Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 231 Awkward Discussion Between Lady Zhuoran And Bixi Shuyan

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Wang Jian, Lady Zhuoran, and Bixi Shuyan slumbered through the morning, only awakening in the sultry embrace of the afternoon.

Wang Jian rose to find himself flanked by two enchanting Silver Tailed Fox beauties, their naked forms adding to the seductive tableau.

Both Lady Zhuoran and Bixi Shuyan kept their heads bowed, unable to meet each other's gaze, the weight of their shared memories and debauched actions weighing heavily on their minds.

Interrupting their contemplation, Wang Jian spoke, his voice carrying a mix of satisfaction and anticipation, "...That was an extraordinary night. And there will be countless more to come."

Lady Zhuoran, her voice tinged with bitterness and resignation, couldn't suppress her words any longer. "Y-You! Why?! I was content to serve you! But now, you've utterly humiliated me in front of my daughter! I... I can't face her without this overwhelming shame."

Her tone conveyed not anger, but the acceptance of a woman who had resigned herself to her fate.

Wang Jian's lips curled into a depraved and wicked smile as he responded, "The complicated relationship between you two added an extra layer of temptation and excitement for me."

Rising to his feet, his eyes fixed on the two naked women, he continued with a sinister glint in his gaze, "As for facing each other, I'll grant you some time alone to converse. Settle your affairs. But remember this: there is no escape from me. You are both my maids, bound to obey my every command."

"These nights will repeat endlessly, and you better perform with fervor. Should you falter... rest assured, I will exact punishment on the other. Lady Zhuoran, I know your deep love for your daughter. Surely, you wouldn't want her to suffer. And Bixi Shuyan, I am well aware of the profound affection you hold for your mother. So, I implore you both to give your utmost, ensuring their safety. Kekeke..."

A chilling tremor coursed through their very beings as those words reverberated in the air. Wang Jian, now dressed, left the tent, leaving Bixi Shuyan and Lady Zhuoran to confront the aftermath of their nightmarish encounter.

In the wake of Wang Jian's departure, Bixi Shuyan's voice quivered with remorse as she whimpered, "M-Mother... I'm so sorry. I never imagined he would subject you to such shame, even after I complied with his every demand, even surrendering my body to satisfy his desires. I even utilized my unique ability to procure treasures for him, yet this is the cruel fate we face."

Lady Zhuoran, moved by her daughter's apology, lifted her head, and embraced her tightly, her voice filled with raw emotion. "...My dear, it is I who should apologize to you. I should have known better than to trust this wicked man to honor his word. No matter what he wanted to do to me, I would have endured it willingly, but I never thought he would subject you to such cruelty. My precious daughter, this evil man has truly inflicted unimaginable torment upon you."

Bixi Shuyan wept unabashedly in her mother's comforting embrace, finding solace in their shared pain.

As the tears flowed, Bixi Shuyan couldn't help but ask, her voice quivering, "What should we do now, mother?"

Lady Zhuoran's tone turned bitter, laced with resignation. "I have no choice but to continue obeying his commands. I cannot allow him to harm you, my beloved daughter. You needn't abide by his demands any longer. I know he has a twisted fascination with my body, and even if you refuse, he won't harm me."

Bixi Shuyan pulled away from her mother's embrace, her gaze piercing into Lady Zhuoran's eyes with determination. "...No, mother! I cannot let you shoulder this risk alone! I would rather endure his wickedness with my body than risk your safety!"

"Shuyan, listen to me! You mustn't be entangled in this any further!" Lady Zhuoran spoke with unwavering resolve.

Bixi Shuyan's response matched her mother's conviction. "I have no choice! If he desires me, he can take me at any moment! Neither of us possesses the means to resist him now!"

Those words rang with a sobering truth, piercing Lady Zhuoran's consciousness.

Horror etched upon her features, Lady Zhuoran muttered under her breath, her voice trembling, "...Then it seems we have but one path left—to serve him wholeheartedly."

"Yes, mother. It is the only path left to us," Bixi Shuyan affirmed resolutely.

Their rapid agreement stemmed from a deeper truth. Buried within their minds, a craving for that intoxicating and addictive pleasure had taken hold.

They had convinced themselves that if escape was impossible, they would strive to derive pleasure from their servitude.

This was precisely the mindset Wang Jian had intended to instill in them.

Clad in their attire, the two women emerged from the tent, only to be greeted by the unexpected sight of Wang Jian awaiting their presence.

A sinister grin danced upon his lips, tinged with a twisted and depraved allure.

