Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist Chapter 984: The Awakening of the Masochistic Bitch

The biting, frigid jade pavement beneath Shangguan Wan’er’s exposed back was a stark contrast to the burning inferno of humiliation raging within her. The expensive, tailor-made golden spirit-silk dress, now in tatters, had been effortlessly ripped apart by Wang Jian’s casual gesture. Her large, shapely breasts, completely unleashed, were now exposed to the magically chilled air of the Ice Heart Pavilion’s main courtyard, heaving with each panicked, shallow breath. The sudden cold caused her prominent, dark pink nipples to harden instantly, forming sensitive peaks against her will.

A gasp of pure horror escaped Shangguan Wan’er’s full lips. Her hands, adorned with rings worth fortunes that could buy mortal empires, shot up to cover her ample bosom. Her fingers trembled, failing to conceal the soft flesh spilling over their desperate grasp.

She scrambled backward across the jade pavement, her voluptuous, curvaceous form moving with a frantic, uncoordinated desperation. Her plump posterior dragged against the cold stone, the golden silk bunching around her waist. The untouchable, arrogant facade she had meticulously maintained for centuries as the absolute ruler of the Golden-Scale Auction House was visibly crumbling under the weight of her sudden, unprecedented vulnerability and nakedness. She, who dictated the flow of fortunes and commanded Half-Step Nascent Soul experts with a mere flick of her wrist, was now reduced to a half-naked spectacle on a freezing floor.

"Do not touch me, you filthy demonic beast!" Shangguan Wan’er spat, the words laced with venomous hatred. Her dark, tangled hair framed an exquisitely beautiful face, but her eyes blazed with furious, unyielding defiance. Even as her formidable Half-Step Nascent Soul Qi was suppressed, suffocated beneath the crushing gravity of his modified array and the overwhelming density of his dark aura, the pride of a commercial titan refused to be extinguished. "I am Shangguan Wan’er! I will have this entire floating city rain down upon your head before I let a rat like you defile me!"

Wang Jian merely let out a laugh. It was a dark, rumbling sound that reverberated off the blood-red illuminated walls of the courtyard, utterly devoid of intimidation or concern for her threats. He watched her frantic scrambling, his starlit eyes gleaming with profound, predatory amusement.

With a smooth, unhurried motion, Wang Jian reached up and unfastened the silver sash of his pristine, scholarly white robes. He let the heavy fabric slide from his broad shoulders, the garment settling onto the jade pavement like a pool of white silk.

His flawless, incredibly muscular physique was revealed to the cold night air. His skin possessed the dark, metallic luster of his Stellar Body Tempering, radiating a terrifying, boundless physical vitality that made the surrounding air warp and shimmer. And extending proudly from his groin was his fully rigid, massive penis, a thick, dark, vein-corded weapon of absolute conquest that pulsed with scorching, untamed Yang heat.

Shangguan Wan’er’s pale, furious face flushed a deep, violent crimson as her eyes involuntarily darted down to the massive, terrifyingly thick appendage. A fresh wave of primal, biological terror washed over her, warring with her stubborn outrage.

Wang Jian afforded her no time to process the sight. He lunged forward with the explosive, physics-defying speed of a hunting leviathan.

Before she could even push herself further away, his large, calloused hands shot out, clamping like iron manacles around her slender, perfectly formed ankles.

"No! Let go of me!" Shangguan Wan’er shrieked, her voice echoing in the magically silenced courtyard. She kicked wildly, her bare heels striking his forearms in a desperate attempt to break his grip.

Wang Jian completely ignored her shrieks and her futile struggles. His physical strength, amplified by the abyssal density of his Stellar Core, was absolute. With a single, forceful pull, he dragged her incredibly sexy, curvaceous body forcefully back toward him across the slick jade pavement.

"A filthy beast?" Wang Jian growled, his voice dropping to a dark, menacing register as he effortlessly hauled her struggling form closer. "A filthy beast is exactly what a pampered, arrogant merchant needs to learn her true place in this universe. You have sat on your golden throne for too long, dictating terms to men. Tonight, you do not dictate anything. Tonight, you are merely flesh."

