Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist Chapter 1005: The Sea-Moon Excursion

The subterranean, highly sequestered luxury suite beneath the Isle of Whispering Petals was heavily saturated with the thick, intoxicating scent of sweat, sweet spiritual incense, and the heavy, undeniable musk of unending sexual debauchery. Five years of absolute, isolated prosperity had transformed the Fragrance Melody Sect into a hidden utopia of terrifying martial power, but within these four warded walls, the only power that mattered was the absolute, tyrannical lust of Wang Jian.

The massive, circular bed, draped in ruined, bodily-fluid-stained snow-fox furs, served as the grand stage for his carnal dominion.

Wang Jian lay back against a mountain of plush velvet pillows, his dark, heavily muscled, pristine physique gleaming under the soft, warm light of the ambient spirit lamps. He was a picture of absolute, demonic indulgence, entirely surrounded by the breathtaking, exceptionally voluptuous mature beauties who had completely surrendered their bodies, minds, and souls to his insatiable appetite.

Currently, his massive, heavily veined dick was buried to the absolute hilt inside the incredibly tight, dripping wet pussy of Hua Yimei. The mature former Sect Leader straddled his narrow waist, her incredibly thick, curvy hips grinding down against his pelvis with desperate, hungry enthusiasm. She wore nothing but a shredded, sheer crimson silk bodice that violently pushed her massive, bouncy breasts upward, explicitly exposing her heavy gold nipple rings.

"Ahhh! Master! Pound my womb! I need it so deep!" Hua Yimei shrieked, tossing her head back, her long hair whipping through the air as Wang Jian’s large hands reached up to aggressively, bruisingly knead her abundant, soft globes of flesh.

While he rode Hua Yimei’s frantic movements, Mu Lianhua, the stunning master alchemist, was positioned between his muscular legs, her beautiful face buried in his groin. She was eagerly, noisily swirling her warm, wet tongue around the base of his thick shaft and aggressively sucking his heavy, sweat-slicked balls. Her massive, heavy breasts, completely bare and glistening with aromatic massage oils, rested heavily against his shins.

Beside him on the furs knelt Shangguan Wan’er, the masochistic former merchant queen. She was dressed in an incredibly slutty, translucent black lace teddy that left her plump, curvaceous buttocks entirely bare. Wang Jian’s left hand casually, ruthlessly spanked her jiggling ass cheeks, leaving vivid red handprints on her very fair skin, causing her to let out high-pitched, breathy moans of profound, masochistic ecstasy.

"Master," Hua Yimei gasped, leaning forward, her massive breasts brushing against his chest, her eyes hazy with intense lust. "We... we have reached the absolute limit. The pills... the resources over these past five years... our cores are practically bursting with profound energy."

"It is true, my Lord," Mu Lianhua murmured, pulling her lips away from his balls with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his flesh. "Our spiritual seas can hold no more. Wan’er, Yimei, and myself... we are all hovering at the absolute peak of the Half-Step Nascent Soul Realm. We have the foundational strength. We humbly beg for your permission to enter closed-door meditation to attempt our breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Realm."

Shangguan Wan’er nodded eagerly, pressing her cheek against his bicep. "With Nascent Soul strength, we can serve your grand design even better, Master. We can conquer the inner islands for you."

Wang Jian’s dark, starlit eyes narrowed slightly. He thrust his hips violently upward, driving his massive dick so incredibly deep into Hua Yimei’s core that she screamed, her vaginal walls convulsing in a sudden, violent orgasm.

"Denied," Wang Jian commanded, his voice a low, freezing rumble that instantly shattered their hopeful anticipations.

The three mature beauties froze, their eyes widening in shock. They had expected him to be pleased by their rapid progress, a direct result of his lavish resources and potent semen.

"Master?" Shangguan Wan’er whimpered, her lower lip trembling. "Have we displeased you? Are we not worthy of ascending?"

"It has nothing to do with your worth, you foolish, greedy sluts," Wang Jian replied coldly, his fingers violently pinching Hua Yimei’s nipple rings, making her gasp sharply. He turned his gaze toward the foot of the massive bed.

Standing there in perfect, submissive silence was Su Binglan, the former Palace Mistress of the Ice Heart Palace. She was dressed in her degrading, ultra-short French maid outfit, her massive breasts heaving nervously against the tight white lace.

