Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 967: Mother-Daughter Serve Together

A few days had passed since the incident at the Spirit Water Springs, and the atmosphere within the Orchid Palace had shifted from one of regal authority to a stifling, secretive oppression. The nights were no longer peaceful; they were filled with the heavy, musk-scented air of the Sect Leaderʼs private quarters, a sanctuary that had been thoroughly desecrated. The ancient wards that were meant to keep intruders out now served a darker purpose: they kept the screams of pleasure and the sounds of absolute domination locked within.

It was deep into the Hour of the Rat. The moon hung high and full, a silent witness casting silver beams through the intricate latticework of the windows. The light illuminated the sprawling bed where Hua Yimei, the most powerful woman in the Fragrance Melody Sect, was currently on her knees, reduced to a vessel for a manʼs desire.

Hua Yimei was naked. Her body, usually adorned in layers of defensive silk and ceremonial robes that commanded respect from thousands, was exposed to the cool night air and the heated gaze of the man behind her. She was positioned in the center of the bed, her elbows resting on the silk sheets, her hips raised high in the air in a posture of total, practiced submission. Her hair, unpinned and wild, cascaded over her shoulders, sticking to the sweat that coated her back like a second skin.

Wang Jian knelt behind her. He gripped her wide, curvy hips with hands that felt like iron bands, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh, leaving white marks that slowly turned red. He was burying himself deep inside her, establishing a rhythm that was slow, deliberate, and punishingly deep.

Slap... Slap... Slap...

The sound of his hips colliding with her buttocks was the only noise in the room, magnified by the silence of the night.

ʼI am the Sect Leader...ʼ Hua Yimei thought, her mind drifting in a haze of endorphins and spiritual energy. ʼI am a Core Formation expert. And yet... I am nothing more than a sheath for his cock.ʼ

But there was no resistance in her thought. The fight had been bred out of her. The Stellar Yang Qi that Wang Jian had been feeding her for days had taken root deep within her marrow. Her meridians, once resistant to foreign energy, now sang with power every time he filled her. Her body had been conditioned, broken, and reshaped to accommodate him. Even now, as her mind floated in the abyss of surrender, her inner walls clamped down on his massive cock, milking him with a rhythmic precision that she couldnʼt control—and no longer wanted to.

”You are so tight tonight, Hua Yimei,” Wang Jian whispered, his voice a low rumble near her ear that sent shivers down her spine. He leaned forward, his broad, muscular chest pressing against her sweaty back, his hand reaching around to cup one of her massive breasts.

It was heavy, warm, and incredibly soft. He squeezed it, watching the pale flesh spill through his dark fingers. He weighed it, kneading the doughy softness, pinching the hardened nipple. ”Does it feel good? Tell me.”

Hua Yimei bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan, but he thrust harder, hitting a spot deep inside her womb that sent sparks of white light behind her eyes.

”Yes...” she gasped, her voice thick with lust. ”Master... it feels good... ah! Please... deeper!”

Wang Jian smirked. He enjoyed this—the total collapse of her dignity. The noble matriarch by day, the obedient slut by night. She wasnʼt just tolerating him anymore; she was addicted to him. Her cultivation base was now parasitic to his Yang essence, and her body craved the fullness only he could provide.

But tonight, he craved more than just physical release. He craved a show. He craved the total destruction of her world and the final conquest of the Fragrance Melody Sect.

While maintaining his rhythm, never missing a beat, Wang Jianʼs spiritual sense flickered. He activated a communication jade slip hidden in his spatial ring. He sent a targeted message, not to a distant ally, but to a room just across the palace courtyard.

ʼLingʼer,ʼ his mental voice projected, sounding warm, urgent, and authoritative—the voice of the hero she adored. ʼI am currently in the midst of refining a pill for your cultivation. I find myself lacking a catalyst. I need a rare Spirit-Heart Herb. Your mother keeps a supply in her private cabinet within her sleeping quarters. Can you fetch it for me immediately? It is critical for the pillʼs potency.ʼ

In her own room, Hua Ling woke from her meditation. She heard the voice of her beloved Young Master Wang. Her heart fluttered. He was working late? For her cultivation?

