Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 782: Sex With Queen Of Spain In King’s Chamber While King Is Sleeping

The following night descended upon the royal palace with a quiet sense of foreboding. The luxurious corridors were bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, casting long, flickering shadows on the polished marble floors. In the opulent halls of power, all was calm-save for one room where a dark, sinful act was about to unfold.

Wang Jian stood silently outside the grand chamber of the King of Spain, his sharp gaze fixed on the ornate double doors that loomed before him. He could feel the pulse of excitement quickening in his veins as the thrill of his next conquest took root in his mind. The plan he had concocted was audacious, depraved, and filled with an intoxicating sense of power.

He was not alone in this endeavor, for Lady Sofía, the Queen of Spain, stood at his side, her eyes wide with both fear and anticipation. She was no longer the haughty noblewoman she had once been. After last night’s submission, her spirit had been broken in ways she never thought possible. Her mind was clouded by the memory of her surrender to Wang Jian, and deep down, she knew that there was no escaping the control he now wielded over her.

Sofía’s body trembled slightly as she stood there, her heart racing in her chest. She wore a sheer nightgown that clung to every curve of her voluptuous body, its transparency leaving little to the imagination. She had become a slave to Wang Jian’s desires, and now she was about to commit an unforgivable act-one that would seal her fate forever.

Wang Jian turned to her, his gaze cold and calculating, yet laced with desire. His voice was low and commanding as he spoke. “You know what we’re about to do, Sofía. There’s no turning back.”

Sofía swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper as she replied, “Yes… I know.”

Without another word, Wang Jian pushed open the doors to the King’s chamber. The room beyond was vast and lavish, befitting a monarch. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, and a massive canopy bed dominated the center of the room, draped in velvet curtains of deep crimson. And there, lying peacefully in the bed, was the King himself-oblivious to the treachery that was about to unfold under his very nose.

The King’s breathing was slow and even, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He had been given a powerful concoction earlier that night, a combination of potent drugs that ensured he would remain in a deep, dreamless sleep until dawn. There was no chance he would awaken, no matter what transpired in the room around him.

Wang Jian smirked as he looked down at the slumbering monarch. The very idea of what he was about to do thrilled him beyond measure. To take the Queen of Spain, right here in her husband’s bed, while the King himself lay helplessly asleep beside them-it was the ultimate display of dominance.

He glanced over at Sofía, who stood frozen at the edge of the room, her face pale and her hands trembling. Wang Jian could see the conflict in her eyes-the remnants of her loyalty to her husband battling with the insidious pull of her newfound submission to him.

With slow, deliberate steps, Wang Jian approached her, his voice low and hypnotic. “Do you feel it, Sofía? The thrill of what’s about to happen?” fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cm

Her breath hitched in her throat as he reached out, his hand brushing lightly against her cheek. She shivered under his touch, her body responding despite the fear that gripped her. “I… I don’t know if I can do this,” she whispered, her voice filled with uncertainty.

Wang Jian’s eyes darkened, his expression hardening. “You don’t have a choice,” he said simply, his voice brokering no argument. “You’re mine now. You’ll do whatever I say.”

Sofía’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at him, feeling the weight of his words pressing down on her. She knew that he was right. There was no escaping this. She had already surrendered herself to him, and now, she would be bound to his will for the rest of her life.

Wang Jian stepped closer, his body mere inches from hers as he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want you to undress,” he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. “Now.”

Sofía hesitated for only a moment before her trembling hands moved to the thin straps of her nightgown. Slowly, she slid them off her shoulders, allowing the delicate fabric to pool at her feet. She stood before him completely exposed, her voluptuous curves illuminated by the soft glow of the candlelight.

Wang Jian’s eyes roved over her body, filled with hunger and possessiveness. He reached out, pulling her roughly against him as his hands roamed over her bare skin, claiming her once again. Sofía gasped softly, her breath hitching as the familiar wave of desire crashed over her.

