Harem Developing Villain

Chapter 88: Ye Fan's Debauchery In Azure Peak Sect

The tension in the room shifted after their discussion on recruitment. A playful glint entered Wang Li's eyes as he stared at Xia Bingling. "So, my dear," he began, his voice a husky whisper, "how will you compensate me for my invaluable services?"

Xia Bingling, still flushed from their earlier encounter, understood the double meaning behind his words. A blush crept up her neck as she feigned innocence. "Compensate you?" she echoed, her voice laced with amusement. "What do you have in mind, Li?"

Wang Li's smile widened, a flicker of mischief dancing in his ruby eyes. He took a slow step towards her, his gaze tracing the elegant curve of her neck. With a swift movement, he reached out and grazed his fingers against the silk sash holding her robe closed.

"Let's just say," he continued, his voice a low rumble, "I require a more… personal form of payment."

He gently pulled at the sash, the silk whispering as it slid open. Xia Bingling gasped, her blush deepening as her robe fell away, revealing the enticing curves beneath. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of apprehension and anticipation swirling within her.

"You already have me, Li," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "What more could you possibly desire?"

Wang Li's answer was a hungry kiss. He cupped her face in his hands, his lips crushing against hers in a searing display of passion. He devoured her kiss, his hunger mirroring the fire that blazed in his eyes.

Xia Bingling melted into his touch, her earlier resistance dissolving in the heat of his desire. Her body, already yearning for his touch, surrendered completely. He lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the plush bed, his every movement fueled by an insatiable urgency.

The afternoon sun climbed higher in the sky, casting long shadows across the room. Inside, a symphony of moans and breathless whispers filled the air. Wang Li and Xia Bingling, consumed by their passion, explored each other's bodies with a fervor that defied the passage of time.

Finally, as the sun reached its zenith, they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Wang Li, the first to regain his composure, leaned back, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"That," he said, his voice hoarse, "was just the motivation I needed."

He rose from the bed and, with practiced ease, made his way to the bathroom, leaving Xia Bingling lying sprawled across the bed, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips.

After a refreshing clean-up, he straightened his clothes and headed out, leaving Xia Bingling to enjoy the afterglow of their encounter. His destination: the Elder's Hall. The day's work wasn't over.

Reaching the hall, he entered with an air of authority that demanded immediate attention. The Elders, startled by his unexpected arrival, scrambled to greet him.

He addressed the assembled elders with a confident air. "Elders," he boomed, his voice filled with authority, "By order of Matriarch Xia Bingling, the Xia Family is initiating a recruitment drive."

A murmur of surprise rippled through the hall. The news was unexpected, yet exciting.

Wang Li, anticipating their questions, elaborated further. "We are looking for talented cultivators to join our ranks," he explained. "Cultivators who share our vision and are ready to contribute to the Xia Family's growth."

He then proceeded to outline the details: the application process, the skillsets they were looking for, and the location for prospective recruits to gather.

"Field number three," he emphasized, "will serve as the registration point for those seeking to join our esteemed family."

The elders listened attentively, their faces reflecting a mixture of curiosity and approval. Once Wang Li finished, he dismissed them, allowing them to spread the news and prepare for the influx of hopeful cultivators.

As he left the Elder's Hall, a satisfied smirk played on his lips. The Xia Family's machinery was in motion.

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Far from the bustling Xia Family manor, within the serene confines of the Azure Peak Sect, a different kind of storm brewed.

The former disciples of the Stone Mountain Sect, brought in by Ye Fan, were now being distributed amongst the sect's various branches.

The air crackled with nervous anticipation as the elders of the Azure Peak Sect scrutinized the newcomers.

The elders, meticulous in their evaluations, had separated the wheat from the chaff. Only the most talented disciples earned a coveted spot in the Azure Peak Sect's prestigious main branch. Amongst them were a handful of former Stone Mountain Sect disciples, their faces a mixture of relief and excitement.

However, Ye Fan's influence had not gone unnoticed. He had subtly swayed the selection process, ensuring that all the beautiful women, regardless of talent, were chosen for the main branch. A sly smile played on his lips as he surveyed his handiwork – a bevy of captivating women, each one a potential addition to his personal pleasure garden.