"Binglan," Wang Jian ordered. "Explain to these ignorant whores exactly why they are not permitted to attempt a breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Realm right now. Detail the exact process, and more importantly, the risks. Do not sugarcoat a single word."

Su Binglan bowed deeply, her incredibly curvy, plump buttocks entirely exposed by the tiny skirt. She crawled forward on her hands and knees, ascending the edge of the bed until she was kneeling respectfully beside Mu Lianhua.

"Yes, Master," Su Binglan murmured, her sapphire blue eyes looking at her fellow subjugated sisters. "You possess the raw medicinal energy, yes. But breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm is not merely a matter of accumulating Qi until a dam bursts, like the Core Formation stages."

She took a deep breath, her heavy breasts swelling against her sheer black bodice. "The process requires you to entirely, forcefully shatter your own Golden Core. You must willingly collapse the very foundation of your power. Once the core has reached sufficient, absolute density, it is crushed inward, and through immense, agonizing willpower, you must mold that raw, chaotic energy to literally form a ’Nascent Soul’—a secondary, spiritual manifestation of your very existence within your Dantian."

Hua Yimei slowed her grinding, listening intently as Wang Jian’s thick dick continued to stretch her inner walls.

"The physical reformation is excruciating, but it is not the true danger," Su Binglan continued, her voice trembling slightly with the memory of her own harrowing experience. "By undergoing this profound transformation, defying the natural laws of mortality, the heavens will explicitly test your mettle and resolve. You will be forcefully plunged into the Heart Demon Tribulation."

"The Heart Demon?" Shangguan Wan’er asked, her pale blue eyes filled with sudden apprehension.

"It is a tribulation of the mind and the soul, not of lightning or fire," Su Binglan explained grimly. "It will manifest your absolute deepest fears, your most profound regrets, your hidden traumas, and your darkest, most consuming desires. It creates a flawless, inescapable illusion within your spiritual sea. You must navigate this mental labyrinth and shatter the illusions using nothing but your pure, unyielding Dao Heart and sheer willpower."

Wang Jian smirked, his hands sliding down to forcefully spread Hua Yimei’s thick thighs wider. "And what happens if their willpower falters, Binglan? Tell them."

Su Binglan swallowed hard. "If you fail the Heart Demon Tribulation... if you succumb to the illusions or lose your sense of self... your newly forming Nascent Soul will violently, catastrophically scatter. As does your mind and your soul. If you are incredibly lucky, you will merely survive as a drooling, mad lunatic with shattered meridians. But for the vast majority... the unfortunate ones simply die. Their bodies detonate from the inside out."

A heavy, terrified silence fell over the three Half-Step Nascent Soul beauties. The reality of the absolute, mortal danger finally pierced their eager ambition.

"I managed to pass my tribulation over a century ago," Su Binglan added, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And I did not do it through sheer willpower alone. My master provided me with an incredibly rare, ancient artifact—a Mind-Clearing Void-Lotus Talisman. It was a one-time use treasure that forcefully anchored my consciousness and greatly increased my mind’s clarity, ensuring I would not fall too deeply into the illusions. But even with that legendary treasure, my actual chances of passing and surviving the tribulation were only forty percent. I nearly died three times within my own mind."

"Forty percent," Mu Lianhua gasped, her beautiful face turning pale. "Even with an ancient treasure?"

"Precisely," Wang Jian growled, his lust flaring violently as the fear washed over their faces. "I did not pour millions of high-grade spirit stones, ten-thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, and gallons of my own potent Yang Qi into your bodies just to watch you blow yourselves up because you got lost in a bad dream. You belong to me. Your lives, your bodies, your souls are my exclusive property. I will absolutely not permit you to take a gamble with a sixty percent mortality rate. The investment is too high."

He grabbed Hua Yimei by the hips and forcefully, brutally hammered his massive dick upward, entirely burying his length in her tight pussy.

"AGHHHH! MASTER!" Hua Yimei shrieked, the sudden, violent penetration instantly shattering her fear, replacing it with an overwhelming, mind-melting wave of pure physical ecstasy.

"You will wait," Wang Jian dictated, his hips snapping forward with a savage, unrelenting rhythm, the loud, wet slapping sounds echoing through the suite. "We will find a method to guarantee your survival. We will find artifacts or techniques to temper your Dao Hearts properly. Until then, you will remain exactly as you are: my desperate, cum-hungry sluts."