He led her toward the massive bed, and with a swift motion, he pushed her down onto the soft mattress. The King remained motionless beside them, his snores a faint background noise as Wang Jian climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Sofía’s legs. He wasted no time, his hands gripping her hips as he began to take her, his movements slow and deliberate.

Sofía bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape her throat. The sensation of Wang Jian inside her was overwhelming, her body responding to him with a desperate need that she couldn’t control. She closed her eyes, her mind spinning with the knowledge of what she was doing-betraying her husband, defiling his bed–but the shame only heightened her pleasure.

Wang Jian’s pace quickened, his body moving with a steady rhythm as he thrust into her. His eyes never left hers, watching her every reaction with a mix of satisfaction and cruelty. “You like this, don’t you?” he growled, his voice low and filled with dominance. “You like being fucked right here, in your husband’s bed.”

Sofía’s breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to hold back the cries of pleasure that threatened to escape her lips. She knew that she was crossing a line from which there would be no return, but in that moment, she didn’t care. All she wanted was more of him, more of the intense sensations he was giving her.

“I… I do,” she finally whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies moving together.

Wang Jian’s smile widened, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove into her with more force. “Say it louder,” he commanded, his tone filled with dark satisfaction.

Sofía’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking with his as she finally gave in. “I like it,” she moaned, her voice trembling. “I like being fucked in my husband’s bed… by you.”

Wang Jian’s eyes gleamed with triumph as he continued to ravish her, the thrill of his power over her fueling his every movement. The King remained oblivious to the betrayal taking place mere inches from him, his drug-induced sleep keeping him completely unaware.

As the pleasure built between them, Sofía’s body began to tremble uncontrollably. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of release, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her. Wang Jian sensed it too, his movements becoming more frantic as he pushed her closer to the brink.

“Come for me, Sofía,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “Come for me while your husband lies there, helpless and unaware.”

Sofía’s breath hitched, her body arching off the bed as the overwhelming waves of pleasure

finally crashed over her. She cried out, her moans filling the room as her release consumed her. Wang Jian followed soon after, his own release intense and satisfying as he claimed her

completely.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing, the weight of what they had just done settling over them like a dark cloud.

Wang Jian had no intention of leaving after their initial round with Lady Sofía, Queen of Spain. Instead, he had set his sights on pushing her limits-on breaking her utterly.

As Sofía lay panting on the bed, still trembling from the overwhelming climax she had just experienced, Wang Jian’s sharp gaze roamed over her voluptuous form with a hunger that only seemed to grow more intense. The sight of her, completely undone in her husband’s bed while the King lay in a drugged slumber beside them, fueled his desire for dominance.

But tonight wasn’t about mere satisfaction. No, it was about complete ownership-taking Lady Sofía to places she’d never imagined, until her very soul bent under the weight of his command.

“Don’t think it’s over,” Wang Jian whispered as he climbed over her, his voice dark and laced

with promise. His hands ran possessively over her soft skin, sending shivers down her spine. Sofía turned her head slightly, her gaze falling on her unconscious husband, and shame welled up inside her. Yet, the thrill of what was happening ignited something deeper, something she couldn’t deny anymore.

“Wang Jian…” she breathed, unsure if she was pleading for him to stop or continue.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke, “You’re mine now. And I’m going to take you again. And again. Until you beg for more.”

Before she could protest, his hands moved lower, firmly gripping her thighs as he positioned

himself. His movements were slow but filled with deliberate control, and as soon as he entered her, Sofía’s breath hitched. Her body reacted with a mix of pain and pleasure as he began to thrust into her once more, his pace unrelenting.

Soffa’s moans filled the chamber, her mind a haze of pleasure and shame. She had long since

lost the ability to resist him-her body betraying her at every turn. The guilt of what she was doing, right beside her sleeping husband, had long since faded into the background. Now, all she could focus on was the way Wang Jian made her feel the way he took complete control, dominating her in ways she had never imagined.

