Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 1008: Secret Search

The heavy, suffocating silence of the subterranean luxury suite was entirely broken by the wet, deeply erotic sounds of a supreme, previously untouchable master completely surrendering her dignity. Shen Mengqi, the legendary Fairy of the Silver Gale, remained on her hands and knees upon the incredibly soft snow-fox furs. Her beautiful, mature face was entirely flushed with a deep, permanent crimson of absolute shame and overwhelming, inescapable lust.

She leaned forward, her luscious lips parted, pressing soft, desperate, and trembling kisses against the thick, semen-slicked base of Wang Jian’s massive shaft. Her massive, heavy breasts hung freely from her chest, swaying slightly with her frantic movements, the tight pink nipples brushing against his muscular thighs.

“Master…” Shen Mengqi whimpered, her voice a fragile, broken reed that completely betrayed a century of austere, righteous cultivation. She looked up at him, her piercing sapphire eyes swirling with a terrifying, conflicting mixture of deep, ingrained hatred and absolute, soul-binding devotion. “Please… I need more. My core is burning… please fill me again.”

Wang Jian looked down at the weeping, desperately horny Fairy, a dark, incredibly villainous smile spreading across his handsome face. He reached down, his large hand burying into her midnight-black hair, his fingers gripping her scalp just tight enough to assert absolute dominance. He didn’t push her away, but he didn’t immediately grant her the release she was begging for, either.

“Do you understand what is happening to you, Shen Mengqi?” Wang Jian asked, his voice a smooth, freezing rumble that echoed off the warded walls of the chamber. “Do you comprehend why a woman of your prestigious standing, a righteous elder who fought her own Patriarch on moral principle, is currently acting like a filthy, starving bitch in heat for the man who just violently ruined her?”

Shen Mengqi’s breath hitched. She squeezed her eyes shut, a fresh tear tracking down her cheek. “I… I do not know… You have poisoned my spiritual sea… You have cast a vile, demonic curse or some hypnotic technique upon my mind…”

“Wrong,” Wang Jian stated coldly, his thumb casually brushing against her cheek. “I have cast absolutely no illusions. What you are experiencing is the raw, unadulterated reality of your own physical constitution. You are a victim of your own flesh.”

Hua Yimei, Mu Lianhua, and Shangguan Wan’er, completely naked and glistening with sweat from the surrounding heat, knelt respectfully a few paces away. They looked at the Fairy with a mixture of profound jealousy and intense curiosity, hanging on their master’s every word.

“Your body houses the Heavenly Yin Divine Physique,” Wang Jian declared, the ancient, mythical words carrying a heavy, terrifying weight in the room.

Shen Mengqi opened her eyes, her brow furrowing in genuine, profound confusion. Despite her vast knowledge, having read countless ancient scrolls within the Silver Gale Sect’s grand scripture hall, she had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

“The Heavenly Yin Divine Physique?” she whispered, her luscious lips hovering mere inches from his throbbing dick. “I have never… I have never heard of such a constitution. My master tested my spiritual roots a century ago… I am a pure Wind-Attribute…”

“Your former master was an ignorant, short-sighted fool who couldn’t tell the difference between a puddle and an ocean,” Wang Jian scoffed, his fingers tightening slightly in her hair. “Your constitution was entirely sealed from birth, a congenital lock placed upon your Dantian to contain the overwhelming, abyssal density of your Primordial Yin. The wind attribute you have cultivated your entire life is nothing more than a superficial, microscopic leak of energy escaping from that sealed vault.”

He pulled her head up slightly, forcing her to meet his abyssal gaze.

“The Heavenly Yin Divine Physique is a mythical wonder of the cultivation world,” Wang Jian explained, his tone shifting into the cadence of a supreme teacher lecturing an ignorant junior. “It guarantees that its host will encounter absolutely zero bottlenecks on their path to the pinnacle of power, provided they cultivate the correct path. But its true, most terrifying attribute is its biological, spiritual mandate regarding your virginity.”

He let his words hang in the air for a moment, allowing the heavy implication to sink into her brilliant mind.

