Harem Developing Villain - Chapter 171

Chapter 171: Making Use of Sexy Body Of Palace Mistress Jiu Lan
Wang Li’s smile vanished. His gaze narrowed, a predator appraising his prey. “Love?” he echoed, his voice devoid of warmth. “Love doesn’t constraint me to one woman or two women. I love many women and share close relationships with each one of them.”

Jiu Lan felt a shard of ice pierce her heart. The man was truly a depraved manipulator. Panic clawed at her throat, suffocating her.

“Do you want me to stop?” He leaned closer, his voice a seductive whisper.

Her mind screamed a desperate yes, but her traitorous body remained silent. Any action, any defiance, might spark a violent response, a response her powerless form couldn’t withstand. In her despair, she saw a glimmer of hope. Perhaps compliance would buy her an escape.

“Yes,” she rasped, her voice barely a whisper.

“Then let’s make this interesting,” he purred, his lips hovering near her ear. “If you don’t moan the next time I touch you, I’ll consider it a refusal. And if you do,” he paused, letting the silence stretch, “I’ll take it as your consent.”

Jiu Lan’s breath hitched. This was a monstrous game, a mockery of her will. But in her weakened state, it was the only leverage she had.

With a silent prayer to the heavens, “Fine,” she spat, her voice laced with defiance. This, at least, she could control.

Taking this as a sign, Wang Li leaned forward once more. This time, his kiss landed just above the enticing swell of her cleavage. A gasp escaped her lips, a mixture of shock and a surge of pleasure far more intense than the first. It felt like a dam had broken within her, a flood of sensation overwhelming her senses.

Her moan turned into a long, keening sound, a sound of utter surrender. Even with her best intentions, the pleasure he elicited from her felt so… natural, so right. Shame washed over her as she realized the sound had escaped her lips with a primal urgency.

Wang Li pulled back, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “See, Palace Mistress,” he purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “What was it I told you?”

Jiu Lan stared at him, her mind reeling.

“Perhaps it’s because we’re… meant to be,” he murmured, his voice a seductive song weaving its way into her clouded mind. “No other woman reacts this way to my touch. It’s special, wouldn’t you agree?”

Jiu Lan’s heart pounded against her ribs. Could this be true? Could there be a reason for this agonizing pleasure?

He leaned in again, his lips brushing her ear. “Let go of your restraint, Palace Mistress,” he whispered, his voice a seductive caress. “Embrace your desires. You deserve this, a taste of life before duty consumed you. Let me show you what it means to be a woman…”

His words, honeyed with false promises, strummed a long-dormant chord within her. The woman she was before cultivation, the woman who yearned for love and connection – could she allow herself a chance, a possibility, even if it was with a dangerous man like him?

The battle within her raged – reason screaming against the insidious whisper of temptation. But the longer she held him off, the stronger the pleasure grew, fueled by his touch, a perverse mockery of her vulnerability.

As his hand brushed against her thigh, a silent tear rolled down her cheek, a single drop of defiance lost in a sea of conflicting emotions.

Wang Li’s hand continued its tantalizing journey along Jiu Lan’s thigh, his touch feather-light yet electrifying. His lips traced a heated path along her neck, each kiss sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. Palace Mistress Jiu Lan’s breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps, her body betraying her resistance with every quiver and moan.

“You’re so tense, Palace Mistress,” Wang Li murmured against her skin, his voice a velvet purr. “Relax. Let me take care of you.”

Jiu Lan’s eyes fluttered shut as she fought to maintain her composure. Her mind screamed at her to push him away, to regain control, but her body had already succumbed to his intoxicating touch. Each caress, each kiss, ignited a fire within her that she hadn’t felt in years. She was torn between the overwhelming desire to submit and the desperate need to hold onto her dignity.

Wang Li’s lips traveled lower, brushing against the delicate curve of her collarbone. His hand slid higher, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Jiu Lan’s back arched involuntarily, a soft whimper escaping her lips. The sound only spurred Wang Li on, his touch becoming bolder, more insistent.

“See how your body responds to me?” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “It’s natural, Palace Mistress. There’s no shame in enjoying this.”

