Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist Chapter 970: Official Marriage With Hua Ling

The morning sunlight streamed through the tall apertures of the Cloud-Peak Pavilion, stretching elegant rays across the master bedroom's floor. Wang Jian rested upon the vast bed, his arm draped possessively over his wife, Yue Lingshan. The room possessed a serene atmosphere, carrying a light scent of the sandalwood incense she favored—a sharp departure from the thick, musk-heavy aura of his clandestine chambers.

While watching dust motes whirl in the light, Wang Jian mentally strategized his next maneuvers within the Fragrance Melody Sect. He had already subdued both mother and daughter within the darkness, yet such secrets were fragile. To firmly cement his dominion and expand his influence without sparking suspicion, he needed to integrate his recent acquisitions into the light of day.

As he shifted, his movement stirred Yue Lingshan. She opened her eyes, blinking away sleep before a warm, genuine smile illuminated her features.

"Husband," she whispered, pressing closer into his arms. "You are awake quite early today."

"I have been reflecting, Lingshan," Wang Jian replied, his tone earnest yet gentle. He slid his hand along her back, feeling her warmth through her silk sleeping robe. "I am thinking about our future here, and about the garden."

Yue Lingshan sat up slightly, the bedsheets bunching at her waist as her expression grew contemplative. She understood the immense significance of the hidden cavern beneath the pavilion. It served as the site where Wang Jian utilized his unique wood-attribute energy—the Verdant Eternal Spring Essence—to accelerate the cultivation of rare herbs. This was their most guarded secret, protected by her most intricate formations.

"Is there some issue with the array?" she asked, her brow creasing in concern. "I inspected every node yesterday. The Qi fluctuations remain perfectly sealed."

"The array is flawless, as always," Wang Jian reassured her, planting a kiss on her hand. "However, the cavern is simply too cramped. My essence is vast; I could produce fields of Spirit-Heart Grass or acres of Dragon-Blood Ginseng. Yet, we are constrained by space and the need for secrecy. We remain guests here, Lingshan. Any significant expansion would inevitably invite prying questions. The Sect Leader might grow suspicious of the substantial energy drain."

Yue Lingshan nodded in acknowledgment. "That is undeniably true. While Sect Leader Hua Yimei has been generous, she is still a Sect Leader. She would certainly notice if we began carving out the mountain's core."

"Precisely," Wang Jian sighed. "We require stability. We must be more than mere guests. We need to become true family."

He paused, allowing his words to linger. He gazed deeply into her eyes, gauging her response.

"Lingshan... I intend to take Hua Ling as a concubine."

Yue Lingshan stiffened, staring at him with parted lips. It was not mere shock—in the world of Cultivation, powerful men frequently maintained multiple partners—but it represented a fundamental shift in their reality. To her, she had always been his only woman. She remained oblivious to his other exploits.

"Hua Ling?" she repeated softly. "The Young Sect Mistress?"

"Indeed," Wang Jian nodded. "She has developed feelings for me. Surely you have noticed how she watches me ever since I rescued her from the blood arrow. Furthermore, I hold affection for her as well. She is pure, gifted, and kindhearted."

He took her hands within his own. "More importantly, this is a strategic move. By marrying the heir, Hua Yimei becomes my mother-in-law, making us true kin. The resources of the Fragrance Melody Sect become our own. I would no longer need to conceal my Verdant Eternal Spring Essence; it would be accepted as a contribution to the family. We could expand the garden openly and help you—and our future sisters—reach higher stages of Cultivation much faster."

’He is right,’ Yue Lingshan reasoned, a surge of logical thought battling a fleeting pang of jealousy. ’If we become family, the Sect Leader will protect us with her life. Plus, Hua Ling is a sweet girl who respects me.’

She observed Wang Jian. He looked back with such earnest devotion that she trusted him implicitly. She could not know that he had already broken the girl or ravaged her mother. She saw only a dedicated husband striving to secure their future.

"I grasp the logic, Husband," Yue Lingshan said, her voice steady. "And I have no objections to Hua Ling. She is a suitable choice."

