Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 675: Qing Lurou Offers Herself to Wang Jian

Chapter 675: Qing Lurou Offers Herself to Wang Jian



Wang Jian continued to indulge in Qing Fenghua's voluptuous body, taking pleasure in her every curve and moan. He knew he had complete control over her, and he relished in it. Qing Fenghua, despite her humiliation, endured it all. The words of her Great Deity echoed in her mind, a constant reminder of her duty to obey Wang Jian to ensure the survival of her clan.

For hours on end, Wang Jian ravished Qing Fenghua, his hands exploring every inch of her body, his lips leaving marks on her skin. She submitted to his every demand, her body responding even as her mind recoiled. When it finally ended, both were spent, and Qing Fenghua lay beside Wang Jian, her body aching and her mind numb.

Days passed, and the Nature Clan's most talented beauties were integrated into Wang Jian's faction. They brought with them their unique skills, enhancing the strength of his faction by growing rare herbs and using their deep connection to nature. These women were not only skilled but also beautiful, adding to the allure of Wang Jian's domain.

Among them, Qing Fenghua's daughter, Qing Lurou, stood out. She was as beautiful as her mother, with a soft heart and a gentle demeanor. Wang Jian knew that conquering Qing Lurou would be simpler than conquering her mother. All he had to do was ensure that Qing Lurou witnessed him violating her mother, and her soft heart would not be able to tolerate it.

One evening, as Qing Lurou roamed the hallways, she heard strange sounds coming from her mother's chamber. Her curiosity piqued, she walked closer and hesitated before slightly opening the door to take a peek.

What she saw shocked her to her core.

There, on the bed, was her mother, Qing Fenghua, being ruthlessly taken by Wang Jian. He was on top of her, thrusting into her with a savage intensity. Qing Fenghua's moans filled the room, a mix of pleasure and pain. Wang Jian's hands were all over her, fondling her breasts, spanking her, and even biting her skin. for new novels

Qing Lurou's eyes widened in horror. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her mother, the strong and proud leader of the Nature Clan, was reduced to this. Tears filled her eyes as she watched, unable to look away. She felt a surge of emotions-anger, sorrow, helplessness.

Wang Jian glanced up and saw Qing Lurou peeking through the door. A sly smile crossed his face, and he increased his pace, making Qing Fenghua cry out louder.

Qing Lurou stood frozen at the door, her heart pounding as she watched the disturbing scene unfold before her. She could barely suppress the uncomfortable feeling gnawing at her insides, but she forced herself to keep watching. Her mother, Qing Fenghua, was being dominated by Wang Jian, the man who had recently come into their lives like a tempest.

For nearly two hours, Qing Lurou witnessed the depravity. Wang Jian had Qing Fenghua in various positions-first on all fours, then bent over the edge of the bed, and finally, with her legs draped over his shoulders as he pounded into her with unrelenting force. The sight was both repulsive and heartbreaking. Qing Fenghua's cries filled the room, a mixture of pain and unwanted pleasure.

Unable to watch any longer, Qing Lurou left the room with a determined look on her face. She made her way back to her own chamber, her mind racing with thoughts of what she had seen and what she needed to do.

That night, Qing Lurou took a deep breath and walked straight to Wang Jian's chamber. She knocked once before pushing the door open, finding him lounging on a plush sofa with a glass of red wine in his hand.

Wang Jian looked up, a smirk playing on his lips as he saw her. "What brings you here at this hour, Qing Lurou?" he asked, his tone dripping with mockery.

Qing Lurou clenched her fists, trying to keep her voice steady. "I want you to stop...having sex with my mother."

Qing Lurou bit her lip to stifle her cries, her body trembling under his assault. She hated the pleasure that coursed through her, hated how her body betrayed her. But she endured, knowing it was the only way to save her mother.

Wang Jian shifted positions, pulling her up so she was on her knees, her back arched. He

entered her from behind, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he drove into her with renewed fervor. Qing Lurou's moans grew louder, her body shuddering with each powerful

thrust.

He pulled her back against him, his hands moving to her breasts, kneading them roughly as he continued to move inside her. "You're so tight, so perfect," he murmured against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin.

Qing Lurou felt a mix of shame and unwanted pleasure. Her body was responding to his touch, her mind clouded by the intensity of the moment. She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the reality of what was happening, but the sensations were overwhelming.

Wang Jian pushed her down onto the bed, turning her over so she was lying on her back. He climbed on top of her, his eyes locking onto hers as he continued to thrust into her. The intensity of his gaze made her feel even more exposed, more vulnerable.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice firm. "I want to see your eyes when you come."

Qing Lurou's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. The intensity of the moment, the raw passion in his eyes, sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn't look away, even as her body trembled with the approach of climax.

Wang Jian's thrusts grew more powerful, his movements almost animalistic in their fervor.

Qing Lurou's moans filled the room, her body arching against him as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. With a final, powerful thrust, she cried out, her body convulsing with the force of her climax.

Wang Jian followed shortly after, his own release tearing through him. He groaned, his body tensing as he spilled inside her. For a moment, they were both lost in the intensity of the moment, their bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat.

As they lay there, catching their breath, Wang Jian's hands continued to roam over Qing

Lurou's body. He looked down at her with a satisfied smirk, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "You did well, Qing Lurou," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You're mine now, completely."

Qing Lurou closed her eyes, her body aching and her mind numb. She had done what she

needed to do to save her mother, but the cost was higher than she had ever imagined. She knew that her life would never be the same again, that she was now bound to Wang Jian in a way that she could never escape.