Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 1012: Lin Wanyue vs Mu Lianhua

The heavy, suffocating sea fog that constantly shrouded the jagged black reef island parted like a torn curtain. The turbulent ocean waves crashed violently against the unforgiving obsidian rocks, sending sprays of salty foam high into the midnight air. Through the dense mist, a figure descended with the desperate, blinding velocity of a falling star, her aura blazing like a beacon of maternal fury.

Lin Wanyue, the primary wife of City Lord Hai Kuo, landed heavily upon the desolate shore. The impact of her boots shattered the solid rock beneath her feet. She was dressed in her elegant, flowing purple silk robes, which fluttered fiercely in the coastal gale, entirely failing to conceal the massive, incredibly heavy breasts and the exceptionally curvy, thick hourglass figure of the mature beauty.

The very moment her boots touched the stone, the ambient spiritual energy of the island shifted with a terrifying, nauseating lurch.

BZZZZT!

Six massive, black iron array flags erupted from the ground in a perfect hexagon around the perimeter of the clearing. Beams of highly condensed, pitch-black spatial energy shot into the sky, weaving together to form an impenetrable, invisible dome. The Void-Sealing Hexagram Array activated instantly, completely locking down the spatial coordinates of the entire island. The space itself solidified into a hardened cage of steel.

Lin Wanyue’s sharp, intelligent eyes darted around the perimeter, instantly analyzing the array. Her heart sank as her vast knowledge confirmed the reality of her situation. No escape talismans, no spatial tearing, and absolutely no flight beyond the dome’s boundary. She was completely trapped.

“Welcome, Madam Lin,” a smooth, dark, and incredibly arrogant voice echoed across the barren clearing.

Lin Wanyue snapped her gaze forward. Situated in the absolute center of the array matrix was a large, flat-topped boulder. Lounging upon it with the casual, negligent grace of a demonic emperor was the most devastatingly handsome, terrifyingly imposing man she had ever laid eyes upon. He was dressed in open black robes, exposing a flawless, heavily muscled chest that radiated an overwhelming, scorching Yang heat.

But what made Lin Wanyue’s blood run cold was the scene surrounding him.

Kneeling by the man’s feet, completely naked and entirely unashamed, was Shen Mengqi, the legendary Fairy of the Silver Gale. Her voluptuous body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and she was pressing her luscious lips against the man’s muscular thigh with absolute, desperate devotion. Standing to his left and right were two other breathtaking beauties—Hua Yimei and Shangguan Wan’er—both radiating the terrifying, suffocating pressure of Half-Step Nascent Soul experts.

And discarded behind the boulder like a sack of unwanted garbage, tightly bound and gagged with a cloth, was her eldest son, Hai Ming. The boy’s face was bruised, swollen, and stained with dried blood, his eyes wide with pathetic, weeping terror as he looked at his mother.

“Ming’er!” Lin Wanyue cried out, taking a step forward, her massive breasts heaving violently.

“I suggest you remain exactly where you are, City Lord’s wife,” Wang Jian commanded, his voice devoid of any warmth, cutting through the sound of the crashing waves. He didn’t even bother to stand up. He casually poured himself a cup of spirit wine.

Lin Wanyue forced herself to stop, her hands clenching into tight fists. She glared at Wang Jian, her Middle-Stage Core Formation aura flaring defensively. “I came entirely alone, exactly as you demanded. I brought no guards, and I triggered no alarms. My husband knows absolutely nothing of this. Now, release my son, you demonic bastard. If you want spirit stones, name your price.”

Wang Jian chuckled, a dark, vibrating sound that seemed to mock the very heavens. He took a sip of his wine.

“I have absolutely no use for your husband’s pocket change, Lin Wanyue,” Wang Jian stated, his abyssal eyes scanning her voluptuous curves with blatant, devouring lust. “And as for the Blood Contract Curse woven into your son’s transmission… you kept your end of the bargain. You came alone. Therefore, the curse shall remain dormant. I will not detonate your pathetic boy’s soul.”