ʼHe is so dedicated,ʼ Hua Ling thought, her cheeks flushing with affection. ʼHe thinks of me even now. I must help him.ʼ

She didnʼt question why he asked her to go to her motherʼs room at this hour. To her, Wang Jian was the hero who saved her, the man who promised to marry her. His word was law. She quickly donned a light outer robe over her sleeping gown and hurried out of her room, clutching a small basket, eager to be of service.

Back in the Sect Leaderʼs bedroom, Wang Jian felt the girlʼs movement through his spiritual sense. The pieces were moving on the board. The spider web trembled as the fly approached.

He looked down at Hua Yimei. She was lost in the haze of the act, her eyes glazed, her mouth open in a silent pant as drool pooled on the pillow. He gripped her waist tighter.

”Prepare yourself, Hua Yimei,” he whispered, though she didnʼt understand what he meant.

He reached out with his spiritual will to the arrays guarding the room. The isolation formation, which kept all sound and spiritual fluctuations contained, flickered. He didnʼt turn it off completely; he adjusted it with the precision of a master. He lowered the density just enough so that sound could leak in from the corridor, and loud sounds—like screams or moans—could leak out.

Then, he changed his pace. He stopped the slow, grinding rhythm and began to pound her with animalistic ferocity.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

The noise level in the room tripled. The sound of wet flesh impacting wet flesh was obscene. Hua Yimei cried out, her head thrashing from side to side. ”Ah! Master! Too deep! Youʼre splitting me!”

”Take it,” Wang Jian growled, lifting his hand and smacking her buttocks with his open palm. The flesh rippled under the impact. ”Take every inch. Show me how much of a slut the Sect Leader really is.”

”I am... ah! I am your slut!” she wailed, pushing back against him, desperate for more friction.

Suddenly, the sound of light, hurried footsteps echoed from the corridor outside. They were getting closer.

Hua Yimeiʼs eyes snapped open. The haze of lust evaporated, replaced by cold, sharp terror. She knew those footsteps. She had listened to them for eighteen years. They were the steps of the person she loved most in the world.

ʼLingʼer?ʼ she thought, her heart stopping.

She tried to push back, to scramble away from Wang Jian, but his cock was buried to the hilt, anchoring her in place. ”Someone... someone is coming... Master, stop... please stop!”

Wang Jian didnʼt stop. He clamped his arm around her waist like a vice, pinning her in place. ”No. Itʼs just Lingʼer.”

The name hit her like a physical blow.

”Lingʼer?!” Hua Yimei shrieked, her voice cracking. ”No! No! She canʼt see this! She canʼt know! Let me go! I beg you!”

She struggled wildly, her fingernails clawing at the silk sheets, tearing them. If her daughter saw her like this—naked, bent over, being ravaged by the man Hua Ling loved—it would kill her. It would destroy the last shred of respect her daughter held for her. It would reveal the depth of her depravity.

”Let her see,” Wang Jian hissed in her ear, his voice dark and hypnotic. ”Let her see her mother enjoying the man she loves. Let her see who truly owns this palace. Let her see where her inheritance is going.”

”No!” Hua Yimei sobbed, her body trembling.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The sound on the heavy wooden door was tentative but clear.

”Mother?” Hua Lingʼs voice drifted through the wood, muffled but audible. ”Are you awake? Young Master Wang sent me... he needs a herb...”

Hua Yimei froze. Wang Jian had sent her? This was a trap. A cruel, vicious trap designed to destroy everything she had left.

Wang Jian thrust into her, hard, his hips slamming into hers. ”Answer her,” he commanded. ”Tell her to come in.”

”I canʼt...” Hua Yimei wept, shaking her head.

