Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Wang Jian in his private chambers while utilizing the True Eyes.

He had noticed that Kang Huian’s loyalty was merely 30, and Han Xifeng’s loyalty was even lower and was set at 26. ｏｖ𝚕．ｃｏ𝚖

He could understand the reason behind their dwindling loyalty. They were planning to use the growing strength of their respective tribes to escape his grasp.

Wang Jian was naturally not going to allow that to happen. He had a plan, a plan that involved breaking them both, both physically and mentally.

With a flick of his wrist, he summoned the two girls to his chambers. They appeared in front of him, both dressed in maid uniforms he had designed especially for them.

The dresses were seductive, with short skirts that barely covered their thighs and tight bodices that accentuated their curves.

It was clear that the dresses were designed to be both humiliating and arousing for the two heiresses.

Kang Huian and Han Xifeng looked at each other, their faces flushed with embarrassment.

They knew what was about to happen, and they knew that they had no choice but to obey Wang Jian’s orders.

The prince’s voice was low and dangerous as he addressed them.

“I know what you two have been plotting,” he said, his eyes blazing with anger. “You think that you can escape me by growing your tribes? You are wrong. You belong to me, body and soul.”

Kang Huian and Han Xifeng hung their heads, shame written all over their faces. They knew that they had made a mistake, but they had not realized the consequences of their actions.

Wang Jian’s demeanor softened, and a small smirk appeared on his lips.

“But, perhaps, we can come to an understanding,” he said, his voice honeyed. “I am willing to forgive your transgressions on one condition.”

The two maids looked up at him, their eyes wide with hope. Perhaps there was a way out of this after all.

Wang Jian leaned closer to them, his breath hot against their skin.

“You must learn your place,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “And I will teach you. I will show you what it means to be loyal.”

With a wicked grin, Wang Jian’s eyes roamed over Kang Huian and Han Xifeng, their bodies glistening with sweat and their expressions a mix of fear and pleasure.

“You two can’t resist me, can you?” he taunted, his voice low and commanding. “No matter how much you try to fight it, your bodies crave my touch.”

Kang Huian and Han Xifeng exchanged nervous glances, their minds a haze of conflicting emotions.

But as Wang Jian approached them, they found themselves unable to resist his magnetic pull.

He reached out and grabbed Kang Huian by the hair, pulling her towards him, and she let out a small whimper.

“I-I can’t,” Kang Huian stammered, her eyes filled with desire as Wang Jian’s lips crashed onto hers in a demanding kiss.

She melted into his embrace, her body responding to his touch, her nipples hardening as he groped her breasts.

Han Xifeng watched, her breath hitching as she felt a pang of anger.

She had been through this with Wang Jian before, but seeing him with Kang Huian ignited a fierce longing within her.

She tried to suppress her desires, but her resolve crumbled as Wang Jian pushed her to the ground, delivering sharp spanks to her backside.

She moaned, her body arching into his touch despite her protests.

Wang Jian’s dominance was intoxicating, and the two women found themselves losing control of their carnal desires.

He positioned Han Xifeng on her hands and knees, thrusting into her with primal force, and she couldn’t help but gasp at the sensation.

Her body responded eagerly, her moans growing louder as he pounded into her relentlessly.

“Master, please!” Han Xifeng cried out, her eyes glazed with lust. “Harder, faster…I need more!”

Wang Jian obliged, increasing the pace of his thrusts, and Han Xifeng’s body convulsed with pleasure.

Her inhibitions vanished as she begged for his seed, her voice filled with need.

Kang Huian watched, her own body aching with desire.

She tried to resist, but her body betrayed her as Wang Jian turned his attention to her, taking her into a doggy-style position as well.

She moaned as he yanked her breasts, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her.

“P-Please, Master,” Kang Huian gasped, her voice filled with desperation. “Take me, use me as your own. I’m yours.”

Wang Jian smirked, relishing in his control over them. He pounded into Kang Huian with unrestrained force, her body yielding to him completely.

The two women’s inhibitions were shattered, and they fell deeper into depravity, their expressions twisted with pleasure as they begged for more.

This was just the start to the next dozens of rounds that Wang Jian spent with them.

