Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist Chapter 967: Mother-Daughter Serve Together

Several days had elapsed since the event at the Spirit Water Springs, transforming the mood in the Orchid Palace from majestic command to a suffocating, covert tyranny. Peaceful nights were a thing of the past; they now brimmed with the dense, musky aroma from the Sect Leader's intimate chambers, a haven that had been utterly violated. The old protective wards, originally designed to bar outsiders, now fulfilled a sinister role: sealing in the cries of ecstasy and the echoes of complete mastery.

The Hour of the Rat was well underway. A full moon loomed overhead, quietly observing as its silvery rays filtered through the elaborate window lattices. Those beams lit up the vast bed where Hua Yimei, the mightiest figure in the Fragrance Melody Sect, knelt submissively, transformed into an instrument for a man's cravings.

Hua Yimei lay bare. Her form, typically swathed in protective silks and ornate garments that inspired awe from multitudes, now faced the chilly night breeze and the intense stare from the man positioned behind her. She occupied the bed's middle, elbows pressed into the silken bedding, hips elevated prominently in an act of utter, habitual yielding. Her loosened, untamed hair tumbled across her shoulders, clinging to the perspiration that sheened her back like an extra layer.

Wang Jian positioned himself behind her. His fingers clamped onto her broad, shapely hips with a grip like steel clamps, thumbs pressing into the yielding flesh, creating pale imprints that gradually flushed crimson. He plunged deeply into her, setting a pace that was unhurried, intentional, and relentlessly profound.

Slap... Slap... Slap...

The impact of his hips against her rear filled the quiet room, amplified by the night's hush.

"I serve as the Sect Leader..." Hua Yimei mused, her thoughts wandering amid a fog of bliss and spiritual force. "I possess Core Formation prowess. Yet... I amount to merely a holder for his cock."

Resistance was absent from her mind. Any opposition had been eradicated from her. The Stellar Yang Qi that Wang Jian had infused into her over recent days had embedded itself profoundly in her core. Her meridians, previously defiant against external energies, now hummed with vitality whenever he entered her. Her physique had been trained, shattered, and remolded to fit him perfectly. At this moment, even as her consciousness drifted in the void of capitulation, her inner muscles gripped his enormous cock, drawing him in with an instinctive, rhythmic pull that she no longer resisted—or desired to.

"You're gripping me so firmly this evening, Hua Yimei," Wang Jian murmured, his tone a deep vibration close to her ear that sparked tremors along her spine. He bent over her, his wide, toned chest flush against her damp back, one hand sliding forward to grasp a full breast.

It felt weighty, heated, and remarkably yielding. He compressed it, observing the fair skin overflow between his shadowed digits. He assessed its heft, massaging the pliant texture, tweaking the erect nipple. "Does it please you? Speak up."

Hua Yimei pressed her lips together, attempting to stifle the groan, but he drove in more forcefully, striking a sensitive point deep in her core that ignited bursts of bright light in her vision.

"Yes..." she breathed, her words heavy with desire. "Master... it feels wonderful... ah! Deeper, please!"

Wang Jian grinned slyly. He relished this—the utter downfall of her pride. The esteemed leader during daylight, the compliant temptress after dark. She had progressed beyond mere endurance; she was hooked on him. Her cultivation now depended on his Yang essence, and her form yearned for the satisfaction only he offered.

Yet this night, he sought beyond mere bodily relief. He desired a spectacle. He yearned for the complete ruin of her realm and the ultimate seizure of the Fragrance Melody Sect.

Without faltering in his steady motion, Wang Jian extended his spiritual awareness. He triggered a communication jade slip concealed in his spatial ring. He dispatched a precise message, not to a far-off companion, but to a chamber directly across the palace yard.

"Ling'er," his mental tone conveyed, warm, pressing, and commanding—the tone of the savior she cherished. "I'm engaged in crafting a pill to advance your cultivation. I'm short on a key ingredient. I require a scarce Spirit-Heart Herb. Your mother stores some in her personal storage in her bedchamber. Could you retrieve it for me right away? It's vital for the pill's effectiveness."

In her chamber, Hua Ling emerged from meditation. She recognized the voice of her adored Young Master Wang. Her pulse quickened. He labored into the late hours? For her growth?