”If you donʼt,” Wang Jian whispered, leaning down to bite her neck, leaving a mark that would be visible for days, ”I will teleport out there right now, naked, with your juices still on my cock, and I will take her in the hallway while you watch. I will rip her robe off and take her purity right in front of the guards. Is that what you want?”

The threat paralyzed her. The logic of the broken took over.

ʼHe will ruin her,ʼ Hua Yimei thought, her mind fracturing under the pressure. ʼHe will force her. But... if she sees this... if she sees me like this... she will be disgusted. She will hate me. But she will also see him for what he is... a lecher... a man who sleeps with her mother. Maybe... maybe she will stop loving him. Maybe she will run away. It will save her from his clutches.ʼ

It was a twisted, desperate hope, but it was the only one she had. She had to become the monster to save her daughter from the monster.

”Answer,” Wang Jian said, grinding his hips, stimulating her sensitive spot.

”Enter...” Hua Yimei choked out, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling with a mixture of arousal and devastation.

Outside, Hua Ling hesitated. Her motherʼs voice sounded strange. Strained. Was she sick? Or... was she injured?

Worried, Hua Ling pushed the door open.

”Mother, are you alright? I—”

The door swung wide. The light from the hallway spilled into the dim room, illuminating the bed like a stage.

Hua Ling froze. The basket dropped from her hand, hitting the floor with a dull thud.

The scene before her burned itself into her retinas instantly.

Her mother, the Sect Leader, the woman she idolized, was naked on the bed, on her hands and knees. Her legs were spread wide, her white skin flushed pink with heat. And behind her, kneeling like a dark god, was Wang Jian. He was naked, his muscular back glistening with sweat. He was buried deep inside her mother, his hips fused to hers.

As the door opened, Wang Jian didnʼt stop. He didnʼt scramble to cover himself. Instead, a maniacal, triumphant grin spread across his face. He grabbed Hua Yimeiʼs hips and delivered three rapid, brutal thrusts that shook the bedframe.

”Ah! Ah! Ahhh!” Hua Yimei gasped loudly, her head thrown back, her massive breasts swinging with the force of the impact. Her moan was filled with pain, shame, and undeniable, treacherous pleasure.

Hua Ling stood in the doorway, her mouth open, unable to breathe. Her world shattered into a million jagged pieces. The hero she loved... and the mother she respected...

”Mother...?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. ”Young Master...?”

Wang Jian slowed his rhythm but stayed inside Hua Yimei, keeping himself embedded in her warmth. He turned his head slowly to look at Hua Ling over his shoulder. His expression wasnʼt one of guilt. It was one of regretful resignation, as if he were the victim of a terrible misunderstanding.

”Ah, Lingʼer,” Wang Jian sighed, his voice smooth and calm. ”You see? I tried to resist. But your mother... she took action against me.”

Hua Ling stared at him, her eyes wide and wet. ”What...?”

”She seduced me,” Wang Jian lied, the words flowing like poison honey. ”She called me here under the guise of discussing sect defenses. But when I arrived... she was like this. She said she was lonely. She said she had been a widow for too long. She begged me... she begged me to give her what I promised you.”

Hua Yimei sobbed into the sheets, her body shaking. She heard the lies. She wanted to scream the truth. She wanted to tell her daughter that he had raped her, broken her, enslaved her. But she remembered his promise. ʼOnly if Lingʼer wants him and begs him would he take her.ʼ If Hua Ling hated him, if she was disgusted by this, she was safe.

So Hua Yimei stayed silent. She let the lie stand. Her body convulsed around his cock, her muscles gripping him involuntarily, milking him, proving his point to her horrified daughter.

Wang Jian ran a hand down Hua Yimeiʼs back, smacking her buttocks lightly. ”Look at her body, Lingʼer. Look at those tits. They are so good... so seductive. She knows how to use them. She pressed them against me. She lit my lust. I suspect... she even used some aphrodisiac incense on me. I am a man... I could not resist such a mature, desperate body.”

