Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Unbeknownst to Lady Zhuoran, Wang Jian, driven by a clandestine desire, ventured back to his own tent, issuing a command for a maid to summon Bixi Shuyan.

As Bixi Shuyan cautiously entered his domain, her nerves palpable, she could sense the underlying purpose of Wang Jianʼs summons.

With a deep breath, she summoned her courage and stepped further into his tent, her heart racing with both trepidation and a flicker of curiosity.

Within the confines of the tent, the atmosphere thickened with an ominous energy. Clothes cascaded to the floor, revealing their bare forms, vulnerable and exposed.

In a moment devoid of tenderness or empathy, Wang Jian unleashed the depths of his sinister nature.

Like a predator pouncing on its prey, he lunged at Bixi Shuyan, his eyes ablaze with depravity and ruthlessness.

His actions were fueled by an insatiable hunger, as he relentlessly thrust himself upon her, their bodies entangled in a dance of dominance and submission.

With a firm grip on her silver tails, he tugged possessively, exerting his control over her.

In this dark symphony of desire, Bixi Shuyan found herself caught between pain and pleasure, her moans mingling with the air.

Each thrust from Wang Jianʼs forceful advances sparked within her a twisted pleasure, a contradiction that twisted her emotions further.

As the intensity escalated, her surrender became complete, succumbing to the twisted pleasure that enveloped her being.

As the hands of time spun their intricate dance, the hours slipped away unnoticed until the mystical hour of midnight enveloped the world in its clandestine embrace.

Bathed in the silver glow of the moon, Lady Zhuoran moved towards Wang Jianʼs tent. It wasnʼt until she entered the tent that she came across a shocking sight.

Lady Zhuoran stood frozen, her senses assailed by the raw intensity of the scene before her. Her eyes widened, attempting to process the surreal sight that unfolded in the dimly lit chamber.

The air grew heavy with a mix of disbelief, anger, and a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions she struggled to contain.

There, on the bed, lay her daughter, Bixi Shuyan, bared and vulnerable, entangled in the throes of a passion that defied reason.

Wang Jian, his countenance twisted into a sinister grin, ravished her with a ruthless fervor, plunging her into a realm of ecstasy tainted by the shadows of their forbidden desire.

Bixi Shuyan, lost in the tempest of pleasure, saw her mother and was extremely scared but she was powerless to halt the avalanche of sensations that consumed her. A final crescendo of pleasure coursed through her body, causing her to release a primal moan that mingled with the charged atmosphere of the room.

Wang Jian, the orchestrator of this dark scenario, reveled in his debauched conquest. His eyes met Lady Zhuoranʼs, an insidious glint shimmering within them. He relished the torment that etched itself upon her features.