Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist Chapter 1049: Subjugation of the Serpent Sovereign

Three days later, the Abyssal Stealth Galleon glided silently into the hidden deep-water dock beneath Azure Peak.

Above ground across the four outer islands, a new three-month engineering project was just getting underway. Because the Grand Beast Tide had disrupted the southern shipping lanes, Yue Lingshan had volunteered to lead forty array artisans out to the fourth outer island to construct a pair of towering Deep-Sea Guiding Beacon Spires to help merchant convoys navigate through the outer fog banks at night.

When Wang Jian visited Yue Lingshan at the fourth island’s cliffside construction camp the morning after his return, he found his virtuous wife standing amidst stacks of white spirit-stone blocks, happily reviewing spire blueprints in her clean white Thousand-Year Spirit-Silk robes.

"Husband! Your four-week patrol of the central sea boundary went smoothly?" Yue Lingshan asked, her clear dark eyes crinkling with joy as he wrapped his arms around her waist in her private tent.

"Even better than expected," Wang Jian told her warmly, kissing her soft lips and handing her a porcelain bottle of freshly refined Rank 3 Spirit-Nourishing Pills. "According to our long-range scouts, Heavenly Tide True Monarch, Blood-Bone True Monarch, and Shifting-Tide Patriarch clashed inside a mined reef at Crimson Reef and severely injured one another. Both human fleets and the main beast tide have pulled back into their respective territories to heal."

Yue Lingshan clapped her hands together in relief. "That means Abyssal Pearl City won’t face any major naval threats for at least half a year! I can take my time over the next three months anchoring these two Guiding Beacon Spires into the fourth island’s reef bed!"

"And while you build the beacon spires here on the fourth island," Wang Jian said smoothly, stroking her silky black hair, "I will be entering a three-month closed-door refinement inside the deep-earth vault of Azure Peak with Senior Su Binglan, Senior Mu Lianhua, and Sister Shen Mengqi to digest the combat insights from our patrol."

After spending a tender afternoon dining with Yue Lingshan in her cliffside tent and promising to visit her every ten days, Wang Jian returned to the central mountain of Azure Peak and descended two thousand feet below the rock floor into the heavily warded Crimson-Jade Prison Vault.

Carved out of warm, blood-red volcanic jade and isolated behind four layers of Nascent-Soul-grade soundproofing formations, the circular vault had been furnished like an imperial harem chamber. At its center stood a wide, low platform carved from warm Fire-Marrow Stone, covered with thick black tiger-furs and surrounded by four massive pillars of Star-Core Iron.

Chained atop the center of the warm fur platform lay Red-Scale Matriarch.

Her wrists and ankles were bound by four cuffs of forty-nine-folded Abyssal Star-Iron linked by heavy chains to the four pillars—keeping her long, shapely legs spread wide apart and her arms raised slightly to the sides while leaving her lush torso free to writhe upon the furs.

She remained completely naked. Three days after her interrupted molt in the Boiling Earth-Fire Fissure, her newly revealed skin possessed the smooth, translucent suppleness of top-grade pink mutton-fat jade, accented along her collarbones and wide, fertile hips by delicate, shimmering ruby scale patterns. Her massive breasts—full, heavy, and tipped with dark crimson buds—heaved raggedly against the warm air.

However, because her Grade 8 Demon Core remained locked by Wang Jian’s Stellar Demonic Origin Lock, the two-inch barbed tip of the Soul-Corroding Frost Spike still wedged in the upper curve of her left breast had grown even more dangerous. A palm-sized patch of blue-black frost rot now covered the upper half of her left breast, sending periodic violent shivers through her curvy frame that made her teeth chatter and cold sweat bead between her thighs.

Standing around the edge of the fur platform as Wang Jian entered the vault were Su Binglan, Mu Lianhua, Shen Mengqi, and the mother-and-daughter duo Hua Yimei and Hua Ling’er.

All five women were dressed in sheer, seductive lounging wraps of black and crimson silk that left their own massive breasts and wide hips half-exposed.

"Master," Mu Lianhua reported, stepping back from the edge of the platform after inspecting the wound on the Matriarch’s left breast. "The barbed tip of Heavenly Tide True Monarch’s Soul-Corroding Frost Spike has already fused with three of the primary blood vessels feeding her Early Grade 8 Demon Core. If we slice her breast open with a knife to dig it out, the frost poison will detonate directly into her core and cripple her Nascent Soul cultivation permanently."

"And how do we extract it without damaging a single blood vessel or weakening her Grade 8 foundation?" Wang Jian asked, though a dark, knowing smile already played across his lips as he unfastened his black silk robe and let it drop to the floor.