Hua Ling looked at her mother. She saw the flushed skin, the sweat, the way her mother was taking him, the wet sounds of their connection.

”Mother...” Hua Lingʼs voice trembled with betrayal. ”How could you?!”

”But...” Wang Jian interrupted softly, his eyes locking onto Hua Lingʼs with intense, soulful emotion. ”My heart still loves you, Lingʼer. This... this is just flesh. It means nothing. It is just a transaction of lust that she forced upon me.”

Hua Ling looked at him, desperate to believe him. He was her hero. He had saved her life. Her mother... her mother was the authority figure who had always told her to be chaste, to be proper. And now, here she was, stealing her daughterʼs lover, using her body to seduce him.

”You knew!” Hua Ling screamed at Hua Yimei, tears pouring down her face. ”You knew I loved him! What about Father? How could you betray Fatherʼs memory like this? With the man I love?!”

The mention of her dead husband cut Hua Yimei deeper than any knife. She closed her eyes, wishing for death. But she had to play her part. She had to be the villain to drive her daughter away. She had to sacrifice her relationship with her daughter to save her daughterʼs virtue.

”Leave, Lingʼer!” Hua Yimei choked out, forcing her voice to be harsh and commanding, even as she was being impaled from behind. ”He is mine! Stay away from him! I am the Sect Leader... I take what I want! You are just a child... you cannot satisfy him like I can! Look at me!”

She arched her back, pushing her buttocks back against Wang Jian, forcing a moan of pleasure from her throat.

Wang Jian laughed, a low, dark sound. He enjoyed the show immensely. He slapped Hua Yimeiʼs ass hard, making the flesh ripple.

”See?” Wang Jian said to Hua Ling. ”She is possessive. She wants to keep me all to herself.”

He pulled out of Hua Yimei slowly, the sound wet and obscene. He turned fully towards the door, his massive cock swaying, glistening with fluids—her fluids. He looked at Hua Ling with a cold, calculating expression.

”If you leave now, Lingʼer,” Wang Jian said coolly, ”if you walk out that door... I will accept her offer. I will just focus all my love, all my energy, on Hua Yimei. I will stay in this room. I will breed her. I will fill her belly until she gives me a dozen children to replace my love for you. Is that what you want? To be replaced by your own mother?”

The ultimatum hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.

Hua Ling stared at him. The thought of him loving her mother, of him having children with her mother while she was cast aside... it was a nightmare she couldnʼt endure. Her obsession with him, carefully cultivated over months, snapped something in her mind. Her jealousy flared, burning away her reason.

She fell to her knees in the doorway, burying her face in her hands, weeping uncontrollably. She was confused, hurt, and terrified of losing him.

”No...” she sobbed. ”No... donʼt leave me... donʼt replace me...”

”Then what?” Wang Jian asked, stepping off the bed and walking toward her. He stopped a few feet away, looming over her, naked and powerful. ”What should I do? Your mother offers me her body freely. She pleases me. What do you offer?”

”What... what should I do?” Hua Ling looked up, her eyes red and swollen, begging him for a solution. ”How do I earn your love back? How do I make you look at me again?”

Wang Jian looked down at her with a dark, hypnotic gaze. He reached out and touched her hair.

”Strip,” he whispered.

Hua Ling flinched. ”Strip?”

”Your mother is naked for me,” Wang Jian said, gesturing to the bed where Hua Yimei lay weeping. ”She bares everything. She holds nothing back. If you want to compete... if you want to prove you love me more than she does... you must be naked too. You must bare your soul and your body. You must show me you are willing to give everything.”

”No!” Hua Yimei screamed from the bed, realizing her plan had backfired catastrophically. She tried to scramble up. ”No! Lingʼer, run! Run away! Donʼt listen to him! He is lying!”