Jiu Lan bit her lip, her resolve crumbling with each passing moment. She felt his hand slide beneath the hem of her robe, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and anticipation swirling within her.

“Wang Li, please…” she managed to whisper, her voice a fragile plea.

“Shh,” he soothed, his lips finding the hollow of her throat. “Let me show you how pleasurable this can be.”

His hand moved higher, slipping beneath the fabric of her robe to cup her breast. The contact sent a jolt of pleasure through her, a gasp tearing from her lips. Wang Li’s thumb brushed over her hardened nipple, eliciting a moan that echoed in the quiet tent.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice a seductive whisper. “Let yourself feel it.”

Jiu Lan’s resistance melted away, her body surrendering to the onslaught of sensation. She reached up, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. Wang Li responded with a low growl of satisfaction, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady blend of desire and dominance.

Their kiss deepened, tongues entwining in a dance of passion. Wang Li’s hand continued its exploration, fingers teasing and caressing until Jiu Lan’s moans filled the tent. Her body trembled with need, every touch, every kiss pushing her closer to the edge.

“More,” she whispered against his lips, her voice laced with desperation. “Please, Wang Li.”

A triumphant smile curved his lips as he pulled back, his eyes dark with lust. “As you wish, Palace Mistress.”

With a swift motion, he shed his own robes, revealing the sculpted muscles beneath. Jiu Lan’s breath hitched at the sight, her gaze raking over his body with unabashed desire. Wang Li’s eyes never left hers as he climbed onto the bed, his hands gently parting her legs.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice filled with reverence. “Let me admire this sexy body of yours.”

Jiu Lan’s cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet Wang Li’s words filled her with a strange sense of pride. She watched as he lowered his head, his lips pressing kisses along her inner thigh. Each touch sent shivers of delight through her, her body arching in response.

Wang Li’s mouth found her core, his tongue teasing her sensitive flesh. Jiu Lan’s hands fisted in the sheets, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips. The sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of ecstasy that threatened to drown her. She writhed beneath him, her body moving of its own accord as she chased the release she so desperately craved.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue delving deeper, his fingers joining in the assault. Jiu Lan’s cries grew louder, her body trembling with the force of her impending climax. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, Wang Li pulled back, his eyes blazing with desire.

“Not yet,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel you around me when you come.”

He positioned himself between her legs, his hardened length brushing against her entrance. Jiu Lan’s breath caught in her throat, her heart racing with anticipation. She reached up, her hands resting on his shoulders as she met his gaze.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I need you.”

With a groan of satisfaction, Wang Li thrust into her, filling her completely. Jiu Lan’s back arched, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that left her breathless. Wang Li’s movements were slow at first, his thrusts measured and controlled. But as Jiu Lan’s moans grew louder, he quickened his pace, his own desire spiraling out of control.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, a dance of passion that left them both gasping for breath. Jiu Lan’s hands roamed his back, her nails digging into his flesh as she clung to him. Wang Li’s lips found hers once more, their kiss a desperate, hungry clash of tongues and teeth.

“Let go,” he whispered against her lips. “Come for me, Jiu Lan.”

His words were her undoing. With a final, shattering cry, Jiu Lan’s body convulsed around him, waves of pleasure crashing over her. Wang Li followed her into oblivion, his own release tearing through him with a force that left him trembling.

For a moment, they lay entwined, their breaths mingling as they came down from the heights of their passion. Jiu Lan’s body was limp, her mind a hazy blur of satisfaction and exhaustion. Wang Li’s arms tightened around her, a possessive hold that spoke of more than just lust.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice a dark promise. “Always.”

Jiu Lan’s eyes fluttered open, a flicker of fear passing through her. But as she gazed into Wang Li’s eyes, she saw something more than the cold, calculating predator she had feared. There was a glimmer of genuine affection, a warmth that she hadn’t expected.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice filled with a newfound resolve. “I’m yours.”

And in that moment, Jiu Lan knew that her life had changed forever. She had surrendered to the dark allure of Wang Li, and there was no turning back.