Wang Jian refused to let her stay on her back. With a forceful, twisting maneuver, he seized her by the hips and completely inverted her onto her stomach. He pinned her securely against the cold, unyielding jade pavement, his immense muscular body pressing her down with overwhelming weight, completely neutralizing her struggling limbs.

Positioning himself on his knees directly behind her, Wang Jian paused for a fleeting moment, his dark eyes devouring the stunning spectacle before him. Her torn golden dress was bunched around her waist, spectacularly showcasing the lower half of her body. He marveled at the incredibly alluring, generous curve of her ample backside, the twin mounds of flawlessly soft, abundant flesh rising invitingly in the crimson light. It was a rear that had clearly been untouched by hardship, meticulously preserved, practically inviting a violent claiming and marking as his own.

Without any prelude, without even a hint of natural lubrication or a moment of gentle foreplay to prepare her, Wang Jian seized her wide, flared hips with crushing intensity.

He drove his massive, searing spear forward with perfect aim, plunging deep into her tight, slick, virgin core in a single, unstoppable, brutal thrust.

"AGHHHHHHH!"

Shangguan Wan’er’s shriek was a high-pitched, piercing cry that seemed capable of shredding her vocal cords. Her back spasmed violently away from the jade pavement, her spine arching as if struck by celestial lightning. The physical agony of the brutal penetration was immense; the terrifying sheer size of his demonic tool stretched her delicate inner tissues far beyond their natural capacity. Yet, the physical tearing was completely overshadowed by the violent, catastrophic spiritual violation.

The scorching, volatile essence of his Stellar Demonic Yang Qi surged into her restricted meridians like a torrent of molten magma engulfing a tranquil lake. The excruciating burn tore through her internal structure, violently clashing with her own condensed, Half-Step Nascent Soul foundation.

Her fingers contorted into sharp talons, scraping ineffectually against the indestructible frost-jade floor as her entire being convulsed around his thick erection.

"You bastard!" Shangguan Wan’er screamed into the floor, her voice muffled but resonating with pure, unyielding fury. Tears of exquisite agony streamed from her beautiful eyes, forming puddles on the cold stone. "I will see you dead! I will have you flayed alive for this! I will hire every assassin in the Myriad Reefs to butcher you!"

Her defiant mouth refused to surrender. Even impaled, pinned, and utterly helpless, the mistress of the auction house spat venom, attempting to preserve her psychological dominance as her physical defenses crumbled.

Wang Jian offered no verbal reply. His response was the heavy, impassive palm of his hand.

He lifted his large, dark hand high into the crimson-lit atmosphere and brought it down with deliberate, resounding force, delivering a vicious, stinging blow directly onto her curving, jiggling left buttock.

SLAP!

The sharp, deafening crack echoed like a gunshot through the secluded, silent courtyard. The sheer impact sent a violent tremor through the abundant, yielding flesh of her plump rear, instantly imprinting a vivid, bright red handprint across her fair, hitherto unblemished skin.

Shangguan Wan’er inhaled sharply, her body jolting from the sudden, stinging impact. The curse she was forming died on her lips.

However, something deeply disturbing, something fundamentally aberrant, began to unfold within the mere fractions of a second following the strike.

Deep within Shangguan Wan’er’s tightly controlled, heavily disciplined consciousness, an incredibly alien, utterly forbidden sensation started to blossom like a dark, poisonous flower. The sharp, burning pain radiating from her assaulted buttock was not perceived merely as agony. The Stellar Demonic Qi that had invaded her body acted as a sinister catalyst, seizing control of her nervous system. It transmuted the sharp, stinging pain, sending a jarring, electrifying thrill of profound, dark pleasure coursing down her spine and pooling intensely in her lower regions.

Her breath hitched. A sudden, terrifying wave of slick, euphoric heat flooded her lower abdomen, entirely separate from the searing agony of his massive member stretching her open.

