Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist Chapter 968: Hua Ling Loses Her Virginity

The atmosphere within the private bedroom of the Fragrance Melody Sect Leader felt dense, filled with a heavy, overpowering blend of musk, perspiration, and the faint, iron-like hint of desire. Normally a haven for spotless contemplation and seclusion, the chamber had turned into a realm of depravity, with the silk linens twisted and dirtied, and the furnishings shifted out of the way to fulfill the caprices of the pavilion's fresh overlord.

Wang Jian perched on the rim of the vast bed, his bare body shimmering softly from the leftover energy of the Stellar Demonic Meridian Scripture. His physique remained tense, his bronzed and marked skin standing in sharp opposition to the fair, fragile forms of the females now under his control. He glanced downward at the bedding, his shadowy eyes sparkling with an intricate mix of affection and ruthlessness.

Reclining against the cushions lay Hua Ling. The Young Sect Mistress appeared fully nude, her figure revealed to the chilly evening breeze. She quivered, not from the chill, but from a blend of intense anxious expectation and an instinctive dread of what lay ahead. Her complexion gleamed like unblemished porcelain, pristine and innocent. Her bosoms, smaller compared to her mother's enormous swells, stood firm and circular, crowned with light rosy peaks that stiffened beneath Wang Jian's stare. Her midsection narrowed to an extreme slimness, widening into hips that hinted at future maturity and childbearing potential without yet reaching full bloom. At the juncture of her thighs, a shadowy tuft shielded her virginity, an unbroken barrier.

She gazed upward at Wang Jian, her eyes broad and full of faith, glistening with dampness. 'He seems so enormous...' she pondered, her breathing faltering as her attention wandered to the huge arousal lying along his leg. 'Am I truly able to handle him? It resembles a tool of battle... yet he is my savior. He won't cause me harm. He vowed it.'

"You're trembling, Ling’er," Wang Jian remarked, his tone lowering to a deep, calming murmur that resonated in her core. He extended his hand, his broad palm cradling her face, his thumb wiping away a wandering droplet.

"I... I'm scared, Young Master," Hua Ling murmured, her words scarcely above a breath. "I wish to offer myself to you... but I'm unsure if I can... accommodate."

Wang Jian grinned, displaying a soft, comforting look that concealed the hunter lurking within. "Fear is expected at the start. The initial encounter marks a passage. Pain evolves into delight. Yet you're parched, my dear. Your anxiety has sealed you tight."

He tilted his head a bit, his attention moving from the pure offspring to the female positioned on her knees by the bed's side.

Hua Yimei, the Fragrance Melody Sect's Leader, had become a shadow of her past splendor. Her locks formed a disheveled snarl, clinging to her features. Her frame bore remnants of earlier exertions—perspiration, her personal excitement, and the essence Wang Jian had unleashed within her over the prior hours. She remained on her knees, forehead lowered, her will shattered by the burden of her humiliation.

"This falls on your mother," Wang Jian stated, his voice turning firm as he spoke to Hua Yimei.

Hua Yimei recoiled, lifting her gaze with lifeless, subdued eyes. "Master...?"

"You enticed me before," Wang Jian fabricated smoothly, crafting the story that chained Hua Ling to his will. "You employed your form, those vast breasts of yours, to ignite a blaze in my veins that refuses to dim. You rendered me overly rigid, too fervent. My Yang energy surges due to your wantonness. Should I claim Ling’er at this moment, under such conditions, I could shatter her."

Hua Ling inhaled sharply, eyeing her mother with combined bitterness and alarm. "Mother..."

"Still," Wang Jian pressed on, his stare fixing on Hua Yimei with an unspoken, unyielding directive. "You hold the means to remedy it. You sparked the blaze; now ready the container. Ensure your child is sufficiently moist, eased enough, to welcome me without harm."

Hua Yimei stiffened. The intent behind his words struck her immediately. It posed an indignity words could scarcely capture, a forbidden act that demolished all lines of parental duty and decorum.

'He demands that I...' Hua Yimei reflected, bile surging in her gullet. 'To my very daughter... right before his eyes...'