“The physique is fundamentally designed to serve as the ultimate cauldron,” Wang Jian continued ruthlessly. “The very moment your primal Yin is breached and harvested, your constitution violently awakens. It forcibly, permanently aligns your spiritual sea and your primal essence to the Yang energy of the man who took your first time. It makes you an absolute, desperate, and completely willing slut to your conqueror. I took your virginity, Shen Mengqi. I shattered your seal. And now, your very soul is hopelessly addicted to my cock.”

Shen Mengqi let out a soft, horrified whimper, her voluptuous body trembling as the terrifying reality of his words perfectly explained the profound, inescapable attraction dragging her mind into the abyss. She wanted to hate him, but her body ached for his touch with a biological necessity that rivaled her need to breathe.

“But do not despair, my beautiful Fairy,” Wang Jian chuckled darkly, releasing her hair and gently cupping her flawless cheek. “I certainly do not dislike this arrangement. In fact, I am quite pleased. The Primordial Yin I just harvested from your awakened physique was incredibly potent. Furthermore, the physical exchange granted me the acquired version of your constitution: the Heavenly Yang Divine Physique.”

The three mature sluts kneeling nearby gasped softly, their eyes widening in shock. Even they had never heard of such mythical physiques, but the sheer, radiating heat of Wang Jian’s aura over the past hour had noticeably intensified, becoming so incredibly intoxicating that their own pussies were dripping uncontrollably just from being in his presence.

“With the energy I have acquired from you, and this new Heavenly Yang constitution purifying my pathways,” Wang Jian declared, his dark aura flaring with immense, suppressed power, “I am on the absolute precipice of reaching the Peak of the Late Stage of the Core Formation Realm. Breaking through the final barrier will be effortless. Furthermore, dual cultivation with me moving forward will allow me to enhance the potential and cultivation base of any woman I fuck infinitely more easily.”

Wang Jian did not reveal the true, deepest source of his knowledge to any of the women in the room. He didn’t tell them that he had not read about the Heavenly Yin Divine Physique in some forgotten tome. He knew of it solely because of his past existence as the supreme, undisputed ruler of the Primal Chaos Universe. In his past life, he had conquered galaxies and commanded deities; he had instantly, flawlessly recognized the specific, incredibly dense frequency of the Primal Yin energy radiating from her sealed core. But that was a secret he would keep buried deep within his own soul.

He reached down, gripping Shen Mengqi by her narrow waist, and effortlessly hoisted her incredibly curvy, hourglass figure up from the furs. He sat back on the edge of the massive bed and pulled her onto his lap, positioning her sideways so she rested intimately against his chest, her massive, heavy breasts squished wonderfully against his muscular torso.

Shen Mengqi did not resist. She wrapped her soft arms around his neck, burying her face into his shoulder, breathing in his intoxicating, masculine scent as if it were a life-saving elixir.

“Listen closely to me, Mengqi,” Wang Jian commanded softly, his hand resting heavily upon her bare, exceptionally curvy buttocks, his fingers casually kneading the plump flesh. “I have scanned your foundation thoroughly. Because of the absolute purity of your Heavenly Yin Divine Physique, I have a very strong feeling that I can help you advance to the Nascent Soul Realm stage incredibly quickly.”

Shen Mengqi lifted her head, her sapphire eyes widening in genuine shock. “The… the Nascent Soul Realm? But… but Island Lord Hai Kuo has been stalled at the peak for a century. It requires profound enlightenment…”

“For ordinary mortals with trash foundations, yes,” Wang Jian interrupted smoothly, his thumb tracing the crease of her plump buttocks. “But you are not ordinary anymore. If I engage in intense, focused dual cultivation sex with you a dozen or so more times, the sheer volume of perfectly balanced Heavenly Yang energy I will pump into your womb will forcefully shatter your remaining bottlenecks. You should condense a Nascent Soul easily.”