Wang Jian, possessing terrifyingly acute, high-level Core Formation senses, immediately perceived the sudden, eager constriction of her tight vulva around his member. The minute, involuntary shift in her internal musculature simply could not be concealed. He looked down, noticing the slight, eager tremor coursing through her strong thighs, the way her voluptuous posterior subtly pushed back against his groin, seeking the friction.

A deep, intensely wicked smile slowly materialized across Wang Jian’s comely face.

'Well, well,' Wang Jian mused, his dark eyes sparkling with pure, triumphant amusement as he processed the biological signals she was unconsciously emitting. 'How incredibly intriguing. The aloof, proud merchant queen, a woman who governs vast fortunes and holds the destiny of countless souls in her grasp, conceals a depraved, pain-adoring, masochistic wench beneath all that opulence and arrogance. Her body is utterly captivated by the very degradation her conscious mind abhors. This... this completely alters the plan.'

Wang Jian resolved instantly to feign ignorance of her hidden, shameful perversion. He would refrain from vocalizing it; doing so would merely enable her conscious mind to erect defenses against it. Instead, he would embody the persona of an exceptionally cruel, unyielding tormentor, leveraging his physical superiority to exploit her deeply ingrained masochism to its absolute, sanity-shattering limit.

He grasped her broad, exquisitely alluring hips firmly within his large hands, his fingers delving deeply into her yielding flesh, securing her position.

With a forceful, driving surge from his core, he pulled her ample rear backward to coincide with his relentless, battering thrusts. He established a savage, uncompromising, and profoundly deep rhythm. He wasn't making love to her; he was using her body as a conduit for his aggression, his hips snapping forward with devastating concussive force, impacting his pelvic bone against her unbelievably fair skin.

Each time she parted her lips to utter curses, each time she gasped out threats against his existence, Wang Jian delivered another brutal, resonant strike to her jiggling, bouncing hindquarters.

SLAP! 'You infernal fiend!'

SLAP! 'I shall annihilate your entire Sect!'

SLAP! 'Ahhh!'

With every heavy, stinging impact, her exceptionally fair skin bloomed into a more inflamed, brighter shade of crimson. The distinct handprints overlapped, transforming her unblemished cheeks into a tableau of exquisite, humiliating chastisement. And with each individual slap, the dark, illicit thrill within her escalated exponentially, engaging in a terrifying conflict against her conscious dignity.

'Continue speaking, merchant,' Wang Jian taunted, his voice a low, sneering growl that resonated against her back. He drove into her tight, moist core with merciless intensity, ensuring each thrust stretched her to the ultimate verge. 'Your pathetic impertinence merely earns you further suffering. Let us ascertain how much of my discipline your delicate, coddled skin can withstand before you learn to address your superiors.'

Shangguan Wan’er clamped her luscious lower lip between her teeth with such force that she drew blood. She struggled desperately, summoning every fragment of her formidable willpower, to stifle the humiliating, gasping moans of genuine, undeniable pleasure that threatened to erupt from her throat with every stinging blow and every deep, stretching transgression. She felt her sanity fraying. The pain was agonizing, yet the concurrent surge of euphoric, dark ecstasy was utterly overwhelming her repressed Half-Step Nascent Soul foundation. Her body was betraying her in the most fundamental, shameful manner conceivable.

'You are... a dead man,' Shangguan Wan’er obstinately hissed into the cold, jade-like pavement. However, her voice was entirely devoid of its former imperious conviction. It sounded incredibly weak, breathy, and quivered with suppressed arousal. Her hips were unconsciously, rhythmically undulated backward, meeting his brutal incursions halfway, her body ravenous for the friction and the heat.

Wang Jian determined that the moment had arrived to alter the configuration of her humiliation.

Without ceasing his relentless cadence, he reached down and grasped her firmly by her narrow waist. With an abrupt, potent heave fueled by his Stellar Body Tempering, he compelled her incredibly alluring, curvaceous form to assume a kneeling posture.

He remained firmly embedded within her from behind, his substantial phallus serving as an immovable anchor, pinning her against his groin as she was compelled into an upright, kneeling posture.