Lin Wanyue let out a microscopic breath of relief, though her muscles remained coiled tighter than a compressed spring. “Then what is the meaning of this? Why have you trapped us?”

“Because I am a man who appreciates a good game,” Wang Jian smiled, swirling the wine in his cup. “I am going to give you a genuine, legitimate chance to save your son and walk away from this island with your dignity intact. I will not use the curse to prevent you from fighting. If you possess the capability to take your boy and break through this spatial lockdown, I will not pursue you. I will consider it your own profound capability.”

Lin Wanyue’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What are your terms?”

Wang Jian gestured casually toward the stunning, azure-robed master alchemist standing to his right. “You will fight a single duel against one of my women. A one-on-one battle of martial prowess. If you defeat her, you may take Hai Ming and leave. If you lose…”

Wang Jian’s smile widened, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth. “If you lose, you will remain here, and you will become my dedicated, obedient slut. I will thoroughly enjoy your exceptionally thick, voluptuous body until I tire of you.”

Lin Wanyue felt a wave of profound, burning humiliation and righteous fury wash over her. To be spoken to in such a vulgar, degrading manner, treated as nothing more than a fleshy prize to be fucked, was an insult that demanded blood. She looked at the woman Wang Jian had chosen.

Mu Lianhua stepped forward, gracefully descending from the boulder. She moved with a seductive, confident sway, her azure robes clinging tightly to her massive, bubbly cleavage and her curvy hips.

“I am Mu Lianhua,” the master alchemist introduced herself, her voice dripping with arrogant mockery. She summoned a terrifying, emerald-green flame into the palm of her hand. “I shall be your opponent tonight, Madam Lin. I suggest you surrender now. It will save my Master the trouble of healing your broken bones before he spreads your legs.”

Lin Wanyue gritted her teeth, her maternal desperation completely overriding her fear of the Half-Step Nascent Soul aura radiating from her opponent. She was a Middle-Stage Core Formation expert, but she was the wife of the City Lord. She possessed an arsenal of high-tier artifacts, pills, and mobile arrays that could bridge the gap in raw cultivation.

“You underestimate the foundation of the City Lord’s estate, you arrogant whore,” Lin Wanyue hissed.

She did not hesitate. In a life-and-death battle against a superior cultivator, seizing the absolute initiative was paramount.

Lin Wanyue’s hands blurred into a series of incredibly complex, ancient hand seals. With a sharp flick of her wrists, four glowing, sapphire-blue jade pillars shot out from her spatial ring. They embedded themselves deeply into the rocky terrain at the four cardinal points surrounding the clearing.

“Four-Seas Suppressing Array! Activate!” Lin Wanyue chanted, her voice ringing with martial authority.

The jade pillars erupted with blinding blue light. In an instant, the ambient spiritual energy of the island was violently forcefully converted into an overwhelming, crushing domain of heavy water-qi. The air itself became thick, suffocating, and incredibly dense, weighing down upon Mu Lianhua like the physical pressure of the abyssal ocean floor. This was a high-tier mobile array crafted personally by City Lord Hai Kuo, designed entirely to suppress an opponent’s speed and suffocate their fire-based techniques.

Wang Jian sat on the boulder, completely unaffected by the array, watching the spectacle with great relish. He casually rested his hand on Shen Mengqi’s head, entirely enjoying the show.

Mu Lianhua stood within the crushing pressure of the Four-Seas Suppressing Array, her azure robes plastered against her voluptuous body. She didn’t look panicked; she merely looked annoyed.

“A parlor trick,” Mu Lianhua sneered.

She slammed her palms together. The emerald-green flame in her hand violently expanded, engulfing her entire body in a raging inferno.

“Emerald Lotus Flame Art: Blooming Inferno!”