Leaning forward, her eyes narrowed with a flicker of possessiveness. "But you must grant me one promise."

"Anything," Wang Jian pledged.

"I am your wife," she asserted. "Your Dao Companion. Regardless of how many may join this household—even if she is a Young Sect Mistress or royalty—I am the first. You must love me above all others."

A genuine light reached Wang Jian's eyes as he smiled. He pulled her flush against him on the bed, hovering over her.

"You are my heart, Lingshan," he whispered against her lips. "You stood by me when I had nothing. You are the foundation of my house. No one shall ever replace you."

As he kissed her, tenderness rapidly ignited into intensity. He needed to reaffirm this through the physical, to mark her and reassure her through the intimacy of their union.

He parted her robes to expose her exquisite frame. He refrained from the degrading roughness he reserved for Hua Yimei or the corrupting gentleness he showed Hua Ling; with Yue Lingshan, it was a rough, familiar, claiming love.

As he entered her, Yue Lingshan gasped, her arms winding around his neck, her nails pressing into his shoulders.

"Show me," she demanded breathlessly. "Prove to me that I am yours."

Wang Jian obliged, his movements shaking the bed frame. He grabbed her curves, kneading her flesh as he drove into her with a rhythm he knew would unravel her completely.

"Wang Jian..." she moaned, her back arching.

He lowered himself to tease her breast with his tongue, drawing a cry from her throat. He cherished this body—the body of a woman who had braved the fires of fate by his side.

’She suspects nothing,’ Wang Jian mused as he continued his rhythm, feeling her body tighten around him. ’She believes this is mere politics. She has no idea I have already conquered the entire board.’

He climaxed within her, a powerful release that left them tangled in the sheets, breathless.

Tracing soft lines against his skin, Yue Lingshan spoke. "I will handle the arrangements for the ceremony. It must be conducted properly. If she is to be a concubine, there is a certain way she must enter this household."

"Thank you, my love," Wang Jian said, kissing her hair. "You are truly the perfect wife."

Three days later, the Orchid Palace was adorned in vibrant red silk.

While it was not an grand affair open to other sects—to avoid unnecessary attention—it was a significant internal occasion. The Elders of the Fragrance Melody Sect stood in organized rows, their expressions filled with approval. To them, this union cemented the alliance between their sect and the mysterious, powerful Alchemist Elder who had rescued them.

Wang Jian stood at the altar in red groom’s robes, his handsome face composed in a mask of solemn joy. Hua Ling stood by his side, concealed by a crimson veil, her hands trembling faintly as she held the silk ball. Presiding over the altar was Sect Leader Hua Yimei.

Dressed in pristine formal robes, she wore a mask of benevolent authority. She smiled down at the couple.

Only Wang Jian caught the subtle tremor in her hands where they rested on her knees, and the shadows of pain within her eyes.

’Keep smiling, Yimei,’ Wang Jian projected into her mind, a mental whisper that caused her to flinch invisibly. ’Your daughter is happy. Observe her. Isn't this what you desired? You traded your dignity for this moment.’

Hua Yimei swallowed with difficulty as she looked at Hua Ling. Her daughter radiated pure joy, believing she was marrying her hero. She remained unaware that her mother was his sex slave, or that her mother had prepared her own daughter's body for his pleasure.

"I grant you my blessing," Hua Yimei announced, her voice ringing clear throughout the hall. "Deacon Wang... guard her well."

"I will protect her with my life, Sect Leader," Wang Jian bowed deeply.

The ceremony continued. Hua Ling presented tea to Yue Lingshan, formally acknowledging her status as the First Wife. Yue Lingshan received the tea and gifted Hua Ling a jade bracelet, welcoming her as a sister. The hierarchy was set.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the guests departed, the newlyweds were escorted to the master bedroom in the Cloud-Peak Pavilion.

Once the door clicked shut, Hu Ling sat on the bed, her veil cast aside. Flushed with wine and happiness, she looked at Wang Jian with adoring eyes.

"Husband," she whispered, sampling the term.

Wang Jian smiled, pouring two cups of wine. "Wife."