A collective, sharp intake of breath echoed from Mu Lianhua, Hua Yimei, and Shangguan Wan’er. They looked at Shen Mengqi with profound, burning envy. They had been waiting for a method to pass the Heart Demon Tribulation, and this newly arrived captive was being offered a direct, expedited path to supreme power simply because of her constitution.

“But there is a strict condition,” Wang Jian stated, his tone brooking absolutely no argument. He grabbed her massive left breast, squeezing the abundant flesh to ensure he had her full, undivided attention.

“Ah! Yes, Master… anything,” Shen Mengqi gasped, her body arching slightly into his hand.

“Before we attempt your breakthrough, you must completely, entirely abandon the righteous wind-attribute cultivation technique of the Silver Gale Sect,” Wang Jian ordered. “You have to change your cultivation foundation to a supreme Demonic Yin Technique.”

“Abandon my sect’s technique?” Shen Mengqi whispered, a flicker of her old loyalty trying to surface before it was drowned in the sea of his Yang aura. “But… to switch techniques at the Late Stage of Core Formation… it could cripple my meridians…”

“It will be painful, but necessary, to maximize both your gains and my future harvests,” Wang Jian explained, his fingers rolling her tight pink nipple. “If I force you to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm stage while you still cultivate that ethereal, righteous wind technique, the process of switching your foundational element at the Nascent Soul stage later would be infinitely longer and infinitely more dangerous. Furthermore, your newly formed Nascent Soul would be permanently scarred. It would be left with severe flaws due to the internal clash between your righteous technique and the abyssal, demonic nature of your awakened physique.”

He paused, looking deeply into her eyes. “Righteous techniques are fundamentally, structurally incompatible with pure Yin Attributes. They seek to elevate and scatter energy, while Yin seeks to condense and consume. If you advance to the Nascent Soul Realm with your current technique, your Nascent Soul would actively reject your own physique. The benefits that I can extract from dual cultivating with you would be drastically, unacceptably lowered.”

Shen Mengqi listened, her brilliant mind, though clouded by lust, easily grasping the profound, undeniable logic of his cultivation theory. It explained why her progress had always felt like pushing a massive boulder up an endless mountain, despite her peers calling her an unparalleled genius.

“However,” Wang Jian continued, trailing his hand down her smooth stomach to rest above her dripping pussy. “If you condense a Nascent Soul using a customized demonic technique, your core will actually evolve into a Pure Yin Attribute Nascent Soul. Your Heavenly Yin Divine Physique would have vastly more of its hidden power awakened, and I would be able to gain exponentially more pure Yin Energy by dual cultivating with you. We both ascend to the pinnacle of power.”

Shen Mengqi looked at the incredibly handsome, terrifying man holding her. The physical attraction dictated by her physique was overwhelming, drawing her to him like a moth to a raging inferno. Despite the undeniable fact that she knew exactly what a huge, manipulative, demonic rascal he was—he had literally kidnapped her, stripped her, and violently defiled her while her eyes were bound—she found that she simply couldn’t muster the will to disobey his commands.

Moreover, as she listened to his profound, casually delivered insights regarding the deepest mysteries of the Nascent Soul and elemental affinities, she felt a charming, deeply mysterious feeling emanating from his soul. He didn’t speak like a Core Formation junior guessing at higher realms; he spoke with the absolute, unquestionable certainty of a god who had walked the path a million times before. She had a very strong, intuitive feeling that this Wang Jian was not a simple cultivator, and that he truly, easily possessed the ability to make her a Nascent Soul Realm expert.

“I… I will do as you command, Master,” Shen Mengqi whispered, completely surrendering her martial path to his design. “But I do not possess a Demonic Yin technique. The Silver Gale Sect scripture hall only holds wind and illusion manuals.”

“Do not concern yourself with the trivialities of mortal scripture halls,” Wang Jian smirked, pulling her closer so her massive breasts crushed entirely against his chest. “I will personally provide and create a bespoke Demonic Yin Attribute technique specifically tailored for your exact meridian structure. The demonic technique I forge will not affect your emotions or turn you into a mindless, blood-crazed beast, but it will definitely make you infinitely stronger. It will help you effortlessly control and utilize the vast ocean of your Yin Attribute, making it as easy as you previously used that useless wind attribute.”