The profound, alchemical fire possessed a terrifying, incinerating heat that completely defied the standard elemental suppression of water. The heavy, crushing water-qi surrounding Mu Lianhua immediately began to boil, hiss, and violently evaporate into massive clouds of scalding steam. The immense pressure of the array was violently pushed back by the sheer, unadulterated thermal expansion of the Emerald Lotus Flame.

Lin Wanyue didn’t wait to see her array fail. She reached into the air, and a stunning, translucent blue longsword materialized in her grasp. The blade seemed to be forged from condensed ocean currents, constantly shifting and flowing.

“Azure Tides Heavenly Sword!” Lin Wanyue declared. She channeled her maximum Core Formation Qi into the weapon.

She lunged forward, her body moving with the fluid, unstoppable momentum of a tidal wave. She swung the sword in a massive, horizontal arc.

“Azure Tides Heavenly Art: Severing the Great Leviathan!”

A colossal, crescent-shaped blade of highly condensed, razor-sharp water erupted from her sword. It tore through the scalding steam, carrying enough kinetic force to effortlessly cleave a small mountain in half, aiming directly for Mu Lianhua’s neck.

Mu Lianhua’s eyes flashed with a lethal, competitive glint. She didn’t attempt to dodge. She raised her right hand, her massive breasts heaving as she summoned her primary Magic Treasure from her spiritual sea.

A massive, three-legged bronze cauldron materialized in front of her. The Myriad Beast Fire Cauldron was covered in intricate, ancient carvings of mythical beasts burning in eternal flames.

“Heaven-Incinerating Cauldron Strike!” Mu Lianhua commanded.

She struck the side of the massive bronze cauldron with an open palm. The heavy artifact shot forward like a fired cannonball, engulfed entirely in the roaring Emerald Lotus Flame.

The crescent blade of condensed water collided violently with the blazing bronze cauldron.

BOOOOOOM!

The collision generated a catastrophic shockwave of competing elemental energies. The sheer kinetic force of the cauldron shattered the water blade into a million harmless droplets, while the overwhelming heat instantly vaporized the fragments. The shockwave tore across the clearing, carving deep, jagged trenches into the obsidian rock.

Lin Wanyue was forced to slide backward, her boots grinding against the stone, utilizing the momentum of her Azure Tides Heavenly Art to disperse the residual kinetic force.

“Is that all the City Lord’s wife can muster?” Mu Lianhua taunted, recalling her cauldron to hover menacingly above her head. “You rely entirely on your husband’s trinkets. Your own foundation is pitifully weak.”

“I will wash your filthy mouth out with your own blood!” Lin Wanyue roared, her aristocratic composure completely shattering under the desperate need to save her son.

She slapped her spatial ring again, retrieving three glowing, silver talismans. She infused them with her Qi and hurled them into the sky above Mu Lianhua.

“Thousand-Layered Frost Mirror!”

The talismans detonated, expanding into massive, interlocking mirrors of profound, absolute zero ice that completely blotted out the moonlight. The mirrors immediately began to reflect and infinitely multiply any light and energy trapped beneath them, creating a suffocating, disorienting labyrinth of blinding reflections.

“Now fall! Nine-Heavens Waterfall Palm!” Lin Wanyue screamed, thrusting both of her palms upward toward the mirrors.

The heavy water-qi from the Four-Seas Suppressing Array was instantly drawn upward, freezing as it passed through the Thousand-Layered Frost Mirror. In the span of a single breath, a colossal, terrifyingly dense pillar of freezing, highly pressurized water and jagged ice shards descended from the sky, crashing down upon Mu Lianhua with the devastating weight of a collapsing waterfall.

Wang Jian leaned forward slightly, his starlit eyes tracking the flow of Qi. The combination of the mobile array, the talismans, and the high-tier martial art was a brilliantly executed, highly synergistic attack. Lin Wanyue was a seasoned combatant, fighting with the fierce, absolute desperation of a cornered mother.