"He's incredibly devoted," Hua Ling reflected, her face warming with fondness. "He considers me even at this time. I have to assist him."

She didn't ponder why he directed her to her mother's quarters so late. To her, Wang Jian embodied the rescuer who preserved her, the gentleman vowed to wed her. His request was absolute. She swiftly threw on a thin outer garment over her nightdress and dashed from her room, holding a little basket, keen to aid him.

Returning to the Sect Leader's sleeping area, Wang Jian sensed the girl's approach via his spiritual perception. The strategy's components aligned. The trap quivered as the prey drew near.

He glanced down at Hua Yimei. She was immersed in the ecstasy's blur, eyes unfocused, lips parted in quiet gasps as saliva gathered on the cushion. He tightened his hold on her midsection.

"Brace yourself, Hua Yimei," he breathed, although she grasped not his intent.

He extended his spiritual intent toward the room's protective arrays. The containment barrier, which trapped all noises and energy pulses, wavered. He avoided deactivating it fully; instead, he tuned it expertly. He reduced its strength sufficiently to permit sounds from the hallway to enter, and intense noises—like shrieks or groans—to escape.

Next, he altered his tempo. He abandoned the languid, probing cadence for a savage, beastly onslaught.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

The volume in the chamber surged threefold. The slick collision of damp skin was lewd. Hua Yimei yelped, her head whipping side to side. "Ah! Master! Too profound! You're tearing me apart!"

"Endure it," Wang Jian snarled, raising his palm to strike her rear sharply. The skin quivered from the blow. "Take it all. Reveal to me the true depths of the Sect Leader's depravity."

"I am... ah! Your slut!" she cried, thrusting backward against him, craving further contact.

Abruptly, the patter of swift, soft steps resounded from the hallway beyond. They neared steadily.

Hua Yimei's eyes flew wide. The lustful mist cleared, supplanted by icy, piercing dread. She identified those steps. She had heard them for eighteen years. They belonged to the one she treasured above all.

"Ling'er?" she pondered, her heart halting.

She attempted to retreat, to flee from Wang Jian, but his cock remained fully sheathed, holding her fast. "Someone... someone's approaching... Master, halt... please stop!"

Wang Jian persisted. He locked his arm around her waist like an iron shackle, immobilizing her. "No. It's merely Ling'er."

The name struck her like a solid strike.

"Ling'er?!" Hua Yimei screamed, her tone fracturing. "No! No! She mustn't witness this! She mustn't learn! Release me! I implore you!"

She flailed desperately, nails raking the silk linens, shredding them. If her daughter beheld her thus—bare, arched, assaulted by the man her child adored—it would end her. It would shatter the final vestige of esteem her daughter retained for her. It would expose the extent of her corruption.

"Let her witness," Wang Jian hissed near her ear, his words shadowy and mesmerizing. "Let her behold her mother reveling in the man she adores. Let her see the true ruler of this palace. Let her observe the fate of her legacy."

"No!" Hua Yimei sobbed, her frame quaking.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The raps on the sturdy wooden portal were hesitant yet distinct.

"Mother?" Hua Ling's voice penetrated the barrier, subdued but discernible. "Are you up? Young Master Wang dispatched me... he requires a herb..."

Hua Yimei stiffened. Wang Jian had summoned her? This formed a snare. A ruthless, malevolent snare aimed to demolish all she cherished.

Wang Jian drove into her forcefully, his pelvis crashing against hers. "Respond to her," he ordered. "Instruct her to enter."

"I can't..." Hua Yimei wept, denying with her head.

"Refuse," Wang Jian murmured, dipping to nip her neck, imprinting a lasting bruise, "and I'll vanish out there instantly, bare, coated in your essence on my cock, and claim her in the passage while you observe. I'll tear her garment and seize her innocence before the sentries. Is that your desire?"

The warning immobilized her. The reasoning of the defeated prevailed.

"He'll corrupt her," Hua Yimei contemplated, her psyche splintering beneath the strain. "He'll compel her. However... if she views this... if she sees me in this state... she'll recoil. She'll despise me. Yet she'll also perceive him truly... a debauchee... a suitor bedding her mother. Perhaps... perhaps she'll cease adoring him. Perhaps she'll flee. It might rescue her from his grasp."