“Thank you, Master,” Shen Mengqi murmured, a genuine wave of gratitude washing over her despite her captive state.

“However, forging a customized, supreme demonic technique requires time and deep meditation,” Wang Jian stated, his hands sliding down to firmly grip her incredibly curvy, plump buttocks. “You will have to wait for a few months before it is ready. Until then, you have a very specific, highly demanding duty.”

“What duty, Master?” she asked, her breathing accelerating as his fingers kneaded her ass cheeks.

“You have to entertain me,” Wang Jian grinned wickedly. “You have to use this flawless, voluptuous body to satisfy my cock regularly, ensuring my Yang energy remains perfectly balanced while I write your new destiny.”

“I… I will serve you perfectly, Master,” Shen Mengqi whimpered, her pussy weeping a fresh stream of slick moisture at the promise of continuous, relentless sex.

“Excellent,” Wang Jian praised. He didn’t waste another moment. He shifted her weight on his lap, lifting her hips slightly, and expertly, smoothly guided his massive, rock-hard dick directly into her dripping, swollen pussy.

SQUELCH!

“AHH! YES!” Shen Mengqi shrieked, her spine bowing backward, her long dark hair cascading over his arm as the thick, scorching heat of his shaft filled her entirely.

Wang Jian began to slowly, deeply thrust upward into her tight core, fully enjoying the incredible, soft weight of her massive breasts bouncing against his chest with every upward motion. He used her voluptuous body with absolute, entitled freedom, his large hands roaming over her flawless curves, smacking her bubbly buttocks to make the abundant flesh jiggle beautifully in the lamplight.

“Now, while you take my cock, Fairy,” Wang Jian commanded, his voice a dark rumble in her ear, “I have some questions. We need to discuss your dear, lucky disciple, Ye Fan.”

Shen Mengqi gasped, her hands gripping his broad shoulders tightly for stability as he pounded her womb. “Ye… Ye Fan? Ahhn! Master, I… I truly do not know where he is. I swear it!”

“He teleported away from the central courtyard using a high-tier spatial array,” Wang Jian noted, his hips snapping upward with increasing force. SLAP! SQUELCH! “Did he mention a rendezvous point? A hidden sanctuary?”

“No! Ah! Deeper!” Shen Mengqi sobbed, her mind entirely focused on the overwhelming pleasure, making it impossible to lie even if the soul-mark permitted it. “He vanished to the outer islands of the Myriad Reefs Sea Region. The talisman was randomized… he simply needed to escape the Island Lord’s closing net.”

“And the legacy he looted from the abyssal ruin?” Wang Jian asked, leaning forward to capture one of her massive, bouncing breasts in his mouth, his teeth grazing her tight pink nipple. “The inheritance of the Abyssal Zephyr Lord. Did he show you the treasures?”

“Mmmph! Yes, bite it!” she squealed, her hips rolling involuntarily against his pelvis. “He… he did acquire it… but he didn’t talk much about the specifics. He showed me a fractured jade slip containing a movement technique, but… ah!… he kept the core spatial ring heavily warded. He said it was too dangerous to reveal.”

Wang Jian nodded slowly, releasing her nipple from his mouth. He honestly didn’t care much about the Nascent Soul Realm expert’s legacy. A dead Zephyr Lord’s trinkets were utterly meaningless compared to the boundless potential of the Demonic Scriptures he already possessed. He cared infinitely more about Shen Mengqi and the incredibly sexy, voluptuous body she was currently using to milk his dick.

“A secretive little rat,” Wang Jian chuckled, reaching down to grope her curvaceous buttocks, his large hand squeezing the plump flesh before delivering a sharp, stinging smack.

SLAP!

“Ah!” she cried out, her pussy clenching tightly around him.

“Tell me this, Mengqi,” Wang Jian continued, his tone turning casual, yet highly probing. “Did Ye Fan have any interactions with other beauties? Were there any other female disciples, elusive merchants, or wandering fairies who hovered around him? Anyone who looked at him with the same forbidden, doe-eyed affection you did?”

