Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist Chapter 985: The Auction House’s Background

As the afternoon sun commenced its descent, its gilded beams pierced through the frosted lattice of the Ice Heart Pavilion’s expansive windows, projecting elongated, contorted silhouettes. Beyond these walls, Azure Cloud City teemed with its usual clamor, vendors bartering spiritual stones while cultivators navigated the skies, entirely unaware of the dire subjugation that had irrevocably reshaped regional power structures. Within the secluded confines of the master chamber, the oppressive, musk-laden atmosphere remained undisturbed. The air hung heavy, saturated with the lingering scents of exertion, enforced compliance, and the overwhelming, dark ozone emanating from Wang Jian’s Stellar Demonic Qi.

Time had become a blurred continuum, yet Wang Jian showed no inclination to grant Shangguan Wan’er respite. The Mistress of the Golden-Scale Auction House, a woman whose decree could decimate fledgling sects and summon formidable armadas, lay listlessly upon the tattered snow-fox furs. She exhaled raggedly, her alluring, shapely form slick with perspiration and the remnants of his seed. Having been utterly broken and meticulously reshaped, she now existed as a being consumed by an insatiable craving for the very transgressions that debased her.

Standing sentinel beside the bed, Wang Jian’s impeccably sculpted, muscular physique exuded an intimidating, boundless vitality. He gazed upon the quivering, curvaceous woman below, his purpose unfulfilled. Her pride had been shattered, but now he sought to unearth the extensive reservoirs of knowledge sequestered within her sharp, mercantile intellect.

"Rise," Wang Jian commanded, his voice a low, resonant vibration that sent an immediate, involuntary tremor of yearning down Shangguan Wan’er’s spine.

A soft whimper escaped her lips, her ample bosom heaving as she mustered the strength to shift her depleted frame from the mattress. Her limbs felt leaden, her muscles protesting the relentless, brutal dual cultivation that had systematically depleted her Half-Step Nascent Soul reserves. Nonetheless, the parasitic demonic Qi coursing through her veins compelled obedience. With considerable effort, she managed to slide from the bed’s edge, her bare feet meeting the chill of the woven carpet.

Before she could fully regain an upright posture, Wang Jian moved behind her. His large, calloused hands descended with unyielding force upon her broad, subtly flared hips. With a powerful forward impetus, he drew her shapely, voluptuous posterior flush against his groin and plunged his considerable, fully engorged member deep into her slick, utterly ravished depths in a single, unceremonious, forceful thrust.

"Ahhhhh! Master!" Shangguan Wan’er cried out, her head snapping back, a cascade of dark, disheveled hair falling over his shoulder. The sudden, profound penetration sent a violent surge of searing Yang energy ripping through her sensitive inner tissues.

"Walk," Wang Jian ordered, his voice devoid of any leniency.

He refused to allow her to straighten, maintaining his iron grip on her hips, forcing her to maintain a slight forward inclination at the waist. He propelled her from the bed and compelled her to advance before him through the hushed, crimson-lit corridors of the pavilion. Penetrating her profoundly from behind, he advanced her with each step, treating her much like a tethered, subjugated beast of burden.

Every movement was punctuated by a brutal, driving thrust of his hips. The agonizing, unrelenting friction caused her to falter, her bare feet slapping inelegantly against the frost-kissed spirit-wood floorboards.

"Quicker, whore," Wang Jian commanded icily.

His right hand rose, drawing back before delivering a sharp, resounding, open-handed blow directly to her wonderfully rounded, bouncing left buttock.

SLAP!

The sharp report echoed through the silent corridor, leaving a luminous, fresh red handprint stark against her pale skin.

"Ah! Yes... yes, Master! I am moving! Ahhh!" Shangguan Wan’er wailed, her voice trembling with a potent cocktail of utter physical exhaustion and undeniable, disorienting desire. Her legendary merchant’s pride, her ingrained stubbornness, had been completely obliterated. She now desperately sought the painful corrections he administered with each stride, her inner walls greedily tightening around his thick shaft with every stinging impact.

They proceeded down the hallway, a tableau of debased dominance. Wang Jian guided her alluring form with effortless control, utilizing her ample rear as a buffer for his aggressive advances.

