Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 800: Fucking Hollywood Actresses



The night cast a dark and mysterious shadow over the palace, where silence reigned except for the distant city's hum and the soft whispers of the changing guards. Wang Jian strolled through the corridors, his footsteps echoing, his heart a tempest of excitement and lust. The rescued actresses from America, with their captivating beauty, were ultimate temptations in themselves.

In the first room, a delicate perfume and the soft rhythm of breathing filled the air. There, he found Amelia, her dark tresses cascading across the pillow. She stirred as he approached, her sapphire eyes locking with his, a mix of sleepiness and unease in her gaze.

"Mr. Jian," she whispered, her voice rough from sleep and something more.

Wang Jian's smile was a dangerous promise. "Amelia," he purred, his tone dripping with desire. "I'm delighted to find you awake."

Amelia sat up, the blanket slipping to reveal her graceful shoulders. Her hands fidgeted with the fabric, nervousness evident. "I wasn't sure what awaited me here," she admitted, her voice quivering. "But I'm grateful for your protection."

Wang Jian's chuckle was low and menacing as he advanced towards the bed. "Protection? Oh, Amelia, it's far from that."

Her eyes widened, understanding dawning. "Mr. Jian, I..."

He silenced her with a fierce look, his eyes narrowing. "No games, Amelia. You're here because I want you, because I'm done with admiring you from a distance."

Terror and anger flashed across Amelia's face. "You can't... This is wrong!" she protested, her voice rising.

In a swift motion, Wang Jian clamped his hand over her mouth, silencing her. She struggled, her eyes pleading, but his strength overpowered her. He pinned her beneath him, his eyes dark with determination.

"Hush, my dear," he growled, his breath hot on her skin. "You're mine now. Every inch of you will surrender to my will."

Amelia's struggles continued, but Wang Jian's hold was unyielding. His hands roamed freely, tearing at her clothing, exposing her soft skin to his hungry gaze.

"No, please!" she cried, her voice muffled. "Stop, you monster!"

He silenced her with a sharp slap, leaving a red mark on her cheek. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized her helplessness.

"You'll learn obedience," he whispered, his breath hot on her neck. "You'll be my slave, craving my touch, and in the end, you'll be ruined for anyone else."

His words were accompanied by rough caresses, his fingers pinching and twisting, causing her to squirm in a mix of pain and unwanted pleasure. He reveled in her cries, drinking them in like a thirsty man.

His lips captured hers, his kiss fierce and demanding. She responded, her body pressing against his, moaning into his mouth. He broke away, his eyes holding hers as he explored her body with his mouth, his tongue, and his hands.

He took his time, savoring her taste, her scent, and the feel of her skin. His fingers found their way to her most intimate place, already wet and ready for him. He teased her, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy, only to pull away, leaving her wanting.

Amelia's moans filled the room as he played with her, using his tongue and fingers to drive her wild. She begged and screamed for release, her body arching in pleasure.

When he could wait no longer, he positioned himself above her, his body pressing against hers. Her eyes, a mix of fear and desire, met his, and he grinned wickedly.

With a powerful thrust, he entered her, his body moving in a relentless rhythm. She cried out, her nails digging into his back as he pounded into her, claiming her with each stroke.

Her moans echoed in the room, her body trembling with pleasure as he dominated her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He reveled in her surrender, in the way she responded to his touch.

He brought her to the peak of pleasure, her body shaking as she climaxed, calling out his name. With a final, intense thrust, he found his own release, his body shuddering in satisfaction.

But Wang Jian's hunger was far from sated. He wanted more, craving to push her beyond her limits. He withdrew, leaving her breathless, and turned his attention to her luscious curves.

He delivered a sharp smack to her round behind, making her cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. "You like that, don't you, my sweet Amelia?" he whispered, his voice commanding. "You enjoy being my naughty little plaything."

Amelia's breathy moan was her surrender. "Yes, Wang Jian," she gasped, desire lacing her words. "I love it when you treat me like your naughty toy."

He spanked her again, harder, leaving a red imprint on her skin. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he admired his handiwork. He positioned himself and entered her again, her body yielding to his desire.

Amelia's cries filled the room as he took her, her body a canvas of pleasure and pain. He fucked her with relentless intensity, his hips slamming against her, leaving her breathless.

Time seemed to stand still as they tangled in a passionate embrace, their bodies glistening with sweat, the sheets a mess around them. Amelia lay exhausted, her body throbbing from his relentless passion. Wang Jian, momentarily content, lit a cigarette, his eyes roaming over her with a possessive gleam.

"This is just the beginning, my dear," he said, his voice laced with arrogance. "Every night, I will mark you as mine. Every morning, you'll wake up sore and longing. You'll come to despise me, Amelia, and that's exactly what I aim for."

In the adjacent room, Penelope awaited her fate, her heart pounding with fear and anticipation. She had heard Amelia's cries and knew her time was near.

Wang Jian entered, his hunger palpable. He saw Penelope's trembling form and smiled, a predator eyeing its prey. "You knew I'd come for you, didn't you?" he purred, moving closer. "You've been waiting, anticipating my touch."