Shen Mengqi frowned slightly, her mind struggling to focus through the haze of intense sexual ecstasy. She truthfully responded, “No, Master. Ahhn! I have never heard of any beautiful woman near my disciple. He… he was a completely secluded cultivator. He spent all his time in the outer disciples’ training caves. This recent expedition to the deep-sea ruin was the very first time he had left the island for an active mission. It became such a huge news in the sect only because he somehow acquired the legacy of a Nascent Soul Realm expert and then had to immediately escape.”

Wang Jian sighed internally, a brief flash of genuine disappointment crossing his features.

‘So, he is still in the very early, nascent stages of his protagonist journey,’ Wang Jian thought, thrusting deeply into her core. ‘He hasn’t had the time to travel the region, save distressed jade beauties, and build his destined, massive harem yet. Shen Mengqi was meant to be his first, great, tragic conquest. It seems there are no other pre-packaged heroines for me to steal from his immediate vicinity right now.’

Despite the minor disappointment of missing out on a larger harem heist, Wang Jian looked down at the incredibly beautiful, moaning Fairy currently impaled on his dick, and his dark mood instantly vanished.

“Well, he is a foolish boy for leaving such a magnificent, massive-breasted master behind,” Wang Jian declared, deciding to reward her absolute honesty and her incredible tightness.

He gripped her waist and began to fuck her pussy with absolute, mad intensity. His hips became a blur of devastating kinetic motion. He pounded her with his massive dick, driving her into a state of sheer, mindless delirium. He violently groped and squeezed her massive breasts, his hands leaving faint red marks on her very fair skin, before leaning in to aggressively bite her neck and shoulders, marking her flawless body as his exclusive territory.

“Ahhhh! Master! I’m breaking! I’m yours! Ahhh!” Shen Mengqi shrieked, her voice echoing off the sound-proofed walls as her Heavenly Yin physique eagerly absorbed every drop of his punishing Yang energy.

As the intense, animalistic session reached a fever pitch, Wang Jian felt the soft, incredibly warm pressure of abundant flesh pressing firmly against his back.

Hua Yimei, Mu Lianhua, and Shangguan Wan’er had waited patiently for their master to finish his interrogation. Now, unable to contain their own burning, desperate lust any longer, they eagerly joined the fray.

Hua Yimei wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders from behind, smothering her massive, heavy breasts directly against his muscular back, the gold rings of her nipples scraping delightfully against his skin. Mu Lianhua crawled forward, wrapping her arms around his right bicep, pressing her own massive, bubbly cleavage against his arm, her lips leaving wet kisses along his shoulder. Shangguan Wan’er mirrored her on the left, her curvaceous body pressing into his side, her hand reaching down to boldly stroke the thick, sweaty base of his shaft where it met Shen Mengqi’s dripping entrance.

They used their incredibly sexy, voluptuous bodies to tempt him, silently begging him to fuck them next, turning the bed into a chaotic, writhing mass of beautiful, large-breasted women desperate for his attention.

Wang Jian laughed, a booming sound of absolute, tyrannical joy. He possessed the stamina of a demonic god, and he fully intended to utilize every single ounce of it.

He fucked all four of these magnificent women for the next entire week without leaving the subterranean chamber for a single second.

It was a marathon of pure, unadulterated, and profoundly erotic dual cultivation. He transitioned seamlessly between their wet, dripping pussies and their eager, luscious mouths. He pounded Shangguan Wan’er’s plump buttocks until she sobbed with masochistic joy. He filled Mu Lianhua’s womb with his scorching seed while she begged for more. He forced Hua Yimei to her hands and knees, taking her from behind while Shen Mengqi lay beneath her, opening her mouth to eagerly catch the thick drops of his semen that dripped from the violent junction of their bodies.

