Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist Chapter 1015: The Voyage

The Abyssal Sea Boat tore through the black, churning waters of the Myriad Reefs Sea Region. It was a massive warship, its hull forged from dense profound-sea ironwood, capable of withstanding the crushing depths and the highly corrosive ambient environment of the outer territories. Along the port and starboard flanks, intricate array formations pulsed with a dull azure light, projecting a heavy, semi-spherical barrier that violently displaced the heavy, toxic sea spray.

Three arduous weeks had passed since the group departed Abyssal Pearl City.

Navigating the Abyssal Dead-Zones required constant, immense exertion. The spiritual energy in this sector was not merely stagnant; it was actively parasitic. It was known as the Abyssal Nether Qi, a dense, viscous atmosphere that clung to the ship’s hull like thick mud, generating immense spatial friction that caused the ironwood timbers to groan continuously under the kinetic stress.

City Lord Hai Kuo stood at the bow, his hands locked behind his back. His Peak Core Formation aura radiated outward, actively feeding the primary navigation array embedded in the deck. Sweat beaded on his weathered forehead. Maintaining the heading drained his reserves at an alarming rate, forcing his internal meridians to operate at near-maximum capacity just to keep the vessel moving forward.

"The density of the Nether Qi is increasing by twelve percent every four hours," Hai Kuo stated, his voice tight with concentration. He did not turn around. "We are approaching the outer perimeter of the True Monarch’s designated coordinates. Report on the aft stabilization matrices."

Daoist Luo Cheng stood a few paces behind him. The massive man rolled his broad shoulders, his metallic skin scraping against his heavy leather armor. "The array formations are holding, City Lord. But the hull is taking heavy resistance. We are losing forward momentum. The tension is heating the lower decks."

Further back on the main deck, Wang Jian sat cross-legged before a complex, glowing spiritual console carved directly into the floorboards. He kept his shoulders hunched, projecting the fragile, heavily strained aura of a cultivator whose foundation lacked raw power. However, his fingers moved across the runic dials with impeccable, blurring precision.

Wang Jian’s cover for this expedition was not that of a completely useless parasite. He played the role of a highly specialized, physically weak array-tuner. He possessed an incredibly sharp Divine Sense and flawless control over minute Qi circulation, allowing him to act as the ship’s internal regulator, constantly bleeding off the excess thermal heat generated by the ship’s struggling engine.

"Reroute the tertiary water-qi from the port side to the central keel," Wang Jian spoke, his voice mimicking the strained cadence of overexertion. He manipulated a dial, shifting a blue stream of light on the console. "The Nether Qi is corroding the outer starboard barrier faster than the central engine can replenish it. If we do not balance the distribution, the hull will fracture within three days."

Shangguan Wan’er stood a few feet away, her slender fingers sliding the condensed water-pearl beads of her Celestial-Tide Abacus. She wore a deep purple dress that clung to her curvy, plump hips.

"His calculations are entirely accurate, City Lord," Shangguan Wan’er reported, her pale blue eyes tracking the structural stress lines forming on the azure dome. "The kinetic transfer of the sea waves against the degraded starboard barrier is causing microscopic fissures in the profound-ironwood. We must shift the internal pressure."

Hai Kuo turned his head slightly, analyzing Wang Jian. "Execute the reroute. Your Dao Companion possesses surprisingly precise Divine Sense, Alchemist Mu. His cultivation base is fragile, but his localized Qi control prevents the navigation arrays from overheating."

Mu Lianhua knelt beside Wang Jian, her azure robes explicitly accentuating her massive, bubbly cleavage. She fed him a restorative pill, gently wiping his brow with a silk cloth. "He is diligent, City Lord. His combat martial arts are negligible, but he possesses a scholar’s mind for spiritual circuitry. He is essential for maintaining our equipment."

Luo Cheng scoffed, crossing his thick arms. "Utility is fine for the deck, Alchemist. But when the beasts attack, his delicate circuitry will not stop claws. Ensure he stays out of my line of sight when the blood flows."

Wang Jian lowered his head, coughing lightly as he swallowed the pill, playing the submissive role perfectly. Yet, beneath the console, his dark, abyssal eyes flickered toward the center mast.

Lin Wanyue stood rigidly near the main mast. She wore elegant, flowing purple silk robes that clung to her massive, heavy breasts and exceptionally curvy, thick hourglass figure. She kept her gaze fixed firmly on the horizon, deliberately avoiding any eye contact with Wang Jian for the entirety of the three-week voyage.