But sheer desperation could not bridge the chasm of raw cultivation realms.

Trapped beneath the crushing, freezing weight of the Nine-Heavens Waterfall Palm, Mu Lianhua did not panic. She looked up at the descending annihilation, her lips curling into a cruel, arrogant smile.

“You truly understand nothing of the Half-Step Nascent Soul realm,” Mu Lianhua stated, her voice echoing perfectly clear despite the roaring waterfall.

She placed both hands against the side of her Myriad Beast Fire Cauldron. She didn’t just channel her Qi; she ignited her very life essence, drawing upon the terrifying, pure Yang energy Wang Jian had pumped into her womb over the past week.

“Scorching Sun Pillar! Eradicate!”

A beam of pure, blinding, concentrated white-hot fire erupted directly upward from the mouth of the bronze cauldron. It was not a scattered flame; it was a highly focused, absolutely devastating pillar of thermal annihilation.

The Scorching Sun Pillar collided head-on with the descending Nine-Heavens Waterfall Palm.

There was no explosion. There was only the terrifying, deafening hiss of absolute vaporization. The immense, freezing waterfall was instantly, violently converted into superheated steam the very millisecond it touched the white-hot pillar. The beam of fire tore straight through the center of the waterfall, struck the Thousand-Layered Frost Mirror above, and instantly shattered the high-tier talismans into useless, melting slag.

The sudden, catastrophic shift in temperature caused the heavy water-qi of the Four-Seas Suppressing Array to completely destabilize. The four sapphire jade pillars surrounding the clearing cracked violently, their internal runic matrices overloaded by the extreme thermal shock, before exploding into useless blue dust.

Lin Wanyue stumbled backward, coughing violently as the backlash of her destroyed array and shattered talismans wreaked havoc on her meridians. She looked up, her beautiful face pale with sheer, unadulterated horror.

Her ultimate, perfectly synchronized combination attack had been effortlessly, casually obliterated by absolute, overwhelming raw power.

Mu Lianhua stood amidst the swirling clouds of steam, completely unharmed, her Myriad Beast Fire Cauldron glowing white-hot above her. She looked like a descending goddess of fire, her massive breasts heaving with exertion, her eyes burning with sadistic intent.

“It is time to end this pathetic dance, Madam Lin,” Mu Lianhua declared, raising her hand. “Master is waiting to claim his prize.”

Lin Wanyue looked at her terrified, bound son, Hai Ming, whimpering behind the boulder. She looked at the terrifying demonic overlord watching her with hungry, devouring eyes. The reality of her impending capture and the absolute, degrading humiliation that awaited her crashed down upon her mind.

“No… I will not surrender my son to demons!” Lin Wanyue screamed, her voice cracking with pure, hysterical desperation.

She abandoned all thoughts of defense. She reached into her robes and pulled out a single, terrifyingly potent crimson pill—the Blood-Boiling Ocean Pill. It was a forbidden, highly toxic concoction that forcefully extracted every single drop of latent vitality from a cultivator’s bloodline, offering a massive, temporary surge in power at the cost of severely, permanently crippling their future potential.

She swallowed it without a second of hesitation.

Instantly, Lin Wanyue’s body violently convulsed. Her skin turned a deep, flushed red, the veins in her neck and temples bulging grotesquely. Her Middle-Stage Core Formation aura exploded outward, violently tearing through the air, forcefully escalating until it scraped the very bottom edges of the Half-Step Nascent Soul Realm.

Simultaneously, she slapped her chest, activating the absolute, final trump card gifted to her by her powerful husband.

A flawless, perfectly spherical pearl the size of a fist erupted from her robes. The Oceanic Pearl Shield, a top-tier defensive Magic Treasure designed to withstand the full-power strike of a Peak Core Formation expert. The pearl dissolved into a thick, swirling, completely impenetrable barrier of highly condensed deep-sea profound water that enveloped her entirely.

