Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

The night stretched on, the moon tracing its arc across the inky sky. Wang Jian, fueled by his seemingly inexhaustible stamina, continued his relentless assault, his passion showing no signs of waning. The courtyard, once a tranquil haven, now echoed with the sounds of moans, gasps, and the rhythmic slapping of flesh.

With each passing moment, Wang Jian became more aggressive, his movements more demanding, his touch more insistent. He explored every inch of Xinqiao's body, teasing her sensitive spots, driving her to the brink of ecstasy and then pulling back, only to push her even further the next time.

Xinqiao, as the initial haze of drunkenness began to dissipate, found her mind slowly returning to clarity. A chilling realization began to dawn on her. 'What am I doing?' she thought, a wave of panic washing over her. 'This is wrong. I'm betraying Xuan.'

But as she tried to pull away, to voice her concerns, Wang Jian's touch intensified, his fingers finding their way to her most sensitive areas, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. His lips traced a path down her neck, his teeth gently nipping at her skin, eliciting soft moans from her lips.

The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation that washed away her doubts and inhibitions. She found herself unable to resist, her body responding instinctively to his touch. 'It feels… so good,' she thought, her mind struggling to reconcile the pleasure she was experiencing with the guilt that was gnawing at her. 'I shouldn't… but I can't stop.'

Wang Jian, sensing her internal struggle, pressed his advantage. He whispered words of encouragement and praise in her ear, further fueling her desire and suppressing her guilt. He knew he had her on the edge, and he wasn't about to let her slip away.

He also didn't forget about Yujia, who continued to please him with her own body, her hands and lips exploring his form with practiced skill. He paid her attention as well, ensuring that she was also thoroughly satisfied. 'Feng Xuan's got good taste in women, I'll give him that,' Wang Jian mused, a smirk playing on his lips as he alternated between pleasuring both of them. 'It's like feasting on two delectable dishes at once. Quite the banquet.'

Another wave of intense pleasure washed over Xinqiao, causing her to cry out, her body arching beneath Wang Jian. She was lost in the moment, her mind completely consumed by the sensations he was eliciting.

"Yes… yes… like that…" she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wang Jian continued his relentless assault, showing no signs of fatigue. His stamina seemed endless, his desire insatiable. He moved from Xinqiao to Yujia, then back again, ensuring that both women were thoroughly pleasured.

As the night wore on, Xinqiao's initial reluctance had completely vanished, replaced by a desperate need for more. She clung to Wang Jian, her body moving in sync with his, her moans becoming louder and more insistent.

Yujia also seemed to be in a state of complete abandon, her inhibitions long gone. She openly embraced her role as Wang Jian's concubine, eagerly fulfilling his every desire.

"Master… more… please…" she whispered, her voice filled with longing.

Wang Jian obliged, his movements becoming more forceful, his touch more demanding. He was in complete control, manipulating their bodies, their emotions, their very desires.

As dawn began to break, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, Wang Jian finally reached his peak again, releasing a powerful roar as he emptied his seed into Xinqiao once more.

He then moved to Yujia once more, continuing his relentless assault on their bodies. He felt a sense of triumph. He had not only seduced Xinqiao but had also further cemented his control over Yujia, using her to facilitate his conquest.

As he lay between the two exhausted but satisfied women, Wang Jian couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. His plan was proceeding flawlessly.

He had successfully undermined Xinqiao's faith in Feng Xuan, driving a wedge between them and establishing himself as her confidante and lover.

The Crimson Flame Belt was teetering on the brink of chaos, and he was the one pulling the strings.

'This is going even better than I could have hoped,' he thought, a predatory gleam in his eyes. 'Soon, everything will be mine.' He glanced at the two beautiful women lying beside him, their bodies entwined, their faces flushed with exhaustion.

'And they,' he thought, a cruel smile playing on his lips, 'will be my devoted slaves.'

The morning light crept into the courtyard, revealing the aftermath of the night's debauchery. The air was still thick with the scent of wine and passion, a testament to Wang Jian's successful conquest.

~~

The morning sun streamed through the open windows of Xinqiao's chamber, casting a warm glow on the scene of post-debauchery. Wang Jian awoke first, his eyes fluttering open to find himself nestled between two naked beauties.

