VILLAIN: MANIPULATING THE HEROINES INTO HATING THE PROTAGONIST - Chapter 517 Eternal Slave Contract

Amidst the haze of desire and the intoxicating aroma of passion, Wang Jian found himself surrounded by the alluring beauties of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion. As he reveled in the forbidden pleasure, his mind buzzed with a mixture of exhilaration and apprehension.

“Divine Ascension Realm… Divine Spirit Realm…” Wang Jian mused silently, acknowledging the vast chasm that separated his cultivation level from that of the women he now lay with. Yet, despite the overwhelming odds stacked against him, he dared to seize this moment, propelled by a potent mix of desire and ambition.

With his mastery of the Laws of Array Formation, Wang Jian unleashed the full force of the Celestial Wrath Formation, suppressing the cultivation of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion’s elite cultivators. Each clone he conjured was a testament to his ingenuity, a reflection of his determination to conquer the seemingly insurmountable.

As he indulged in the carnal delights offered by the Heavenly Jade Pavilion’s beauties, Wang Jian understood the perilous nature of his actions. Once the effects of the array faded and these women regained their senses, they would undoubtedly seek retribution for his audacious behavior.

Yet, Wang Jian had a plan—a plan born from the depths of his cunning mind and fueled by his mastery of the Law of Contracts.

To bind them as his eternal slaves, Wang Jian needed their consent—a task that required finesse and cunning. With each tantalizing encounter, he employed a myriad of techniques and positions, weaving a spell of ecstasy that clouded their judgment and left them vulnerable to his influence.

As the pleasure reached its crescendo, Wang Jian seized the opportunity to broach the subject of eternal servitude, skillfully coaxing their consent amidst the throes of passion.

“Agree to serve me, and I’ll grant you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams,” he whispered, his voice laced with seductive allure.

In their ecstasy-addled state, the women acquiesced, their voices a soft murmur of consent that sealed their fate.

With their consent secured, Wang Jian’s smirked triumphantly, his confidence unwavering as he reveled in the success of his audacious plan.

“Now, let the games begin,” he thought, his gaze alight with anticipation as he contemplated the boundless possibilities that lay ahead.

As the night stretched on, Wang Jian found himself locked in a battle of wills with Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan. Her resistance only fueled his desire, igniting a primal urge to conquer her completely. With each passing moment, Wang Jian became more determined to break through her defenses and claim her as his own.

Undeterred by her defiance, Wang Jian unleashed a barrage of seductive maneuvers, each one designed to weaken her resolve and leave her defenseless against his advances. He began with a gentle caress, tracing his fingers along the curves of her body, his touch igniting a fire within her that she struggled to contain.

But Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan was not one to yield easily. She fought back with a ferocity that only served to inflame Wang Jian’s desire further. Determined to overcome her resistance, he shifted tactics, drawing her into a passionate embrace that left her breathless and yearning for more.

With each passing moment, Wang Jian grew more relentless in his pursuit, employing a variety of positions to overwhelm her senses and break down her defenses. He started with the missionary position, locking eyes with Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan as he thrust into her with a primal urgency that left her gasping for breath.

But even as she resisted, Wang Jian refused to be deterred. He shifted seamlessly into the doggy style position, driving into her with a force that threatened to consume them both. Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan fought against him with all her strength, but with each thrust, her resistance began to wane, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure and surrender.

Refusing to let up, Wang Jian transitioned into the cowgirl position, allowing Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan to take control as she rode him with an abandon that bordered on reckless. With each movement, she drew closer to the edge of ecstasy, her resistance crumbling beneath the weight of her desire.

And just when it seemed that she could resist no longer, Wang Jian unleashed his final assault, guiding her into the reverse cowgirl position. From this angle, he could drive into her with a ferocity that left her mind reeling, her resistance finally crumbling beneath the overwhelming tide of pleasure.

As Wang Jian continued his relentless pursuit of Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan, he knew he had to break through her remaining resistance. With determination in his eyes and a mischievous grin on his lips, he unleashed a series of erotic maneuvers designed to push her to the brink of surrender.

With a playful smirk, Wang Jian delivered a sharp smack to Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan’s voluptuous buttocks. Her flesh jiggled erotically under his touch, a tantalizing display of her undeniable allure.

Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan gasped at the sudden sensation, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her veins.

But Wang Jian didn’t stop there. He trailed his hands along her curves, fondling her breasts and teasing her sensitive nipples until she was writhing beneath him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as desire consumed her.

With each touch, Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan’s resistance began to crumble, her mind clouded by a haze of pleasure as Wang Jian pushed her closer and closer to the edge. She moaned aloud, unable to contain the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

“Please,” she begged, her voice a husky whisper. “More.”

Wang Jian smirked at her plea, his confidence growing with each passing moment. He knew he had her right where he wanted her, on the precipice of surrendering to him completely.

But even as Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan succumbed to the pleasure, a part of her still resisted. She fought against the overwhelming tide of desire, determined to maintain control even as her body betrayed her.

Wang Jian sensed her lingering resistance and redoubled his efforts, his movements becoming more urgent and insistent as he drove her closer to the edge. He whispered sweet promises in her ear, his voice a seductive melody that washed over her like a tidal wave.

And then, in a moment of clarity amidst the chaos of pleasure, Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan made her decision. With a voice filled with conviction, she declared her consent to be Wang Jian’s eternal slave, her words echoing through the chamber with a finality that left no room for doubt.

As her declaration reverberated through the open ground, a sense of relief washed over Wang Jian. He had achieved his goal, bending Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan to his will and claiming her as his own.

But Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan was not alone in her decision. As Wang Jian’s clones continued their relentless assault on the Heavenly Jade Pavilion’s elders, each one of them found themselves succumbing to the same overwhelming tide of pleasure and desire.

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As the first rays of dawn shone on them, the group stirred from their slumber.

Wang Jian’s clones dispersed, leaving him alone amidst a tangle of limbs and satisfied sighs. With a satisfied smile gracing his lips, Wang Jian gazed upon the women of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion, their bodies entwined with his own, including Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan herself, now completely under his sway.

As the group gradually awoke, the events of the previous night flooded back to them, and a wave of shock and anger washed over them.

Many of the elders, along with Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan, felt a burning desire to exact revenge upon Wang Jian for his brazen actions.

But just as the thought crossed their minds, they were struck by a sudden, agonizing pain that gripped their souls, freezing them in place.

Their hands trembled, their minds reeling from the unexpected agony that coursed through them. It was as if their very souls were being torn asunder, leaving them powerless to even lift a finger against Wang Jian.

With a casual air, Wang Jian explained the source of their torment. “That pain you’re feeling,” he said, his voice calm and collected, “is the mark of our Eternal Slave Contract. As long as you remain bound by it, you’ll find yourself unable to harm me in any way.”

His words sent a chill down the spines of the women gathered before him. They hadn’t anticipated Wang Jian’s ruthless tactics, nor did they realize the extent of his power over them.

But Wang Jian wasn’t finished yet. With a sly grin, he turned his gaze to one of the elders and issued a command.

“Dance,” he said simply.

The elder recoiled at the command, her instincts urging her to resist.

But to her horror, she found herself moving involuntarily, her body swaying to an invisible rhythm.

Try as she might, she couldn’t defy Wang Jian’s command, her limbs moving of their own accord.

It was a stark reminder of their newfound servitude, a testament to Wang Jian’s control over their very beings.

And as the realization sank in, the women of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion knew that they were truly at his mercy.