Empowered by the forbidden pill and protected by the ultimate shield, Lin Wanyue gripped her Azure Tides Heavenly Sword with both hands, raising it high above her head.

“Die! Tidal Annihilation Slash!”

She poured one hundred percent of her artificially inflated, blood-boiling Qi into the blade. The sword elongated into a massive, fifty-foot blade of roaring, churning, dark blue ocean water. She brought it down with the absolute, singular intent of cleaving Mu Lianhua into a thousand pieces.

Wang Jian finally sat up slightly, his starlit eyes tracking the immense, desperate attack. The sheer power output was impressive for a desperate mother willing to burn her own life to ash.

But Mu Lianhua merely laughed.

“You burn your blood for nothing,” the master alchemist sneered.

Mu Lianhua did not dodge. She expanded her Myriad Beast Fire Cauldron until it was the size of a small house.

“Heaven-Incinerating Cauldron Strike: Absolute Confinement!”

The colossal bronze cauldron met the descending fifty-foot blade of ocean water. The impact shook the very foundations of the island. But this time, the cauldron did not just block the attack. The mouth of the cauldron opened, generating a terrifying, inescapable vortex of suction.

The Tidal Annihilation Slash was violently, forcefully drawn directly into the burning belly of the cauldron, the immense water-qi instantly vaporized and converted into raw fuel for the alchemical flames.

Before Lin Wanyue could recover from the recoil of her ultimate attack being swallowed whole, Mu Lianhua struck.

“Lotus-Fire Binding Chains!”

From the roaring mouth of the cauldron, six massive, incredibly thick chains forged entirely from the Emerald Lotus Flame shot forward like striking vipers.

They slammed into the Oceanic Pearl Shield surrounding Lin Wanyue. The deep-sea profound water hissed and boiled furiously. For three agonizing seconds, the shield held. But the Emerald Lotus Flame was fueled by a Half-Step Nascent Soul expert and the devoured energy of Lin Wanyue’s own attack.

With a deafening CRACK, the flawless pearl embedded in the center of the shield violently shattered. The impenetrable barrier of profound water instantly collapsed.

The six flaming chains surged forward, wrapping brutally, tightly around Lin Wanyue’s wrists, ankles, and waist. The incinerating heat immediately began to sear her elegant purple silk robes, burning through the fabric to singe her flawless skin.

“Ahhhhh!” Lin Wanyue shrieked in absolute agony, her Azure Tides Heavenly Sword dropping from her nerveless fingers, clattering uselessly against the stone.

The flaming chains contracted, violently lifting the City Lord’s wife entirely off the ground, suspending her spread-eagled in the air. The intense, alchemical fire surged directly into her pathways, ruthlessly, instantly sealing her major meridians and entirely suppressing the chaotic, burning energy of the Blood-Boiling Ocean Pill.

The battle was over. The desperate mother had been completely, utterly crushed.

Wang Jian slowly stood up from the boulder, clapping his large hands together in a slow, mocking, entirely condescending applause. The sound echoed loudly across the silent, smoke-filled clearing.

“A truly spectacular performance, Lianhua,” Wang Jian praised, a dark, victorious smile spreading across his handsome face. “You dealt with her pathetic little toys flawlessly.”

“Thank you, Master,” Mu Lianhua bowed deeply, the massive bronze cauldron shrinking back into her spiritual sea. She snapped her fingers, and the flaming chains dragged the suspended, weeping, completely defeated City Lord’s wife directly over to Wang Jian, depositing her roughly onto her hands and knees at his feet.

Lin Wanyue gasped for breath, her voluptuous body trembling violently from the intense pain of the burns, the crippling backlash of the forbidden pill, and the sheer, mind-shattering terror of her complete subjugation. Her elegant purple robes were torn and scorched, completely failing to cover her massive, heavy breasts that heaved desperately against the stone, the deep canyon of her cleavage explicitly visible.

She looked up at Wang Jian, tears streaming down her soot-stained cheeks.