"You are quite the wealthy, highly connected prize, aren’t you?" Wang Jian mused aloud, driving deep into her core, the powerful impact causing her to stumble forward, only his bruising grip on her hips preventing her collapse. "A Half-Step Nascent Soul cultivator managing the largest auction house in this sector. You hold the keys to a kingdom of wealth. But you are not the top of the pyramid. Tell me about your backers. Tell me exactly who I am stealing from."

Shangguan Wan’er gasped, her mind swimming in a fog, utterly overcome by the potent, paralyzing lust generated by the Stellar Demonic Meridian Scripture. All she desired was to yield to the relentless rhythm, to let her thoughts dissolve completely. However, the sharp, excruciating sting as he struck her rear, coupled with the menacing promise of even more severe ’retribution’, finally loosened her resolve to speak.

"The... ah! The Golden-Tide Consortium... Ah! Master, please, so deep!" she panted, her manicured hands trembling as she clutched the smooth, polished railing of the corridor for support while he continued to drive into her relentlessly from behind.

"Speak plainly, harlot," Wang Jian commanded, delivering another smack to her right buttock, perfectly mirroring the already reddened marks on her exceptionally fair skin.

SLAP!

"Ah! Yes! The Golden-Tide Consortium!" she shrieked, her full lips parting as she divulged her faction's most guarded secrets without hesitation. "It is... it is a highly influential, mid-tier trading establishment. Our operations span across seven distinct sea territories... ahh! We manage the distribution of profound-sea minerals and ancient weaponry."

"An organization of mid-tier standing doesn't secure a monopoly in Azure Cloud City without paying deference," Wang Jian dissected with keen insight, his hips maintaining their brutal, unyielding pace, ensuring her ample bosom swayed dramatically with every thrust. "Which powerful entity acts as your patron? Whose protection do you operate under?"

Shangguan Wan’er swallowed convulsively, a fleeting glimpse of genuine, deep-seated fear momentarily cutting through the haze of her intense arousal. "We operate... we operate directly under the aegis of the supreme regional authority. We are... ahhh! We are subordinates to the Myriad Ocean Palace!"

She uttered the name that commanded absolute fear, unquestioning reverence, and complete obedience across innumerable isles and oceanic expanses in this world.

Wang Jian’s dark, starlit gaze intensified as he accessed the comprehensive intelligence he had amassed regarding the intricate geopolitical structure. The Myriad Ocean Palace was far more than merely a formidable sect; it stood as the undisputed apex power of the entire region. It was a colossal, ancient entity of a faction, spearheaded by a terrifyingly powerful Late-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and bolstered by countless affiliated Early and Mid-Stage Nascent Soul experts who governed the lesser sects with iron fists. To incur the Myriad Ocean Palace's displeasure was to court celestial retribution.

"So, you are merely a lapdog of the Palace," Wang Jian sneered cruelly, his voice laced with profound contempt. He wrapped his arms around her slender, sweat-slicked waist, his large fingers migrating upward to roughly grasp her substantial, heavy, and voluptuous breasts from behind. He squeezed the bountiful flesh with bruising intensity, deliberately digging his nails into the sensitive skin encircling her rosy nipples.

"Ahhhh! Yes! I am a dog! I am your dog, Master!" she vocalized, the sharp, biting pain from his nails eliciting a sharp, overwhelmingly pleased, breathless moan from her throat. She leaned her body heavily against his chest, her curvaceous posterior pressing back into his groin, pleading for further humiliation.

"How many true cultivators does your little Consortium command?" Wang Jian interrogated, his grip on her massive breasts tightening, kneading them savagely as he propelled her further down the corridor.

"The Consortium... ahh! Master, you're tearing me apart! The Consortium fields three... three Nascent Soul Realm experts!" she stammered, the words tumbling out in a desperate, frantic rush, desperate to appease him, desperate to ensure he continued his aggressive penetration of her ravaged body. "Two of them are at the Early-Stage... they oversee the primary trade routes and the security of the inner island vaults..."

"And the third?" Wang Jian inquired, his voice descending into a dark, commanding rumble. He significantly increased his pace, his formidable virility completely, utterly dominating her constricted, moist passage, stretching her to her utmost physical limits.

"The third is... ah! He is a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul expert!" she screamed loudly, her alluring, sweat-slicked form undulating instinctively against his muscular physique, completely succumbing to the rhythm of his assault. "He... he is the supreme leader of the Consortium! He is my grandfather!"

