Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist Chapter 1007: The Heavenly Yin Physique

The subterranean luxury suite beneath the Golden Tide Consortium’s estate in Abyssal Pearl City was a masterclass in opulent seclusion. Heavily warded by overlapping, absolute sound-dampening arrays and spiritual-isolation barriers, it was a localized dimension entirely disconnected from the bustling, chaotic metropolis above. The air within was incredibly warm, saturated with the rich, intoxicating scent of burning spiritual incense and the lingering, heavy musk of the profound sexual debauchery that Wang Jian and his retinue engaged in daily.

In the absolute center of the expansive room, seated upon a heavy, intricately carved spirit-wood chair, was Shen Mengqi, the legendary Fairy of the Silver Gale.

Her current state was a devastating, breathtaking contrast to her prestigious title. The pristine, elegant white silk nightgown that had once covered her mature, flawless body had been violently, ruthlessly torn away by Wang Jian, leaving her completely, unapologetically naked. Her wrists were securely bound behind her back with specialized Qi-restricting spirit-ropes, and her slender ankles were lashed tightly to the heavy legs of the chair.

A thick, specialized black cloth woven from Abyssal Silence Silk was tied tightly over her eyes, completely neutralizing her vision and ruthlessly suppressing any attempt to project her powerful Divine Sense outward. She was trapped in a suffocating, absolute void, entirely at the mercy of the unseen predators surrounding her.

Despite her terrifying, helpless situation, Shen Mengqi’s beauty was absolutely staggering. Her skin resembled the finest, polished white jade, glowing softly in the ambient light of the spirit lamps. Her long, midnight-black hair cascaded wildly over her bare shoulders. She possessed an incredibly voluptuous, hourglass figure that completely defied the ethereal, weightless wind-arts she practiced. Her delicate, narrow waist flared out into wide, exceptionally curvy hips, but the most arresting feature of her anatomy was her chest. She possessed incredibly massive, heavy, and beautifully shaped breasts that heaved violently with every ragged, terrified breath she took, the tight, prominent peaks of her virgin pink nipples shivering in the cool air of the room.

"You demonic beasts..." Shen Mengqi whispered, her melodious voice trembling slightly, though she fiercely attempted to maintain her haughty, untouchable demeanor. "If you intend to torture me for the Silver Gale Sect’s secrets, you are wasting your time. I will not utter a single word to the likes of you."

A low, dark, deeply villainous chuckle echoed from the shadows in front of her.

Wang Jian stood a few paces away, completely naked, his dark, heavily muscled, perfectly tempered physique radiating an intense, scorching Yang heat. He casually swirled a cup of rich spirit wine in his hand, his abyssal eyes devouring every luscious curve of the bound Fairy.

Flanking Shen Mengqi were Wang Jian’s three incredibly beautiful, mature sluts. Hua Yimei, Mu Lianhua, and Shangguan Wan’er were entirely stripped of their elegant cultivation robes. They stood completely naked, their massive breasts swaying gently, their bodies glistening with a light sheen of sweat and slick arousal from their earlier activities.

Usually, Wang Jian’s method of breaking a proud, arrogant righteous woman involved immediate, brutal, and overwhelming physical domination. He would violently pound their tight bodies until their minds shattered under the sheer, absolute force of his animalistic lust. But looking at the Fairy of the Silver Gale, Wang Jian decided on a significantly different, far more insidious approach.

He stepped forward, the sound of his bare feet on the plush carpets making Shen Mengqi tense her entire voluptuous body.

"Torture you for sect secrets?" Wang Jian mused aloud, his smooth, commanding voice vibrating through the room. "Oh, my beautiful Fairy, you severely overestimate the value of your mediocre wind-arts. I could not care less about the trivial, pathetic defensive arrays of the Silver Gale Sect. We did not steal you from your gilded cage for your sect."

He reached out, his large, calloused hand lightly brushing against her bare shoulder, sending a violent shiver down her spine.

"We took you," Wang Jian whispered, leaning in so his warm breath tickled her ear, "because of a specific, incredibly lucky Foundation Establishment boy."

Shen Mengqi’s breath hitched instantly. Her massive breasts froze mid-heave, her jaw clenching tightly. The sudden, absolute stillness of her body was more revealing than any scream could have been.

"Ye Fan," Wang Jian pronounced the name slowly, tasting the syllables, his eyes fixed intensely on her beautiful, blindfolded face, analyzing her micro-expressions with predatory precision.