Penelope shook her head, her voice barely audible. "No... Please, I won't let you..."

He lunged, his hands seizing her wrists with an iron grip. "You'll let me, Penelope," he growled. "You'll do as I say, and more. You belong to me now."

His possession of her was ruthless and unyielding. He took her body, exploring and claiming every inch, forcing her to surrender against her will. She fought, screamed, and begged, but her resistance only fueled his fire.

"That's it, my wild one," he whispered, his voice laced with cruel satisfaction. "I'll tame you,

and you'll purr for me in the end."

His mouth trailed down her body, his tongue teasing her sensitive spots until she was writhing beneath him. He brought her to the edge of ecstasy, only to deny her release, leaving her desperate and wanting.

Positioning himself between her thighs, he thrust into her, claiming her body as his own. He fucked her slowly, deeply, his eyes locked onto hers, savoring her every reaction.

"Take it, my sweet," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You love it, don't you? You love feeling me inside you, making you feel alive."

Penelope's moan was a confirmation, her eyes glistening with tears as she surrendered to his words and actions. Wang Jian's grin was triumphant as he continued to pleasure her, his body moving with fierce determination.

His hands roamed, finding her breasts, teasing her nipples until she was a mess of moans and pleasure. He delighted in her responses, the way her body moved with his, knowing he controlled her pleasure.

Hours passed, and the room was a mess of tangled limbs and damp sheets. Penelope lay

exhausted, her body bruised and tender from his relentless pursuit of pleasure. Wang Jian, momentarily sated, lit a cigarette, his gaze sweeping over her with a sense of ownership.

In the darkness of the next chamber, a fiery-haired vixen named Fiona awaited her inevitable

encounter with Wang Jian. Her heart pounded with a potent mix of terror and defiance. The screams of Amelia and Penelope still echoed in her mind, and she knew her fate was sealed.

The door creaked open, and Wang Jian's shadowy figure filled the doorway. His eyes,

gleaming with lust and power, scanned her body, taking in her red locks that cascaded like molten lava down her shoulders. A smirk played on his lips as he addressed her, his voice

dripping with anticipation. "Well, well, Fiona. The moment I've been craving has finally

arrived."

Fiona glared back, her emerald eyes sparking with rebellion. "You won't break me, Wang Jian," she hissed, her voice laced with a determination that only fueled his desire. "I'll be the one to shatter you."

His chuckle reverberated through the room, each laugh a dangerous promise. "We shall see, my dear. But let's not rush to conclusions."

He advanced, his footsteps echoing on the cold floor. Fiona's eyes never wavered, even as she retreated, her fingers clutching the sheets in a futile attempt to create a barrier. "You're a feisty one, aren't ya? I admire that, but it'll make my victory all the sweeter."

With a lightning-quick move, he lunged, capturing her wrists in an unyielding grip. Fiona fought, her body twisting and writhing beneath him. But it was a futile struggle, as he easily pinned her, his muscular frame pressing her into the mattress.

"Let me go, you son of a bitch!" she screamed, her voice hoarse from the strain.

He silenced her protests with a crushing kiss, his mouth devouring hers, his tongue invading

with a primal hunger. Her attempts to fight back only fueled his passion. He kissed her until she was breathless, her body softening beneath him.

He pulled away, his eyes boring into hers, a wicked smile stretching across his lips. "That's it, Fiona. Struggle. It'll only make the fall more pleasurable."

His kisses trailed down her neck, his hands roaming freely, exploring every inch of her body.

She squirmed, her breath coming in soft gasps as he discovered her most sensitive spots.

His mouth found her breasts, his tongue teasing her aching nipples until she was reduced to a writhing mess of pleasure. His hands continued their journey, and soon he was between her thighs, his mouth bringing her to the edge of bliss before withdrawing, leaving her wanting.

He positioned himself at her entrance, and with a swift, merciless thrust, he filled her. He set

a relentless pace, his hips pounding into hers, his hands gripping her hips, leaving bruises that would serve as reminders.

"Give in, Fiona," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Surrender to the ecstasy."

Fiona's body trembled as he pushed her towards the precipice of pleasure, her cries filling the

chamber as she soared over the edge, her body convulsing in wave after wave of bliss.

Wang Jian, his own desire reaching its peak, plunged into her one final time, his body shuddering as he spilled himself within her.

But the night was far from over. Wang Jian's desires were insatiable, and he craved more. He wanted to push the boundaries of pleasure and pain.

He caressed her, leaving marks that would serve as reminders of their encounter. His hands

moved lower, and soon he was exploring her most private entrance. With a single, swift thrust, he filled her here too, his pace relentless and unforgiving.

Fiona's cries filled the room, a mix of pleasure and pain, as her body was taken to the brink again and again. Hours melted into a blur of passion and raw desire.

Eventually, the chamber was a mess of tangled sheets and sweating bodies. Fiona lay

exhausted, her body aching and bruised, a testament to Wang Jian's unyielding appetite for pleasure.