Yet, her body betrayed her at every turn. Her exceptionally wide hips shifted uncomfortably every few minutes. Her thick thighs trembled with microscopic spasms. Over the past twenty-one days, Wang Jian had relentlessly, silently utilized their proximity. Without ever breaking his disguise, he continuously fed microscopic, invisible threads of his Stellar Demonic Yang Qi into her lower Dantian.

Lin Wanyue lived in a state of perpetual, agonizing arousal. Her womb constantly throbbed, and her tight pussy wept a ceaseless stream of slick moisture that chafed against her inner thighs. The psychological torture of standing mere yards away from her husband while her body desperately begged for the demonic overlord’s cock had pushed her aristocratic Dao Heart to the absolute brink of insanity. She was exhausted, practically vibrating with unfulfilled lust.

Suddenly, the atmospheric pressure plummeted. The heavy, stagnant air above the warship instantly froze.

Before Hai Kuo could issue an order, the sky fractured.

The heavy, black clouds did not simply part; they were violently shredded by an overwhelming, descending kinetic force. The air itself shrieked as jagged, localized rifts tore through the atmosphere, displacing the ambient Nether Qi with explosive violence.

"Brace the core!" Hai Kuo roared, his boots slamming into the deck, his heels digging deep into the ironwood for traction. "Nine-Heavens Astral Gale! Funnel all reserve Qi to the overhead shields!"

The Nine-Heavens Astral Gale was a catastrophic weather anomaly unique to the Abyssal Dead-Zones. It was not a storm of rain or lightning, but a concentrated downpour of highly pressurized, spatial-rending wind blades.

The first volley struck the Abyssal Sea Boat.

CLANG! CLANG! KKKRRRZZZ!

The massive, semi-spherical azure barrier bowed violently inward under the immense physical weight of the impact. Dozens of ten-foot-long, translucent blades of condensed wind slammed against the spiritual shield. The resulting thermal expansion from the kinetic friction caused the air trapped beneath the dome to superheat instantly, searing the lungs of everyone on deck and threatening to ignite the wooden masts.

"The array cannot take direct, sustained impacts of this magnitude!" Shangguan Wan’er yelled, holding her abacus high, actively calculating the sheer, devastating tonnage of the wind. "The kinetic transfer will shatter the hull into splinters!"

"Then we break the blades before they hit the apex!" Luo Cheng shouted.

The Peak Core Formation expert bent his thick knees, lowering his center of gravity. He circulated his Qi violently, forcing it outward into his skin, muscle tissue, and skeletal structure. His flesh shifted from a dull metallic hue to a blinding, polished bronze, radiating an aura of absolute physical density.

"Profound Vajra Flesh Art!" Luo Cheng bellowed.

He lunged upward, leaping from the deck to intercept a massive wind blade that had managed to pierce the stressed apex of the azure barrier. Luo Cheng did not use a weapon. He threw a devastating, bare-knuckle punch directly into the descending current.

His fist collided with the condensed wind. The physical impact generated a deafening acoustic shockwave that rattled the teeth of everyone on the ship. The wind blade shattered into a dozen smaller, harmless currents, but the sheer momentum of the strike forced Luo Cheng back down to the deck. His heavy boots cracked the ironwood floorboards, sending splinters flying as he dug his heels in to arrest his backward slide.

"Do not attempt to block them entirely!" Shen Mengqi yelled over the roaring gale. The Fairy of the Silver Gale stepped forward, her massive breasts heaving against her tight white robes. "Deflect the trajectory! Use the existing momentum!"

Shen Mengqi snapped open her Piercing Zephyr Fan. She tapped into her deep reserves, carefully avoiding drawing upon her newly awakened Heavenly Yin Divine Physique to maintain her cover. She executed a flawless sequence of footwork, her body blurring as she stepped onto the ship’s railing, leaning precariously over the violent ocean.

She swung the fan in a wide, upward arc. She did not aim directly at the incoming wind blades. Instead, she generated a highly concentrated, localized updraft that intersected the descending spatial blades at an acute angle.

The collision of the wind currents caused a violent spatial friction, emitting sparks of raw energy. The trajectory of the incoming blades skewed severely, scraping harmlessly along the side of the azure barrier rather than striking it dead center, minimizing the kinetic load on the ship’s generators.