“Please…” Lin Wanyue sobbed, her aristocratic pride entirely broken. “I lost. You have me. I will do whatever you want. But please… you promised. Let my son go.”

Wang Jian looked down at the exceptionally curvy, thick, mature beauty currently begging at his feet. He reached out, his large, calloused hand gripping her by her elegant jaw, forcing her to look directly into his abyssal, terrifying eyes.

“I promised that if you defeated my champion, you could take your son,” Wang Jian stated coldly, his voice devoid of a single shred of mercy. “You lost. Therefore, both you and your pathetic spawn belong entirely to me. You have absolutely no right to negotiate.”

He released her jaw and turned to Hua Yimei and Shangguan Wan’er.

“Secure the boy,” Wang Jian commanded, gesturing to the whimpering Hai Ming. “And prepare the cavern. I am going to thoroughly, absolutely enjoy my new prize.”

Wang Jian didn’t wait for a response. He reached down, grabbing the thick, silk collar of Lin Wanyue’s ruined robes, and effortlessly hauled her voluptuous, exceptionally heavy body entirely off the ground. He slung her over his broad, muscular shoulder like a captured sack of grain.

“No! Let me go! Ming’er!” Lin Wanyue shrieked, thrashing her wide, curvy hips uselessly against his solid back, her massive breasts bouncing violently against his shoulder blades.

Wang Jian ignored her screams. With a casual wave of his right hand, a massive, dense surge of Stellar Demonic Qi shot out, striking the sheer rock face of a nearby cliff. The raw, terrifying kinetic force effortlessly bored a deep, perfectly smooth immortal cave directly into the solid obsidian stone.

He strode purposefully into the dark, freshly carved cavern, carrying his struggling, weeping prize into the abyss.

Once inside the deep, secluded chamber of the immortal cave, Wang Jian unceremoniously threw Lin Wanyue down onto a flat, smooth stone slab he had carved from the floor.

Lin Wanyue bounced slightly on the hard rock. She immediately tried to scramble backward, her eyes wide with unadulterated terror, her hands uselessly attempting to cover the massive, heavy globes of her breasts exposed by the scorched silk.

“Stay still, slut,” Wang Jian growled.

He didn’t bother with gentle seduction. He grabbed the front of her ruined purple robes and violently, completely tore them apart. The expensive silk shredded loudly, exposing her flawless, incredibly voluptuous, thick hourglass figure entirely to the cool air of the cavern.

She wore only a thin, translucent white silk dudou beneath, which completely failed to contain the sheer, massive volume of her heavy breasts, the tight, dark pink peaks of her nipples clearly visible through the damp fabric.

Wang Jian reached out, his large hands aggressively, bruisingly grabbing her massive breasts right through the thin silk. He squeezed the abundant, soft flesh with relentless, dominating force, his thumbs roughly pinching and twisting her sensitive nipples.

“Ahhh! Stop! Please!” Lin Wanyue shrieked, tossing her head from side to side, her incredibly wide, curvy hips writhing on the cold stone.

“I am going to break every single ounce of your aristocratic pride, City Lord’s wife,” Wang Jian trash-talked, his dark voice vibrating with pure, demonic lust. “I am going to completely ruin this exceptionally thick, beautiful body. You are nothing but a fleshy vessel for my cock.”

He effortlessly ripped the remaining silk from her body, entirely exposing her bare, curvy, plump buttocks and her dripping, terrified pussy.

He positioned himself between her thick, trembling thighs. He didn’t offer any preparation. He gripped her wide hips with bruising strength and forcefully, violently drove his massive, fully rigid, heavily veined dick completely into her tight, slick passage in one brutal, relentless strike.

“AGHHHHHHH!” Lin Wanyue screamed, a sound of pure, absolute shock and intense physical invasion, her spine bowing backward violently off the stone slab.