"Only through deep Yin-Yang meridian reversal," Su Binglan answered, her ice-blue eyes gleaming with a mixture of professional coldness and heated anticipation as she looked down at the chained Serpent Matriarch. "While I use a gentle thread of my Grand Yin Ice Flame from the outside to coax the frost spike out millimeter by millimeter, someone possessing a Nascent Soul Heavenly Yang Divine Physique must join with her lower body—pouring scorching Yang fire straight into her womb and up through her central meridian channel to melt the frozen blood roots from the inside out!"

Upon the black tiger-furs, Red-Scale Matriarch heard Su Binglan’s words. Her vertical golden-red slit pupils widened in fury and mortification as she looked at Wang Jian’s tall, bronze-muscled frame and the thick, scorching manhood jutting upward from his groin—already rock-hard and radiating waves of domineering Yang heat.

"Don’t you dare touch me with that filthy human thing!" Red-Scale Matriarch snarled, yanking furiously against the Abyssal Star-Iron ankle cuffs as she tried to snap her spread thighs shut, only for the heavy spatial-iron chains to hold her wide, curvy hips completely open before him. "I am the Matriarch of the Scarlet Flood-Serpent Clan! Even if my Demon Core freezes into dust, I will never let a human male mate with my body!"

"Look how fiercely this big red snake barks when she’s chained to the bed," Hua Yimei laughed huskily, climbing onto the left side of the fur platform with her daughter Hua Ling’er right behind her.

Wearing only their sheer crimson silk wraps with their four massive, gold-pierced breasts bouncing freely, the mother and daughter knelt beside Red-Scale Matriarch’s spread legs, placing their warm hands on the serpent sovereign’s smooth, scale-marked inner thighs to hold her hips steady.

"Three years ago, when Master conquered the Fragrance Melody Sect, I thought I was a proud Sect Leader too," Hua Yimei purred, running her fingernails teasingly up Red-Scale Matriarch’s sensitive inner thigh toward her neatly bare, pink jade mound while Hua Ling’er leaned in to kiss the Matriarch’s right hip. "And look at Sister Binglan and Sister Mengqi standing right there—one was the haughty Palace Mistress of the Ice Heart Palace, and the other was the untouchable Sword Fairy! Once Master drives that Heavenly Yang rod into your belly and feeds you a drop of his divine essence, you’ll be wagging your tail and begging for his seed louder than all of us!"

"Take your hands off my legs, you shameless human bitches—!" Red-Scale Matriarch hissed, thrashing her hips—only to freeze mid-curse as Wang Jian knelt between her spread knees and raised his right hand.

At the tip of Wang Jian’s right index finger condensed a single, radiant emerald droplet of Nascent-Soul-empowered Verdant Eternal Spring Essence.

The moment that concentrated fragrance of ten-thousand-year primordial wood-life vitality drifted across the platform, Red-Scale Matriarch’s entire body went rigid!

To a human cultivator, Verdant Eternal Spring Essence was a priceless healing and herb-maturing treasure; but to an ancient Grade 8 Demon Beast whose entire evolution depended on devouring pure natural vitality of heaven and earth to cleanse its bloodline, that emerald droplet smelled like the legendary Immortal Dew of the Primordial World!

Without her conscious mind even giving permission, Red-Scale Matriarch’s vertical golden-red pupils dilated wide, her nostrils flared, and a deep, involuntary shudder of primal bloodline hunger rippled down her spine—causing a glistening bead of hot, scarlet-tinted Yin dew to well up directly between the soft, pink petals of her lower entrance!

"Smells good, doesn’t it?" Wang Jian murmured, leaning forward over her chained, writhing body and bringing his glowing emerald fingertip right up to her parted, trembling lips. "Swallow this drop of Verdant Eternal Spring Essence, and it will not only shield your heart meridian while we pull the frost spike out—it will purify ten percent of the ancient flood-dragon bloodline sleeping in your veins."

Red-Scale Matriarch stared at the emerald droplet half an inch from her mouth. Her proud mind screamed at her to spit in his face, yet her frost-tortured Grade 8 Demon Core and her primordial beast instincts howled with an unbearable, mouth-watering craving for that pure life-force.

When Wang Jian pressed his fingertip against her lower lip, her pink, slightly forked serpent tongue darted out almost on its own—lapping the emerald droplet off his finger and swallowing it down her throat with a soft, desperate whimper!

HUMMMMMM!

The instant the droplet of Verdant Eternal Spring Essence slid down into her chest, a warm, soothing wave of pure emerald vitality washed over her frozen heart meridian. At the same time, however, the life-essence ignited the natural, fiery estrus heat of her Scarlet Flood-Serpent bloodline that had been suppressed by the frost poison!

