier, which had been moments from collapse, erupted with a blinding, stable, and profoundly powerful blue light. It expanded, becoming a solid, impenetrable fortress of pure energy. The dozen or so beasts that were still battering against it, their claws and teeth screeching against the dying shield, were instantly incinerated into fine, black ash upon contact with the newly empowered formation.

A wave of pure, divine power washed over the knoll, a cleansing force that seemed to push back the very stench of death.

The survivors stared, their mouths agape, their minds unable to process what they had just witnessed. Their failing, ancient array had been reborn, made a hundred times stronger, with a single, casual touch.

Their gazes all turned to Wang Jian. Their despair, their terror—it all melted away, replaced by an expression of pure, unadulterated awe and worship. He was not just a rescuer. He was a divine being, a savior sent from the heavens.

Wang Jian turned to the survivors, his lips curving into a calm, gentle, and deeply reassuring smile. It was the smile of a benevolent god, and it instantly solidified his role as their master, their protector, their absolute and unquestionable authority.

”This position is untenable,” Wang Jian stated, his voice calm but firm as he surveyed the open, vulnerable knoll. ”The barrier is strong now, but it will not last forever against the main tide. We require a proper sanctuary.”

Before any of the survivors could ask what he meant, he walked to the very center of the now-safe knoll, the ground still littered with the pathetic remains of their desperate camp. He placed a single hand on the solid stone ground and closed his eyes.

The earth began to tremble. It was not the chaotic, distant shaking of the Beast Tide, but a deep, resonant vibration that seemed to emanate directly from him.

Then, with a shocking, explosive roar, he unleashed his power.

He did not mold the earth. He shattered it. A controlled, violent blast of his Stellar Qi erupted from his palm, destroying the top of the stone knoll, sending thousands of tons of rock and earth flying into the air in a display of raw, overwhelming power.

The survivors cried out in shock and terror, huddling behind the safety of the barrier.

But the flying debris did not fall randomly. It was caught in his spiritual sense, a massive, invisible hand that ground the rock into dust and scattered it to the winds.

Where the top of the knoll had been, there was now a gaping, perfectly circular hole. Wang Jian then began to truly create.

His Stellar Qi, now a tool of impossibly fine precision, delved into the earth. The survivors watched, their minds reeling, as a massive, detailed cave dwelling was carved directly out of the living stone in a matter of minutes. Walls smoothed themselves as if polished by a thousand years of wind and water. Vast chambers were hollowed out, their ceilings arching high above. A network of ventilation shafts, perfectly angled to catch the outside breeze, formed themselves with a quiet groan of shifting rock.

In less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, a stark, bare, but perfectly formed fortress had been born from the earth.

But he was not finished.

A faint, emerald-green light began to emanate from his body. It was the pure, vibrant, and incredibly potent life force of his Verdant Eternal Spring Essence. He channeled it into the newly formed stone dwelling.

And another miracle occurred.

The stark, newly-carved stone was instantly transformed. Lush, soft green moss, as soft as the finest velvet, carpeted the floors. Thick, beautiful green vines, studded with small, glowing spirit-flowers, crawled up the walls, their gentle, fragrant light illuminating the chambers with a peaceful, ethereal glow. The harsh, dead stone had been brought to life, the entire sanctuary now humming with a vibrant, healing energy.

The dwelling was not a simple cave. It was a masterpiece of impromptu magical architecture. It had a vast main hall for the survivors to rest, a secure storage area for supplies, and several smaller, private chambers for his own retinue.

And, with a care that only he understood the reason for, he paid special attention to one of these private chambers. He reinforced its walls with extra layers of earth and stone, and then, with a subtle, almost invisible weave of his spiritual sense, he etched a complex, multi-layered soundproofing array directly into its structure. A silent room for silent deeds.

When he was finally done, he opened his eyes. He had not even broken a sweat.

The survivors, led by the wide-eyed Li Mei, stared at the sight before them with slack-jawed, utter disbelief. He had shattered a hill, carved a fortress, and created a paradise, all in a matter of minutes. This was not the power of a Foundation Establishment Deacon. This was the power of a god.

He turned to them, his expression once again calm and reassuring. ”This will be our base of operations,” he said, his voice echoing slightly in the new, vast hall. ”Rest. Recover your strength. You are safe here.”

His tone, while kind, made one thing perfectly, absolutely clear. This was his sanctuary. They were his guests. And his word, in this place, was absolute law.

After allowing the survivors to settle, to drink fresh water he had conjured and eat the rations he provided, Wang Jian gathered them in the main hall. He stood before them, his hands clasped behind his back, his aura one of benevolent authority. Liu Ruyan stood quietly, dutifully, by his side.

”I am also an alchemist,” he announced, his voice resonating with a calm confidence. ”The shock of the battle, the terror you have endured, it may have caused deep, internal injuries that are not immediately apparent. Hidden blockages in your meridians that could cripple your future cultivation if left untreated. I will conduct a brief examination of you all, to ensure your continued safety.”

The survivors, who already viewed him as a divine being, nodded eagerly, their hearts filled with a profound gratitude.

He quickly glanced over the dozen or so male disciples, and the few less-attractive female disciples in the group. ”You all seem to be in good health,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. ”Your Qi is stable. Your breathing is regular. You may rest.”