"Keep the pressure off the central mast!" Hai Kuo commanded, his hands glowing as he manually repaired the fracturing array nodes in the floorboards.

Wang Jian remained at his console. He did not cower, but he acted the part of a desperately overwhelmed technician. His hands flew across the dials, manually venting the massive spikes of thermal heat generated by the friction. He pushed his acting to the absolute limit, using a subtle water-art to force his pores to sweat profusely, making his face pale and his breathing ragged.

"The internal conduits are melting!" Wang Jian yelled, injecting genuine urgency into his tone. "I am venting the heat into the ocean, but the backlash is threatening the port stabilizers!"

"Hold the line, boy!" Luo Cheng grunted, landing heavily near Wang Jian after shattering another blade. The bronze-skinned cultivator was bleeding from several deep lacerations on his forearms where the spatial wind had cut through his ultimate defense. "If those stabilizers fail, the ship rolls!"

Hua Yimei stepped forward, her crimson robes whipping around her voluptuous figure. She summoned her Crimson Phoenix Zither. She did not play a melody; she slammed her palm flat against the thickest string.

"Sonic Resonance Wall!" Hua Yimei commanded.

A massive, invisible dome of vibrating sound erupted above the deck, acting as a secondary buffer. As the wind blades hit the sonic wall, the dissonant vibrations fractured their condensed structure, turning lethal blades into chaotic, harmless gusts of hot air.

The Nine-Heavens Astral Gale raged with unyielding, apocalyptic fury for four excruciating hours.

The continuous physical exertion and the heavy drain of maintaining the ship’s arrays took a severe toll on the crew. The breathable air grew thin and scorchingly hot. Muscles tore, meridians burned with overuse, and the ship itself groaned like a dying beast.

Finally, the localized spatial anomaly passed. The black clouds ceased their violent tearing, and the heavy downpour of wind blades subsided into a manageable, albeit turbulent, gale.

Hai Kuo collapsed onto one knee, his chest heaving violently. His Peak Core Formation aura was severely depleted, flickering erratically around his body. The prolonged strain of manually feeding the navigation arrays while fighting the Nether Qi of the ocean had drained his internal reserves to a dangerous, critical low.

"The ship’s core... is critically depleted," Hai Kuo gasped, wiping a thick line of sweat from his chin. He stood up, his legs trembling slightly. "If we encounter a beast swarm in this state, the hull will breach. The defensive arrays are operating at fifteen percent."

He turned his sharp gaze toward the heavy, profound-iron door situated at the base of the aft command structure.

"I must enter deep, closed-door meditation immediately," Hai Kuo announced, his voice raspy and devoid of its usual booming authority. "I have to manually convert nearly thousands of Spirit Stones into pure Spiritual Qi to refuel the central engine, or we will drift into the void in one of these spatial tears."

He looked directly at his wife.

"Wanyue," Hai Kuo commanded, pointing a heavy finger at the aft structure. "Stand guard directly outside the primary control cabin. You are not to move from that spot. Do not let anyone approach the iron door. I must shut off my external Divine Sense completely to execute the fuel conversion without risking a catastrophic meridian backlash. The process requires absolute focus. My body will be entirely vulnerable for nearly half a day."

"I understand, Husband," Lin Wanyue replied. Her aristocratic voice remained steady, but internally, her heart pounded erratically. Half a day. "I will defend the door with my life."

Hai Kuo nodded. He did not look at the mercenaries. He strode heavily toward the aft structure, pulled open the massive profound-iron door, stepped inside the cramped, dark control cabin, and sealed the heavy metal shut behind him. The distinct, heavy thud of the internal locking mechanism engaging echoed across the silent deck.

Lin Wanyue walked over and took her position. She stood with her back resting lightly against the cold, profound-iron door, her Azure Tides Heavenly Sword held firmly in her right hand, her massive breasts rising and falling with her measured breaths.

The rest of the group dispersed across the expansive deck to meditate and recover their own depleted Qi. Luo Cheng sat cross-legged near the bow, his skin slowly returning to a normal hue, though his wounds still bled sluggishly. Shangguan Wan’er, Hua Yimei, and Shen Mengqi found isolated spots, closing their eyes to regulate their breathing. Mu Lianhua remained near the center mast.