"Yes! Yes, Master! We will wait! Ahhh! Pound my womb!" Hua Yimei sobbed loudly, entirely surrendering to his physical dominance, her inner walls clamping down greedily on his thick shaft.

Wang Jian was a creature of boundless, terrifying stamina. He fucked Hua Yimei until she was screaming incoherently, her body bucking wildly against his pelvis. He reached down, grabbing Mu Lianhua by her dark hair, pulling the master alchemist up and forcing his thumb into her mouth, letting her suck on it while he pounded her sister-in-arms.

"Ah! I’m cumming! Master! I’m cumming!" Hua Yimei shrieked, her massive breasts bouncing violently as a massive, full-body orgasm tore through her system.

Wang Jian felt the intense, crushing pressure of her vaginal walls milking him. He roared deeply, his own profound lust reaching its absolute peak. He drove his massive dick in to the hilt and released a staggering, seemingly endless torrent of thick, scorching hot semen directly into her quivering womb.

Hua Yimei whimpered happily as his hot seed flooded her internal cavern, her eyes rolling back in her head.

But Wang Jian was far from finished. He pulled his slick, semen-coated dick out of her dripping pussy with a loud, obscene schlick. He immediately turned to Su Binglan, who was kneeling at the edge of the bed, her sapphire eyes wide with desperate arousal.

"Open your mouth, Binglan," Wang Jian commanded.

The Ice Fairy eagerly parted her luscious lips, sticking her tongue out slightly. Wang Jian stroked his massive, twitching dick, aiming the thick head at her beautiful face. A second, massive wave of his climax erupted.

Thick, heavy ropes of pearly white semen shot through the air, splattering violently across Su Binglan’s face. The hot, sticky fluid coated her cheeks, her nose, and dripped heavily onto her lips and into her open mouth. He sprayed his seed all over her massive, heaving breasts, the white fluid soaking into the sheer black silk of her maid uniform.

Su Binglan didn’t flinch. She moaned in pure, masochistic delight, her tongue darting out to eagerly, desperately lick the thick semen from her own lips, swallowing the salty, potent essence of her master with profound relish.

"Lick it all," Wang Jian ordered Shangguan Wan’er and Mu Lianhua.

The former merchant queen and the master alchemist eagerly crawled forward. They pressed their faces against Su Binglan’s massive breasts, their tongues darting out to lick and lap up the thick puddles of his semen that had sprayed over the Ice Fairy’s body. They kissed her sticky skin, swallowing every single drop of his divine essence with absolute, unapologetic greed, treating his bodily fluids like the most precious nectar in the cultivation world.

Wang Jian watched the incredibly erotic, highly degrading scene with immense satisfaction. He leaned back against the velvet pillows, his breathing steady, entirely unaffected by the massive expenditure of energy.

’They cannot remain at the Half-Step forever,’ Wang Jian thought, his brilliant tactical mind already pivoting toward a solution while his sluts cleaned each other’s bodies. ’If I am to conquer this region, I need a vanguard of Nascent Soul experts who are absolutely loyal to me. For now, they need to acquire some profound method to deal with the Heart Demon Trial.’

This required an incredibly powerful divine sense, specialized soul-protecting artifacts, and a unique opportunity that could actively, safely temper their Dao Hearts and willpower without the risk of immediate death.

’It won’t just work by relying on some highly aged herbs or raw alchemical pills,’ Wang Jian reasoned. ’The mind is too complex. Thus, they must come along with me to find an artifact or an ancient legacy that can assist in this matter.’

Su Binglan had mentioned the Mind-Clearing Void-Lotus Talisman. Wang Jian knew from her extensive debriefings that the Myriad Ocean Palace absolutely possessed such legendary treasures in their deepest, most restricted ancestral vaults. He also reasonably believed that the supreme leaders of the Holy Nether Sea Organization should possess similar soul-protecting artifacts, hoarded from centuries of demonic conquests.

This realization made Wang Jian fall into deep, calculating thought. Even though his three Shadow Flowers—Qiu Yun, Su Ning, and Bai Xue—were currently embedded within the righteous Azure Wave Sword Sect, the demonic Blood Shark Hall, and the mercantile branches of the Myriad Ocean Palace, their influence had strict limits.