In the evening, he stood up while gazing over the two women triumphantly, their bodies spent. He knew he had claimed them completely, and they were now at his mercy, obedient to his every command.

“Remember,” Wang Jian said with a sinister chuckle, “you belong to me now. Your bodies, your desires, everything. You can’t resist me, and you’ll come crawling back for more.”

Kang Huian and Han Xifeng nodded eagerly, their eyes glazed with submission.

They had fallen into a dark, carnal world with Wang Jian as their master, unable to escape the intoxicating pull he had over them.

…

After indulging in some fun with Kang Huian and Han Xifeng, Wang Jian decided it was time to have a conversation with the two women.

He didn’t seem to care that they were still naked, as he sat on the bed in the middle of them.

Their voluptuous bodies hugged him as they laid their heads on each of his shoulders.

“Now then, ladies, let’s have a little chat. I want to know why you had the foolish idea of thinking you could escape from me,” Wang Jian asked, a sly smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Han Xifeng spoke softly, her voice barely above a whisper, “We received a message from the Third Prince two days ago. He claimed to have conducted a thorough investigation on us and learned that our tribes were once esteemed clans in the Empire before they were banished to the remote Zhenguan Region.”

Wang Jian’s eyes narrowed, a sneer forming on his lips. “Is that so?” he muttered.

‘It seems that third brother Chen did not reach out to the Night Dagger Clan, or else Fen Shuying would have informed me of it.’

However, as he pondered deeply, Wang Jian soon realized the reasoning.

‘The difference in social standing between my wife, Fen Shuying, and my maids, Kang Huian, and Han Xifeng, must have been the reason why the Third Prince didn’t contact the Night Dagger Clan. He probably assumed that persuading the two would be a simpler and less risky task compared to convincing my wife. I must admit, he is quite astute in his approach.’

Kang Huian whimpered, her fear palpable. “Yes,” she murmured. “He said he would help us restore our clans’ reputation and even elevate their status to what it once was in the Empire.”

Wang Jian’s lip curled into a sneer. “And what did he want in return?” he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

“He requested that we join his faction in his campaign for the throne,” Han Xifeng replied, her voice barely audible.

Wang Jian chuckled darkly. “I see. So the Third Prince thinks he can use you to further his own ambitions. How amusing.”

“So, what did you say to him?” he asked.

“We have yet to give one,” Kang Huian replied, sensing Wang Jian’s mistrustful gaze. “We planned to contact him in a few days with our decision.”

A sly smile crept up on Wang Jian’s face as he asked, “So, what will be your response to him now?”

Han Xifeng rolled her eyes as she whispered softly, “Whatever you want it to be, milord.”

“That is a good answer,” Wang Jian responded as his smirk widened.

Wang Jian leaned forward, fixing his gaze on Han Xifeng and Kang Huian. “Here’s what we’ll do,” he said, his voice low and serious.

“You’ll send a message to my third brother, letting him know that you can’t join his faction, but you’ll offer your support within my faction.”

Kang Huian looked up, eyebrows raised. “And how should we explain why we can’t join him?”

“I have leverage over you two,” Wang Jian replied, his tone cryptic. “That’s all he needs to know.”

Han Xifeng nodded in agreement, her expression composed. “Understood, milord.”

Wang Jian placed his arms around the two, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Good,” he said. “Let’s see how my third brother reacts to that.”

“Yes, Milord,” The two women muttered at the same time.

Soon, Han Xifeng asked Wang Jian with a worried tone, “…W-will you be angry with us for a long time, master?”

Wang Jian chuckled at her question and brought his arm down from her head while caressing her waist. Her soft skin was just lovely to touch and play with.

He spoke with an amused tone, “Angry? I have never been angry at you two, my dear. In fact, I am glad that you would do this. This shows that you have thoughts, ambitions, and the courage to take risks. It shows that you have a strong personality. And I do like my women with strong personalities.”

Han Xifeng and Kang Huian seemed rather relieved to hear his words.

Kang Huian promised, “I would never think of betraying you again, master.”

Han Xifeng repeated that promise.

“Then let’s have another round to commemorate your vows.” Wang Jian spoke with a sly grin on his face.