Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 674: Having Hot Passionate Sex With Qing Fenghua

Chapter 674: Having Hot Passionate Sex With Qing Fenghua



"Qing Fenghua," Wang Jian greeted her with a smile, "come, sit next to me."ally, Qing Fenghua would have ignored such a suggestion, but the words of the Great Deity were deeply imprinted in her mind. She hesitated for a moment before moving to sit beside him on the sofa.

"Pour yourself a drink and join me," Wang Jian said, his voice smooth and inviting.

Qing Fenghua complied, filling a glass with the rich, crimson wine. She took a few cautious sips, feeling the warmth of the liquid spread through her body. As she drank, Wang Jian began to discuss serious matters, focusing on the strengths and weaknesses of the Corrupt Dragon Clan.

"We need to strike at their base star," Wang Jian said, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Targeting Dong Zhuo will be crucial. If we can assassinate Dong Zhi, their morale will crumble."

Qing Fenghua listened intently, her interest piqued by the strategic discussion. She became more animated, her emotions heightened by the wine, which unbeknownst to her was laced with special herbs that amplified its effects and sealed her cultivation.

As the conversation continued, Qing Fenghua found herself losing focus, the effects of the wine taking hold. Wang Jian noticed her growing vulnerability and slowly moved closer, his face inching towards her cleavage. His hands slid around her thin waist, slipping under her top to caress her skin.

"Wang Jian, what are you-" Qing Fenghua's protest was cut off as he buried his face in her deep cleavage, his lips brushing against her skin. She gasped, her body reacting to his touch despite her attempts to resist.

Wang Jian's hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and contour. He pushed her back against the sofa, positioning himself on top of her. His lips found hers, and he kissed her deeply, his tongue probing her mouth as he pressed his body against hers.

Qing Fenghua's resistance melted away under the intoxicating effects of the wine and the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. Wang Jian took full advantage, his hands and lips claiming her body with relentless desire.

He stripped away her clothes, exposing her voluptuous form. His mouth moved to her breasts, sucking and nibbling on her sensitive nipples. Qing Fenghua moaned, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he continued to ravish her.

Wang Jian wasted no time, positioning himself between her legs and thrusting into her with a primal intensity. Qing Fenghua cried out, her body arching in response to the powerful thrusts. He drove into her relentlessly, each movement choreographed to maximize her pleasure and his own.

The night was filled with their cries of ecstasy and the sound of their bodies coming together in a frenzied rhythm. Wang Jian's hands and lips explored every inch of Qing Fenghua's body, pushing her to the brink of climax again and again. He filled her with his seed, marking her as his own, and continued to take her in every way imaginable.

He flipped her onto her stomach, entering her from behind as his hands gripped her hips. Qing Fenghua moaned and writhed beneath him, her body responding to his every touch. He pulled her hair, forcing her head back as he drove deeper into her, their movements synchronized in a dance of lust and domination.

Wang Jian's lips found her neck, biting and kissing as he thrust harder. Qing Fenghua's moans grew louder, her body shuddering with each powerful stroke. She climaxed repeatedly, her cries of pleasure echoing through the chamber.

As the night wore on, Wang Jian took her in every position, his hunger for her seemingly insatiable. He filled her mouth with his seed, marking her lips and face with his essence. He sprayed his seed on her breasts, watching with satisfaction as it dripped down her body.

Wang Jian's smile widened. "Stop wasting time with complaints, Qing Fenghua. Use this precious time to strip and walk towards me, just as I have told you." His tone was now authoritative, brooking no argument.

With a final, defiant glare, Qing Fenghua began to disrobe. Her fingers trembled slightly as she unfastened her clothing, piece by piece, until she stood naked before him. Her voluptuous body was revealed in all its glory, her curves accentuated by the soft morning light.

She walked towards Wang Jian, her hips swaying with each step, her full breasts bouncing slightly. Her defiance was evident in every movement, yet she complied with his demand. Her mind raced with a mix of humiliation and anger, but she forced herself to maintain

composure.

When she reached him, Wang Jian pulled her into his arms and then guided her down to the ground. Without hesitation, he positioned himself and pushed his hardened length into her mouth. Qing Fenghua gagged slightly but quickly adapted, her lips and tongue working to

please him.

Wang Jian groaned in pleasure, his hands tangling in her hair as she bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper with each movement. His lustful eyes watched her every move, reveling in the sight of her submission.

As she continued to service him, Wang Jian reached down and cupped her breasts, pressing them together around his shaft. Qing Fenghua's eyes widened in surprise, but she followed his lead, using her ample cleavage to give him a titty fuck.

The sensation drove Wang Jian wild with desire. He thrust between her breasts, his cock slick

with her saliva and his own arousal. Qing Fenghua's nipples brushed against his length with each movement, adding to the intense pleasure.

The room was filled with the sounds of their debauchery: the wet noises of Qing Fenghua's

mouth, Wang Jian's grunts of pleasure, and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh. Qing Fenghua's face was a mask of concentration, her eyes glazed as she focused on bringing Wang

Jian to climax.

Finally, with a guttural moan, Wang Jian erupted, his seed spilling into Qing Fenghua's mouth and all over her breasts. He continued to thrust, prolonging the pleasure as he marked

her body with his essence.

Breathing heavily, Wang Jian pulled Qing Fenghua up and kissed her deeply, tasting himself

on her lips. "You belong to me, Qing Fenghua. Don't forget that," he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Qing Fenghua, her mind clouded by a mix of humiliation and resignation, could only nod. She knew that her fate, and that of her clan, was now irrevocably tied to Wang Jian.