Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Yujia, sensing that the moment was ripe, stepped forward, her expression a careful mix of concern and disappointment. "Xinqiao," she began, her voice low and sympathetic, "I… I have to admit, I was quite startled by Xuan's reaction as well. I truly thought he would handle things differently."

She paused, then continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "To be honest," she said, glancing around as if checking for eavesdroppers (though Wang Jian had already ensured their privacy), "I'm starting to wonder if we… perhaps made a mistake in choosing him." 'Honestly,' she thought with a completely straight face, 'the only mistake I made was not meeting Master Wang Jian sooner. Now that's a man.' She felt no guilt whatsoever about betraying Feng Xuan. Serving her "dear master" with her voluptuous body was her greatest pleasure.

Xinqiao's heart sank at Yujia's words. She knew that Yujia had known Feng Xuan far longer than she had. If even Yujia, who was practically family, was beginning to doubt him, then perhaps her own disappointment was justified. 'If even Yujia thinks so… then it must be true,' she thought, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. 'Perhaps I was blind to his true nature.'

"He's always been so… focused on appearances," Yujia continued, her voice laced with a hint of disdain. "So concerned about maintaining his image. But I never thought he would prioritize that over… over your safety." She shook her head slowly, feigning disappointment. "Perhaps… perhaps this is his true personality. Perhaps we were both wrong about him." She then whispered, "Perhaps we chose the wrong idiot as our husband."

Xinqiao couldn't help but agree with a heavy heart. Yujia's words resonated with her own growing doubts. The image of Feng Xuan she had cherished was beginning to crumble, replaced by a far less flattering reality.

Yujia then leaned closer to Xinqiao, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Perhaps," she whispered, a playful smile tugging at her lips, "we should drown our sorrows. A little bit of wine might help us… let it all out." 'And perhaps give Master Wang Jian a bit of a show,' she thought with a sly grin.

Xinqiao's expression brightened slightly at the suggestion. She had been wanting a drink herself, a way to numb the pain and disappointment. "That's actually a great idea, Yujia," she said, a small smile returning to her face. "I have some Thousand Year Old Heavenly Monkey Wine stored away. It's supposed to be quite… potent."

She turned to call for her servants, but Yujia stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm. "No need for formalities," she said, her eyes twinkling. "Let's just keep this between us. A little… private gathering."

Xinqiao nodded in agreement. She appreciated the sentiment. She didn't want the entire manor to know about her troubles.

Yujia then turned her attention to Wang Jian, offering him an inviting smile. "Honored Guest Wang Jian," she said, her voice sweet and playful. "Would you care to join us? A little wine might help us… forget our troubles."

Wang Jian, who had been listening to their conversation with a subtle smile, readily accepted the invitation. "I never say no to a cup of good wine," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. 'Especially when it's accompanied by two beautiful women,' he thought with a smirk. 'What a delightful turn of events.'

Yujia giggled, playfully nudging him with her elbow. "Just promise you won't take advantage of us when we're drunk," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Wang Jian chuckled softly, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense. "I would never dream of such a thing," he said, his voice filled with feigned sincerity. "I am a gentleman, after all." 'Though,' he thought with a wink, 'a little harmless flirting never hurt anyone.'

Soon, they were settled in Xinqiao's courtyard, a small table laden with delicate snacks and a large jar of the Thousand Year Old Heavenly Monkey Wine placed between them. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the tranquil scene.

As they poured the wine, the fragrant aroma filled the air, a complex blend of sweet fruits and subtle spices. The first sip was like liquid fire, warming their throats and spreading a pleasant warmth through their bodies.

As the wine flowed, the conversation became more relaxed and informal. Yujia and Xinqiao began to reminisce about old times, sharing stories and anecdotes about their past experiences with Feng Xuan. However, the tone of their stories gradually shifted, becoming more critical and humorous.

"Remember that time Xuan tried to impress that visiting dignitary by reciting ancient poetry?" Yujia giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "He completely butchered the pronunciation. It was so embarrassing."

Xinqiao laughed, remembering the incident. "And then he tried to cover it up by claiming it was a 'regional dialect'," she added, shaking her head in disbelief. "It was so ridiculous."

They continued to share similar stories, each one highlighting Feng Xuan's flaws and hypocrisies. They recounted instances where he had acted arrogant, dismissive, and even cowardly. They laughed at his failed attempts to impress others, his awkward social interactions, and his occasional displays of childish petulance.

Wang Jian listened calmly, occasionally offering a subtle comment or a knowing smile. He didn't need to actively participate in the gossip; he simply needed to let them vent their frustrations, allowing their negative perceptions of Feng Xuan to solidify. 'This is going even better than I expected,' he thought, taking a sip of the potent wine. 'They're practically doing all the work for me.'