Following the nuptial toast, he set the cup aside. "You have long waited for this. Tonight, we need not hide. Tonight, it is official."

Hua Ling rose, untying her sash. Her robes descended, revealing her naked, youthful form. "Take me, Husband," she pleaded. "Love me."

He needed little encouragement. However, the tone of tonight was distinct; it was no longer stolen, secret passion. This was ownership.

Throwing her onto the bed, he disrobed and mounted her. "You must find your strength, Ling’er. Tonight... I am not going to stop."

As he entered her, she gasped, arching her back. Her body was tight, yet eager.

"Oh... yes..."

Wang Jian moved with a rhythm of total conquest. He pushed her toward a climax within minutes, her cries filling the room. Yet, he did not falter, his stamina remaining vast.

"Again," he growled.

Round after round passed. Hua Ling, despite her improved Foundation Establishment base, was no match for his infinite vigor. By the fourth round, she was drenched in sweat and whimpering. "Husband... please... I’m so exhausted..."

"Not yet," he replied, shifting her position. "You sought to be my wife. A wife must satisfy her husband."

He continued his onslaught until she was left trembling and delirious with sensation. By the seventh round, three hours in, her consciousness began to fade. "I love you..." she slurred.

A final, powerful thrust sent his essence deep within her womb. Her body eventually went limp, slipping into a deep, exhaustion-induced sleep.

Wang Jian pulled back, observing his new concubine. She looked like a delicate doll left discarded. He felt no fatigue; the Stellar Demonic Meridian Scripture had consumed her Yin energy as fuel, leaving him buzzing with vitality. His desire remained sharp.

Cleaning himself, he donned a loose black robe. "Sleep well, Ling’er. You performed your duty."

He vanished into the cool night air. Across the garden toward the Orchid Palace, he knew someone was waiting.

Entering the private wing, he pushed open the chamber door. Inside, a single red candle flickered.

Hua Yimei stood by the window. She was no longer in her sleeping gown, but instead wore the garment he had requested via psychic message—a skin-tight, black leather-like spirit silk that molded to every contour of her body. The top struggled to contain her massive breasts, which bulged over the neckline, her nipples hard against the fabric.

She looked like a lewd, captivating witch—a dark, distorted reflection of the bride.

"Son-in-law," she whispered, the title like bile.

Wang Jian grinned wolfishly, locking the door. "Mother-in-law. You dressed appropriately for the wedding night. How thoughtful."

Stopping before her, he ran a finger along the soft flesh spilling over her bodice. "Ling’er is fast asleep. Seven rounds, and she simply gave out."

Hua Yimei flinched; his mention of her daughter stung. "But you..." Wang Jian pulled her against his hardening frame. "You, as a Core Formation expert, have the stamina she lacks. You can take what she cannot."

"Please..." she breathed, though she did not resist. Her own body was already betraying her, dampening for him. "It is your wedding night... you should be with her..."

"I am exactly where I desire to be," he replied. "You sanctioned the marriage. Now, you pay the dowry."

He forced her over to the vanity, pressing her against the mirror. "Observe yourself."

Tearing away the back of her leather garment, he exposed her white, curving buttocks. "Perfect," he murmured before driving into her without hesitation. Her scream shattered the silence of the room. This was not the gentleness he showed the daughter; this was pure possession.

"You crave this, don’t you?" he taunted, watching her expression in the mirror. "While your daughter dreams of romance, you face the raw reality."

"Yes... ah! Yes!" she sobbed, unable to deny her own pleasure. He tore the chest of her bodice, exposing her breasts to his rough kneading. "These are mine," he hissed. "No milk for heirs—only pleasure for me."

He accelerated his pace until her spirit shattered under the weight of her own shame and ecstasy. "Cum for me, Mother-in-law!"

She cried out as she convulsed in a massive climax. Wang Jian followed soon after, pumping his essence into her womb, stamping his mark upon her spirit. Later, as dawn approached, he left the broken woman on the floor and returned to his wife. When Hua Ling stirred an hour later, he was there to greet her with a warm smile, the devoted husband once more.