Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist-Chapter 836: Orgy During Journey

Wang Jian stood on the balcony of his secluded planet retreat, the twin moons casting an ethereal glow on his face. He gazed out at the tranquil landscape, but his mind was far from peaceful. It was consumed by ambition, by a hunger for more, a desire to conquer and possess. The Eastern Cosmos was merely a stepping stone. His gaze now turned westward.

'The Western Cosmos… Altan Starbright's domain,' he mused, a predatory smile curving his lips. 'They say the beauties there are celestial, ethereal. Astral Spirits, Starlord women… exquisite trophies indeed.' The thought of adding these exotic beauties to his harem ignited a fresh wave of desire within him. The Western Cosmos, with its promise of new conquests and new pleasures, beckoned him irresistibly.

He turned back into the opulent chambers, where his four wives awaited him. Yujia and Xinqiao were already by his side, their eyes filled with adoration, their bodies radiating a sensual eagerness that never failed to please him. Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin, though still carrying a hint of lingering trauma in their eyes, now mirrored the same devotion, their initial resistance completely extinguished, replaced by a fervent desire to please their demonic lord.

"My loves," Wang Jian announced, his voice smooth and commanding, "we are embarking on a new journey. A journey to the Western Cosmos."

Excitement flickered in Yujia and Xinqiao's eyes. They had become accustomed to his grand schemes, his insatiable ambition. They thrived in his shadow, their identities now completely intertwined with his desires. Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin, though less outwardly expressive, also showed signs of anticipation. They were his now, body and soul, and his desires were their commands.

Preparations were swift and efficient. Wang Jian, with a wave of his hand, summoned his hidden battleship, a sleek, obsidian vessel cloaked in advanced stealth technology, rendering it virtually invisible to conventional sensors. It materialized silently above the tropical planet, a dark predator poised to strike.

Inside the battleship, luxury and comfort reigned supreme, a stark contrast to its menacing exterior. Wang Jian led his wives into the main chamber, a lavish space adorned with plush cushions, silken drapes, and soft, ambient lighting. It was designed for pleasure, for indulgence, for the kind of decadent revelry Wang Jian craved.

"We shall make the journey… enjoyable," Wang Jian purred, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he surveyed his harem. "Ten days to reach the Western Cosmos. Ten days for us to… truly bond."

A collective gasp, a mixture of excitement and apprehension, rippled through the women. They knew what he meant. Ten days with Wang Jian, uninterrupted, unrestrained… it was both a terrifying and exhilarating prospect.

Wang Jian wasted no time. He pulled Yujia towards him first, his lips crashing down on hers in a possessive kiss. As he kissed her deeply, his hands roamed over her body, stripping away her silken robes, his touch demanding and impatient. Yujia responded eagerly, her body arching into his, her moans filling the chamber.

He laid her down on a pile of cushions, his body following hers. He entered her forcefully, his demonic energy surging through him, amplifying his pleasure and hers. Yujia cried out, her body tightening around him, her nails digging into his back. He fucked her relentlessly, his movements primal and demanding, pushing her to the very edge of ecstasy.

While he was deep inside Yujia, he gestured to Xinqiao, Han Chenyu, and Jingyi Zhumin. "Join us, my beauties," he commanded, his voice thick with lust. "Make this even more… stimulating."

Xinqiao, ever eager to please, was the first to respond. She knelt beside Yujia, her hands reaching out to caress Wang Jian's chest, her large breasts pressing against his side, adding a sensual friction to his movements. Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin, after a moment of hesitation, also joined in, their initial apprehension overridden by their now ingrained obedience and a burgeoning, twisted desire to participate in his pleasures.

Han Chenyu positioned herself behind Wang Jian, her hands sliding down his back to cup his buttocks, her fingers kneading and squeezing, adding a different kind of stimulation. Jingyi Zhumin, with a shy yet determined look, moved to Yujia's head, her lips finding Yujia's, engaging her in a passionate kiss, creating a chain of sensual connection that amplified the intensity of the moment.

Wang Jian reveled in the combined sensations, the tightness of Yujia around him, the softness of Xinqiao's breasts against his side, the firm grip of Han Chenyu's hands, and the sight of Jingyi Zhumin passionately kissing Yujia. He moved faster, deeper, his demonic energy swirling around them, binding them together in a vortex of lust and submission.

"Ah… Wang Jian…" Yujia moaned, her body trembling beneath him. "You are… magnificent…"

"Yes, my love," Wang Jian growled, his voice hoarse with passion. "I am yours. And you are all mine." He bit gently on her shoulder, eliciting a sharp gasp that quickly turned into a moan of pleasure.

He continued his relentless assault on Yujia, while the other three women continued to enhance his pleasure, their bodies moving in a sensual choreography orchestrated by Wang Jian's desires. Hours blurred into days as Wang Jian continued his non-stop orgy, rotating between his wives, ensuring each received his undivided attention, while the others actively participated in the ongoing sensual feast.

He moved from Yujia to Xinqiao, his transition seamless, his desire undiminished. He mounted Xinqiao from behind, his hands gripping her hips, his thrusts deep and powerful. Xinqiao cried out, her body arching, her dark hair swirling around her face.

"Wang Jian… yes… harder…" Xinqiao gasped, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy. "You are… everything…"

"Tell me, Xinqiao," Wang Jian whispered in her ear, his voice seductive and cruel, "am I better than Feng Xuan? Be honest."