Wang Jian began to brutally, relentlessly pound her pussy right there on the hard rock. His hips snapped forward with devastating kinetic force, the incredibly loud, wet slapping sounds of his pelvis colliding with her plump buttocks echoing like thunder throughout the enclosed immortal cave.

SLAP! SQUELCH! SLAP! SQUELCH!

For the entire day and straight into the long, dark night, Wang Jian fucked her with the absolute, terrifying stamina of a demonic god. He showed her absolutely no mercy. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, taking her from behind, aggressively grabbing her long dark hair to force her face against the cold stone while he pounded her thick, curvy hips. He pulled her onto his lap, forcing her to ride his massive shaft, his hands mercilessly abusing her massive, bouncing breasts.

As the hours dragged on, the agonizing, invasive pain began to inevitably, terrifyingly shift. The sheer, overwhelming friction of his thick dick aggressively stretching her inner walls, combined with the incredibly potent, highly addictive Stellar Demonic Yang Qi flooding her sealed meridians, began to completely scramble her mind.

Lin Wanyue’s perspective, her very identity as a noble wife and mother, began to shatter under the relentless physical ecstasy.

‘Why… why does it feel so overwhelmingly good?’ Lin Wanyue thought through the hazy, mind-melting fog of continuous orgasms. ‘He is a monster… he kidnapped my son… but his cock… it is filling me completely. It is burning away my thoughts.’

She felt a profound, horrifying realization sinking into her broken soul. Due to this intense, endless physical pleasure, and the sheer, absolute, terrifying way this demonic man was dominating her so completely, she could feel her voluptuous body inevitably submitting to him. Deep down, stripped of her titles and her arrays, her primal essence felt that as a woman, this absolute surrender to supreme power was exactly what she must do.

Her screams of terror seamlessly morphed into breathless, high-pitched, desperate moans of pure, unadulterated lust. Her inner vaginal walls involuntarily, greedily clamped down on his thick shaft, rhythmically milking him with every deep, bruising thrust, her body actively begging for his Yang energy.

“Yes… Master… Ahhn! Pound my womb!” Lin Wanyue babbled incoherently, tears of intense, masochistic joy streaming down her face, her mind completely melting into a puddle of devotion.

“You love it, don’t you, my thick, beautiful slut,” Wang Jian mocked, leaning forward to aggressively bite her neck, leaving deep, purple bruises on her flawless skin. “Your body was made entirely for me to enjoy.”

As the first rays of dawn began to filter into the cave entrance, Wang Jian decided it was time to deliver the final, absolute psychological blow to completely, permanently shatter her remaining Dao Heart.

He slowed his brutal thrusts, keeping his massive dick buried deep within her throbbing core. He looked down at her completely ruined, exhausted face.

“Your husband, Hai Kuo,” Wang Jian began, his voice a low, calculating whisper. “He doesn’t possess the resources for the Heart Demon Trial yet, does he? He is desperately searching for them.”

Lin Wanyue gasped, her eyes widening slightly through the haze of lust. “How… how do you know that? Yes… Ahhn! Master, he is gathering materials. He recently purchased abyssal deep-sea iron to upgrade his Lifebound Magic Treasure into a Spirit Treasure fit for the Nascent Soul Realm… He has a map to a hidden ruin…”

“I will take all of it,” Wang Jian stated calmly, absorbing the valuable intelligence. “But first, we need to address the lingering attachment you have to your previous life. Your pathetic, cowardly son.”

Lin Wanyue’s body tensed instantly. The mention of Hai Ming briefly cut through the fog of sexual submission. “Ming’er… please, Master, you promised not to kill him…”

“I haven’t touched a hair on his head since the battle,” Wang Jian chuckled darkly. He reached up, his fingers casually brushing her sweat-drenched hair. “But I need you to completely understand the truth about the boy you risked your life to save. Your son is a worthless, pathetic piece of trash. He betrayed you easily, instantly, just to save his own miserable life. He practically begged me to use the communication talisman to lure you here into my trap.”

