Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 636 Breaking Huang Zhi's Second Wife, Sexy Mo Yin

Chapter 636 Breaking Huang Zhi's Second Wife, Sexy Mo Yin

Mo Yu's eyes widened as he received Wang Jian's spiritual message. "If you want your race and yourself to survive another day, take me as your hostage. Only by doing this can you ensure the survival of your people."

Without hesitation, Devil King Mo Yu launched himself towards Wang Jian. The battlefield seemed to freeze as Mo Yu captured him. The sight of Wang Jian in Mo Yu's grasp brought the entire conflict to a standstill.

"Retreat!" Devil King Mo Yu's voice boomed across the battlefield. "All forces, retreat to the Northern Cosmos!"

The Devil Race, seeing their king's dire situation, began to fall back. The allied forces, the Angel Race, and the Heavenly Jade Pavilion paused, uncertain of how to respond. The sudden shift in the battle's dynamics had caught everyone off guard.

As the Devil Race retreated, Mo Yu maintained a firm grip on Wang Jian. The sight of the supposed hostage kept the allied forces at bay. Unbeknownst to them, the Wang Jian in Mo Yu's grasp was merely a clone, a clever ruse to facilitate the Devil Race's escape.

The retreat was swift and orderly, a stark contrast to the fierce battle that had raged moments before. The Devil Race forces moved with purpose, retreating back to their home territory in the Northern Cosmos.

Wang Jian's plan had succeeded. The battlefield, once a cauldron of chaos, now lay in a stunned silence. The allied forces regrouped, their leaders contemplating the unexpected turn of events.

Meanwhile, in the pocket dimension, Mo Yin awaited Wang Jian's return, her heart heavy with the weight of her decision. She had agreed to a humiliating fate to save her people and her father. The reality of her new life as Wang Jian's maid loomed over her, a dark cloud that would follow her forever.

When Wang Jian finally reappeared before her, the victorious gleam in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine. "The battle is over," he announced, his voice carrying a note of triumph. "Your people are safe, and your father lives. Now, it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

Mo Yin's heart sank as she nodded, resigned to her fate. She had made her choice, and now she had to live with it.

The void of the pocket dimension was silent, save for the heavy breathing of Mo Yin and the measured steps of Wang Jian as he approached her. Her eyes, a blend of defiance and fear, tracked his every movement. She knew what was coming, but she couldn't let herself yield easily. Her pride as a Devil Race elite and her loyalty to her husband, Huang Zhi, demanded resistance.

Wang Jian reached out, his hand caressing her cheek before trailing down her neck. Mo Yin shivered at his touch, her body betraying the turmoil within her. "You can resist all you want," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper, "but we both know how this will end."

Mo Yin's eyes blazed with fury. "I will never love you," she spat, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and desperation. "Even if you take my body, my heart belongs to Huang Zhi."

Wang Jian's lips curled into a satisfied smile as he felt her finally give in. "That's it," he whispered. "Let go."

Mo Yin's mind was a whirl of conflicting emotions. She had never experienced such pleasure, not even with Huang Zhi. The realization was both shocking and humiliating. She felt herself slipping, her resolve melting away under the relentless assault of sensation.

By the end of the third round, Mo Yin was a trembling mess, her defiance shattered. "No," she whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I can't... I can't..."

Wang Jian lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You already have," he said softly. "Now, say it."

Mo Yin's lips trembled. "I... I submit," she whispered, the words barely audible.

"Good," Wang Jian replied, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "Now, you're mine."

The following rounds were a blur of intense pleasure and submission. Mo Yin's mind, once a fortress of defiance, was now a willing participant in the ecstasy Wang Jian provided. She responded eagerly to his every touch, her body moving in sync with his. The shame and guilt that had once clouded her mind were now overshadowed by the overwhelming pleasure she experienced.

Wang Jian reveled in his victory, knowing that he had not only broken Mo Yin's will but also claimed her in a way that Huang Zhi never had. His charm, his dominance, and his skill were unmatched, leaving Mo Yin no choice but to succumb completely.

As the last wave of pleasure washed over them, Mo Yin lay panting, her body spent and her mind reeling. Wang Jian's eyes were filled with a triumphant gleam as he looked down at her. "Remember this moment," he said, his voice a seductive purr. "This is what it means to be mine."

Mo Yin nodded weakly, her spirit broken but her body sated. The humiliation and shame would linger, but so would the pleasure that Wang Jian had awakened within her. She had become his in every sense, her loyalty to Huang Zhi had become a distant memory.

Wang Jian stood, adjusting his robes with a satisfied smile. "Rest now," he said, his tone almost gentle. "There will be more for you to endure in the days to come."

Mo Yin watched him through half-lidded eyes, her body still trembling from the aftermath of their encounter. She knew her life had changed irrevocably, and the future held only more of Wang Jian's dominance. But for now, she would rest, her mind and body exhausted from the intense ordeal.

As Wang Jian exited the pocket dimension, his thoughts turned to the battlefield. The Devil Race had retreated, their forces scattered, and their morale shaken. The Angel Race and the Heavenly Jade Pavilion would regroup, preparing for the next confrontation.

But for now, Wang Jian's plan had succeeded. He had secured Mo Yin's submission and ensured the survival of the Devil Race, at least for the time being. His mind was already working on the next steps, the strategies that would bring him closer to his ultimate goals.