Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

667  Having Fun With His Mistresses

"One hundred and fifty thousand!" countered a member of the Thunderclap Sect, his voice booming with determination.

The bids climbed rapidly, each faction eager to claim the Celestial Phoenix Feather Fan. Huang Zhi, seated in his chamber, watched the proceedings with intense focus. His eyes gleamed with desire as he raised his hand.

"Two hundred thousand Divine Spirit Coins!" Huang Zhi's voice rang out, drawing gasps from the crowd.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand!" a voice from the White Tiger Divine Clan echoed, not willing to back down.

Huang Zhi's brows furrowed, but he remained resolute. "Three hundred thousand Divine Spirit Coins!"

The room buzzed with excitement and tension. The bidding war intensified, with each participant pushing the limits of their wealth. Finally, a representative from the Celestial Maiden Sect made a bold move.

"Five hundred thousand Divine Spirit Coins!" her voice was calm yet commanding, silencing the room.

The crowd held its breath, waiting to see if anyone would counter the staggering bid. Huang Zhi clenched his fists, his eyes burning with frustration. Despite his desire, he knew he couldn't match the bid.

The hammer fell, and the Celestial Phoenix Feather Fan was sold to the Celestial Maiden Sect. Huang Zhi, though disappointed, composed himself and waited for the next item.

Throughout the day, numerous rare and wondrous items were displayed and bid upon. Each artifact brought its own allure and sparked fierce competition among the factions. The auctioneer, Chen Xianzi, described each item with captivating detail, her voice weaving a spell over the audience.

"Next, we have the Dragon's Blood Elixir," she announced, holding up a vial of crimson liquid that seemed to pulse with life. "This elixir can heal severe injuries and rejuvenate the user's vitality."

The bidding war for the elixir was intense, with cultivators from various factions vying for its potent healing properties. Huang Zhi joined in, determined to secure the elixir for the Devil Race. After a heated exchange, he emerged victorious, much to his satisfaction.

As the day progressed, more items were brought forth, each with its own unique abilities and allure. The Ancient Divine Rune Scroll, the Phoenix Feather Pendant, the Heavenly Demonic Fruit, and the Talisman of Eternal Flame were among the treasures that captivated the audience.

Huang Zhi, though not always successful, managed to acquire several valuable items. His determination and wealth ensured that he remained a formidable participant in the auction.

As the day drew to a close, the auction hall buzzed with excitement and exhaustion. The first day had been a resounding success, with many treasures changing hands and new alliances being formed.

Huang Zhi made his way to the Devil Race's chamber, where he found Mo Yin and her maids. Mo Yin's beauty was as captivating as ever, her presence commanding attention even among her own kind.

"Mo Yin," Huang Zhi greeted her with a smile, "I managed to buy many items for myself and even for the Devil Race."

Mo Yin's eyes sparkled with appreciation. "That's wonderful, Huang Zhi. Your efforts will greatly benefit our race."

She stepped closer, her voice softening. "Thank you, Huang Zhi. I am truly grateful for your dedication."

Huang Zhi's heart swelled with pride. "It was my pleasure. I only wish to see our race thrive."

Mo Yin nodded, her expression turning thoughtful. "I think I'll return to my room in the inn and rest for the night. We have another long day ahead of us."

Huang Zhi watched her leave, his mind already planning for the next day's auction. He knew there were still many treasures to be claimed, and he was determined to secure as many as possible.

The next day, the auction resumed with renewed vigor. The crowd gathered once more, eager to see what new wonders would be presented. In Wang Jian's private chamber, however, a different kind of excitement was unfolding.

In the private chamber of the auction hall, the atmosphere was thick with a heady mix of perfume and anticipation.

Wang Jian lay back on his plush bed, the velvet covers soft against his bare skin. The anticipation in the room was almost palpable, each woman eyeing him with a mix of lust and admiration.

His chamber, opulently decorated with silks and priceless artifacts, provided the perfect backdrop for the evening's pleasures.

Soft, ambient light from floating orbs bathed the room in a warm, inviting glow.

Mo Yin, always eager to please, was the first to move. Her slender fingers danced across Wang Jian's chest, tracing the contours of his muscles. Her lips followed, leaving a trail of delicate kisses. "Tonight, my lord, is yours to command," she murmured, her breath hot against his skin. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she positioned herself beside him, her body curving sensuously against his.

Wang Jian's hand slid down Mo Yin's back, his touch firm yet tender. He pulled her closer, his lips capturing hers in a deep, lingering kiss. The taste of her, sweet and intoxicating, set his senses alight. He savored the moment, his other hand exploring the softness of her curves.

Lady Xia approached next, her movements graceful and deliberate. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her elegant face. She joined Wang Jian and Mo Yin on the bed, her body pressing against his side. "Shall I assist in your pleasure, my lord?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.

Wang Jian nodded, a smile playing on his lips. Lady Xia leaned in, her lips finding his neck. She nibbled gently, her breath warm and inviting. Her hands roamed over his chest, each touch sending shivers down his spine. She shifted, her large breasts brushing against him, her body radiating heat and desire.

Lady Zhuoran's nine tails swayed hypnotically as she approached. Her eyes, filled with a playful gleam, locked onto Wang Jian's. She climbed onto the bed with feline grace, her tails wrapping around his legs. "My lord," she purred, her voice rich with promise, "let me show you the pleasures of the Nine-Tailed Fox."

Her tails caressed him, their silken touch igniting his skin. She leaned in, her lips teasing his, before capturing them in a passionate kiss. Wang Jian's hands found her hips, pulling her closer. Her body responded eagerly, moving in time with his, each touch, each kiss, a symphony of pleasure.