They bowed gratefully and moved to the far side of the hall, relieved.

His gaze then landed, with a slow, deliberate intensity, on the six remaining beautiful female survivors. His eyes lingered on each of them, a connoisseur appreciating fine art.

He pointed a finger at Li Mei. ”You, for instance,” he said, his voice suddenly filled with a grave concern. ”Your face is pale. Your spiritual energy is in disarray. I sense a grave internal injury near your dantian, I suspect. You require an immediate, and very thorough, checkup.”

Li Mei was shocked. She blinked, her hand instinctively going to her stomach. ”Deacon Wang? But… I feel… I feel fine…”

He then pointed to the five stunning, mature married women, whose voluptuous, hourglass figures, with their impossibly large breasts, impossibly thin waists, and impossibly curvaceous, peach-like buttocks, stood out like magnificent cranes in a flock of chickens.

”And you five…” he said, his voice taking on an even more dire tone. ”Your conditions are the most severe! The spiritual shock has clearly caused critical blockages in your primary heart and lung meridians! A very dangerous, life-threatening situation!”

The five beautiful, mature women gasped, their hands flying to their chests, their faces paling with a genuine fear.

He turned to Liu Ruyan. ”Junior Sister Liu, please escort this sister to my private examination chamber. Her condition is the most critical. We must attend to her at once.”

Liu Ruyan, who had been watching this performance with a nervous, fluttering heart, nodded obediently. She led the first of the married women—a stunning beauty with breasts so large they seemed to defy gravity—to the special, soundproof chamber he had prepared.

Wang Jian followed them in, closing the heavy stone door behind him.

The woman sat nervously on a stone bench. Wang Jian sat before her, his expression one of pure, professional seriousness. Liu Ruyan stood by the door, a silent, nervous smile on her face.

”The blockage seems to be centered around your lung meridians,” Wang Jian said, his voice a low, clinical murmur. He then, without any warning, placed both of his hands directly on the woman’s magnificent, melon-sized breasts.

He squeezed.

”Ahh… Deacon Wang… STOP!” the woman moaned, a sound of pure, shameless shock and pleasure, her body jolting as if struck by lightning. She tried to protest, her face a mask of shame and indignation. ”My Dao Companion is Senior Brother Liu of the Disciplinary Hall! He will not like it if you do this…!”

Wang Jian’s expression hardened. He ignored her words completely, and as a punishment for her defiance, he pinched her nipples, hard, his fingers twisting the sensitive peaks through her robes.

”AAAAHHHNN!” she cried out, her protest turning into a loud, piercing moan of mixed pain and overwhelming pleasure.

”Do not treat your injuries so lightly!” he admonished her, his voice a stern, righteous rebuke. ”Your Dao Companion would be overjoyed that a Deacon of my alchemical skill is personally attending to your grave condition! You should be grateful!”

His hands then slipped, with an outrageous, brazen confidence, under her robes. ”I must check the flow of Qi directly on your skin to be certain of the blockage’s location,” he said, his voice a low growl.

He proceeded to grope her soft, delicate, and impossibly large breasts, his hands kneading and squeezing them, his thumbs teasing her nipples until she was gasping, her head thrown back, her body trembling uncontrollably.

He did not stop there. He pulled her into his embrace, tore open the front of her robes, and buried his face in her magnificent cleavage. He bit her soft flesh, laving the red marks with his tongue, his mouth finding one of her large, dark nipples and sucking on it hungrily. His other hand roamed down her body, over her trembling waist, and between her legs, finding her already wet, dripping pussy.

After a few minutes of this torturous, exquisitely pleasurable ”examination,” he pulled back. He spanked her magnificent, curvaceous buttocks a few times, the sound a sharp, wet slap in the silent room.

”Your condition is severe,” he said, his voice a low, husky growl. ”The blockages are deep. Come to my private chamber tonight for a ’deeper inspection’ to fully clear them.”

He then dismissed her. She stumbled out of the room, her clothes in disarray, her face flushed, her legs trembling, a dazed, blissed-out look in her eyes.

He repeated this process with every single one of the beautiful women, including the shy, terrified Li Mei. Their protests, their attempts to preserve their loyalty to their Dao Companions, were all brutally, pleasurably crushed under his overwhelming power and his righteous, irrefutable excuses. Their protests quickly turned into breathless, shameless moans.

When he was finally done, he walked out of the chamber, leaving behind a group of thoroughly debauched, and eagerly anticipating, beauties.

He walked to Liu Ruyan’s side, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.

”You won’t tell Lingshan or Chen Ying about this, will you, my sweet fairy?” he whispered.

She, lost in the intoxicating fog of her love for him, her body still trembling from watching his depraved performance, shook her head vehemently. ”No, Jian. Never.”

”Good girl,” he said, kissing her deeply, passionately. ”As long as you do what I want, I will treat you even more closely. I will love you even more than Lingshan or Ying’er.”

Her heart soared, a blinding, ecstatic joy washing away the last of her guilt and fear. She would do anything for him. Anything to earn that love.

She had no idea that she was just another beautiful, willing piece in his grand collection, another loyal slave being expertly trained to serve her master’s every desire.