Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

The force of the impact and the corrosive nature of the blood wave had caused immense, devastating damage to her elegant white robes. The heavy silk had been torn completely open in several strategic places. The front of her robe was ripped apart down to her sternum, explicitly exposing the incredibly deep, creamy cleavage of her massive, exceptionally heavy breasts to the open air. The fabric around her lower body was equally shredded, revealing the smooth, very fair, unblemished skin of her thick thighs and the elegant lines of her long legs amidst the dark gray rubble.

The extensive damage to her clothing did not make her look pitiful; instead, it achieved a profoundly erotic, devastatingly alluring visual. Her voluptuous, perfectly proportioned hourglass figure stood out starkly against the ruin, her massive breasts heaving rapidly as she gasped for air, her tight pink nipples tightening in the cold wind entering through the broken roof.

“She is entirely ripe for the taking, Master,” Shangguan Wan’er murmured from his lap. She had stopped her oral service, her pale blue eyes staring at the exposed, voluptuous body of the Palace Mistress on the screen. She felt a profound, familiar spike of wet, dripping arousal pooling between her own thighs. She knew exactly what was about to happen to that proud woman. “Her defenses are gone. Her Qi is empty. She is nothing but a beautiful, helpless bird waiting for your cage.”

‘Indeed,’ Wang Jian thought, his massive dick throbbing painfully hard against Liu Ruyan’s soft, oiled buttocks as he held her tightly against his chest, his eyes devouring the visual perfection of the ruined Ice Fairy. ‘The fruit has fallen from the tree. It is time to harvest.’

On the screen, Patriarch Nine Nether Bloodfiend descended slowly through the shattered roof, landing softly on the debris a few paces away from the fallen Palace Mistress. His dark, sunken eyes burned with an unconcealed, disgusting, and predatory lust as he stared down at her exposed, massive breasts and her bare thighs.

“I will not kill you just yet, Su Binglan,” the Patriarch laughed, a dry, rattling sound that made Hua Yimei and Liu Ruyan shudder in genuine disgust. He stepped closer, his blood-robes dragging over the ancient scrolls. “Your talent is rare, and your body is magnificent. I will chain you to the headboard of my bed in the floating palace. I will drain that pure, freezing Yin essence from those massive tits of yours every single night until you are nothing but a hollow, compliant doll serving my cultivation.”

Su Binglan glared up at him, her sapphire blue eyes burning with an absolute, unyielding, and freezing hatred that refused to be extinguished even in defeat. She bit her lip, desperately trying to summon the very last, microscopic dregs of the Grand Yin Ice Flame from her core for a final, suicidal self-detonation, preferring death over the defilement he promised.

But her body was failing her completely. Her core remained dark, silent, and empty. She was on the absolute, catastrophic brink of total defeat. Her elders were dead or dying in the courtyards outside, her ancient artifacts were reduced to shards, and her own flesh was refusing to obey her commands.

Wang Jian abruptly stood up from his plush velvet throne.

The movement was sudden and powerful, his dark, commanding aura instantly flaring outward, filling the entire luxurious cabin with an oppressive, heavy density that snapped his four beautiful sluts to absolute, rigid attention. They immediately scrambled off the throne and the furs, standing in a neat line, their eyes fixed on his towering, naked form.

Wang Jian reached down, picking up his pristine white scholarly robes from the floor. He slid into the silk garments with smooth, practiced efficiency, fastening his silver sash with a crisp, decisive snap. His obsidian hair cascaded perfectly around his handsome face, his starlit eyes gleaming with an absolute, cold, and utterly ruthless confidence.

“The play is officially over, ladies,” Wang Jian declared, a dark, predatory smile spreading across his flawless features as he panned his gaze across his elite retinue. He reached out, his hand casually, firmly gripping Shangguan Wan’er’s chin, forcing her to look up at him. “The Bloodfiend has played his part perfectly. He has broken the shell, he has drained the prize, and he has cleared the board of any annoying distractions. Now, it is time for the true master of this region to make his move.”