The chamber became a localized vortex of swirling, incredibly dense Yin and Yang energies. The sheer volume of Primal Yin he extracted from Shen Mengqi’s awakened physique, combined with the refined energies of the three Half-Step Nascent Soul milfs, flooded his meridians. Wang Jian’s aura expanded, his core condensing and purifying with terrifying speed, rapidly pushing him toward the absolute pinnacle of his current realm.

Meanwhile, high above the subterranean sanctuary of decadent lust, the sprawling compound of the Silver Gale Sect was entirely gripped by a suffocating, deeply paranoid panic.

In the center of the isolated Whispering Gale Pavilion, the heavy, carved wooden doors stood wide open, the intricate, glowing runic locks completely, violently melted into unrecognizable puddles of slag.

Standing in the center of the empty, perfectly pristine bedchamber was Sect Master Feng Yun, a man whose dignified, heavily lined face was currently pale with absolute, unadulterated horror. Beside him stood Grand Elder Zhao, his hands trembling slightly as he inspected the severed, discarded spirit-ropes resting on the silk sheets.

“This is impossible,” Grand Elder Zhao whispered, his voice cracking. “The Wind-Severing Perception Array on the outer walls did not register a single anomaly. The Sensory-Deprivation Shackles around this pavilion were not triggered. The intruder completely bypassed our highest defensive tiers and melted a Patriarch-level lock with raw, terrifyingly concentrated fire-qi.”

“And they took her,” Sect Master Feng Yun gritted his teeth, his eyes scanning the empty room. “Shen Mengqi is entirely missing.”

The fact that their most powerful, albeit currently rebellious, supreme elder was missing from her secure prison had already become a horrifying reality among the highest echelons of the sect.

“She could not have broken the arrays herself,” Grand Elder Zhao reasoned, wiping a bead of cold sweat from his brow. “We personally sealed her spiritual sea. Her meridians were locked. She was completely powerless. Someone… some incredibly powerful, hidden entity infiltrated our sect and rescued her.”

“And if she was rescued, she will undoubtedly take revenge against us for subduing her and imprisoning her like a common criminal to appease the Crimson Tide Guild,” Sect Master Feng Yun stated, stating the terrifying, inevitable conclusion. A Late Stage Core Formation expert specialized in illusions, operating from the shadows with a vendetta, could single-handedly dismantle their sect’s leadership in a matter of months.

“We must sound the grand alarm!” Elder Zhao urged. “We must lock down the compound!”

“Absolutely not!” Feng Yun snapped, his eyes flashing with desperate, political cunning. “Are you a fool? If we announce that Shen Mengqi has escaped, the entire sect will fall into absolute chaos. The disciples who revered her will rebel. Worse, if the Crimson Tide Guild or the Island Lord catches wind that we have lost control of the Fairy, they will instantly use this as a pretext to launch a full-scale invasion of our compound, claiming we are hiding her or her disciple’s treasures.”

He turned away from the empty bed, his expression grim and resolute.

“We must make absolutely sure to keep the news about her imprisonment, and specifically her escape, completely, entirely sealed within the grand elder council,” Feng Yun commanded. “Do not give our enemy sects a single excuse to take advantage of this disastrous situation.”

“But what do we do, Sect Master?” Elder Zhao asked, wringing his hands. “We cannot simply let her vanish.”

“She cannot have gone far,” Feng Yun reasoned, his tactical mind trying to piece together a shattered puzzle. “Her cultivation was heavily sealed by our combined efforts. Even if her mysterious savior possesses great stealth, moving a powerless woman out of the heavily fortified gates of Abyssal Pearl City unnoticed is incredibly difficult. There is a very high chance she is still hiding somewhere on this island, waiting for an opportunity to break our seals.”

The Sect Master narrowed his eyes, looking out the window toward the sprawling, neon-lit metropolis below.

“Mobilize the Shadow-Wind Enforcers immediately,” Feng Yun ordered quietly, deploying the sect’s most elite, secretive tracker unit. “I want them to conduct a massive, highly covert inspection of every single district, every inn, and every black-market alleyway in this city. Find Shen Mengqi before she regains her power, and bring her back, dead or alive. Our very survival depends on it.”