Xinqiao shuddered, her body tightening around him. "Feng Xuan… he was nothing," she spat, her voice filled with disdain. "He was weak, pathetic. You… you are a god. He couldn't even dream of touching me like this. Your… your cock is so much bigger, so much stronger…"

Wang Jian smirked, pleased by her words. He knew it was the demonic energy, the manipulation, but he didn't care. He reveled in their adoration, in their complete submission. He continued to fuck Xinqiao relentlessly, while Yujia and the other two women continued to enhance their pleasure, their hands, lips, and bodies working in perfect harmony to amplify the sensations.

Next, he turned his attention to Han Chenyu. He approached her with a different kind of intensity, a more forceful, dominant energy. He wanted to break any lingering remnants of her resistance, to imprint his dominance upon her completely.

He grabbed her roughly, pulling her to her feet, his eyes locking with hers. "You still hate me, Chenyu?" he challenged, his voice low and dangerous.

Han Chenyu flinched, but her eyes, though still carrying a shadow of past resentment, now also held a flicker of something else… a strange, twisted form of desire, born from forced submission and relentless sensual bombardment. "I… I…" she stammered, unable to articulate her complex emotions.

Wang Jian chuckled, sensing her internal turmoil. "Don't lie to me, Chenyu. Your body tells a different story." He ripped off her robes, leaving her naked before him. He forced her onto her knees, his hand gripping her hair, tilting her head back, exposing her neck.

"Suck me," he commanded, his voice harsh and demanding. "Show me how much you hate me."

Han Chenyu hesitated for a moment, her pride warring with her ingrained obedience and the burgeoning, unwanted desire that now pulsed within her. But the force of Wang Jian's will, amplified by his demonic energy, was overwhelming. She slowly lowered her head, her lips trembling as they approached his engorged cock.

As she took him into her mouth, Wang Jian watched her, his eyes burning with predatory satisfaction. He felt a surge of power, of dominance, as he felt her reluctant yet increasingly eager mouth envelop him. He thrust into her mouth, his movements forceful, demanding she take him deep.

While Han Chenyu performed fellatio with growing expertise, Yujia, Xinqiao, and Jingyi Zhumin surrounded her, caressing her body, whispering words of encouragement, further blurring the lines of humiliation and pleasure, resistance and submission. Yujia stroked Han Chenyu's back, Xinqiao massaged her breasts, and Jingyi Zhumin kissed her neck, creating a sensual web of interconnected pleasure and forced intimacy.

"Tell me, Chenyu," Wang Jian growled, his voice thick with lust as he thrust deeper into her mouth, "is this how Feng Xuan made you feel? This… alive?"

Han Chenyu moaned around his cock, her eyes squeezed shut, her body trembling. "No… Feng Xuan… he was… nothing like you…" she gasped, the words torn from her unwilling throat. "You… you are so much… more…"

Wang Jian smirked, reveling in her forced admission. He pulled out of her mouth, leaving her gasping for breath, her lips wet and swollen. He flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees, her ass presented to him in a humiliating yet inviting posture.

He entered her from behind, his thrusts brutal and deep, taking her roughly, punishingly. Han Chenyu cried out, her body arching, her cries a mixture of pain and a strange, twisted pleasure. He fucked her relentlessly, breaking down her remaining defenses, imprinting his dominance upon her soul.

Finally, he turned to Jingyi Zhumin, the most fragile of the four, but now also completely under his spell. He approached her gently, his touch surprisingly tender, his voice soft and soothing. He knew she needed a different approach, a more subtle form of manipulation.

He cupped her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. "Zhumin, my sweet," he murmured, his eyes locking with hers. "You are so beautiful, so delicate. You deserve only pleasure, only bliss."

Jingyi Zhumin looked up at him, her eyes filled with a yearning, desperate kind of love. She had completely surrendered, her identity dissolved into her devotion to Wang Jian. "Wang Jian… my lord…" she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I… I love you…"

"And I love you, my sweet Zhumin," Wang Jian lied smoothly, his demonic charm working its magic. "Now, let me show you how much."

He lifted her into his arms, carrying her gently to a separate pile of cushions. He laid her down with tenderness, his touch feather-light, his kisses soft and lingering. He focused on her pleasure, teasing her senses, awakening her desires with slow, deliberate movements. He wanted to show her that submission could also be pleasure, that obedience could be bliss.

He spent hours with Jingyi Zhumin, his approach completely different from his brutal assault on Han Chenyu or his possessive dominance over Yujia and Xinqiao. He used tenderness, intimacy, and carefully crafted words of affection to solidify her devotion, to make her love him not just out of fear or compulsion, but out of a genuine, albeit warped, desire.

While he made love to Jingyi Zhumin with gentle passion, Yujia, Xinqiao, and Han Chenyu watched, their expressions a mixture of possessiveness and approval. They were a harem now, a unit, bound together by their shared devotion to Wang Jian, their individual identities subsumed into his collective desire.

Ten days and nights passed in a blur of non-stop orgy, a decadent feast of flesh and demonic energy. Wang Jian fucked his wives relentlessly, tirelessly, breaking them down and building them up in his own twisted image. By the end of the journey, as the battleship approached the edge of the Western Cosmos, Wang Jian was satisfied. His harem was complete, utterly devoted, and ready to accompany him on his next conquest.

He looked at his wives, their bodies entwined around him, their faces flushed and sated, their eyes shining with love and adoration. 'The Western Cosmos awaits,' he thought, a predatory gleam in his eyes. 'And its beauties… they will soon be mine as well.' The conquest had just begun.