Yet she glanced at Hua Ling. The panic in her girl's eyes as she regarded Wang Jian's dimensions became clear. She recalled the agony of receiving him; even as an adult female, he pushed her to extremes. If he entered Hua Ling without preparation, amid his peak fervor, he would lacerate her tender areas.

'I must shield her,' Hua Yimei concluded, a grim resignation enveloping her being. 'I have to ease her path. Even if it ruins me utterly.'

"Yes, Master," Hua Yimei breathed, her tone fracturing. "I... I'll ready her."

"Excellent," Wang Jian replied, reclining and parting his thighs, observing the display. "Perform it right. Employ your tongue. Guarantee she's drenched enough to envelop my full length."

Hua Ling gaped, stunned. "Mother? You're... you're truly going to..."

"It's due to my error, Ling’er," Hua Yimei explained, her voice quaking as she advanced onto the bed. She shunned her daughter's gaze, her cheeks aflame with mortification fiercer than flames. "I... I provoked the Young Master. I need to compensate. I won't allow you to suffer on account of my... my desires."

She settled between Hua Ling’s thighs. Witnessing her mother, the esteemed Sect Leader, advancing like a subordinate to tend to her proved too much for Hua Ling. It bolstered Wang Jian’s tale: her mother acted as the offender, the temptress seeking redemption, while Wang Jian served as the gracious authority permitting it for Hua Ling’s well-being.

"Part your legs, Ling’er," Hua Yimei murmured, her tears splashing onto the linens.

Hua Ling complied, exposing herself to her mother.

Hua Yimei dipped her head. She pressed her face into her daughter's tender folds. She applied her tongue, hesitantly initially, then with urgent focus. She lapped, she circled, she deployed every method she possessed to loosen the constricted tissues, to coax out the body's own moisture.

"Ah!" Hua Ling exclaimed, her pelvis lifting from the bed. The feeling stunned, violated norms, and sparked undeniable bliss. "Mother... oh..."

Wang Jian observed with shadowy captivation. His palm extended to rest on Hua Yimei’s crown, his digits weaving into her disordered tresses, directing her pace, urging her visage further into her child's intimacy.

'Behold them,' Wang Jian mused, his pulse thrumming with victory. 'The parent tending the offspring so the offspring may tend me. A flawless loop of yielding.'

He caressed Hua Yimei’s hair as if stroking a pet. "Deeper, Yimei. Cover every inch. She must flow for me."

Hua Yimei choked on her disgrace, yet she followed orders. She labored over her daughter until Hua Ling gasped for air, her form gleaming and engorged with excitement, her aroma permeating the intimate area between them.

After an endless span, Hua Yimei withdrew. A thread of moisture linked her mouth to her daughter's core. She raised her eyes to Wang Jian, her stare vacant, begging for validation.

"Is... is she prepared, Master?"

Wang Jian trailed a digit along Hua Ling’s opening, testing the slickness. "Passable."

He seized Hua Yimei by the wrist and yanked her abruptly away, yet kept her near. "Remain. Observe. Witness the outcome of your deeds."

Hua Yimei knelt beside the cushion, her countenance hidden in the fabrics, weeping without sound.

Wang Jian advanced. He placed himself amid Hua Ling’s thighs, his enormous frame throwing a silhouette across her. He resembled a giant poised to subdue a fragile being.

"Ling’er," he uttered gently, his voice altering from the stern directive he issued to the mother into a soft, intimate murmur. "Meet my eyes."

Hua Ling lifted her lids, her irises expanded by desire and trepidation. "Young Master..."

"Your beauty captivates," he declared. "You are my prize. This evening, you emerge as a woman. My woman."

He aligned the wide, violet tip of his member against her portal. Despite the moisture from Hua Yimei, it promised a snug entry. The untouched membrane waited just beyond, a resilient layer.

"Ease up," Wang Jian soothed. "Have faith in me."

He advanced.

"Nngh!" Hua Ling yelped, her fingers darting to clutch his arms, her nails piercing his flesh. "It stings! Too large!"

Wang Jian persisted without pause, though without haste. He pressed onward with unyielding, slow force. He expanded her, occupying the narrow passage bit by bit.

POP.

To his sharpened awareness, the rip echoed clearly. The barrier gave way.