"I do not know what you are talking about," Shen Mengqi replied quickly, her voice a fraction too sharp, her denial arriving slightly too fast. "Ye Fan was merely an outer disciple. A traitor who murdered an elder of a rival guild and brought disaster upon my sect. I merely protected him because it is the duty of an elder to ensure proper internal judgment, rather than allowing external factions to slaughter our juniors in the streets."

"Oh, listen to her, Master," Shangguan Wan’er giggled darkly. The former merchant queen stepped forward, her massive, soft breasts intentionally brushing against Shen Mengqi’s bound arm. She reached out with her manicured fingernails, lightly, teasingly tracing the deep canyon of the Fairy’s profound cleavage. "She sounds so incredibly noble. So righteous. Just a dutiful elder protecting the sect’s honor."

"Do not touch me, you shameless harlot!" Shen Mengqi spat, wriggling uselessly in her chair, trying to pull her body away from Wan’er’s degrading touch.

"Shameless?" Hua Yimei laughed, stepping to Shen Mengqi’s other side. The mature former Sect Leader ran her hands down Shen Mengqi’s smooth, bare thighs, her fingers brushing dangerously close to the tightly clenched lips of her virgin pussy. "We are entirely shameless, Fairy Shen. We are proud, dripping whores for our Master. But you... you are a hypocrite hiding behind a veil of righteous purity."

"You threw away your entire prestigious life," Mu Lianhua chimed in, kneeling before the chair and resting her chin on Shen Mengqi’s bare knee. "A supreme elder at the Peak of the Late Stage Core Formation Realm, fighting your own Patriarch, trapping your own peers in agonizing illusions, completely ruining your future in this city... all for a mere Foundation Establishment junior?"

"It was a matter of principle!" Shen Mengqi insisted, her voice rising in pitch, a faint, highly telling blush of vibrant crimson creeping up her graceful neck.

Wang Jian set his wine cup down on a nearby jade table. He stepped directly in front of her, wedging his muscular thigh between her knees, forcefully spreading her thick, curvaceous legs apart despite her desperate struggles.

"Principle does not make a woman fight the entire world," Wang Jian stated coldly, reaching down to firmly, possessively cup her left breast. He squeezed the massive globe of flesh, his thumb roughly pinching her tight pink nipple, drawing a sharp, indignant gasp from her lips. "Love does. Or, at the very least, a deeply profound, forbidden romantic entanglement."

"No!" Shen Mengqi shouted, thrashing her head from side to side. "You are lying! You are trying to taint my Dao Heart with your vile accusations! He was my disciple! Nothing more!"

Wang Jian smirked, his brilliant mind perfectly validating his hypothesis. Just as he had anticipated, this seemingly untouchable, icy master did indeed harbor a deeply romantic, profoundly forbidden impression of Ye Fan in her heart. The fact that a mere, insignificant Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator like Ye Fan was capable of inspiring such catastrophic loyalty in a Late Stage Core Formation expert spoke volumes about the absolute, heaven-defying karmic luck the protagonist possessed.

’Ye Fan is a protagonist, undoubtedly in possession of some great, destiny-altering cheat,’ Wang Jian thought, releasing her breast and trailing his fingers down her flat stomach. ’And like all protagonists, his aura naturally attracts the most beautiful, powerful, and utterly untouched women in the realm to serve as his devoted mentors, protectors, and eventual lovers.’

"You lie incredibly poorly for a master of illusions, Mengqi," Wang Jian murmured, his hand settling flat against her lower abdomen, right over her Dantian. "Your voice denies it, but your spiritual fluctuations are chaotic. You love that boy. You watched him train in the courtyards. You admired his stubborn determination. You felt a flutter in your ancient, frozen heart when he looked at you with that naive, worshipful gaze. You fantasized about what it would be like to cross the master-disciple boundary."

"Stop it! Shut up!" Shen Mengqi sobbed, her freezing arrogance entirely shattering under the weight of his precise, psychological dismantling. Tears leaked from beneath the black blindfold, tracking down her pale cheeks.

She felt a profound, agonizing shame. As a righteous elder, harboring romantic feelings for her own junior disciple was a massive, scandalous taboo. To have her deepest, most heavily guarded secret violently ripped out and mocked by these demonic captors was infinitely more painful than any physical strike.