Wang Jian ceased his movement abruptly. A deep, dark, incredibly sinister smile began to bloom across his perfectly handsome face. The strategic ramifications of her revelation resonated powerfully within his sharp intellect. He had not merely captured a prosperous merchant; he had secured the direct, cherished bloodline of a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator. He now held the means to completely dismantle a major tributary state of the Myriad Ocean Palace from within.

"Kneel," Wang Jian commanded.

He did not withdraw. Instead, he guided her incredibly alluring, shapely form downwards. Shangguan Wan’er gasped as she was positioned onto her hands and knees directly in the middle of the expansive, frost-jade hallway, her raven hair cascading onto the chilly floor. Wang Jian remained standing behind her, his knees slightly bent, maintaining her perfect posture for his relentless, severe use. Her ample, vibrant red posterior was elevated, presenting her slick, completely used virgin pink vulva directly for his unyielding assault.

"If you are the cherished, prized granddaughter of a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator," Wang Jian demanded, his hips thrusting forward like a lash, slamming his pelvic bone against her exceptionally fair, marked skin with a shock-inducing impact, "then what in the blazes are you doing managing a secondary auction house in a border town like Azure Cloud? This position is for a branch manager, not the direct heir of a massive Consortium."

Shangguan Wan’er’s exquisite face suffused with a deep, vivid scarlet, a complicated, turbulent blend of ancient, bitter resentments and present, overwhelming arousal.

"I... I am not his sole grandchild... ahh! Oh, Master! Faster, please! Yes!" she pleaded, her luscious lips parting as she tilted her head back, her substantial breasts swaying heavily under her chest while she supported herself on her quivering arms.

Wang Jian let out a chuckle, a deep, resonant sound of pure amusement at how thoroughly her facade of noble dignity was crumbling. He lifted his hand and delivered another stern, full-force smack to her plump, bouncing backside.

SLAP! SLAP!

"Explain," he commanded.

"Ah! Thank you, Master! Thank you!" she wept with genuine, distorted gratitude, the pain flooding her senses with dark endorphins. "My grandfather... he has numerous descendants. Uncles, aunts, cousins... and his own personal, chosen disciples. The Golden-Tide Consortium is not a family... it is a viper’s nest of ferocious, ravenous wolves."

She proceeded to unveil the intense, exceedingly cutthroat internal dynamics of her business organization. It was an arena where familial ties signified absolutely nothing without demonstrated, irrefutable profitability, sheer savagery, and overwhelming dominance.

"They all desperately desire the primary branch inheritance," she continued breathlessly, her voice trembling with the intensity of his persistent thrusts. "Everyone yearns for access to the inner vaults. They scheme, they assassinate, they sabotage each other’s trading fleets. To survive, one must exhibit greater ruthlessness than all others."

"And you?" Wang Jian inquired, clutching her hips firmly, adjusting his angle to strike a particularly sensitive point deep within her vaginal canal, eliciting a high-pitched, shuddering cry of profound pleasure.

"I was dispatched here... ahh! I was sent to Azure Cloud City not as a reprimand, but as a trial by fire," she sobbed, tears of physical ecstasy and emotional release coursing down her face. "It was a test. A crucial test to ascertain if I could forge my own influence, my own fortune, completely independent of the main branch’s resources. If I could subjugate this border city, if I could command the flow of precious artifacts..."

She gasped for air, her internal walls clenching spasmodically around his thick member.

"I arrived here to acquire experience," she whimpered, her haughty pride utterly annihilated, confessing her most profound aspirations to the man who had shattered her. "To secure rare treasures... to establish a foundation so incredibly indisputable that my grandfather would have utterly no alternative but to designate me as his sole successor. My ambition was to triumph over them all."

"And in your pursuit, you encountered me," Wang Jian boomed with laughter, a triumphant, echoing sound. He grasped her firmly by the hips, driving her slick, thoroughly used vulva back against his groin with brutal, bone-jarring force, entirely disregarding her soft moans.

"Yes... I encountered you, Master," Shangguan Wan’er admitted softly, a deep, chilling comprehension dawning within her fractured consciousness. The final, tenacious vestiges of her arrogance evaporated, draining away onto the cold jade floorboards. It was entirely supplanted by the dark, perverse realization that being his concubine, being brutally defiled and humiliated by this terrifying, magnificent demon, was immeasurably more gratifying, infinitely more pleasurable than any corporate intrigue or mercantile dominion she could ever achieve. She belonged to him. The Consortium no longer held her desire; only his massive virility mattered.