Red-Scale Matriarch gasped aloud, her pale cheeks and bare breasts flushing a vivid, burning crimson as her body temperature spiked. Between her spread, chained thighs, her previously dry jade gate suddenly soaked through with hot, slippery serpent nectar!

"Look between her legs, Master!" Shen Mengqi breathed from the right side of the platform, her own eyes glazing with lust as she reached down to stroke Red-Scale Matriarch’s slick, hot labia with two fingers. "Just one drop of your Verdant Eternal Spring Essence triggered a Scarlet Flood-Serpent’s mating heat! Her core is dripping like a hot spring!"

"No... stop touching me there!" Red-Scale Matriarch panted, her voice losing half its bite as a mortifying, molten ache spread through her womb, making her wide, curvy hips roll involuntarily against Shen Mengqi’s fingers. "What... what did you feed me, human?! Why is my lower belly burning like this?!"

"Your body knows what it needs to survive, even if your mouth is still stubborn," Wang Jian growled, grabbing Red-Scale Matriarch’s wide, scale-marked hips with both large, calloused hands. "Binglan—begin pulling the frost spike from her left breast. I am going to melt the roots from below."

"Yes, Master," Su Binglan said, kneeling beside Red-Scale Matriarch’s left shoulder and placing two fingers glowing with Grand Yin Ice Flame around the dark-blue ice stub on the Matriarch’s left breast.

Between Red-Scale Matriarch’s spread, chained thighs, Wang Jian did not waste another breath on gentle coaxing.

Lining the swollen, scorching crown of his thick manhood up with the soaking wet, tight entrance of the three-hundred-year-old virgin Serpent Matriarch, Wang Jian gripped her lush, juicy hips with bruising force and slammed his pelvis straight forward to the hilt in a single, merciless thrust!

SCHLUCK—SMACK!

"GAAAAAH—! HNNNNGH!"

Red-Scale Matriarch threw her crimson-haired head back against the black tiger-furs, a raw, ear-piercing scream of shock, pain, and overwhelming, mind-shattering heat tearing from her throat as Wang Jian’s massive Nascent Soul rod tore straight through her maiden barrier and buried itself all the way to the mouth of her womb!

For a three-hundred-year-old Grade 8 Scarlet Flood-Serpent whose human body had never once been touched by a male, the sheer physical size of Wang Jian’s manhood—combined with the volcanic, pure Heavenly Yang Qi pouring directly out of his shaft into her freezing pelvic meridians—was like having a red-hot pillar of sun-iron driven into the heart of a glacier!

Her newly molted inner walls were unimaginably hot, wet, and tight, lined with delicate, muscular serpentine ridges that clamped and rippled around Wang Jian’s shaft with the crushing force of a coiling python!

"So tight..." Wang Jian groaned deeply, the veins on his muscular neck and arms standing out as the virgin Grade 8 Serpent Matriarch’s inner passage squeezed his length ten times harder than any human woman could without training.

He did not stop to let her catch her breath. To melt the frozen blood roots wrapped around the Soul-Corroding Frost Spike in her chest before Su Binglan pulled it out, he needed to drive a continuous, roaring furnace of Heavenly Yang Qi straight up her central meridian channel!

Bracing his knees on the tiger-furs while Hua Yimei, Hua Ling’er, and Shen Mengqi held Red-Scale Matriarch’s thrashing thighs open, Wang Jian reached forward with his right hand to roughly seize her uninjured, massive right breast—kneading the soft, newly molted flesh with bruising force—and began hammering his hips into her soaking core with savage, relentless power!

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Every heavy, bone-shaking thrust of Wang Jian’s hips slammed against Red-Scale Matriarch’s round, upturned buttocks, sending waves of scorching golden-violet Yang fire surging out of his rod, through her womb, and straight up into her chest!

Inside Red-Scale Matriarch’s torso, wherever Wang Jian’s pure Heavenly Yang Qi and lingering Verdant Eternal Spring Essence passed, the black-blue veins of Heavenly Tide True Monarch’s three-hundred-year frost poison sizzled and melted away like thin snow under a summer sun—replaced by an unbearable, mind-melting wave of carnal pleasure that turned every nerve in her newly molted skin into liquid fire!

"Stop... haaah... stop pounding so deep!" Red-Scale Matriarch sobbed, her fierce curses breaking into ragged, shameless moans as her massive breasts bounced wildly on her chest and her chained wrists pulled taut against the Abyssal Star-Iron cuffs. "You’re hitting my womb on every stroke... nngh! Why does a human male’s Yang Qi feel so hot?! My core... my Grade 8 Demon Core is drinking it in on its own!"