The wine flowed freely, loosening their tongues and emboldening their spirits. They spoke of their disappointments, their frustrations, and their growing disillusionment with Feng Xuan. With each passing moment, their image of him deteriorated further, replaced by a far less flattering picture.

Wang Jian watched them, a subtle smile playing on his lips. He had successfully manipulated the situation to his advantage.

~~

As the wine continued to flow, Yujia smoothly shifted the conversation from dissecting Feng Xuan's shortcomings to extolling Wang Jian's virtues. It was a subtle transition, almost imperceptible, but highly effective. 'Time to move on to the main course,' she thought with a sly grin. 'Feng Xuan bashing is just the appetizer.'

"Honestly, Xinqiao," she said, her voice laced with admiration, "when you compare Xuan to Honored Guest Wang Jian… it's like comparing a firefly to the sun. Honored Guest Wang Jian is so much more… refined, more charismatic, more… manly." She emphasized the last word with a playful wink, glancing at Wang Jian with a look of open appreciation.

Xinqiao, now thoroughly under the influence of the potent wine, found herself readily agreeing. She gazed at Wang Jian, her eyes filled with a newfound appreciation. 'He is quite handsome,' she thought, a warm feeling spreading through her chest. 'And he's so kind, so understanding. So much better than… Xuan.'

Wang Jian calmly smiled, enjoying the attention. He didn't interrupt, didn't try to steer the conversation. He simply let Yujia take the lead, allowing her carefully crafted praise to wash over him. 'This is almost too easy,' he thought with a chuckle. 'They're practically worshipping me. I should bottle this wine and sell it as a love potion. I'd be richer than the entire Radiant Sun Sect.'

Yujia, emboldened by Xinqiao's receptive attitude, decided to take things a step further. She gently took Xinqiao's hand and led her towards Wang Jian, sitting down right next to him, her thigh brushing against his.

"Honored Guest Wang Jian," she whispered, her voice husky and seductive, "you have such a… robust physique. Such a… beautiful body." She leaned closer, her breath ghosting across his ear. "It's a pity… it would be so much better if you were… our husband."

'It's a good thing that I am his personal plaything,' she added silently, a depraved smile playing on her lips.

Xinqiao, her inhibitions thoroughly dissolved by the alcohol, echoed Yujia's words, her voice slurring slightly. "Yes," she murmured, her eyes fixed on Wang Jian's face. "You… you would be a much better husband."

Yujia then leaned closer to Xinqiao, whispering in her ear, "A man like him is a rare find, Xinqiao. You won't find anyone better. You have to… tie him down now, before someone else does."

Xinqiao's eyes widened slightly, her mind struggling to process Yujia's words. "Tie him down?" she repeated, her voice confused. "How… how do I do that?"

Yujia giggled, pouring three more cups of wine, practically forcing Xinqiao to drink them. As the alcohol further clouded Xinqiao's judgment, Yujia leaned in again, her voice low and seductive. "You have… charms, Xinqiao," she whispered, her eyes flickering down to Xinqiao's chest. "Charms that no man can resist. You just need to… use them." As she spoke, she began to subtly unfasten the buttons of Xinqiao's robe, slowly revealing the soft curves beneath.

Wang Jian watched the scene unfold, his eyes fixed on Xinqiao's exposed skin. He made no attempt to hide his blatant ogling, his gaze lingering on her large, full breasts, which were now partially visible. He felt a surge of desire, a primal urge to possess her. 'She's even more beautiful than I imagined,' he thought, his breath catching in his throat. 'Soon… she will be mine.'

Xinqiao, noticing his gaze, felt a mixture of shyness and pride. She was aware of her own beauty, of the power her body held over men. And the fact that Wang Jian, this powerful and enigmatic man, was looking at her with such obvious desire… it filled her with a sense of validation.

Driven by the alcohol and the desire to please Wang Jian, she made a decision. With a slow, deliberate movement, she shrugged off her robe, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her naked body in all its voluptuous glory. She wanted Wang Jian to see her, to admire her, to desire her.

She then slowly crawled towards Wang Jian, her movements fluid and seductive, her large breasts swaying gently with each movement. She reached out and placed a hand on his chest, her touch light and teasing.

Yujia, not wanting to be left out of the fun, followed suit. With a sly grin, she discreetly removed her own clothing, revealing her equally alluring figure. She joined Xinqiao, approaching Wang Jian from the other side, creating a tantalizing display of feminine beauty. The courtyard, bathed in the soft moonlight, had transformed into a scene of seductive temptation, all orchestrated by the cunning manipulations of Wang Jian.

