Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 232 Blissful Night With Hong Meilin

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As Wang Jian's faction continued their journey, their pace remained steady. After covering a considerable distance, they halted for a break, recognizing that traveling through the night would impede the rest their members required.

Throughout the entire ride, Wang Jian shared the same horse with Hong Meilin, engaging her in conversation and successfully coaxing her to open up. She confided in him about her apprehensions regarding facing the Pope and her fear of being blamed by the church's followers upon their return to the cathedral.

Wang Jian slowly reassured her, assuring her that everything would be fine. He emphasized that she didn't need the church's validation, as he would always stand by her side.

"In a way, it's fortunate that no one can reveal the truth about our relationship," Wang Jian remarked playfully.

His words prompted Hong Meilin to punch him jokingly and lightly, pouting cutely. "You shouldn't mock the deceased," she retorted.

"But what can I say? I must be truly blessed by fate," Wang Jian responded with a jest.

Hong Meilin hmphed, turning her head away.

Wang Jian chuckled, his arms encircling her waist as he whispered into her ear, "Honestly, I never cared for any of those mindless fools. You were the only one I truly liked. It saddens me to see the church exploit you so shamelessly."

Hong Meilin blushed slightly, feeling a tinge of embarrassment as Wang Jian openly teased and toyed with her amidst the other members of his faction.

Nonetheless, she suppressed her embarrassment and replied, "...But Your Highness, I was raised in the church. I can't help but feel grateful to them for nurturing me."

"Hmph. It is they who should consider themselves fortunate to have raised someone like you," Wang Jian whispered.

Although Hong Meilin didn't openly admit it, his words filled her with immense joy.

"Please, Your Highness, refrain from speaking ill of them," Hong Meilin responded politely.

"Hmm. The price for such a request is a passionate kiss," Wang Jian teased.

As those words left his lips, memories flooded Hong Meilin's mind, reminding her of the unconventional beginning of their relationship.

So much had transpired since then, and she never could have fathomed that she would willingly share such intimate kisses with Wang Jian, filled with profound love and fiery passion.

As the journey progressed, Wang Jian followed his routine of summoning Bixi Shuyan and Lady Zhuoran during the nights, indulging in intimate and seductive encounters with both of them.

Each encounter shattered their minds anew, deepening their infatuation with the intoxicating ecstasy that only he could provide.

The following days were spent with Hong Meilin, the two of them sharing the same horse and engaging in heartfelt conversations.

This schedule repeated for four more days until they finally emerged from the depths of the forest.

After today's rest, Hong Meilin had made the decision to part ways with Wang Jian's faction and continue her journey towards the cathedral.

It was a choice she had made for herself, despite the lingering attachment she felt towards Wang Jian.

During this time, Bixi Shuyan and Lady Zhuoran had completely surrendered themselves, body, mind, and soul, to Wang Jian's control.

They no longer flinched or displayed any discomfort when witnessing each other entwined around Wang Jian, lost in pleasurable moans, or engaged in fiery moments of intimacy.

They had become slaves to their desires, willingly immersed in the world of pleasure he offered.

Having successfully broken Bixi Shuyan and Lady Zhuoran's mental barriers, Wang Jian felt that the time had come for his first intimate night of passion with Hong Meilin.

Under the moonlit sky, Wang Jian led Hong Meilin to her tent, their growing closeness making the choice seem natural and expected. Little did she know, Wang Jian's true intentions were far from innocent.

·??m With a single step forward, Wang Jian enveloped Hong Meilin in a tight embrace, catching her off guard. Reacting swiftly, she turned to face him, their eyes locking in a moment of anticipation. Wang Jian claimed her lips with his own, their mouths melding in a fervent kiss. His hands, filled with purpose, caressed the delicate fabric of her dress, skillfully undoing its fastenings.

As Hong Meilin felt the initial resistance building within her, she hesitated, pulling away. Their lips parted, and she found herself reclining on the bed, her gaze fixated on Wang Jian. A mixture of desire and uncertainty flickered in her eyes.

"I... I can't go through with this, Your Highness," she protested, her voice laced with apprehension. "As a Saintess of the Church, they will never accept me if they discover that I have lost my virginity."

Wang Jian's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. "My dear, you won't be losing your purity," he assured her, his voice laden with confidence. " This is simply the law of nature, and you will be following it."

Hong Meilin responded hesitantly, her words tinged with doubt. "...The Pope would never condone such actions. He would surely admonish me and perhaps even cast me out of the church."

"I will convince him. Leave that to me, my dear," Wang Jian concluded this discussion with those words.

Wang Jian then shed his shirt, a subtle display of his masculine allure. He activated his Enchanting Pheromones skill, releasing an intoxicating aroma that ignited Hong Meilin's desire.

Simultaneously, the Blissful Touch technique was employed, sending waves of exquisite pleasure cascading through her mind.

