Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist Chapter 960: Enjoying Sect Leader Hua Yimei

The chill from the sea spray bit deep, yet the blood smeared across the sharp-edged rocks burned with fierce heat. Sect Leader Hua Yimei slumped broken on the merciless dark boulders, her breaths ragged and soaked with moisture. The bone-anchor unleashed by Old Monster Crimson Shark had pierced her sound shield and smashed her ribs along the left. Each breath dragged like a razor-sharp blade carving through her chest.

Amid the fog of agony and the odd, searing warmth starting to muddle her thoughts, she spotted the monster's silhouette towering above. The Crimson Shark bared his fangs in a wicked smile, saliva dripping from the jagged edges, as his claw extended to seize what he'd won.

'Is this the end?' Hua Yimei pondered, hopelessness tearing at her spirit. 'My girl captured... my sect without a guide... and me, reduced to a toy for some fiend?'

Suddenly, thunder cracked from the skies.

A streak of dark starlight, weighted like a peak and keen as a blade, plunged down from the raging clouds. It slammed into the rocks between her and the monster's grasping claw with a thunderous crash. The blast hurled the Mid-Stage Core Formation beast backward, forcing him to shield his gaze from the flying shards.

A silhouette dropped into the swirling dust. His dark robes whipped wildly in the spirit gale, and his blade, cloaked in shadowy cosmic power, vibrated with a fearsome hum. He positioned himself with his back to her, forming an unyielding barrier separating the lovely woman from the savage.

"Back off from her," Wang Jian declared, his tone icy as the ocean's abyss.

Hua Yimei's sight blurred, tears of gratitude mixing with the crimson streaks on her cheeks. "Deacon... Wang?"

The Crimson Shark bellowed, steadying himself. "You?! Some puny Foundation Establishment worm thinks he can meddle? I'll grind your bones to dust!"

He conjured a huge blood-shark form and hurled it toward Wang Jian.

Wang Jian stood firm without a twitch. He made no move to parry with his sword. Rather, his palm flashed, dipping into his storage ring. Out came a bundle of golden slips—premium Flash-Void Talismans, snatched from Iron-Blood Hall's vault and tweaked by Yue Lingshan.

"Shut your eyes!" Wang Jian yelled at Hua Yimei.

He smashed the bundle.

FLASH.

A searing, total white blaze burst forth, outshining a legion of suns. It came with a piercing wail that overwhelmed senses across five miles. Demonic creatures wailed, flailing in the waves, their sharp perceptions backfiring. The Crimson Shark howled in torment, hands over his eyes as his spirit sense got blinded short-term by the wild void force from the talismans.

In that instant of turmoil, Wang Jian dashed forward.

He lifted Hua Yimei into his embrace. Despite her lush figure, she felt featherlight, her form slack against his torso.

"Hang in there," he murmured.

He launched from the rocks, his shape streaking as he triggered Void-Merging Breath. He didn't soar off; he sped into the frenzied brawl where Mu Lianhua was "caught."

"Elder Mu! Strike now!" Wang Jian sent his voice booming.

Mu Lianhua, who'd been staging a top-notch act of battling the water bindings, surged her presence at once. She snapped the chains—she could've anytime—and mimicked a huge rebound, coughing up a gush of blood.

"I... I'm loose!" she panted, appearing drained.

Wang Jian seized her arm with his spare hand. From his sleeve, he drew a scroll—a Thousand-Mile Teleportation Scroll. An old, one-shot getaway tool he'd held for a crisis, or more like an abduction.

He ripped the seal.

Space twisted. A whirl of silver glow engulfed them right as the Crimson Shark's sight returned.

"NO!" the fiend thundered, his strike slamming empty space where they'd been a heartbeat prior. "Hunt them! Rip the seas open!"

The whirl of far-flung teleport felt dizzying, like being crushed through a coil of warped radiance. When reality clicked back, the din of combat and metallic tang vanished.

They appeared in a moist, quiet cavern. The atmosphere hung cool, carrying scents of brine and rock. This spot was a hidden, empty isle rock far south of Thundering Amber Isle, a bolt-hole Wang Jian had mapped and set up weeks back for this very scheme.

Wang Jian wobbled, pretending fatigue from the shift, and eased Hua Yimei down onto a smooth, mossy ledge at the cave's heart.

Mu Lianhua slumped close by, propped on the wall, her bosom rising and falling fast. "I... I pushed too far... my soul's trembling..." she breathed, lids drooping as she faked a blackout to leave Wang Jian alone.

Wang Jian brushed her off, aware she was okay. All his attention fixed on the Sect Leader.

"Sect Leader," Wang Jian urged, dropping to one knee by her. "We're secure. But your wounds..."

Hua Yimei rested on the rock, her complexion ashen like old paper. Crimson soaked her graceful rose garments, ripped along the flank where the bone-anchor hit. Her breaths came faint and gurgling.

Yet something more stirred. Her flesh glowed with an eerie, heated pink. Sweat beads trailed her throat, gathering in the profound cleft of her enormous bosom. Her gaze wandered, misty, brimming with a bewildering, fiery urge.