"He is a fool," Wang Jian whispered, his tone shifting from mocking to analytical. "He ran with his lucky treasures and left you behind to face the wrath of the Island Lord. But do not worry, my beautiful Fairy. I am here to replace him."

"I would rather die than let a demonic beast like you touch me," Shen Mengqi hissed, her massive breasts heaving rapidly, her virgin core clenching tightly in defensive terror.

"We shall see," Wang Jian replied softly.

He did not immediately strip away her bindings and violently take her virginity. He needed to understand the exact nature of the prize he had stolen from the protagonist’s predetermined path.

Wang Jian closed his eyes. He activated his terrifying, immensely dense Divine Sense, condensing it into a microscopic, highly invasive thread. He injected this thread directly from his palm into Shen Mengqi’s lower abdomen, violently pushing past her locked meridians and entering her internal spiritual landscape.

Shen Mengqi gasped, her body arching backward in the chair as she felt the completely foreign, incredibly hot, and invasive Demonic Yang Qi sweeping through her pathways. It felt as though a fiery serpent was slithering through her veins, explicitly examining every single secret of her existence.

Wang Jian’s Divine Sense scanned her soul, traced the ancient, lingering lineage of her bloodline, and deeply analyzed the fundamental, primal constitution of her physical vessel.

As his consciousness delved deeper, bypassing the superficial layers of her wind-attribute Qi, Wang Jian stumbled upon a staggering, breathtaking discovery.

Deep within the very core of her being, completely masked by a congenital, naturally forming spiritual lock, lay a massive, dormant ocean of the purest, most profound Yin essence Wang Jian had ever encountered. It was infinitely denser and higher in quality than even the legendary Yin Qi possessed by Su Binglan, the Ice Fairy. This was not merely a high-tier elemental affinity.

This was a divine constitution.

Wang Jian’s eyes snapped open, blazing with an absolute, predatory light.

’The Heavenly Yin Divine Physique,’ Wang Jian realized, his mind racing as he accessed the vast, ancient archives of knowledge he had assimilated over the years.

It was a legendary, mythical constitution that appeared perhaps once every ten thousand years. Even in this completely sealed, dormant state, the advantages it provided to Shen Mengqi were astronomical.

’This explains everything,’ Wang Jian thought, his hand remaining firmly pressed against her stomach as she whimpered beneath his touch. ’Even sealed, the Heavenly Yin Divine Physique ensures that its host possesses absolutely zero bottlenecks in their cultivation... provided they cultivate a supreme, high-tier Demonic Yin technique.’

Wang Jian looked down at the weeping, blindfolded woman, a mixture of profound awe and deep, mocking pity in his gaze.

’She has been entirely wasting her heaven-defying potential,’ he realized. ’She has spent decades, perhaps a century, diligently cultivating the righteous, ethereal wind and illusion arts of the Silver Gale Sect. It is like using a divine, world-slaying sword to cut firewood. Her righteous techniques actively conflict with the primal, demonic nature of her physique. That is the only reason a genius of her caliber is currently stalled at the Late Stage of the Core Formation Realm. If she had been given a demonic scripture, she would be a Nascent Soul overlord by now.’

But the benefits to the host were entirely secondary to the true, horrifying, and incredibly valuable nature of the Heavenly Yin Divine Physique.

The physique was fundamentally, biologically designed to serve as the ultimate, heaven-sent cauldron.

Wang Jian’s mind processed the ancient lore. ’There are unimaginable, world-shaking advantages to the man who takes the primal virginity of a woman possessing the Heavenly Yin Divine Physique. The moment her primal Yin is breached and harvested, the man will undergo a radical, permanent physical and spiritual mutation.’

’He will acquire the Heavenly Yang Divine Physique.’

It was the absolute, perfect counterpart to her constitution. However, unlike the Heavenly Yin version, the Heavenly Yang Divine Physique did not place any elemental restrictions or cultivation bottlenecks upon its host. Instead, it was the ultimate, supreme tool for conquest.

’If a man acquires the Heavenly Yang Divine Physique,’ Wang Jian recalled, ’his Yang essence becomes intoxicating, overwhelmingly potent, and practically irresistible to female cultivators. It passively alters his aura, ensuring that women instantly develop a highly favorable, deeply romantic impression of the host. He can conquer women infinitely more quickly, completely bypassing their logical defenses with his sheer, radiant energy.’

But the most terrifying aspect of the Heavenly Yang Divine Physique was its absolute, inescapable possessiveness.