"Because Master possesses the supreme Heavenly Yang Divine Physique," Mu Lianhua whispered seductively into Red-Scale Matriarch’s ear from the head of the platform, leaning down in her sheer crimson wrap so her own huge, bare breasts brushed against the Matriarch’s flushed cheek while her fingers stroked the Matriarch’s magma-red hair. "Stop fighting it, Sister Serpent. Open your central meridian channel and wrap your legs around Master’s waist—the deeper you take his rod, the faster the frost poison melts!"

Beside her left shoulder, Su Binglan watched the black-blue frost veins on the Matriarch’s left breast rapidly recede under the internal assault of Wang Jian’s Yang fire.

"The frozen blood roots around her heart meridian have melted by half, Master!" Su Binglan reported, her own breathing growing heavy and rapid as she watched Wang Jian’s thick shaft piston in and out of the Serpent Matriarch’s dripping pink core inches away. "Give her twenty more full-powered strokes and pour another drop of Verdant Eternal Spring Essence into her mouth—I can pull the barbed tip out on the twentieth stroke!"

"Heard that, little snake?" Wang Jian growled, leaning his muscular torso down over Red-Scale Matriarch’s heaving chest and pressing his thumb carrying a second glowing emerald drop of Verdant Eternal Spring Essence straight into her open, moaning mouth while accelerating the brutal rhythm of his hips to a blinding blur!

SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK!

Red-Scale Matriarch sucked greedily on Wang Jian’s thumb without a shred of her former pride left, swallowing the second drop of emerald life-essence as her vertical golden-red eyes rolled back in her head!

Under the combined bombardment of the Verdant Eternal Spring Essence in her mouth, Wang Jian’s rough hand mauling her right breast, and his iron-hard manhood relentlessly hammering the deepest spot of her virgin womb, the proud Early Grade 8 Demon Beast sovereign shattered completely.

On the twentieth earth-shaking thrust, as Wang Jian buried himself to the absolute base and released a scorching, massive torrent of golden-violet Nascent Soul Yang essence straight into her womb and up into her heart meridian, Su Binglan pinched the blue ice-stub with two frost-wrapped fingers and yanked upward!

SHLUCK—DING!

With the frozen blood roots melted away from the inside by Wang Jian’s climax, the two-inch barbed tip of the Soul-Corroding Frost Spike slid cleanly out of Red-Scale Matriarch’s left breast in a tiny puff of harmless blue mist—and under the immediate nourishment of the Verdant Eternal Spring Essence, the puncture wound on her creamy left breast closed and healed into flawless, unblemished pink skin within three breaths!

"AAAAAH—HNNNNNGH!"

Freed from the soul-freezing agony of the frost spike at the exact instant Wang Jian flooded her womb with scorching Yang seed, Red-Scale Matriarch arched her spine six inches off the tiger-furs in a catastrophic, earth-shattering first climax! Her inner serpentine ridges spasmed like a vise around Wang Jian’s pulsing shaft, squirting a geyser of hot, fragrant scarlet-pink Yin essence across his abdomen and thighs as her mind went completely blank with pleasure!

And in that exact three-breath window while her spiritual sea lay wide open, defenseless, and intoxicated by the peak of her climax and her bloodline healing, Wang Jian pressed his right index finger squarely against the center of her sweaty forehead.

"Heart-Parasite Demonic Seal—Brand!"

A concentrated, black-gold rune of the Stellar Demonic Meridian Scripture—fused with a drop of Wang Jian’s Nascent Soul blood and a wisp of Verdant Eternal Spring Essence—slipped straight through her brow into the core of her Nascent-Soul-tier serpent consciousness, wrapping around her three-inch scarlet Infant Soul and her Early Grade 8 Demon Core in an unbreakable, deeply pleasurable bond of absolute submission!

That first night was only the beginning of the three-month taming inside the Crimson-Jade Prison Vault.

Unlike human female cultivators whose pride was rooted in sect morality and social status, a Grade 8 Demon Beast sovereign worshiped raw bloodline supremacy, physical dominance, and spiritual nourishment above all else.

Once the Soul-Corroding Frost Spike was removed and the Heart-Parasite Demonic Seal took root in her soul, Red-Scale Matriarch realized that not only had Wang Jian defeated her cleanly in close combat, his Heavenly Yang Divine Physique and his Verdant Eternal Spring Essence were slowly awakening the dormant True Flood-Dragon Bloodline inside her Grade 8 Demon Core!

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