Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 933: Sect Mistress Lianhua’s Request

The atmosphere in the small, rented courtyard was thick, heavy with a scent that was part incense, part lust, and part the musky aftermath of conquest. The sunlight filtering through the lattice windows did little to dispel the intimate, twisted dynamic that had settled over the room like a fog.

Sect Mistress Lianhua sat perched on Wang Jian’s lap, her back pressed flush against his chest. She was no longer the regal, robed figure of authority who had commanded thousands.

She was wearing her new ”uniform,” a scandalous, shimmering two-piece bikini made of the finest, most diaphanous silk. It was a garment fit for a mortal dancer in a pleasure house, not a cultivation master.

The top was barely a strip of fabric, straining to contain the sheer, overwhelming mass of her breasts, leaving the deep valley of her cleavage and the soft under-curves completely exposed.

The bottom was even more daring, a tiny triangle of silk that clung to her hips with thin strings, leaving her long, smooth legs and her vast, creamy midriff completely bare to the air and to his touch.

It was a stark, humiliating contrast to her former sect robes, a physical manifestation of her new reality.

Wang Jian’s hands were busy. They snaked around her slim waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh before moving up to knead her breasts aggressively. He squeezed the heavy globes, his thumbs finding her nipples through the thin silk, teasing them into hard points.

”Mmm... Jian...” Sect Mistress Lianhua gasped, her head falling back onto his shoulder.

He kissed her neck, his lips hot and demanding, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Every breath she took, every small movement, caused her curvaceous, heavy buttocks to grind against the rock-hard ridge of his erection beneath her.

Liu Ruyan sat nearby on a cushion, completely unbothered by the brazen display. In fact, a small, satisfied smile played on her lips as she watched her Master being handled like a favorite pet. She had a large map spread out on the low table before her.

”According to the intelligence from Senior Sister Bai,” Liu Ruyan began, her voice calm and professional, a stark contrast to the heavy breathing coming from the pair on the bed, ”Fu Yan has consolidated his defenses. But he is paranoid.”

She pointed to the outer ring of the sect map. ”He has placed the Azure Sword Clan and the Silent Puppet Guild members exclusively on the outer perimeter. He doesn’t trust them near the core. He fears they might turn on him if they see the true wealth of the sect.”

”Smart of him,” Wang Jian murmured against Sect Mistress Lianhua’s ear, nipping the lobe. ”And the core?”

”The central peak,” Liu Ruyan continued, tapping the center of the map, ”where the legacies, the main vault, and the medicinal garden are located... that is guarded exclusively by his own elite disciples and the few elders who defected to him. He’s keeping the family silver close.”

Sect Mistress Lianhua, despite the distracting sensations flooding her body, spoke up. Her voice was husky, breathless. ”If... if I can recover my Core Formation strength... perhaps there is a chance. I could... ah... I could sway the remaining neutral elders. Appeal to their honor. Their history. We could... retake the sect by force.”

Wang Jian scoffed, a harsh sound against her skin. He bit her earlobe, hard enough to sting. ”Impossible. You’re dreaming, Lianhua.”

”But...”

”Fu Yan has the Azure Sword Clan,” Wang Jian interrupted, his voice cold and pragmatic. ”He has the Puppet Guild. He has array formations we haven’t even seen yet, probably traps laid on top of traps. Even if you were at your peak right now, we’d be three against an army. A frontal assault is suicide. It’s stupid.”

He squeezed her breast hard, punishing her naivety. ”We aren’t heroes in a storybook. We are outmatched.”

”Then... what?” Sect Mistress Lianhua whispered, leaning back into him, accepting his chastisement. ”Do we just... leave it?”

”Taking control isn’t the only way to win, Lianhua,” Wang Jian murmured, his hands sliding down to her stomach, his fingers tracing the line of her bikini bottom. ”Sometimes... ruining something so your enemy can’t have it is just as good. Better, even.”

He paused, posing a question. ”Tell me. What makes the Crimson Pill Sect a sect? Is it the mountain? The stone buildings? The fancy gates?”