Wang Jian stood up from the array console, dusting off his black robes. He rolled his shoulders, working out the stiffness. He looked across the deck, his sharp gaze ensuring Luo Cheng was deep in his recovery cycle, completely oblivious to his surroundings.

He slowly, deliberately walked toward the aft command structure.

Lin Wanyue’s sapphire eyes widened slightly as she watched his tall, muscular form approach. Her grip on her sword tightened, her knuckles turning white. She desperately tried to project an aura of unyielding authority, but her body remembered the brutal conquest in the immortal cave far too well. Her heavy breasts heaved beneath her purple silk, the friction making her sensitive nipples ache with immediate anticipation.

Wang Jian stopped two feet in front of her.

"Halt," Lin Wanyue breathed, forcing her voice to remain entirely steady, though it lacked any real venom. "The City Lord has forbidden anyone from approaching the door. Step back."

Wang Jian did not step back. He raised his left hand, his fingers moving in a microscopic, virtually imperceptible blur.

He channeled his Stellar Demonic Qi, weaving it with absolute, terrifying precision. He cast a highly localized, centimeter-thin Shadow-Void Isolation Barrier. The dark energy expanded instantly, clinging directly to the surface of the profound-iron door behind her and forming a flawless, soundproof, Qi-masking dome that encapsulated just the two of them. To Luo Cheng or anyone else on the deck, Wang Jian simply appeared to be standing quietly in front of the City Lord’s wife, engaging in a low-voiced conversation about the ship’s repairs.

Inside the barrier, the ambient sound of the crashing waves and the howling wind vanished completely.

Wang Jian stepped forward, instantly closing the remaining distance. He crowded into her personal space, his broad chest brushing heavily against her massive breasts.

"You..." Lin Wanyue gasped, her voice dropping to a frantic, terrified whisper, her sapphire eyes darting wildly. "What are you doing? My husband is right on the other side of this metal! If he senses your Qi—"

"He has completely sealed his senses to convert the Spirit Stones, Wanyue," Wang Jian interrupted smoothly, his voice a dark, commanding rumble in the localized silence. "He is utterly blind and deaf to the outside world. And this barrier masks everything else. He requires half a day. We have twelve hours."

He reached out, his large hands grabbing her by her exceptionally wide, curvy hips. With a single, forceful motion, he spun her around and slammed her forward.

Lin Wanyue’s body hit the heavy profound-iron door with a muffled thud. The metal was freezing cold against her cheek and the palms of her hands. Her massive, heavy breasts were squished violently against the unyielding iron, the deep cleavage flattening out under the pressure.

"Are you insane?!" Lin Wanyue hissed angrily, her breath fogging against the cold metal. She struggled, attempting to push herself off the door, but his heavy, muscular body pressed firmly against her back, completely immobilizing her thick, hourglass figure. "You are a madman! Let me go! He is merely inches away!"

"The proximity is exactly what makes this so entertaining," Wang Jian murmured, leaning down to press his lips against her neck, right over the erratic, racing pulse of her carotid artery.

He didn’t bother untying her elegant purple silk robes. He reached down and aggressively hitched the fabric up, bunching the expensive silk around her narrow waist. He completely exposed her exceptionally wide, plump buttocks and her bare thighs to the cold air trapped within the barrier.

Lin Wanyue let out a sharp, involuntary whimper. The sheer, undeniable danger of the situation sent a massive, catastrophic spike of adrenaline through her bloodstream. She was standing guard outside her husband’s meditation chamber, sworn to protect his vulnerable body, and yet she was currently bent over the very door he was resting behind, her bare ass exposed to the demonic overlord.

The taboo nature of the act, combined with the permanent soul-mark of his Heavenly Yang Divine Physique and the three weeks of agonizing, unfulfilled arousal, caused her physiological defenses to completely collapse. Her inner vaginal walls clamped down violently on empty air. A thick, heavy stream of slick, hot moisture flooded her core, weeping down her inner thighs.

Wang Jian unfastened his trousers. He grabbed her thick hips, his fingers digging bruisingly into her soft flesh to ensure leverage.

He positioned the massive, broad head of his fully rigid, heavily veined cock directly against her dripping wet, slick entrance.

"Brace yourself, City Lord’s wife," Wang Jian commanded in a low growl.

He thrust his hips forward with brutal, unrelenting force, driving his massive cock completely into her tight, slick passage in a single, devastating strike.

"Mnnnph!"