"There exists... a complication, Master," she whispered subserviently, feeling a compulsion to become a valuable instrument, to demonstrate her worthiness to him. "The primary office of my auction house, situated nearer to the inner isles of the Myriad Ocean Palace... they harbor significant doubts about my loyalty. My uncle has appointed a dedicated enforcer to oversee all high-value transactions. He is a cultivator at the Early-Stage Nascent Soul level. He makes occasional visits to Azure Cloud City to scrutinize my accounts."

"They are… immensely powerful," she warned him, her tone lacking any genuine threat or concern. It wasn’t a warning of danger, but more like an obedient pet presenting a shiny trinket to its owner.

"Let them be powerful," Wang Jian dismissed the so-called threat instantly. His dark, starlit eyes gleamed with boundless ambition and absolute arrogance. His Stellar Demonic Qi flared confidently, its crushing pressure momentarily expanding to fill the entire corridor. "An Early-Stage Nascent Soul watchdog is merely a stepping stone. By the time your precious uncle or grandfather realizes you are missing from their political machinations, I will have entirely consolidated my power. I’ll be ready to slaughter them all and claim the entire Consortium for myself."

He reached forward, grabbing a fistful of her sweaty, tangled dark hair. Violently pulling her head back, he forced her to look up at him over her shoulder. Her beautiful, bruised face displayed absolute, masochistic devotion.

"Now, enough politics," Wang Jian declared, his voice dropping an octave, signaling the end of the interrogation. "I have broken your body. I have claimed your mind. It is time for you to pay the physical toll for entering my domain, and then, you will take me to your treasury."

A sickeningly wet sound accompanied his withdrawal from her dripping pussy. Before Shangguan Wan’er could even whimper at the loss, he hauled her incredibly sexy, naked body up from the floor.

"Turn around," he commanded.

She obeyed instantly, turning to face him. Her massive, heavy breasts swayed, and her very fair skin was covered in the bright red marks of his dominance.

Wang Jian raised his hand, channeling an incredibly dense thread of Stellar Demonic Qi into his index finger. It glowed with a terrifying, pitch-black luminescence that seemed to devour the surrounding red light.

"I am placing a permanent marker of your submission upon your flesh," Wang Jian stated coldly. "A brand that binds your soul, your cultivation, and your very life entirely to my will."

He stepped forward and pressed his glowing black finger directly against her incredibly flat, toned lower abdomen, positioning the brand just an inch above the soft, dark curls of her virgin pink pussy.

"AGHHHHHHH!"

Shangguan Wan’er screamed, a sound of sheer, unadulterated agony that tore at her throat. The pain was beyond description. It felt as though a branding iron forged in the deepest pits of hell was being driven directly into her core. The dark Qi burned into her very fair skin, sizzling and smoking, etching a complex, intricate demonic rune directly into her flesh.

But true to her newly awakened, thoroughly corrupted nature, the absolute agony was inextricably and instantly linked to an overwhelming, mind-shattering surge of dark sexual pleasure. As the Slave Seal burned into her skin, binding her Half-Step Nascent Soul to his command, her legs trembled violently. A massive, uncontrollable wave of wetness flooded from her tight pussy, streaming down her inner thighs. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her jaw slacked, and she experienced a violent, full-body orgasm born entirely from the pain of absolute subjugation.

When Wang Jian removed his finger, a flawless, pitch-black demonic rune rested permanently on her lower abdomen, a stark, beautiful contrast against her pale skin.

Shangguan Wan’er collapsed against his chest, completely drained, panting heavily, her body twitching with aftershocks.

"You are mine," Wang Jian whispered, stroking her sweaty hair. "Now. Dress yourself. We are going to the Golden-Scale Auction House. You are going to give me everything."

The transition from the blood-red, degradation-filled corridors of the Ice Heart Pavilion to the crisp, cool night air of Azure Cloud City was jarring.

Wang Jian utilized the vast array of resources he had confiscated. From the spatial ring of Elder Leng, he procured a set of elegant, high-grade clothing suitable for a wealthy merchant. He dressed himself in a dark, midnight-blue robe embroidered with subtle silver thread, projecting the aura of a mysterious, profoundly powerful noble.

For Shangguan Wan’er, he selected a stunning, deep crimson silk dress from her own spatial storage ring. It was a garment fit for the M