“No… he was terrified… he didn’t know…” Lin Wanyue whimpered, desperately trying to defend the memory of her child.

“Oh, he is far worse than just a coward, Wanyue,” Wang Jian sneered, his voice dripping with venomous amusement.

Wang Jian snapped his fingers.

The heavy, sound-dampening barrier he had erected directly at the entrance of the inner chamber flickered and dissolved completely.

The silence of the cave was instantly replaced by the clear, unmistakable sounds echoing from the small, adjoining outer vestibule just beyond the stone archway.

Wang Jian had explicitly ordered Shangguan Wan’er to bind Hai Ming and place him exactly there. The boy was securely tied, blindfolded, and gagged in a way that permitted him to breathe and make muffled noises, but prevented him from seeing anything. He was placed in a specific spot where he could not see into the inner chamber, but he could hear absolutely everything.

For the entire day and the entire night, Hai Ming had been forced to listen to the incredibly loud, explicit, and intensely erotic sounds of his own beautiful mother being violently, relentlessly fucked by the demonic overlord. He had heard her initial screams of terror slowly, inevitably shift into desperate, breathy moans of absolute, begging lust. He had heard the wet slapping of flesh, the squelching of the penetration, and her continuous, shattering orgasms.

And now, as the sound barrier dropped, the noises coming from Hai Ming in the outer chamber were completely, undeniably clear.

It was not the sound of a son weeping for his mother’s defilement. It was the sound of heavy, rapid, highly erratic panting. It was accompanied by the distinct, unmistakable, rhythmic sound of frantic shuffling and fabric rubbing against stone.

Hai Ming, listening to his mother’s incredibly sexy, lustful moans, was completely, intensely aroused. He was whimpering like a dog in heat, frantically, desperately masturbating against the hard stone floor, completely captivated by the auditory reality of his mother becoming a whore.

Lin Wanyue lay completely frozen beneath Wang Jian, her breath hitching in her throat. Her incredibly sharp, Middle-Stage Core Formation hearing picked up every single nuance of the disgusting, depraved activity occurring just a few yards away.

She realized exactly what her son was doing.

The very foundation of her maternal love, the righteous pillar of her Dao Heart that had driven her to burn her own bloodline to save him, completely, catastrophically shattered into a million irreparable pieces. The boy she had sacrificed everything for was currently getting off to the sound of her rape.

“Listen to him, Wanyue,” Wang Jian whispered directly into her ear, his massive dick completely motionless inside her, letting the silence amplify the disgusting sounds from the outer chamber. “Listen to your precious son. He isn’t plotting to save you. He isn’t weeping for your honor. He is jerking off to the sound of you begging for my cock. That is the trash you threw your life away for.”

A low, broken, entirely soulless keen escaped Lin Wanyue’s lips. The absolute, mind-shattering betrayal completely broke whatever tiny, lingering shred of aristocratic pride or maternal dignity remained within her soul. The psychological destruction was absolute and flawless.

She closed her eyes, tears streaming continuously down her cheeks, washing away the last remnants of the City Lord’s noble wife.

“You are right, Master,” Lin Wanyue whispered, her voice devoid of everything except total, absolute submission. She reached her arms up, wrapping them tightly around Wang Jian’s broad, muscular shoulders, pulling his heavy chest down against her massive, soft breasts. “He is trash. My past is trash. I am nothing but your dedicated, obedient slut. Please… make me forget everything. Fuck me, Master. Fuck me until I can’t think anymore.”

Wang Jian smiled, a dark, victorious smirk of pure, unadulterated triumph. He had successfully, flawlessly conquered the body and the mind of the City Lord’s wife.

He gripped her wide, curvy hips and began to brutally, relentlessly pound her completely broken, dripping pussy once more, his thrusts echoing loudly through the cavern, perfectly synchronized with the pathetic, whimpering sounds of the worthless son listening from the shadows.