It constituted a warped, frantic aspiration, but it was her sole option. She needed to embody the fiend to shield her child from the fiend.

"Respond," Wang Jian demanded, circling his hips to tease her vulnerable area.

"Come in..." Hua Yimei uttered hoarsely, tears tracing her cheeks, her tone quivering with blended ecstasy and ruin.

Beyond, Hua Ling paused. Her mother's reply sounded odd. Tense. Was illness afflicting her? Or harm?

Concerned, Hua Ling nudged the door ajar.

"Mother, are you fine? I—"

The portal widened. Hallway illumination flooded the shadowy space, spotlighting the bed as if a theater.

Hua Ling halted. The basket slipped from her grasp, landing with a muted thump.

The vista seared into her sight without delay.

Her mother, the Sect Leader, the idol she revered, sprawled nude on the bed, supported on hands and knees. Her thighs parted broadly, fair complexion tinged rosy with fervor. And trailing her, posed like a shadowy deity, stood Wang Jian. He was unclad, his sculpted back gleaming with moisture. He embedded himself profoundly within her mother, their pelvises joined.

As the entrance parted, Wang Jian refused to cease. He avoided hasty concealment. Rather, a frenzied, victorious smile lit his features. He seized Hua Yimei's hips and unleashed three swift, savage plunges that rattled the bed.

"Ah! Ah! Ahhh!" Hua Yimei exclaimed sharply, neck arched backward, ample breasts swaying from the force. Her cry blended agony, humiliation, and irrefutable, disloyal delight.

Hua Ling remained in the threshold, lips agape, breath stolen. Her reality fragmented into countless sharp shards. The champion she cherished... and the parent she honored...

"Mother...?" she murmured, scarcely heard. "Young Master...?"

Wang Jian eased his pace yet remained sheathed in Hua Yimei, lodged in her heat. He pivoted his head gradually to regard Hua Ling across his shoulder. His demeanor showed no remorse. It displayed sorrowful acceptance, as though he suffered from a grave error.

"Ah, Ling'er," Wang Jian exhaled, his speech even and composed. "You witness? I attempted to withstand. But your mother... she acted against me."

Hua Ling gazed at him, eyes broad and moist. "What...?"

"She enticed me," Wang Jian fabricated, the phrases gliding like toxic nectar. "She lured me here pretending to address sect safeguards. Upon my arrival... she presented herself thus. She claimed loneliness. She stated widowhood had endured too long. She pleaded... pleaded for what I vowed to you."

Hua Yimei wept into the fabrics, form shuddering. She caught the falsehoods. She longed to proclaim the reality. She yearned to inform her daughter of his violation, her subjugation, her bondage. But she recalled his vow. "Only if Ling'er desires him and beseeches him would he claim her." If Hua Ling loathed him, recoiled from this, safety awaited.

Thus, Hua Yimei remained mute. She permitted the deception to persist. Her frame spasmed around his cock, sinews clutching him reflexively, extracting him, validating his claim to her aghast child.

Wang Jian trailed a palm along Hua Yimei's spine, tapping her rear gently. "Observe her form, Ling'er. See those breasts. They're exquisite... so alluring. She masters their use. She rubbed them on me. She ignited my desire. I believe... she deployed some arousing incense on me. As a man... I couldn't defy such a ripe, needy physique."

Hua Ling regarded her mother. She noted the heated flush, the dampness, the manner her mother accepted him, the slick noises of their union.

"Mother..." Hua Ling's tone quavered with disloyalty. "How could you?!"

"But..." Wang Jian interjected gently, his gaze fixing on Hua Ling's with profound, heartfelt intensity. "My heart remains yours, Ling'er. This... this is mere carnality. It signifies naught. It's simply a lustful exchange she imposed on me."

Hua Ling viewed him, eager to trust. He was her champion. He had preserved her existence. Her mother... her mother enforced the figure of virtue, propriety. And now, she usurped her child's paramour, employing her allure to captivate him.

"You were aware!" Hua Ling shrieked at Hua Yimei, tears cascading. "You knew my love for him! What of Father? How dare you defile Father's legacy thus? With my beloved?!"