Before long, Wang Jian found himself on the bed, his body pressed against Hong Meilin's, their lips intertwining once more. The room filled with a feverish heat as their desires mingled, fueled by Wang Jian's seductive prowess.

In the throes of passion, Hong Meilin yielded to the intoxicating inferno that consumed her. Her nimble fingers hastily undid the fastenings of her dress, discarding the fabric with a sense of urgency.

A wicked smirk played upon Wang Jian's lips, his eyes feasting upon the alluring sight of Hong Meilin's naked form. In that moment, she laid before him, a vision of seductive beauty unveiled only for him to behold.

As his gaze roved over her exposed curves, Wang Jian's voice resonated with a low, sultry tone. "Despite your status as a Saintess, your body can really force a man to commit a sin," he murmured, his words laced with a potent mixture of desire and possessiveness.

Hong Meilin's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She blushed under his intense scrutiny, her vulnerability exposed in this intimate moment.

Her voice, barely above a whisper, carried a hint of anticipation as she responded, "I am yours, Your Highness. Only yours."

Their bodies drawn together like magnets, Wang Jian leaned in to capture her lips once more. Their passionate embrace deepened, each kiss a testament to their shared longing and forbidden connection.

Wang Jian's hands explored every curve of Hong Meilin's voluptuous form, kindling a symphony of pleasurable moans and gasps. The Blissful Touch technique showcased its full prowess as Hong Meilin's countenance became a radiant display of joy.

In the heat of the moment, Wang Jian's arousal strained against the confines of his pants, urging him to shed their restraints and reveal his engorged manhood to Hong Meilin's eager gaze.

Hong Meilin was captivated by the sight before her. It was her very first encounter with such a magnificent cock, and she couldn't help but feel her heart race with anticipation, her pussy growing wet with an intoxicating mix of excitement and desire.

Amidst the exhilaration, a flicker of concern fluttered in the depths of Hong Meilin's thoughts. She voiced her uncertainty, her voice trembling, "W-Will it truly fit inside me?"

With a devious smile adorning his face, Wang Jian leaned in, his voice laced with assurance, "It most certainly will. Trust in me, for I possess vast experience in matters such as these."

Hong Meilin's smile bloomed, and she playfully nudged Wang Jian's chest, her voice teasingly commanding, "...Don't let your thoughts wander to any other woman. Tonight, I should be the only one on your mind and body."

Wang Jian's gaze intensified, his smile wickedly enchanting, as he drew himself closer to Hong Meilin's face, his words dripping with desire, "Then, my dear, you better show me your passion."

In a heartbeat, their lips collided, sealing their desires in a fervent kiss. Hong Meilin's arms and legs wrapped around Wang Jian, her ample breasts pressing against his chest, their erogenous peaks brushing against his skin, igniting waves of pleasure that consumed her entire being.

Simultaneously enthralled by her fervent actions, Wang Jian's hands found their place on her firm buttocks, securing his grip before teasingly guiding his pulsating member to graze against the entrance of her hungry pussy, creating an intoxicating dance of anticipation and yearning.

As their lips reluctantly parted, a faint tremor of worry colored Hong Meilin's voice, her words a delicate plea, "Please... be gentle."

A mischievous smirk danced across Wang Jian's face as he responded, his voice dripping with assurance, "Fear not, my dear. I shall be gentle. But do know that this won't make it any easier."

With tantalizing slowness, Wang Jian's rigid member began its descent into Hong Meilin's eager and slick pussy. Despite the heightened arousal and abundant wetness, the sheer girth and size of Wang Jian's cock posed an enticing yet formidable obstacle.

Hong Meilin's delicate folds stretched and accommodated the intrusion, a mixture of discomfort and anticipation coursing through her.

As Wang Jian's impressive length penetrated her, her body instinctively clenched in response, blood trickling from her virgin pussy, mingling the bittersweet sensations of pain and pleasure.

An involuntary cry escaped Hong Meilin's lips, a fleeting moment of agony marking the beginning of an unparalleled journey.

Yet, amidst the sharp twinge, a surge of euphoria surged through her as Wang Jian's throbbing member found its way to the deepest recesses of her womanhood.

Simultaneously, Wang Jian's firm grip enveloped Hong Meilin's breasts, his touch eliciting a symphony of sensations.

His voice, filled with a heady mixture of delight and desire, punctuated the erotic tableau, "Incredible! You're so tight. This feels absolutely incredible."

With a rhythmic and purposeful motion of his hips, Wang Jian initiated a passionate dance, his thrusts expertly choreographed. Hong Meilin and Wang Jian embarked on a journey of unparalleled pleasure, a merging of two bodies consumed by desire.

For Hong Meilin, the intensity of pleasure became an overwhelming force, amplified by the enchanting powers of the Blissful Touch technique.

In this moment, the true efficacy of the Blissful Touch unfolded, and Hong Meilin's consciousness surrendered to the sublime realm of ecstasy, blissfully lost in the ocean of pleasure.