’Once a woman is physically imbued with the Yang essence of a man possessing the Heavenly Yang Divine Physique, it leaves an indelible, permanent mark upon her very soul,’ Wang Jian analyzed. ’She would never, ever be able to remove that mark. It binds her spiritual constitution to him. Even if she hates him, even if they are separated by oceans, her primal essence would biologically and spiritually ache for his touch. She would be completely unable to resist seeking him out, becoming addicted to his energy like a starving addict.’

Wang Jian slowly pulled his hand away from Shen Mengqi’s stomach, staring at her massive, shivering breasts as the pieces of the grand, predestined cosmic puzzle perfectly aligned in his mind.

’The heavens are truly, disgustingly biased toward their chosen sons,’ Wang Jian sneered internally, a profound, villainous disgust rising in his chest.

He finally understood exactly why this woman was so incredibly important to the grand narrative of this world, and why fate had ensured she possessed a deep, romantic entanglement with the protagonist, Ye Fan.

He could see the predetermined storyline unfolding with absolute clarity.

’If I had not intervened, if I had not stolen her tonight,’ Wang Jian deduced, pacing slowly around her bound chair. ’Shen Mengqi would have remained in the Silver Gale Sect. Eventually, due to sect politics or the Island Lord’s greed, she would be severely injured, poisoned, or pushed to the absolute brink of death in this city. Then, precisely at her most vulnerable moment, Ye Fan would return from his oceanic exile, armed with his newly acquired Nascent Soul treasures.’

’He would save his beautiful, tragic master. They would flee together. And then, as fate inevitably dictates for protagonists, they would stumble into an ancient trap, or she would be afflicted by a legendary, incurable aphrodisiac during her recovery.’

’Ye Fan would be "forced," utterly against his noble, righteous intentions, to fuck his master to save her life,’ Wang Jian scoffed mentally. ’By taking her virginity, he would accidentally awaken her Heavenly Yin Divine Physique, immediately acquiring the Heavenly Yang Divine Physique for himself. He would gain a terrifyingly powerful, absolutely devoted Nascent Soul-level wife, and he would acquire a physical constitution that would guarantee him an ever-expanding, effortlessly conquered harem for the rest of his ascension.’

Wang Jian stopped pacing. He stood before the blindfolded, weeping Fairy, his abyssal eyes burning with a dark, triumphant fire.

He was the villain. His sole purpose, his absolute greatest joy in this world, was to brutally, mercilessly sever the threads of fate, to steal the protagonist’s destined opportunities, and to claim their fated women for his own depraved harem.

’I am already possessing the Stellar Demonic Core and a physique forged from ancient bloodlines,’ Wang Jian thought, completely confident in his own terrifying power. ’I honestly do not strictly need this Heavenly Yang Divine Physique to conquer women. My methods are already absolute.’

He looked down at Shen Mengqi’s incredibly sexy, voluptuous body. Her massive breasts heaved, her tight pink nipples begging for attention, her wide, curvy hips struggling against the ropes.

’But I absolutely cannot, under any circumstances, leave such a heaven-defying cheat for Ye Fan to acquire,’ Wang Jian concluded firmly. ’Besides, this Shen Mengqi is quite sexy. Her mature charm is intoxicating. Enjoying her body, shattering her righteous pride, and making her my devoted slut wouldn’t be bad at all. It will be a highly entertaining addition to my collection.’

Moreover, Wang Jian understood the hidden trap embedded within the Heavenly Yin Divine Physique itself.

’The physique guarantees that the woman becomes an absolute, willing slave to the man who takes her first time,’ Wang Jian remembered. ’The primal exchange physically and spiritually rewrites her loyalties, binding her completely to his Yang energy.’

Wang Jian raised his hand, gesturing to Hua Yimei and Shangguan Wan’er, who were currently preparing to retrieve specialized, humiliating sex toys from their spatial rings to begin the physical torture of the proud master.

"Stop, Yimei. Wan’er," Wang Jian commanded, his voice echoing with absolute authority.

The two mature sluts froze, looking at him in confusion. "Master? Do you not wish for us to break her arrogant mind? She still dares to insult you."

"There is absolutely no need to spare the effort," Wang Jian smiled darkly, reaching down to gently stroke Shen Mengqi’s flawless cheek. "We do not need to utilize psychological torture or physical degradation to make her submit to my will. Her own primal essence, her very physical foundation, will betray her righteously. She will submit to me