The Yin-Yang Harmony Dust kicked in.

"So hot..." Hua Yimei groaned, fingers fumbling feebly at her neckline. "My veins... they're on fire..."

Wang Jian felt her pulse. Inside, his smirk turned savage. The lust potion packed a punch. Crafted to dissolve even a Core Formation expert's control, bending them to raw desire. He figured she'd plead soon, grasp at him for ease.

'Ideal,' he mused. 'Hurt, exposed, dosed. The fruit's mine for the taking.'

"You've been poisoned, Sect Leader," Wang Jian claimed, faking worry in his tone. "That fiend's fog... it's a strong Yang venom. Without flushing it..."

He extended to brush her brow, anticipating her press into it.

But Hua Yimei's eyes flared wide. Amid the lust fog and hurt, a flame of unyielding dignity sparked.

"No!" she choked. She bit her lip hard, the sting buying her a flash of sense. "I... won't... surrender!"

Her shaky fingers delved into her shredded robe, drawing a delicate jade amulet nestled in her cleavage. It throbbed with icy azure glow.

'What's that?' Wang Jian pondered, gaze sharpening.

"Heavenly Frost... Purify!" Hua Yimei croaked.

She shattered the amulet.

SHING!

A dazzling chill burst from her grip. It surged over her frame, seeping through her skin, icing the cavern's air. The frosty blue clashed against her rosy tint.

Vapor steamed off her as the Heavenly Frost Purifying Talisman—a clan relic for dire straits—battled the lust drug.

The toxin crumbled. The old frost qi brutally drove out the invaders. The weird blush drained from Hua Yimei's skin, leaving her wan and quaking, but sharp-minded.

She hacked, spewing rose-streaked blood. "I... I'm... clear..."

Wang Jian gaped at her, truly stunned. He'd overlooked such a top-tier anti-venom heirloom. The potion vanished. The quick seduction path dissolved.

Still, as the icy gleam dimmed, truth hit. The charm purged the venom, but ignored her bodily harm. Worse, the fierce purge worsened her busted ribs and torn channels.

Hua Yimei strained to rise, but a wail of torment burst free. She flopped back on the rock, frozen.

"My... my Qi..." she murmured, dread in her stare. "My meridians... sealed. Can't... budge."

Wang Jian rose deliberately. He peered down at the lovely, shattered lady. The fake worry on his features vanished, swapped for a chill, scheming veil.

'Plan A flopped,' he reflected, eyes scanning her defenseless shape. 'She ditched the drug. Brave. But foolish.'

His view lingered on her rising chest, her exposed state.

'Plan B then.'

"Sect Leader," Wang Jian uttered, his voice shifting. Gone was the underling's tone. Now it rang with command. "That was some mighty charm. You banished the mind venom."

"Yes..." Hua Yimei rasped. "We have to... get back to the sect. Need... healers."

"Return's impossible," Wang Jian stated bluntly. "Crimson Shark scans the heavens. Step out, and he'll detect us. Elder Mu's down. You're lame. We're stuck."

Hua Yimei shut her eyes, tears spilling. "Then... we hold out. My girl... Ling’er..."

"Your girl's time runs short for waiting," Wang Jian hammered.

Hua Yimei's eyes snapped open. "What?"

"Chen Ying's guard array," Wang Jian fibbed slickly. "Tough, sure. But versus a Mid-Stage Core Formation foe and beast swarm? Two days tops. Three if lucky. Miss the rescue... and the shield breaks."

He bent nearer, his shade draping her. "You know the Crimson Shark's plans for Hua Ling. Demons and pretty captives... you get it."

Hua Yimei sobbed, frame shuddering. "No... mercy... must save her..."

"You can't," Wang Jian snapped harsh. "See yourself. Can't rise. Meridians fracturing. Natural recovery? Hua Ling's ruined in demon clutches by then."

"Any... any path?" she pleaded, eyes desperate on him.

"One path exists," Wang Jian replied.

He advanced, looming by the ledge.

"I hold a hidden art," he claimed, the deceit flowing smooth. "My build... special. I train the Stellar Yang Body. My core... my Yang force... it's a mighty boost for females. Like fluid cultivation gain."

His stare wandered her form, ravenous and bold. "Heals wounds on the spot. Mends meridians. Could even boost you to Mid-Stage Core Formation."

Hua Yimei gazed at him, hope clashing with bewilderment. "Pass it... hand it over... name your price..."

"No palm transfer," Wang Jian interrupted. "Needs profound link inside. Yin-Yang fuse at the root."

He halted, letting the hint linger in the humid space.

"Dual Cultivation's required. We must couple."

The cave's hush rang loud.

Hua Yimei fixed on him. Hope fled her eyes, shock taking hold, then blazing wrath.

"What?" she breathed.

"I must penetrate you," Wang Jian explained, tone detached but sinister. "To flood my Yang core straight into your Yin hub."

"How dare you!" Hua Yimei shrieked, voice breaking. She swung to strike, but her limb rose barely before dropping limp. "Sect Leader of Fragrance Melody Sect! Your senior! Such depravity! I'd die first before your stain!"

