Harem Developing Villain

Chapter 239: Zhen Qiuyue's Information

Wang Li sat back in his private chamber, a slow, pleased smile spreading across his face. Zhen Qiuyue knelt before him, her chest rising and falling rapidly, still catching her breath from their latest encounter. Her long, dark hair was disheveled, and her cheeks flushed a deep red, but the expression on her face was one of both submission and purpose.

She had come to him once again, and not just to offer herself—though that had become a regular occurrence since their first meeting. No, today, like every time she came, she brought with her vital information that would help Wang Li in his conquest of the Devil Sects.

"Qiuyue," Wang Li said smoothly, his fingers trailing lightly along her exposed shoulder. "You never fail to bring me what I need. Now, tell me what you have learned this time."

Zhen Qiuyue straightened, adjusting her robe, though it hung loosely on her voluptuous figure, barely concealing her full breasts and wide hips. Her robe, made of dark silk, clung to her curves in a way that was both seductive and commanding. Even in moments of intimacy, she retained an air of power.

"I have information on Lin Yun's next target," Zhen Qiuyue began, her voice steady despite the intensity of their earlier encounter. "He plans to launch an assault on the western outposts of your sect. He believes they are vulnerable due to recent attacks, but I've seen to it that they receive only partial information."

Wang Li's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Good. What else?"

Zhen Qiuyue hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Lin Yun has also been seeking to enlist the aid of powerful experts. One of them is a rogue cultivator by the name of Xuan Ling, who is known for his skills in both martial arts and formations. Lin Yun believes Xuan Ling will help him secure a strong foothold in the region.

If you can intercept Xuan Ling and make sure he doesn't join forces with Lin Yun…"

Wang Li smirked, nodding as he processed the information. "I see. I'll make sure to handle Xuan Ling before Lin Yun even gets close." He stood from his chair, towering over her, and his hand reached out to gently cup her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze. "You've been most helpful, Qiuyue. You know how much I value your loyalty."

Zhen Qiuyue's breath hitched slightly as Wang Li's hand trailed down her neck, but she remained composed. She had fallen into this pattern, and despite the complicated feelings she harbored toward Wang Li, her role as his informant—and his lover—had become her reality.

"There's more," she said, her voice slightly more hushed. "I've learned the locations of the most important female figures in the Devil Sects. These women—matriarchs and palace mistresses—control vast portions of the sects, and if you were to… sway them, it could shift the balance of power entirely."

Wang Li's smile widened. He had been waiting for this information. He knew that Zhen Qiuyue's loyalty to Lin Yun was nothing more than a mask, and with her help, he could quietly infiltrate and conquer the most influential factions of the Devil Sects.

"Tell me," Wang Li said, his voice dropping to a low, intimate whisper. "Who are these women, and where can I find them?"

Zhen Qiuyue's eyes flickered, a mixture of hesitation and resolve in her gaze. She had crossed too many lines to turn back now. "There are three matriarchs you should focus on," she began. "Each leads a powerful faction, and if you manage to control them, you'll have the leverage to dominate the Devil Sects."

She shifted slightly, her robe slipping further down her shoulders, exposing more of her pale skin. "The first is Matriarch Qin Xiulan. She rules the Twilight Blood Sect, known for their mastery of blood magic. She's elusive and intelligent, but if you approach her carefully, you may find a way in."

Wang Li nodded thoughtfully, already calculating how he could manipulate the situation. "And the others?"

Zhen Qiuyue continued, her voice steady despite the intimate proximity between them. "There's Palace Mistress Mei Yulan of the Shadow Lotus Sect. She's rumored to be a master of poisons and assassination, and she controls a large network of spies. If you can bring her under your influence, you'll have control over a significant portion of the underground information network."

Wang Li's smirk deepened. The idea of turning a master of spies into one of his conquests amused him. "Interesting. And the third?"

Zhen Qiuyue hesitated, her lips parting slightly before she spoke. "The last is Matriarch Zhao Lanying of the Iron Blossom Sect. She's the most physically powerful of the three and commands a sect known for their brute strength and endurance. Convincing her to follow you will be difficult, but if you succeed, her forces will be invaluable."

Wang Li stepped back, pacing slowly around the room, his hands clasped behind his back. "These women," he mused, "they hold the keys to the Devil Sects' power. If I conquer them, Lin Yun's influence will crumble."

Zhen Qiuyue nodded, watching him carefully. "Yes. But it won't be easy. Each of them is strong-willed, and they won't be easily swayed."

Wang Li chuckled, turning to face her with a confident grin. "Strong-willed women are my specialty, Qiuyue. You should know that by now."

Zhen Qiuyue's heart skipped a beat at his words, a flush creeping up her neck. She knew what was coming next. Every time she brought him vital information, Wang Li rewarded her with the same intense passion that had first broken her will.

"Now," Wang Li said, his voice dropping lower, "you've done well, Qiuyue. But before we continue planning, I think it's time for your reward."

Without waiting for her response, Wang Li reached for her, pulling her up from her kneeling position. Zhen Qiuyue's body pressed against his as he captured her lips in a heated, demanding kiss. His hands roamed over her body, slipping beneath the loose folds of her robe, pulling it open once again.

Zhen Qiuyue moaned softly against his lips, her mind already slipping into the familiar haze of lust that clouded her every time she was with him. She knew she shouldn't be giving in so easily, but Wang Li's power—his dominance—was too overwhelming to resist.

Their clothes fell to the floor in a heap as Wang Li guided her toward the large bed in the center of the room. The chamber was dimly lit by flickering lanterns, casting shadows across their entwined forms as they fell onto the silk sheets.

As Wang Li took her once again, Zhen Qiuyue's mind drifted briefly to the matriarchs she had mentioned. Each one was a formidable beauty in her own right, and Wang Li's plan to conquer them was as depraved as it was clever. He wouldn't rush things. No, Wang Li was a master of subtlety, and he would approach each of these women with care, ensuring that no one suspected his true intentions.

His tactics, though slow, would be effective. For Matriarch Qin Xiulan, he would plant seeds of doubt in her mind about Lin Yun's loyalty, using Zhen Qiuyue to feed her false information. He would create a scenario where Qin Xiulan needed him—where she had no choice but to turn to him for help.

For Palace Mistress Mei Yulan, Wang Li would play on her ambitions. He would subtly offer her power in exchange for her loyalty, presenting himself as the only man capable of elevating her status within the Devil Sects.

And for Matriarch Zhao Lanying, he would use brute force and dominance, showing her that no man could match his strength. Slowly but surely, he would break her down, turning her into another of his conquests.

Zhen Qiuyue gasped as Wang Li's movements intensified, her fingers gripping the silk sheets beneath her as her body responded to his every touch. Despite her conflicted feelings, she knew that this was the price she paid for the power and influence Wang Li offered her.

As they reached their climax together, Zhen Qiuyue collapsed onto the bed, her body trembling in the aftermath of their passion. Wang Li lay beside her, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths.

"Remember, Qiuyue," he whispered into her ear, his hand brushing through her dark hair. "You're mine now. And soon, all of the Devil Sects will be as well."

Zhen Qiuyue closed her eyes, her heart heavy with the knowledge that she had fully submitted to him. But as long as she remained by his side, she would hold power—perhaps even more than Lin Yun ever could have given her.

And that, in the end, was all that mattered.