~~

Wang Jian's plan had reached its culmination. The two beautiful women, their inhibitions dissolved by alcohol and carefully crafted manipulations, were offering themselves to him. 'Well, I'd be a fool to refuse,' he thought, a predatory gleam in his eyes. 'Yujia has done all the groundwork. Time to reap the rewards.'

He reached out, his hands gently cupping Xinqiao's face. "You are truly breathtaking, Lady Xinqiao," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "It would be a sin not to… appreciate such beauty."

He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft, tentative kiss. Xinqiao, still reeling from her emotional turmoil and the effects of the wine, responded almost instinctively, her lips parting slightly.

Wang Jian deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the contours of her mouth. He could feel her body trembling slightly, a mixture of fear and anticipation. He knew he had to be careful, to not move too fast, but he also knew that he couldn't hold back for too long.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes fixed on hers. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with feigned admiration. "I… I can't resist you."

He then turned his attention to Yujia, who was watching them with a mixture of excitement and possessiveness. He reached out and gently caressed her cheek. "And you, my dear Yujia," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "You are a true goddess."

He pulled Yujia closer, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. Yujia responded eagerly, her body pressing against his, her hands roaming over his chest and shoulders.

Wang Jian then turned his attention back to Xinqiao, his eyes burning with desire. He reached out and gently cupped her breasts, his fingers lightly kneading the soft flesh.

Xinqiao gasped softly, her eyes fluttering closed. She had never experienced such a bold and intimate touch before. A shiver ran down her spine, a mixture of fear and excitement.

Wang Jian's hands then started to roam all over her body, exploring every curve and contour. He paid particular attention to her large, full breasts, gently squeezing and teasing them, eliciting soft moans from Xinqiao.

Yujia, not wanting to be left out, began to please her master with her own body. She pressed her breasts against his chest, her hands massaging his back and shoulders, her lips tracing kisses along his neck.

Wang Jian, enjoying the attention from both women, began to undress Xinqiao, slowly removing her remaining garments. He then turned his attention to Yujia, quickly stripping her of her remaining clothes as well.

He then turned his attention back to Xinqiao, his eyes fixed on her naked body. He reached down and gently spread her legs, revealing her delicate flower. He then pulled out his massive member, which was already fully erect.

Xinqiao gasped as she saw the sheer size of it. It was far larger than anything she had ever seen before. 'He's… huge,' she thought, her eyes widening in surprise and a hint of fear. 'Xuan's… can't even compare.'

Yujia whispered in Xinqiao's ear, "See? I told you. Our husband is nothing compared to Master Wang Jian."

Wang Jian wasted no time. He positioned himself between Xinqiao's legs and slowly began to penetrate her. Xinqiao gasped as his large member entered her, feeling a sharp pain as it stretched her tight opening.

"It's… too big," she whispered, her voice strained. "It hurts."

Wang Jian ignored her protests, continuing his penetration until he was fully inside her. Xinqiao cried out in pain, her body tensing.

"It will take some time to adjust," Wang Jian murmured, his voice low and husky. "But you will get used to it. And then… you will experience pleasures you never thought possible."

He began to move, slowly at first, then gradually increasing his pace. Xinqiao cried out again, her body arching beneath him. The pain was intense, but there was also a strange sense of excitement, a feeling of being pushed to her limits.

Yujia continued to please Wang Jian, massaging his body, pressing her breasts against his back, and whispering words of encouragement in his ear. She also reached down and gently caressed Xinqiao's body, trying to soothe her discomfort.

As Wang Jian continued to thrust into Xinqiao, he also fondled Yujia's breasts and spanked her buttocks, eliciting moans and gasps from her. The courtyard was filled with the sounds of moans, gasps, and the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh.

"Ah… yes… like that…" Xinqiao moaned, her body beginning to relax as she adjusted to Wang Jian's size.

"You're so tight," Wang Jian murmured, his voice filled with lust. "So perfect."

"Master… harder…" Yujia whispered, pressing her body even closer to his.

Wang Jian, fueled by the wine and the presence of two beautiful women, continued his relentless assault on Xinqiao's body. He showed no mercy, driving deeper and deeper, pushing her to the brink of ecstasy.

"Ah… ah… I'm… I'm coming…" Xinqiao gasped, her body trembling violently.

Wang Jian released a guttural roar as he reached his own climax, his body shuddering as he emptied his seed into Xinqiao. He then pulled out and started to fuck Yujia. His stamina was truly godly.

The night continued, filled with the sounds of passion and desire. Wang Jian had successfully seduced Wufang Xinqiao, and his plan was proceeding perfectly.