’They hold high positions, yes,’ Wang Jian pondered, watching Wan’er suck a drop of semen from Binglan’s chin. ’But treasures capable of guaranteeing passage through a Heart Demon Tribulation are considered absolute, strategic sect foundations. They are heavily warded, monitored by Late-Stage Nascent Soul ancestors, and restricted only to the most loyal, verified core heirs. The Shadow Flowers won’t be able to simply acquire or steal such a powerful treasure without instantly blowing their cover and inviting total annihilation.’

For this, he would have to use entirely different, more direct methods. He could not rely on his spies to hand him the keys to the Nascent Soul realm. He had to personally secure them.

Well, in any case, he planned to lead his three eager, large-breasted sluts out into the wider world to actively look for opportunities.

His primary target was heading towards one of the massive, highly affluent Inner Islands that was directly subservient to the supreme authority of the Myriad Ocean Palace. After all, with their group’s current strength, they could more or less operate openly under the official banner of the Fragrance Melody Sect. Over the past five years, due to their quiet accumulation of wealth and the subtle, high-quality pills they occasionally filtered into the black markets through proxies, the Fragrance Melody Sect was considered to have some minor, yet respectable renown in the Myriad Reefs Sea Region.

As long as Wang Jian and his group could maneuver themselves into a position to make some significant contributions to this Myriad Ocean Palace branch, or find a clever, untraceable way to steal the artifact or some special technique to pass the Heart Demon Tribulation, their Fragrance Melody Sect would successfully boast three brand-new Nascent Soul Realm experts.

"Prepare yourselves," Wang Jian announced, his voice cutting through the soft, wet sounds of their licking.

The four women immediately stopped, looking up at him with wide, attentive eyes.

"We are leaving the Isle of Whispering Petals," Wang Jian declared, standing up from the bed, his dark aura flaring with renewed, ambitious purpose. "Lianhua, Yimei, Wan’er. You three will accompany me. We are heading to the Inner Sea Region. We are going to find the keys to shatter your bottlenecks."

"Truly, Master?" Mu Lianhua gasped, her beautiful face lighting up with genuine, profound excitement.

"I do not make empty promises," Wang Jian stated. He turned his gaze to the kneeling Ice Fairy. "Binglan. You will remain behind."

Su Binglan’s shoulders slumped slightly, a flash of genuine disappointment crossing her features, but she bowed her head immediately. "Yes, Master. I will obey."

"You have recovered your Early-Stage Nascent Soul cultivation," Wang Jian explained smoothly, stepping forward to gently, affectionately stroke her snow-white hair, offering her the psychological comfort she desperately craved after the brutal degradation. "You are currently the most powerful entity in this sect besides myself. Your duty is absolute. You will remain here to fiercely protect my wife, my concubine, and the Fragrance Melody Sect from any external threats. You will ensure that the Void-Shrouding Sanctuary Formation and the concealment effects of the arrays around our islands remain active at all times. Do not let a single stray divine sense pierce our veil."

"I swear it upon my soul, Master," Su Binglan vowed fervently, leaning into his touch. "The island will be an impenetrable fortress until your return."

Two days later, the massive, highly advanced Flying Ship of the Fragrance Melody Sect ascended silently through the artificial cloud cover of their hidden island, breaking into the open, azure skies of the Myriad Reefs Sea Region.

The vessel was a masterpiece of Yue Lingshan’s array formations, completely enveloped in a localized, constantly shifting light-bending matrix. The Flying Ship itself kept the concealment effect active at all times to ensure it wouldn’t cause any spatial disturbance while flying or accidentally alert any powerful, roaming Nascent Soul experts belonging to the warring factions.

Inside the luxurious, fur-lined main cabin, Wang Jian was once again indulging in the absolute, decadent pleasures of his traveling harem.

He sat completely naked upon a wide, cushioned lounge chair, a cup of dark spirit wine resting on the table beside him. The three incredibly beautiful, voluptuous milfs—Mu Lianhua, Hua Yimei, and Shangguan Wan’er—were eagerly, enthusiastically pleasing him, their bodies entwined with his.

"Oh! Master! Your cock is so magnificent!" Shangguan Wan’er moaned loudly. The incredibly sexy former merchant was straddling his left thigh, her tight pink pussy eagerly grinding against his muscular leg while she used her massive, soft breasts to sensually, wetly massage his chest, the aromatic oils she had applied making their skin slide frictionlessly together.

Hua Yimei was positioned between his knees, her head bobbing rapidly as she aggressively sucked his massive, rock-hard dick. She was taking him incredibly deep, her throat working frantically to ac