Empress Isabella, with her regal bearing, watched the unfolding scene with keen interest. She approached, her every step a testament to her royal elegance. She joined the growing tangle of bodies on the bed, her hands gliding over Wang Jian's skin. "My lord, shall we continue this dance of desire?" she asked, her voice smooth and commanding.

Isabella's touch was both gentle and insistent, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin. Her lips sought his, their kiss deep and consuming. She moved with a practiced grace, her body aligning with his, every movement designed to heighten their mutual pleasure.

Empress Victoria, fiery and passionate, was next. Her eyes burned with desire as she approached. She wasted no time, her hands and lips exploring Wang Jian's body with fervent intensity. "Tonight, my lord, I will set your senses ablaze," she promised, her voice a low, seductive growl.

Victoria's touch was electric, each caress sending jolts of pleasure through Wang Jian's body. She moved with a fiery passion, her lips and hands leaving no inch of his skin untouched. Her body pressed against his, their movements synchronized in a dance of desire.

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Elf Queen Ilyndra's ethereal beauty added a mystical touch to the gathering. She approached with a serene grace, her delicate features glowing in the soft light. Her touch was gentle, almost reverent, as she joined the others on the bed. "My lord," she whispered, her voice a melodic harmony, "let me share the magic of the elves with you."

Ilyndra's lips brushed against Wang Jian's, her kiss light and fleeting, yet filled with promise. Her hands moved over his body, their touch soothing and arousing in equal measure. She moved with an otherworldly grace, her every gesture a testament to her elven heritage.

Wang Jian reveled in the attention, his senses overwhelmed by the myriad of sensations. Each woman brought a unique flavor to the encounter, their touches, kisses, and caresses blending into a symphony of pleasure. He took his time, savoring each moment, each touch, each kiss.

Mo Yin's body was soft and supple against his, her moans a sweet melody as he explored her curves. His hands moved over her breasts, eliciting gasps of pleasure. His fingers dug into her curvaceous buttocks, her body arching against his as he took her, their movements slow and deliberate.

Lady Xia's elegance was matched by her passion. She straddled him, her movements slow and rhythmic. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her moans growing louder with each passing moment. Wang Jian's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

Lady Zhuoran's playful charm added a touch of mischief to the encounter. Her nine tails wrapped around him, their soft touch heightening his arousal. She nipped at his neck, her teeth grazing his skin, her eyes twinkling with delight. Wang Jian's hands roamed over her body, her moans of pleasure spurring him on.

Empress Isabella's regal beauty was a constant presence. She moved with grace and precision, her touch both gentle and commanding. Her lips sought his, their kiss deep and consuming. Wang Jian's hands traced the curves of her body, her skin soft and warm under his touch.

Empress Victoria's fiery passion was a force of nature. She moved with a fierce intensity, her hands and lips exploring every inch of his body. Her moans and gasps filled the room, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire. Wang Jian's hands gripped her hips, his thrusts powerful and deliberate.

Elf Queen Ilyndra's ethereal grace was a calming presence. Her touch was gentle, almost reverent, as she explored his body. Her lips left a trail of fiery kisses along his skin, her movements slow and deliberate. Wang Jian's hands moved over her curves, her body trembling with each touch.

The night wore on, their passions reaching a fevered pitch. The room was filled with the sounds of pleasure, each woman adding her unique voice to the symphony. Wang Jian moved from one to the next, his body a perfect instrument of pleasure.

Mo Yin's seductive beauty, Lady Xia's sexy elegance, Lady Zhuoran's playful charm, Empress Isabella's regal allure, Empress Victoria's fiery passion, and Elf Queen Ilyndra's ethereal grace – each one added a unique flavor to the encounter.

Wang Jian took Lady Xia roughly from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her with powerful thrusts. Her moans of pleasure spurred him on, her body trembling with each movement. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her moans growing louder with each passing moment.

Lady Zhuoran's tails wrapped around him, their soft touch heightening his arousal. He pulled her close, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss as he entered her. Her moans were a melody to his ears, her body moving in perfect harmony with his. Her nine tails swayed hypnotically, adding to the sensations.

Empress Isabella and Empress Victoria took turns, their bodies entwined with his as they rode him with abandon. Their moans and gasps filled the room, their pleasure a testament to his prowess. Wang Jian's hands roamed over their bodies, his touch igniting their senses.

Elf Queen Ilyndra was the last, her body trembling with anticipation as Wang Jian took her. Her delicate features contorted in pleasure, her moans a sweet symphony that echoed through the chamber. Her touch was gentle, almost reverent, as she explored his body. Her lips left a trail of fiery kisses along his skin, her movements slow and deliberate.

The night stretched on, each moment a testament to Wang Jian's power and prowess. The women, each a paragon of beauty and desire, surrounded him, their bodies a perfect complement to his. Wang Jian reveled in the attention, his senses overwhelmed by the myriad of sensations.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the windows, the intensity of their passions began to wane. The room was filled with the heavy scent of sweat and satisfaction, the air thick with the lingering echoes of their pleasure.

Wang Jian lay back, his body spent yet exhilarated. The women, equally exhausted, nestled around him, their bodies a warm, comforting presence. Mo Yin's head rested on his chest, her breathing slow and steady. Lady Xia's elegant form was curled up beside him, her arm draped over his waist. Lady Zhuoran's tails were wrapped around his legs, their silken touch soothing against his skin.

Empress Isabella and Empress Victoria lay on either side of him, their bodies entwined with his. Elf Queen Ilyndra, with her ethereal beauty, was nestled at his feet, her presence a calming balm.

Wang Jian smiled, his heart filled with satisfaction. The night had been everything he had hoped for and more. He closed his eyes, allowing the warmth and comfort of the moment to wash over him.

As sleep began to claim him, he felt a deep sense of contentment. He had enjoyed the company of some of the most beautiful women in the cosmos.