The reference to her departed spouse wounded Hua Yimei more than any blade. She shut her eyes, craving demise. Yet she needed to fulfill her role. She required becoming the antagonist to repel her daughter. She sacrificed their bond to preserve her daughter's chastity.

"Depart, Ling'er!" Hua Yimei rasped, compelling her voice to stern authority, despite the penetration from rear. "He belongs to me! Keep distant! As Sect Leader... I claim my desires! You're merely youthful... you can't gratify him as I do! Behold me!"

She curved her spine, driving her rear against Wang Jian, eliciting a groan of bliss from her lips.

Wang Jian chuckled, a subdued, ominous rumble. He savored the display thoroughly. He struck Hua Yimei's rear firmly, causing the skin to undulate.

"Observe?" Wang Jian addressed Hua Ling. "She's territorial. She aims to hoard me solely."

He withdrew from Hua Yimei gradually, the noise sodden and indecent. He rotated completely toward the entrance, his substantial cock swinging, slick with secretions—hers. He faced Hua Ling with a frosty, scheming look.

"If you exit now, Ling'er," Wang Jian stated evenly, "if you pass that threshold... I'll embrace her proposal. I'll channel all my affection, all my vigor, toward Hua Yimei. I'll linger in this chamber. I'll impregnate her. I'll swell her womb until she bears me a dozen heirs to supplant my feelings for you. Is that your wish? To be supplanted by your mother?"

The demand lingered, oppressive and choking.

Hua Ling fixed on him. The notion of his devotion to her mother, of offspring with her mother while she was discarded... it formed an unbearable horror. Her fixation on him, nurtured meticulously over months, triggered a mental rupture. Her envy ignited, consuming her rationality.

She collapsed to her knees at the entrance, face buried in palms, sobbing hysterically. Confusion, pain, and fear of his loss overwhelmed her.

"No..." she wailed. "No... don't abandon me... don't supplant me..."

"Then what?" Wang Jian queried, descending the bed and advancing. He paused paces distant, towering over her, nude and dominant. "What course should I take? Your mother tenders her form willingly. She satisfies me. What do you tender?"

"What... what must I do?" Hua Ling raised her gaze, eyes crimson and puffy, pleading for guidance. "How do I reclaim your affection? How do I draw your gaze anew?"

Wang Jian peered down, eyes dark and entrancing. He extended a hand to stroke her hair.

"Undress," he breathed.

Hua Ling recoiled. "Undress?"

"Your mother stands bare for me," Wang Jian noted, indicating the bed where Hua Yimei wept. "She reveals all. She withholds nothing. To rival... to demonstrate greater love... you must disrobe too. You must expose your essence and form. You must prove your readiness to yield everything."

"No!" Hua Yimei howled from the bed, comprehending her scheme's dire failure. She endeavored to rise. "No! Ling'er, flee! Escape! Ignore him! He's deceiving!"

Wang Jian whirled. He employed no limbs. He released a surge of Stellar Qi that hurled Hua Yimei back to the bedding, securing her outstretched.

"Silence, slut," he growled. "Your moment passed. Now observe."

He faced Hua Ling again. "Well? She's scheming to banish you to reclaim me alone. Will you permit it?"

Hua Ling eyed her mother, restrained and yelling for flight. But in her warped, controlled psyche, she perceived a competitor seeking to oust the foe. She viewed a betrayer of father and child to monopolize the champion.

"No," Hua Ling murmured, tone firming with brittle, fractured determination. "I won't allow her victory. I adore you, Young Master."

She rose. Her fingers trembled fiercely. She grasped her outer robe's tie.

She loosened it. The robe dropped to the ground.

She donned a light blue silk nightgown. She tugged at the ties.

"Refrain, Ling'er!" Hua Yimei lamented, resisting the unseen force. "He's ruining you! I beg!"

Hua Ling disregarded. She slid the gown off. It gathered at her feet.

She posed nude in her mother's chamber doorway. Her physique was youthful, taut, and lovely—a sharp divergence from her mother's ripe, abundant contours. Her breasts stood firm and spherical, waist slender beyond measure, skin flawless. The shadowed patch at her thighs remained pristine.

She quivered in the brisk air, arms folding over her bosom naturally.

"I... I've bared myself," she whispered, gazing