Unfortunately, his gaze fell upon Zeng Liuli, her exquisite features clouded with a hint of apprehension. Fate hadn't been on his side. The Grand Elder, renowned for his discerning eye, had recognized Zeng Liuli's exceptional cultivation potential and claimed her as his own disciple. A sharp click of his tongue betrayed his frustration.

Zeng Liuli, now a direct disciple of the Grand Elder, held a status equal to his own. Even for Ye Fan, crossing the Grand Elder would be a suicidal move.

But Ye Fan was nothing if not adaptable. A perverted glint replaced the fleeting flicker of disappointment. The women he'd manipulated into joining the main branch, though not as exquisite as Zeng Liuli, were still pleasing to the eye. They would serve as his personal harem, one by one, their bodies his for the taking.

A cunning smile stretched across his face. He wouldn't act rashly. Discretion was key. The carefully cultivated image of a righteous cultivator, earned through years of carefully crafted public appearances, mustn't be tarnished. He'd orchestrate his indulgences with meticulous secrecy, ensuring each encounter fueled his desires while leaving his reputation squeaky clean.

With a predatory grin, Ye Fan approached a group of beautiful women, his face morphing into a mask of charming concern.

"Welcome to the main branch," he purred, his voice dripping with a feigned sincerity.

He cleared his throat, assuming a mask of benevolence. "For any of you disciples facing difficulties, be it bullying, cultivation problems, or simply someone to confide in," he announced, his voice projecting across the room, "don't hesitate to approach me. Consider me your senior brother, and I'll do everything in my power to assist you."

His words fell on receptive ears. The displaced disciples, many of them young and vulnerable, readily warmed to Ye Fan's seemingly kind gesture. He was their champion, a beacon of hope in an unfamiliar environment. This carefully constructed image served his purpose well.

In the days that followed, they approached him with various issues, from navigating the sect's complex hierarchy to seeking guidance on their cultivation techniques. Ye Fan, ever the opportunist, seized these opportunities.

He offered "assistance" with a touch that lingered too long, brushing a stray strand of hair from their faces with unnecessary intimacy. He "diagnosed" their cultivation problems with his hands lingering on their pressure points, sending shivers down their spines. His touch, subtle at first, became progressively bolder with each encounter.

He carefully selected each woman, orchestrating these interactions in the privacy of his own quarters or secluded gardens. He'd offer a soothing cup of tea, then "accidentally" brush his hand against theirs. He'd "demonstrate" a cultivation technique, his hand guiding theirs a little too close, a little too intimately.

These seemingly innocent actions, veiled behind his "helpful demeanor," left the women flustered and surprisingly receptive. Isolated and yearning for connection, they misinterpreted his advances as genuine affection.

Finally, once he felt the time was right, Ye Fan would subtly invite a woman to his private cave abode under the pretense of discussing her cultivation progress further.

Under the guise of offering personalized guidance in secluded practice sessions, he finally had them where he wanted them. Away from prying eyes, the facade of kindness crumbled, replaced by a predatory glint in his eyes.

And with practiced ease, he'd maneuver each woman into a web of manipulation and coercion. His true intentions became clear as he abandoned the pretense of helpfulness and initiated more… intimate physical touches.

One by one, these trusting women fell prey to his lust. Weak and overwhelmed, they found themselves unable to resist the pressure exerted by their supposed savior. Each conquest reaffirmed his twisted sense of entitlement.

And thus, under the golden glow of the Azure Peak Sect, Ye Fan, the hero who rescued them from destruction, became the puppeteer who built his own twisted harem, his true nature hidden behind a mask of benevolence.

The women who had sought his help became his unwilling playthings, their beauty becoming a curse within the confines of the Azure Peak Sect.

However, the seeds of his downfall were also being sown.

Each encounter fueled a simmering resentment in his victims. The gratitude they initially felt slowly transmuted into a silent rage, a burning desire for revenge.

And within the walls of the Azure Peak Sect, oblivious to the storm brewing beneath the surface, Ye Fan continued to spin his web of lies and lust.