"AAAAHH!" Hua Ling wailed, tears forcing from her eyes.

A vivid crimson trail emerged, blending with the translucent secretions, marking his length and the pale silk below. The sharp scent of blood wove with the heavier aromas.

Wang Jian surged once more, embedding fully. He occupied her utterly, distending her core, seizing her innermost being.

He paused, lodged deeply, allowing her to adapt to the presence. He leaned forward, aligning his torso to hers, and claimed her lips in a profound kiss, muffling her anguish and infusing her with his essence.

"I'm here for you," he breathed against her mouth. "I hold you, Ling’er. The ache will pass. Bliss alone will linger."

He dispatched a mental transmission, biting and frosty, to the mourning female nearby.

'See my restraint with her, Yimei. Notice? I curb my power. I handle her like fragile crystal because you drained me before. Your form earned her this mercy.'

Hua Yimei, beholding her daughter pierced, experienced a torrent of mixed feelings—dismay at the vision, yet deep gratitude that Wang Jian refrained from assaulting her with the ferocity he inflicted on her.

'Thank you... Master,' she sent back, her thoughts faint and yielding. 'Gratitude for easing her suffering. Do as you please with me afterward. Shatter me, exploit me... just treat her kindly.'

Wang Jian grinned to himself. 'I shall. Yet all mercy carries cost. You'll compensate for this softness. I crave fierce union next. I desire to ravage you until you fracture once more. I want your cries as she observes.'

'Yes,' Hua Yimei responded without delay. 'Whatever you wish. I am your servant.'

Wang Jian refocused on Hua Ling. The grip of her depths proved sublime. It enveloped him like damp silk, throbbing with the irregular twitches of inexperience.

"Breathe steadily, Ling’er," he urged. "Sense me within. We merge as one now."

He started to shift.

Unlike the savage, hammering drive he unleashed on the mother, his motions with Hua Ling stretched long, deliberate, and circling. He withdrew nearly completely, then glided inward with a swaying glide that brushed her tender areas without added strain.

He peered at her torso. Hua Ling’s breasts rose and fell rapidly. They suited her youth well, buoyant and solid, molding to his grasp as he held them. They missed the lavish, weighty allure of Hua Yimei’s, yet offered a fresh vitality that charmed.

'In some years,' Wang Jian considered, pinching her peak lightly, 'she could match her mother. I'll savor their development.'

"You feel incredible," he murmured, lips grazing her throat. "Snugger than any before. You're unique to me, Ling’er. Dearer than all others."

Hua Ling’s discomfort ebbed, yielding to a swelling, novel completion. His words marking her as unique—suggesting greater worth than even his spouse Yue Lingshan—lifted her spirit. The affirmation erased the distress.

"Young Master..." she sighed, her limbs curling shyly around his middle. "I adore you... adore you deeply..."

"I understand," Wang Jian answered. "Prove it."

He increased his rhythm a touch. His hand ventured between them, his thumb locating her sensitive bud. He circled it in sync with his advances.

The combined sensations overwhelmed her novice frame. Hua Ling bowed her spine, her lips parting in a muted cry. Her depths clenched fiercely.

"I’m... I’m...!"

"Release it," Wang Jian directed.

Hua Ling cried out as her first peak claimed her. Her form quaked, her sight fading to brightness in rapture. She gripped him so tightly it seemed she aimed to sever him.

Wang Jian bellowed, sensing the surge of her Primordial Yin—the essential force from a cultivator's inaugural union—pouring into his member. He withheld his own outpouring. Rather, he invoked his cultivation method, drawing the Yin essence, channeling it to his dantian to bolster his base.

He plunged several more times, relishing her lingering tremors, before easing out gradually.

Hua Ling sprawled, breathless, her skin radiant with a pink glow, her gaze drifting in haze. She appeared utterly spent yet radiantly content.

Wang Jian pressed his lips to her brow. "Rest, my beloved. You've excelled. You've satisfied me."

"Did I... perform well?" she asked drowsily.

"Flawlessly," he deceived.

He rose. His arousal stood unyielding, coated in her crimson and secretions. He remained far from sated. The Primordial Yin had merely stoked his hunger, intensifying his drive.

He shifted his focus to the ground.