Xinqiao and Yujia were still asleep, their bodies entwined with his, their faces flushed with the remnants of the previous night's passion. 'Well, this is a pleasant sight to wake up to,' Wang Jian thought with a smirk. 'Feng Xuan's wives certainly know how to… relax.'

He reached out and playfully smacked both their buttocks, eliciting startled gasps from the two women. "Rise and shine, sleeping beauties," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "The day awaits."

Xinqiao's eyes fluttered open, her gaze landing on Wang Jian. She blinked a few times, trying to clear her head. Then, her eyes widened as she took in her surroundings.

She looked around the disheveled chamber, the scattered clothing, the lingering scent of wine and sex. Then, her gaze fell on her own naked body, and the memories of the previous night came flooding back.

Her eyes widened in horror. 'Oh my gods,' she thought, a wave of shame washing over her. 'What have I done?' She looked at Wang Jian, her expression a mixture of confusion and fear. "Who… who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling. "You're not just a… collector, are you?"

Wang Jian smiled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. He had been expecting this reaction. "You're right, Lady Xinqiao," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "I am not just a collector. I am Wang Jian, the leader of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion, and many other factions that have recently made their presence known in this cosmos."

Xinqiao's eyes widened further. The Heavenly Jade Pavilion. She had heard her husband speak of them, of the massive unknown galaxies that had appeared in the Eastern Cosmos, led by this mysterious sect. She had never imagined that the man she had spent the night with was their leader. 'This… this explains everything,' she thought, her mind reeling. 'The Crimson Dawn… his power… it all makes sense now.'

"Why?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why would you do this? Why would you… have sex with me like that?"

Wang Jian's gaze swept over her naked body, his eyes lingering on her full breasts. "Do I really need a reason, Lady Xinqiao?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You are a beautiful woman. Any man would be fortunate to spend a night with you."

Xinqiao then turned her gaze to Yujia, her expression filled with confusion and betrayal. "Yujia," she said, her voice trembling. "What… what is your relationship with him?"

Yujia offered a small, almost apologetic smile. "He is my master, Xinqiao," she said softly. "I… I serve him diligently."

Wang Jian placed a hand on Yujia's shoulder, pulling her closer. "Yujia has experienced the… joys of serving me," he said, his voice laced with a hint of possessiveness. "She knows better than to betray my trust."

He then stood up, stretching his limbs, his gaze sweeping over both women. "Now," he said, his voice regaining its usual cheerfulness. "How about a refreshing bath? I believe we all deserve to wash away the… remnants of last night's festivities."

He led them towards the spacious bathroom, which was equipped with a large, ornate bathtub. He quickly filled the tub with warm water, adding fragrant oils and flower petals.

He then turned back to the two women, a playful glint in his eyes. "Shall we?" he asked, gesturing towards the steaming bath.

Without waiting for a response, he began to undress himself, revealing his perfectly sculpted body. He then turned to Xinqiao and Yujia, gently urging them to join him.

Xinqiao hesitated for a moment, still feeling a mixture of shame and confusion. But the allure of the warm bath, and the undeniable attraction she felt towards Wang Jian, eventually overcame her reluctance. She slowly removed her remaining garments, her eyes fixed on the floor.

Yujia, on the other hand, had no such reservations. She eagerly disrobed, her eyes fixed on Wang Jian, her expression filled with adoration.

They all entered the bath together, the warm water enveloping their bodies, easing their sore muscles. Wang Jian sat between the two women, his arms draped casually around their shoulders.

He began to wash their bodies, his touch gentle and teasing. He paid particular attention to Xinqiao, gently caressing her breasts and whispering words of encouragement in her ear.

Xinqiao, despite her initial reluctance, found herself relaxing under his touch. The warm water, the fragrant oils, and Wang Jian's gentle ministrations were slowly erasing the shame and confusion she had felt earlier.

Yujia, meanwhile, continued to openly express her affection for Wang Jian, pressing her body against his, whispering words of praise and admiration.

The bathroom was filled with the sounds of splashing water, soft moans, and whispered conversations. Wang Jian had successfully solidified his control over both women, using a combination of manipulation, seduction, and raw sexual prowess.