Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 581 Having Sex With Hu Tianba's Harem

As the night wore on, the effects became evident. Hu Tianba, his usually booming voice reduced to a slur, grew increasingly listless. His harem members, their eyes glazed over, stumbled slightly. But the cunning cultivators of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion acted quickly. Supporting them with deceptive concern, they ushered them towards pre-determined chambers.

Hu Tianba, a hulking giant, was bound with enchanted cords that suppressed his formidable bloodline energy. Powerful talismans further stifled his cultivation base, rendering him a mere shadow of his former self. He was then unceremoniously dragged away, his fate sealed in the dark depths of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion dungeons.

Meanwhile, the White Tiger women, each a celestial beauty in her human form, were carried away by the seductive Heavenly Jade Pavilion maidens. Inside a lavishly furnished chamber, Wang Jian awaited, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger.

With a flick of his wrist, he employed a subtle mystic technique. The women, still feeling the effects of the poison, stirred, their minds foggy and their inhibitions lowered. They opened their eyes, unfocused and filled with a hazy longing.

"Hu Tianba?" one of them murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

Wang Jian smirked, using his voice manipulation techniques to flawlessly mimic the White Tiger Patriarch's gruff tone.

"Here, my love," he rasped, a hint of urgency in his voice. "Come closer…"

The women, recognizing their 'husband's' voice and fueled by the intoxicating haze, responded instinctively. They moved towards him, their movements graceful yet tinged with a subtle slur. Their exquisite garments, designed to accentuate their curvaceous forms, were shed with a carelessness born of their disorientation.

Naked and vulnerable, they stumbled into his embrace, their bodies radiating a subtle heat. Wang Jian, his senses heightened, reveled in the sight. Each woman possessed a unique beauty, some with cascading raven tresses and fiery eyes, others with flowing white hair and ice-blue gazes.

Their intoxicated state, a mixture of the poison and his subtle manipulation, made them easy prey. He guided their movements, his touch arousing and confusing. They responded blindly, their moans escaping their lips in a mix of pleasure and bewilderment.

The night unfolded in a blur of heated encounters. Wang Jian, a master of seduction, exploited their confusion. Each woman, convinced she was fulfilling her marital duties, surrendered to his desires. Their cries of ecstasy, fueled by the poison's aphrodisiac effects, echoed through the chamber, creating a symphony of unwitting pleasure.

Hours later, as dawn painted the sky, the last embers of their passion died down. Wang Jian, sated and his desires satiated, watched as the White Tiger women finally succumbed to a deep slumber. He dispelled the lingering effects of the poison, leaving them blissfully unaware of the events that transpired during the night.

A twisted sense of victory filled him. He had conquered these women, not through brute force, but through a cunning manipulation of their trust and vulnerabilities. He knew they would return to Hu Tianba, carrying within them a confusing memory of their 'night of passion'.

As the first rays of sunlight peeked through the ornate windows, Wang Jian cast a rejuvenating spell upon the slumbering women. One by one, their eyes fluttered open, blinking away the remnants of the potent poison. Confusion clouded their faces as they took in their surroundings - a lavish chamber adorned with silks and jade, utterly different from their familiar quarters within the White Tiger Clan's territory.

A gasp escaped the lips of one beauty, a woman with fiery red hair and eyes the color of molten gold. "Where… where are we?" she stammered, her voice laced with apprehension.

Memories, hazy and fragmented, began to surface. Images of a passionate night, the familiar touch, the whispered endearments - all of it attributed to their beloved Hu Tianba. They recalled a night of blissful intimacy, their inhibitions lowered, their bodies responding with a fervent hunger.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, tall and imposing with an aura of undeniable power. It was a man, younger than Hu Tianba, but with a face carved from jade and eyes that held a mischievous glint.

"Lost, are we?" he drawled, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Did you not enjoy our… little rendezvous last night, my dears?"

A collective gasp rippled through the chamber. This wasn't Hu Tianba. This stranger, handsome as he was, possessed a foreign aura that sent shivers down their spines.

"Who are you?" another woman demanded, her voice laced with a dangerous edge. Her ice-blue eyes narrowed as she instinctively reached for the hidden dagger strapped to her thigh.

Wang Jian chuckled, the sound devoid of warmth. "Who am I? But your most attentive host, wouldn't you agree?"

He gestured around the lavish chamber, "This," he continued, "is the Heavenly Jade Pavilion. And you, my beautiful guests, were the stars of last night's entertainment."

The women's faces paled. The blurry memories cleared, replaced by a horrifying realization. They hadn't been with Hu Tianba. They had been seduced, manipulated, by this stranger who stood before them.

"No!" one of them shrieked, tears welling up in her eyes. "This is a lie! You tricked us!"

Wang Jian shrugged, his smile turning into a predatory grin. "Trickery or not, the pleasure was mutual, wouldn't you say?"

He sauntered closer, his eyes scanning their flushed faces, their trembling forms. "Now, now, ladies," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. "There's no point in feigning innocence. You enjoyed yourselves, didn't you?"

The women remained silent, a mixture of shame and fear paralyzing them. They knew he spoke the truth – the poison had dimmed their inhibitions, fueling a night of reckless passion.