Round after round followed in quick succession, each one more intense than the last. Wang

Jian’s stamina seemed limitless, his desire for her insatiable. No matter how many times she reached her peak, he continued to push her further, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until her body was a quivering, helpless mess beneath him.

In one of the rounds, Wang Jian shifted their position, pulling Soffa up onto her knees as he positioned himself behind her. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he entered her once more, the new angle causing her to cry out in surprise. The bed creaked beneath them, the

sound of their bodies colliding filling the room as Wang Jian thrust into her with unrelenting

force.

Soffa’s fingers clutched the sheets, her back arching as wave after wave of pleasure coursed

through her. Her mind was a blur, the world around her fading as she lost herself completely

in the sensation. Wang Jian’s grip on her tightened, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“You’re mine now, Soffa,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “You’ll never belong to

anyone else.”

Soffa’s breath hitched at his words, a strange thrill shooting through her at the possessiveness in his tone. She had never been spoken to like this before-never been treated with such raw, animalistic desire. It both terrified and excited her in equal measure.

“I am…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I’m yours…”

Wang Jian’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction at her admission, and he rewarded her with a

deep, powerful thrust that made her cry out in pleasure. He continued to ravage her, his pace quickening as they neared yet another climax.

As the hours passed, their bodies moved together in a seemingly endless cycle of passion and domination. There was no rest, no reprieve-only the intoxicating pleasure that came with each new round. Soffa’s body was pushed to its limits, her mind completely overtaken by the

sheer intensity of it all. She had never imagined such a night of indulgence, where her every sense was heightened to the point of breaking.

At one point, Wang Jian pulled her onto his lap, his hands gripping her waist as he guided her movements. She rode him desperately, her body writhing against his as she sought the release that had become both her torment and her salvation. Her eyes fluttered shut, her head tilting back as a moan escaped her lips, her breasts bouncing with each frantic motion.

Wang Jian watched her closely, his dark gaze fixed on her as he reveled in the sight of her completely under his control. His hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her hips and thighs, savoring the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers.

“Tell me,” he murmured, his voice a deep, seductive whisper. “Tell me who you belong to.”

Soffa’s breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to form words, her body trembling from

the intensity of it all. “You…” she finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I belong to you…”

Wang Jian’s smile widened, his grip on her tightening as he pulled her down onto him with

more force. “Good girl,” he growled, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Now show me just how much you love being mine.”

The night dragged on, and still Wang Jian showed no signs of stopping. He took her in every position imaginable, claiming her over and over again until Soffa had completely lost track of time. The world outside the King’s chamber no longer existed for her-only the pleasure that Wang Jian gave her, the ecstasy that came with every round.

By the time the first rays of dawn began to filter through the curtains, Soffa was a broken,

trembling mess. Her body lay limp on the bed, completely spent from the hours of relentless passion. Her skin glistened with sweat, her hair tousled and damp as she tried to catch her breath. Wang Jian, on the other hand, seemed as composed as ever. He sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze lingering on her with a sense of possessive satisfaction.

“You did well,” he said, his voice calm and almost gentle now. “You’ve proven yourself to me.”

Soffa barely managed a nod, her body too weak to respond with anything more. She knew that she was his now-completely and utterly his. There was no escaping it, no denying the bond that had been forged between them through the night’s endless rounds of passion.

Wang Jian stood from the bed, adjusting his clothes with a sense of finality. He glanced at the

still-slumbering King, who remained oblivious to the betrayal that had occurred right beside him. With a satisfied smirk, Wang Jian turned his attention back to Soffa.

“Rest now,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “You’ll need your strength for tomorrow night.”

Soffa’s eyes fluttered closed, her mind too clouded by exhaustion to fully process his words. All she knew was that she had been completely and utterly conquered by Wang Jian, and that there was no turning back.

As Wang Jian slipped silently from the King’s chamber, he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense

of satisfaction. He had not only claimed the Queen of Spain, but he had done so in the very bed of the man who ruled the country. It was the ultimate display of power-a testament to his

dominance and control over everything around him.

And this was only the beginning.