VILLAIN: MANIPULATING THE HEROINES INTO HATING THE PROTAGONIST - Chapter 731: Wang Jian Gaslights Lucia

Wang Jian remained wrapped around Lucía’s voluptuous body the entire night, his strong arms holding her close as they both drifted into a deep slumber. The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the hotel room. Lucía stirred slowly, her body aching in ways she had never experienced before. The pounding in her head from the hangover hit her first, a sharp, throbbing pain behind her temples that made her groan in discomfort.

As she tried to move, she felt a sudden, sharp pain between her legs, causing her to gasp. The memories of the previous night rushed back to her in a flood-Wang Jian’s relentless touch, the way he had taken her so completely, not once but over and over. She winced as the soreness in her body became more pronounced, a physical reminder of how rough the night had been.

Just as she tried to pull away and sit up, she felt his arms tighten around her. Wang Jian was still fast asleep, his muscular body pressed against hers, and she realized that even in sleep, he hadn’t let her go. One of his hands had slid down to rest on her ample hips, while the other lazily cupped one of her large breasts, his fingers occasionally giving it a light squeeze as if he were enjoying her even in his unconscious state.

A wave of anger surged through Lucía as she stared down at him. His audacity to touch her so freely, especially after everything that had happened, made her blood boil. She glared at him, her teeth clenched, trying to suppress the rising tide of frustration. When he finally stirred awake, his eyes opening slowly, a smug smile spread across his lips as he noticed her angry gaze.

“What’s wrong?” Wang Jian asked, his voice deep and rough from sleep as he pulled her closer, his hand still squeezing her breast possessively.

Lucía tried to push him away, her voice filled with accusation as she spoke. “You… you took advantage of me last night! I was drunk, and you just had your way with me! You even took my virginity, Wang Jian!” Her voice trembled with a mix of anger and hurt as she struggled to

hold back tears. “I didn’t ask for any of this!”

Wang Jian’s smile didn’t falter, and instead of looking guilty, he seemed entirely composed, his eyes gleaming with a cunning light. He shifted, turning onto his side so he could face her fully, his grip on her soft, curvy body never loosening. His expression was calm, almost patronizing, as if he were about to explain something so simple that Lucía had missed.

“You’re overreacting, Lucía,” Wang Jian said smoothly, his tone laced with false concern. “Last night… you were the one who wanted this. You wanted me.”

Lucía’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What?! I didn’t-”

Wang Jian interrupted her with a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “Oh, but you did. Don’t you remember how you were clinging to me all night? You kept touching me, practically begging for me to take you. I was just giving you what you wanted. I wouldn’t have done anything you didn’t ask for.”

Lucía’s anger wavered as his words began to sink in. She tried to remember the events of the night, but everything was blurry, clouded by the alcohol and the intense emotions she had been feeling. Wang Jian continued, his voice gentle but firm as he planted seeds of doubt in her mind.

“Think about it, Lucía. You came back to the hotel with me willingly, didn’t you? You didn’t resist when I kissed you, when I touched you. If you had really wanted me to stop, you would have said something, right? But you didn’t. You wanted me as much as I wanted you.”

His logic, though twisted, was delivered with such confidence that Lucía couldn’t help but second-guess herself. Had she really been that eager? Had her drunkenness clouded her judgment so much that she had given him mixed signals? Her heart raced as she tried to piece it together, but Wang Jian was relentless.

“You’re blaming me now, but you need to take responsibility for your actions too, Lucía,” Wang Jian continued, his hand sliding down to caress her buttocks as he spoke. “I didn’t force you. You were just as into it as I was. It’s not fair to say I took advantage of you when you were the one inviting me in.”

Lucía’s resolve weakened with each word, his gaslighting working perfectly as he twisted the narrative to make it seem like everything had been her idea. The anger that had initially burned within her began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of confusion and guilt. Maybe she had given him the wrong signals. Maybe it was her fault.

As her anger melted away, Wang Jian seized the opportunity to further his control over her. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You were so beautiful last night, Lucía. I couldn’t resist you. You wanted me to take you, and I did. You loved every second of it, didn’t you?”

Lucía felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, her body reacting involuntarily to his words. The memory of the intense pleasure she had felt the night before-despite the circumstances -flooded her mind, and she found herself unable to deny the truth of it. She had enjoyed it, even if she hadn’t fully understood what was happening at the time.

Before she could respond, Wang Jian’s mouth descended on her large breasts, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before he bit down gently. Lucía gasped, her body arching involuntarily as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. His hands were everywhere, squeezing her curves possessively, and despite herself, she felt her body responding once again to his touch.

“I love your body, Lucía,” Wang Jian murmured against her skin, his voice husky with desire. “Every inch of it. You drive me crazy.”

Lucía’s heart fluttered at his words, a mixture of embarrassment and delight flooding her as she felt his lips trailing kisses down her chest. She wanted to stay angry, wanted to hold on to the resentment she had felt earlier, but Wang Jian’s words and touch were too persuasive. He made her feel desired, wanted in a way she had never experienced before.

Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Part of her was still furious at him for what he had done, but another part of her-one that she had tried to suppress-felt a strange thrill at being so thoroughly claimed by him. His possessive touches, his domineering attitude, the way he had taken control of her body… it all made her feel things she wasn’t sure she was ready to confront.

“You’re… you’re impossible,” Lucía muttered, trying to sound annoyed, but her voice came out softer than she intended. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks as she turned her head away, embarrassed by how easily he had manipulated her emotions.

Wang Jian chuckled softly, his hand sliding down to cup her buttocks, giving them a firm squeeze. “You love it,” he teased, his breath hot against her skin. “Don’t deny it.”

Lucía bit her lip, trying to suppress the smile that threatened to break through. She hated how easily he could get under her skin, how he could make her feel both furious and desired at the same time. She wanted to argue, to tell him he was wrong, but the words wouldn’t come.

Instead, she let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing into his embrace. There was no point in fighting it anymore. He had already won, and despite her best efforts to resist, she couldn’t deny the pull he had over her.

Wang Jian smirked, satisfied with the way she had softened under his touch. He leaned down,

his lips capturing hers in a slow, sensual kiss, his hands roaming over her voluptuous body once more. Lucía melted into the kiss, her heart racing as she allowed herself to be consumed by him once again.

As the kiss deepened, Lucía felt a strange sense of acceptance wash over her. Maybe it was the lingering effects of the alcohol, or maybe it was Wang Jian’s masterful manipulation, but she found herself letting go of the anger and frustration she had felt earlier. In that moment, all that mattered was the way his hands felt on her skin, the way his lips tasted against hers.

She didn’t want to admit it, but a part of her did enjoy the way Wang Jian made her feel. Despite everything, despite the way he had taken control of her so easily, there was something intoxicating about the way he desired her so intensely. She had never been wanted like this before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Wang Jian pulled back slightly, his lips curling into a satisfied smile as he gazed down at her. “You’re mine now, Lucía,” he whispered, his voice filled with possessive heat. “No one else will ever touch you the way I do.”

Lucía’s heart skipped a beat at his words, her mind spinning with the weight of what he had just said. She should have been angry, should have pushed him away, but instead, she felt a strange sense of comfort in his possessiveness.