In the adjacent chamber, a graceful dancer named Elspeth waited, her heart an amalgamation

of fear and anticipation. The screams of her predecessors had reached her, and she knew her turn would come.

Wang Jian entered, his gaze fixating on Elspeth's lithe form, stretched gracefully across the

bed. "Elspeth," he purred, his voice a silky promise, "I've been eagerly awaiting this

moment."

Elspeth's eyes, wide with a mix of trepidation and acceptance, met his. "I know," she whispered, her voice a tremor in the air. "I've been waiting, too."

He approached the bed, his gaze never wavering from hers. Elspeth's hands clutched the

sheets, a futile attempt to steady herself. But she held his gaze, her eyes reflecting a quiet surrender.

"A dancer, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice a dark melody. "I've witnessed your performances. Grace embodied, elegance in motion. You're a true work of art."

Elspeth offered a small smile, her lips quivering slightly. "Thank you," she breathed, her

voice like a gentle breeze.

He caressed her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin. "And now, Elspeth, I'll make you dance

for me. But not just with your body, I'll make your very essence dance."

His lips brushed hers, a gentle exploration that belied the tempest to come. She responded,

her lips parting, inviting him in. His kiss deepened, his tongue dueling with hers, his hands mapping her body as if to claim it.

He pulled away, a wicked smile dancing on his lips. "That's it, Elspeth. Dance for me. Show

me the grace, the beauty, and the passion within you."

His kisses charted a path down her neck, his hands a continuation of his lips, exploring,

discovering, and arousing. She arched into his touch, her breath coming in soft, quick pants.

His mouth found her breasts, his tongue teasing her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. He charted a path lower, his tongue dancing over her most intimate core, bringing her to the edge of climax before pulling back, leaving her wanting.

"Look at you, taking my cock like a true whore," he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

Elspeth whimpered her agreement, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Wang Jian grinned,

his eyes glittering with dark intent as he thrust into her again, his body a tempest, relentless in its pursuit of pleasure.

He fondled her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples, eliciting moans of pleasure. The

sounds she made, the way her body responded to his touch, drove him to new heights of

desire.

Elspeth's body trembled as the orgasmic wave crashed over her, her voice carrying his name

on a breathless cry. And with one final, powerful thrust, he found his release, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into her.

Yet, Wang Jian's desires remained unsated. He craved more, always more. He wanted to push the boundaries of pleasure, to explore the untamed territories of pain and ecstasy.

The hours slipped by, and the room was a testament to their passion, the sheets a tangled

web, and their bodies glistened with sweat and exertion. Elspeth lay boneless, her aching

body a canvas of Wang Jian's relentless pursuit of pleasure.

The final chamber held Greta, a soulful songstress, her heart a mélange of fear and anticipation. The echoes of the other actresses' screams lingered, and she knew her time had

come.

Wang Jian entered, his eyes alight with a fusion of desire and admiration. Greta's curvaceous form, sprawled across the bed, caught his gaze. "Greta," he greeted, his voice smooth as silk,

"I've been eagerly awaiting this moment."

Greta's eyes, a mirror of fear and acceptance, met his. "I know," she whispered, her voice a

trembling melody. "I, too, have been waiting."

He advanced, his eyes locked on hers. Greta's hands twined in the sheets, a futile attempt to

anchor herself. But she held his gaze, her eyes shimmering with quiet surrender.

"A songstress, are you not?" he murmured, his voice a melody in itself. "I've heard your

songs, Greta. Your voice, it touches the soul, ignites passion, and inspires art."

Greta offered a small smile, her lips curved in a shy grace. "Thank you," she whispered, her

voice a gentle caress.

His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb ghosting over her skin. "And now, Greta, I'll make you

sing for me. Not just with your voice, but with your entire being."

His lips captured hers, a gentle exploration that belied the tempest within. She welcomed

him, her lips parting, inviting him to plunder. His kiss intensified, his tongue entwining with

hers, his hands a symphony on her body.

He broke away, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "That's it, Greta. Sing for me. Let your soul,

your passion, your desires, all resonate in this chamber."

His kisses journeyed down her neck, his hands a continuation of his lips, exploring, arousing,

and igniting. She arched into his touch, her breath coming in soft, gasping pants.

He positioned himself between her thighs, his pace a slow, steady rhythm, his eyes holdingn/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

hers captive. Greta moaned, her body writhing beneath his, her hands clutching at his

shoulders.

He fondled her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her.

The sounds she made, the feel of her body responding to him, it all fed his desire.

Greta's body cried out in a climax, her pleasure-wracked frame convulsing, and with a final,

powerful thrust, he joined her, his body shuddering as he found release.

But Wang Jian's hunger remained unsated. He wanted to push boundaries, to dance on the

line between pleasure and pain.

Hours melted away, and the bed became a battlefield of sweat-drenched sheets and entwined

limbs. Greta lay spent, her body bruised and sore, a testament to Wang Jian's ravenous pursuit

of pleasure.