"And what about your dear Hu Tianba?" he continued, his voice dripping with malice. "Do you think he'd be… understanding, if he were to learn of your little transgression?"

The mention of their husband sent a tremor through them. They knew Hu Tianba's fierce possessiveness. The mere suggestion of infidelity would unleash his wrath, leaving them at his unforgiving mercy.

Wang Jian leaned in closer, his voice barely a whisper. "I can keep this a secret, of course. But secrets come with a price."

He paused, letting the weight of his words hang heavy in the air. The women exchanged panicked glances, their fear now tinged with a desperate hope. They understood his sinister offer – silence for submission.

A tear slipped down the cheek of the fiery red-haired woman. She knew there was no choice. Their honor, perhaps even their lives, hung in the balance.

With a heavy heart, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, "What do you want?"

The remaining women, their eyes reflecting a similar resignation, followed suit. Wang Jian's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with a twisted victory. He had not only weakened the White Tiger Clan, he had also secured his most unexpected prize – the unwilling devotion of these breathtaking women.

He raised a hand, silencing their protests. "We shall discuss the details later," he said, his voice smooth like honey. "For now, let's just say your loyalty will be tested. In… various ways."

The women recoiled, their faces contorted in a mixture of fear and disgust. But their fear of Hu Tianba's wrath was stronger. They were now trapped in a web of deceit and manipulation, their fate resting in the hands of a cunning and depraved stranger.

Panic hung heavy in the air as Wang Jian surveyed the women with a predatory gaze. The defiance he'd expected had melted away, replaced by a mixture of fear and a desperate hope for his silence.

"Alright, ladies," he drawled, his voice dripping with a false sense of ease, "let's start by solidifying this… 'arrangement' of ours."

The women huddled closer, their faces pale and drawn. One, a woman with ebony hair and eyes like pools of molten amber, stepped forward, her voice trembling. "Before we… agree to anything, we want to know who you are. Who can offer us such… protection?"

Wang Jian's smile widened, revealing a glint of amusement. "Protection, you say? You needn't worry about Hu Tianba's wrath. After all, your 'secret' resides with the true ruler of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion."

A collective gasp rippled through the room. The Heavenly Jade Pavilion – the all-female sect shrouded in legend, a bastion of power and beauty. To have the leader himself as their unlikely protector was a startling revelation.

"The true ruler?" another beauty echoed, her voice laced with disbelief. "But… isn't it Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan?"

Wang Jian chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down their spines. "Cui Lan? A mere figurehead, my dear. The power within the Pavilion rests with me."

The weight of his words settled upon them. The leader of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion, a man of undeniable power and a deviant mind. It was a terrifying reality, yet strangely compelling in its audacity.

Seeing their hesitation fade into a begrudging acceptance, Wang Jian gestured towards them. "Now, let's begin with a simple token of loyalty. A kiss, wouldn't you say?"

A collective flush painted their cheeks. A kiss, an act of intimacy, with this stranger who had orchestrated their violation? It felt like a betrayal, yet the consequences of refusal were too dire to contemplate.

"A kiss?" one woman stammered, her voice laced with apprehension. "But why?"

Wang Jian's smile turned predatory. "Because, my dears, this has to be a conscious choice. No more blurred lines, no more intoxicating haze.This kiss will mark your entry into a new reality, a path of servitude… and perhaps even pleasure."

His words hung in the air, a chilling promise wrapped in veiled seduction. The women exchanged glances, despair and a flicker of rebellion battling within their eyes. Finally, with a resigned sigh, the fiery red-haired beauty stepped forward.

"Alright," she said, her voice firm. "A kiss. But let it be clear, this doesn't mean we accept your… terms."

Wang Jian's smile remained unchanged, his eyes glinting with a cruel amusement. He gestured towards her, his gaze tracing the curves of her body with an undeniable hunger.

She inched closer, her heart hammering against her ribs. As she stood before him, his hand shot out, snaking around her waist and pulling her flush against his body. The sudden intimacy sent a jolt through her, a stark contrast to the hazy memories of the previous night.

He tilted his head, his lips brushing against her ear. "A kiss with passion, my dear," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. "Let it be a taste of what awaits you."

With a forced breath, she closed her eyes and leaned in. Their lips met in a clash of emotions – her fear and defiance, his predatory hunger. Her lips were cool and hesitant at first, but as he deepened the kiss, exploring with practiced ease, a spark ignited within her.

His hands roamed freely, exploring the curves of her back, sending shivers down her spine. A wave of conflicting emotions washed over her – fear, disgust, and a flicker of something more… primal.

When he finally pulled away, she stumbled back, gasping for breath. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and arousal. He smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"See, my dears," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction, "there may be more to this 'servitude' than you imagine."

One by one, the remaining women stepped forward, each kiss a reluctant surrender, a desperate bid for survival that gradually morphed into something more unsettling. With each kiss, Wang Jian's touch became bolder, his explorations more intimate.

He savored their discomfort, their conflicting emotions. He knew they were not yet fully his, but this was just the beginning. He would break them, mold them into his loyal subjects, all the while feeding his twisted desires.

As the final kiss concluded, a thick silence hung in the air. The women stood before him, their faces a mixture of shame and a nascent fear-laced excitement.