"Would you?" Wang Jian queried coolly. He started loosening his belt. Leather rasped through buckle in the still cave.

"Die yourself? Or let your daughter perish?"

The belt clattered down.

"Picture Hua Ling, Yimei. Trapped in that den, shield failing. Calling for mother."

"Cease!" Hua Yimei cried. "Stop! You're a monster! Exploiting me!"

"I'm giving an out," Wang Jian replied icy. "Can't take Crimson Shark solo. Elder Mu's sidelined. You're our shot. Stay hurt, Hua Ling's gone. Basic math."

He neared, shins brushing the ledge.

"Won't consent for you? I'll decide. For sect. For Hua Ling."

"No!" Hua Yimei's eyes bulged in dread, grasping he wasn't requesting. Declaring. "You can't! Away! I command halt!"

She strained for Qi, to hurl him off, but her dantian knotted in torment. Blood coughed up, helpless.

"Commands worthless here," Wang Jian said. He clutched her shredded battle robes' front.

RIIIIIP.

With a savage yank, he shredded the cloth.

Hua Yimei wailed, arms twitching to shield, but too sluggish. Her stunning, ripe body bared to the clammy air.

She shone. Creamy pale skin, bruised yet radiant with cultivator vigor. Breasts immense—beyond his dreams, full and yielding, overflowing her frame, capped by broad, dusky rose peaks that stiffened in the chill. Waist plush and feminine, hips broad, built for birth—or for a lover.

"Stunning, Yimei," Wang Jian whispered, eyes shadowing with hunger. "Shame to let death claim you."

He seized her wrists. With easy power, he locked her palms overhead on the rock. She writhed faintly, weeping, head whipping side to side.

"Mercy... spare me... Wang Jian... please..." The haughty Sect Leader vanished, a scared woman left.

"Despise me fine," Wang Jian said, settling between her thighs. He skipped full undress, just baring his thick shaft. It thrust upright, veined and throbbing, a tool of takeover. "But healing comes. And daughter saved."

He spread her legs. She fought to close them, strengthless.

"No... NO!"

He plunged without pause. Aligned to her core. Dry, clenched in terror.

He drove in.

"AAAAAHHH!"

Hua Yimei shrieked, raw breach and ache, as he invaded her depths.

No tenderness marked the deed. Conquest pure. Rape masked as cure, raw power play.

Wang Jian growled sinking full. She gripped him fierce. The thrill of embedding in the Sect Leader, once high above, enthralled.

"Ease up," he ordered, clamping her hips as she bucked weakly. "Accept it."

He rocked. Gentle start, then fiercer rhythm and might.

Hua Yimei wept, tears tracing temples to locks. Eyes clamped, seeking numb escape from the truth. Failed. Overload consumed.

Wang Jian loomed vast. His girth stunned. Her lost spouse, bookish, paled. Wang Jian stuffed her full, widened her, seized long-dormant depths.

Wang Jian eyed her. Freed her hands, sure she couldn't resist. Palms claimed her breasts.

He rumbled. Perfection. His grip couldn't cover. Plush, flowing, weighty orbs of heated flesh. He kneaded hard, digits sinking, skin blooming red under force.

He dipped, nipping her peak.

Hua Yimei gasped, arching unbidden. Hurt mingled with sly jolt.

"Stop..." she mewled.

Wang Jian dismissed. He nursed her mound, tongue circling, teeth scraping the tender tip. He used her as fare, feast for his feast.

He quickened. Slap. Slap. Slap. Flesh met flesh echoing. Her form quivered per strike, huge breasts swinging hypnotic.

"Built for this," Wang Jian snarled, breath scorching her neck. "See you. Sect Leader... rutted like a harlot in a hole."

"I loathe you..." she sobbed, eyes cracking to spit hate. "I'll end you... vow it..."

"Fine," Wang Jian chuckled, slamming deeper. "Loathe away. Hate squeezes you sweet."

He took her hours. Stamina from Stellar Meridian Scripture and Phoenix Fruit endless. No weariness. He shifted, rolling her prone, yanking hips high to kneel, cheek on chill stone.

He slapped her rear. Smack. Flesh waved.

"Wail for me, Sect Leader," he demanded.

She wailed, not bliss. Agony. Fury. Shame.

At last, after ten hours' merciless drive, Hua Yimei's form collapsed. Mind blanked for shield. She blacked from flood and drain.

Wang Jian paused. Sweat beaded, breaths steady, unfinished. He withdrew, spell-cleaned. Sat by her still shape, sipping spirit brew, eyeing her breaths.

He lingered.

One hour on, Hua Yimei roused. Groan escaped, pain crashing back. Eyes peeled, praying dream.

Wang Jian sat, observing.

"Awake," he noted.

She tugged rags over bosom. "Done... you took... now mend..."

Wang Jian shook head, feigning regret.

"Failed," he lied.

"What?" Horror whispered.

"My art... needs pure shell for quick fix," he claimed, face grave in thought. "Not virgin, Yang Qi scattered before rooting your core. It escaped."

Hua Yimei stared