He wasted no time in addressing them, his voice laced with wicked intent, "Ah, so you've had your heart-to-heart conversation, I presume? I trust all lingering sentiments have been resolved, for I demand unwavering obedience from both of you."

With a touch of trepidation, Lady Zhuoran stepped forward, her voice steady, "Indeed, Your Highness. We have reached a resolute decision. We shall dedicate ourselves to serving you."

There was an air of surrender in her words, a surrender born out of the dark and twisted web that Wang Jian had intricately woven around their lives.

"You both reached this conclusion rather swiftly. I must admit, I had expected to exert more persuasion over the course of several nights," Wang Jian's voice dripped with a perverse delight, his depraved grin expanding further.

Both women trembled at his words, their faces etched with a mixture of fury and bitterness, yet Wang Jian remained indifferent to their reactions.

"Go on, depart for now. I will summon you when I require your presence," he commanded dismissively, his gaze fixated on Bixi Shuyan.

"And as for you," Wang Jian focused his attention on her, his tone laced with a chilling warning, "ensure you fulfill your duties in assisting me in uncovering valuable treasures. I trust you understand the consequences of failing me, my dear."

Bixi Shuyan's expression conveyed utter resignation, a semblance of defeat clouding her features as she responded in a subdued manner, "Yes, Your Highness. I shall not falter in my endeavors to meet your expectations."

"Very well, go now," Wang Jian commanded, and so the mother-daughter duo reluctantly made their way from his presence, their bodies bearing the weight of their recent encounters.

Meanwhile, Wang Jian proceeded towards Hong Meilin's tent, determined to check on her well-being.

Having spent a sleepless night grappling with the loss of her comrades, Hong Meilin had succumbed to exhaustion and slumbered through the morning.

"Meilin, are you awake?" Wang Jian called out, his voice projecting a mix of concern and authority.

A soft reply emanated from within the tent, "Yes, Your Highness. Please come inside."

Stepping into her tent, Wang Jian's gaze fixated upon Hong Meilin's ethereal yet alluring form, draped in her nightdress.

"I came to inquire about your well-being. My subordinates informed me that you haven't had breakfast or even lunch yet. Come outside and join me for a meal," Wang Jian proposed, his tone laced with genuine concern.

"I... I don't feel like eating right now, Your Highness," Hong Meilin responded weakly, her voice barely audible.

Asserting his authority, Wang Jian's voice grew more forceful. "No. You will join me and nourish yourself. I understand your anguish, but neglecting your health or tormenting yourself serves no purpose."

Taking a step closer, he extended his hand towards her, his eyes glinting with a mix of dominance and desire. "Come, take my hand."

Hong Meilin mustered a feeble smile, her grip on his hand delicate yet appreciative, as she rose slowly to her feet.

Grateful for his presence, she whispered softly, "Thank you for standing by my side, Your Highness."

Wang Jian's smirk widened, a mischievous gleam in his eyes, as he leaned closer, his lips tantalizingly close to Hong Meilin's, while his hands began their exploration of her enticing form.

Employing his Blissful Touch, he ensured that Hong Meilin experienced an exquisite euphoria at that very moment, immersing her in a state of pure delight.

As their lips reluctantly parted, a flicker of hesitation glimmered in Hong Meilin's eyes as she softly murmured, "Being in your presence brings me immeasurable joy, Your Highness."

"Change out of your nightdress and join me for lunch. We'll be moving from this location soon," Wang Jian instructed.

"Yes, Your Highness," Hong Meilin responded with a genuine sense of delight.

Wang Jian exited her tent and made his way to the pavilion where a sumptuous feast awaited. Lady Zhuoran and Bixi Shuyan soon joined him, their attire transformed from the scandalous nightdresses of the previous night to elegant and resplendent garments.

To any onlooker, it would be inconceivable that these two women had spent the night consumed by pleasure under Wang Jian's touch.

In due course, Hong Meilin arrived, adorned in a refined and graceful dress. Taking her place beside Wang Jian, she began partaking in the delectable spread before her.

Lady Zhuoran and Bixi Shuyan couldn't help but gape at Hong Meilin in utter disbelief. How could this woman sit next to Wang Jian so nonchalantly?

In their eyes, Wang Jian was an epitome of sinister depravity. Yet, this woman appeared oblivious to it all.

Wang Jian cast an amused gaze upon Lady Zhuoran and Bixi Shuyan, their faces instantly drenched in perspiration. His unsettling smile sent a shiver coursing down their spines, compelling them to hurriedly divert their attention to the food before them and eat with a fervent pace.