Hua Yimei knelt unmoving, viewing them with mingled mortification and solace.

"Your child has paused," Wang Jian announced, shedding the tender mask for the icy authority of dominance. "But my needs persist. Your mother bears more faults to redeem."

Hua Ling fluttered her eyes, struggling to concentrate. "Mother?"

"Approach, Yimei," Wang Jian commanded, indicating his thigh.

Hua Yimei moved without reluctance. She advanced across the bed. Her motions carried the smooth, conditioned poise of one molded into obedience.

Wang Jian clutched her tresses and hauled her forcefully to straddle him, facing forward.

"You witnessed my care with her," Wang Jian snarled into Hua Yimei’s features. "Now, face the monster."

He drove upward.

He offered no time for settling. He rammed his enormous length into her slick, worn depths with primal power.

"AAAAHH!" Hua Yimei shrieked, her head arching rearward.

The difference stood clear. To the daughter, he played the paramour; to the mother, the chastiser. He battered into her, his pelvis colliding with her rear in a fury that rattled the frame.

Hua Ling observed, eyes expanded. She beheld her noble mother rebounding on Wang Jian’s lap, her ample bosoms flailing chaotically, striking his torso. She noted her mother’s expression contort, lips agape, saliva trickling from her mouth's edge.

"Observe her, Ling’er," Wang Jian grunted, seizing one of Hua Yimei’s swells and compressing it until his digits buried in the softness. "See your mother. She craves it. She's built to receive me. Watch how she engulfs me wholly."

"Yes... ah! Yes! I crave it!" Hua Yimei exclaimed, her tone shrill and frantic. She fulfilled her role. She must. She encircled his neck with her arms, pressing fervent kisses, rolling her hips to match his surges. "Take me! Master, take me!"

Hua Ling sensed an odd, shadowy excitement twist in her core. Viewing the Sect Leader diminished to such... witnessing her mother so eager for the male Hua Ling cherished... it empowered her. It drew her into a hidden, illicit bond.

"She... she truly enjoys it," Hua Ling breathed, her stare fixed on their union.

"She's my wanton," Wang Jian chuckled, nipping Hua Yimei’s throat. "Isn't that so, Sect Leader?"

"I am! Your wanton!" Hua Yimei howled, her poise crumbling to dust, forging the path for her daughter's illusion.

Wang Jian accelerated. He pounded into Hua Yimei, his tempo unceasing. He aimed to shatter her anew. He yearned to unleash within her.

"Peak for me, Yimei! Now!"

Hua Yimei seized. Her frame, shaped by endless days of such, responded at once. She erupted in a fierce climax, shrieking his title, her nails carving trails along his spine.

Wang Jian thundered. He gripped her flanks, pinning her as he detonated. He released a vast torrent of searing, virile seed deep into Hua Yimei’s core, flooding her, marking her essence.

He retained her amid the ripples, his breaths labored.

Hua Yimei slumped onto his frame, weeping softly, her body jerking.

Wang Jian extended a hand to brush Hua Ling’s face. The youth watched with heated cheeks, her respiration syncing with theirs.

"Did you believe we'd slumber?" Wang Jian queried, his eyes glinting in the low glow.

Hua Ling fluttered her lids. "Young Master?"

Wang Jian sensed his vigor replenishing. The Stellar Demonic Meridian Scripture whirled, transforming the harvested Yin and savored ecstasy into pure endurance. His member, embedded in Hua Yimei, stirred. It stiffened once more.

"Slumber eludes me," Wang Jian confided. "I seek Yin."

He extracted from Hua Yimei with a slick sound. Seed dribbled from her, gathering on his legs.

He regarded Hua Ling.

"Ling’er, draw near," he instructed, tapping the spot alongside. "Your moment returns."

Hua Ling’s eyes grew wide. "Once more? But... I..."

"Your mother wearies," Wang Jian noted, nudging the slack Hua Yimei aside. "She requires respite. Come. Demonstrate you endure beyond her."

The dare ignited fervor in Hua Ling’s gaze. She longed to surpass. She yearned to be preferred.

She advanced, her bare form gliding over the silk.

"Yes, Young Master," she whispered.

Wang Jian drew her atop. The evening stretched endlessly.