Wang Jian spun around. He didnʼt use his hands. He unleashed a burst of Stellar Qi that slammed Hua Yimei back down onto the mattress, pinning her there spread-eagled.

”Quiet, slut,” he snarled. ”You had your turn. Now watch.”

He turned back to Hua Ling. ”Well? She is trying to send you away so she can have me to herself again. Will you let her?”

Hua Ling looked at her mother, who was pinned and screaming for her to run. But in her twisted, manipulated mind, she saw a rival trying to eliminate the competition. She saw a woman who had betrayed her father and her daughter to keep the hero for herself.

”No,” Hua Ling whispered, her voice hardening with a fragile, broken resolve. ”I wonʼt let her win. I love you, Young Master.”

She stood up. Her hands were shaking violently. She reached for the sash of her outer robe.

She untied it. The robe fell to the floor.

She wore a sleeping gown of pale blue silk. She reached for the straps.

”Donʼt do it, Lingʼer!” Hua Yimei wailed, struggling against the invisible weight. ”He is destroying you! Please!”

Hua Ling ignored her. She pulled the gown down. It pooled around her ankles.

She stood naked in the doorway of her motherʼs room. Her body was young, firm, and beautiful—a stark contrast to the mature, voluptuous curves of her mother. Her breasts were perky and round, her waist impossibly small, her skin unblemished. The dark triangle between her legs was untouched.

She shivered in the cool air, crossing her arms over her chest instinctively.

”I... I am naked,” she whispered, looking at Wang Jian with pleading eyes. ”Do you love me now?”

Hua Yimei closed her eyes. A sound of pure, unadulterated despair escaped her throat. It was over. She had failed. She had tried to be the monster to save her daughter, but the true monster had simply eaten them both.

Wang Jian smiled. It was the smile of a man who had won everything. He looked at the broken mother pinned on the bed and the corrupted daughter standing in the doorway. He had them both. The set was complete.

”Come here, Lingʼer,” Wang Jian commanded, extending his hand. ”Join us.”

Hua Ling took a step. Then another. She walked towards the bed like a sleepwalker, drawn by the gravity of the man she worshipped.

She took his hand.

Wang Jian pulled her onto the bed. He positioned her next to her mother.

”Mother...” Hua Ling whispered, looking at Hua Yimei with a mix of defiance and pity.

Hua Yimei opened her eyes. She looked at her daughter, naked and ruined. The fight drained out of her completely. There was no point in resisting anymore. They were trapped in the web.

”Iʼm sorry,” Hua Yimei whispered, though she knew it changed nothing.

Wang Jian climbed onto the bed between them. He lay back, pulling Hua Ling down onto his chest on one side, and pulling Hua Yimei down onto his other side.

”Now,” Wang Jian said, his voice thick with satisfaction. ”This is how a family should be.”

He turned to Hua Yimei. ”Kiss me.”

Hua Yimei hesitated for a fraction of a second. Then, she leaned in and kissed him. She kissed him desperately, trying to distract him, trying to please him, accepting her fate as a toy.

He turned to Hua Ling. ”Your turn.”

Hua Ling kissed him, clumsy and eager, trying to outdo her mother. She pressed her smaller breasts against his arm, mimicking what she had seen.

Wang Jian laughed. He pushed Hua Yimei onto her back. He spread her legs again.

”Watch, Lingʼer,” he commanded the daughter. ”Watch how your mother serves me. Learn. Because soon, it will be your turn.”

He drove into Hua Yimei.

As he fucked the mother, holding the daughterʼs hand, the last vestiges of the Fragrance Melody Sectʼs dignity evaporated into the musk-scented air. Wang Jian had conquered the sect completely—not by destroying its walls, but by corrupting its heart.

He climaxed deep inside Hua Yimei, his eyes locked on Hua Lingʼs fascinated, terrified gaze.

ʼThe flower is plucked,ʼ he thought, as the two women lay beside him in the ruin of their lives. ʼAnd the garden is mine.ʼ