Her tattered, golden spirit-silk attire completely slipped away, pooling around her waist. Her upper body was left entirely bare, exposed to the crimson light and the biting chill of the air.

Wang Jian encircled her slender torso with his large, dark arms. His hands seized her ample, heavy breasts with a rough, possessive grip. He squeezed the exquisitely abundant, soft flesh with bruising, deliberate force, abandoning any pretense of gentleness.

Shangguan Wan’er gasped audibly, her head involuntarily thrown back, her disheveled dark hair spilling over his shoulder. The sudden, coarse handling of her most sensitive features sent a surge of pure electricity straight to her core.

Wang Jian vigorously kneaded her considerable breasts, his hands molding the heavy flesh as if sculpting clay. His thumbs deliberately targeted her prominent, sensitive pink nipples, pinching and twisting the hardened peaks with a cruel, agonizing pressure.

"Such heavy, cumbersome things," Wang Jian taunted, tucking his head forward and burying his face in the soft hollow of her neck, his warm breath sending shivers through her. "They must be a terrible burden when you're negotiating your petty merchant deals. They were clearly made to be used, squeezed, and ravaged by a real man, not concealed beneath layers of opulent golden silk."

He offered no time for a reply. Wang Jian aggressively, crudely began to motorboat her substantial, heavy breasts from behind. He pressed his face deep into the lush, creamy cleavage, shaking his head rapidly from side to side. His mouth and lips produced vulgar, loud, intensely wet smacking sounds against her soft, incredibly fair skin.

The act was profoundly indecent, utterly disregarding any lingering vestige of her dignity or her esteemed position as the Mistress of the Golden-Scale Auction House.

"Stop it! Ah! You are a beast!" Shangguan Wan’er shrieked, her voice a torrent of desperate outrage mingled with undeniable, humiliating arousal. She lifted her hands, attempting weakly to pry his large, dark hands from her bosom, but her strength had utterly deserted her. Her body had completely and irrevocably betrayed her mind. Her pink nipples, subjected to his rough, twisting torment, hardened into excruciatingly sensitive, tight pebbles, sending waves of intense, agonizing pleasure radiating through her chest and directly down into her constricted, slick core.

Her inner walls spasmed violently around his thick member, her vaginal muscles contracting in a rapid, involuntary rhythm that practically implored him to continue.

Wang Jian detected the intense, milking contractions and smirked against her supple skin. He withdrew his face from her cleavage and firmly grasped her jaw, his fingers digging into her cheeks, forcing her head to turn so she was compelled to meet his gaze over her shoulder.

"Since your mouth is so filled with obstinate insults and pathetic threats," Wang Jian stated coldly, his starlit eyes piercing her tear-filled, wide, panicked stare, "let us put it to much better use. Perhaps a different kind of gag will instill in you the silence befitting a good slave."

With a fluid, powerful motion, Wang Jian withdrew his slick, massive member entirely from her dripping, thoroughly violated core.

Shangguan Wan’er emitted a soft, pathetic whimper of loss as the scorching heat and the stretching fullness abruptly vanished, leaving her feeling hollow and incredibly bereft.

Before she could comprehend the sudden void, Wang Jian forcefully pushed her shoulders down, guiding her incredibly alluring, curvaceous body back toward the jade pavement, but this time, he compelled her to turn and face him. He dropped to his knees before her.

He seized her by the nape of her messy, dark hair, pulling her face forward and directing his massive, dark, pre-cum slicked member straight toward her luscious, crimson-painted lips.

"Cleanse it," Wang Jian commanded, his voice resonating with absolute, tyrannical authority.

Shangguan Wan’er’s eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror at the lewd directive. She was a Half-Step Nascent Soul expert. She shared meals with City Lords and dictated the economies of entire oceanic domains. The mere suggestion of taking a man’s appendage into her mouth, especially that of the demonic beast who had just violently violated her, was fundamentally, deeply abhorrent to her very being.

She resolutely, furiously clamped her lips shut, shaking her head from side to side, her eyes blazing with a final, desperate flicker of defiant pride.

Wang Jian did not raise his voice. He did not issue further threats.

He simply