Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 745: Manipulating Charlotte Into Making The First Move



Wang Jian had always been a master at playing the long game. It was how he had built his power, influence, and most of all, his control over people. With both Charlotte and Sarah living in the same space, the dynamics were ripe for manipulation, and Wang Jian knew exactly how to take advantage of it.

His subtle flirtations, constant presence, and strategic moves were already working. Over the past days, both women had grown visibly more comfortable with him. The air was thick with unspoken tension, their stolen glances betraying the thoughts they were trying to suppress.

But the real stroke of genius lay in making Charlotte believe that she had made the first move. It would make it easier for her to rationalize what would happen next and protect Wang Jian's image in her eyes, even as she succumbed to her desires.

It started innocently enough one evening. The three of them were having dinner together in the cozy dining room of the safe house. Charlotte had been quieter than usual, her eyes often drifting toward Wang Jian. Sarah, on the other hand, seemed preoccupied, lost in her own thoughts.

As they finished eating, Wang Jian leaned back in his chair, casually stretching his arms. "I think we've all earned some rest tonight. It's been a long week."

Sarah agreed with a nod, pushing her chair back and excusing herself to her room. "I'm going to call it a night early," she said, her voice tired. "See you both in the morning."

Wang Jian watched her leave, and once the door to her room closed, his eyes slid back to Charlotte. She was still seated at the table, fidgeting slightly. Something was different tonight—she seemed restless, and Wang Jian could sense it.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his tone laced with concern. He leaned forward, locking his gaze with hers.

Charlotte hesitated, her fingers absentmindedly toying with the rim of her wine glass. "I... I don't know," she murmured, almost as if she were speaking more to herself than to him. "It's just... all of this has been so overwhelming. I've never felt this much stress in my life."

Wang Jian smiled sympathetically, but underneath it, his mind was calculating. This was the moment he had been waiting for-the crack in Charlotte's carefully constructed armor. "It's understandable," he said, standing up and moving around the table to sit next to her. "You've been through so much, and you're handling it better than most people would."

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and something else- something more primal. "It's just... sometimes, I feel like I'm losing control," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know how to deal with all of this anymore."

Wang Jian placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, his touch firm but gentle. "You're not alone, Charlotte," he said, his voice soothing. "I'm here for you. You don't have to carry all this weight by yourself."

Charlotte leaned into his touch, her body betraying the turmoil inside her. She was fighting her own emotions, but Wang Jian's words and presence were making it harder for her to hold on to her sense of right and wrong.

"I... I don't know what I would've done without you," she whispered, her gaze drifting toward his lips for a brief second before she quickly looked away, embarrassed.

Wang Jian pretended not to notice the subtle shift in her gaze, but inside, he knew he was getting closer. "You're stronger than you think, Charlotte," he said, his voice low and calming. "But it's okay to let go sometimes. It's okay to just... be."

Those words seemed to hit her hard. For a moment, there was silence between them as she processed everything. The room felt heavier, the tension between them thickening with every second.

And then it happened.

Charlotte leaned in, her lips pressing against his in a sudden, impulsive kiss. For a brief moment, Wang Jian didn't respond, letting her take the lead. He wanted her to believe that she was the one in control here, that this was her decision. But as the kiss deepened, his hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, and Charlotte didn't resist.

The kiss turned from hesitant to heated within seconds, and soon, they were locked in a passionate embrace. Wang Jian could feel Charlotte's body trembling slightly, whether from nerves or desire, he wasn't sure. But it didn't matter. She was crossing the line, and there was no turning back now.

Wang Jian's hands moved over her body, exploring the curves he had admired for so long. Charlotte moaned softly against his lips, her body responding eagerly to his touch. It was as if all the pent-up tension from the past weeks was being released at once, and neither of them could stop it.

Without breaking the kiss, Wang Jian lifted Charlotte into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, her legs wrapping around his waist as she clung to him. When they reached the bed, he laid her down gently, his eyes drinking in the sight of her flushed face and heaving chest.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, giving her one last chance to back out. But he knew she wouldn't. She was too far gone now.

Charlotte nodded breathlessly, her eyes filled with need. "Yes," she whispered. "I... I want this."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

That was all Wang Jian needed to hear.

He wasted no time in shedding his clothes, his muscular body gleaming in the dim light of the room. Charlotte's eyes widened as she took him in, and for a moment, there was a flicker of uncertainty in her gaze. But Wang Jian didn't give her time to think. He climbed on top of her, pinning her beneath him as his hands roamed her voluptuous body.

Charlotte gasped as his hands found her breasts, squeezing them roughly through the fabric of her dress. Her body arched off the bed, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts as Wang Jian's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses in their wake.

He was relentless, his touch both gentle and rough at the same time, driving Charlotte to the edge of sanity. She moaned and writhed beneath him, her hands clutching at the sheets as Wang Jian worked his way down her body, his mouth leaving a searing path of pleasure wherever it went.

When he finally reached her core, Charlotte was already trembling with anticipation. Wang Jian didn't hold back, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to bring her to the brink of ecstasy. Charlotte cried out, her hands gripping his hair as waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathless and shaking.

But Wang Jian wasn't done.

He moved back up her body, positioning himself between her legs as he guided himself into her with one powerful thrust. Charlotte's eyes widened, and she let out a strangled cry as he filled her completely, the intensity of the sensation almost overwhelming.

Wang Jian didn't give her a moment to recover. He began moving, his thrusts hard and fast, driving deeper into her with each one. Charlotte moaned loudly, her hands gripping his shoulders as she clung to him, her body rocking with every thrust.

The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, the bed creaking beneath them as Wang Jian took Charlotte with a roughness she had never experienced before. Her nails dug into his back, leaving marks as she screamed in both pain and pleasure, her body overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

Wang Jian's movements were relentless, his control over her absolute. He could feel Charlotte's body tightening around him, her walls squeezing him as she reached the peak of her pleasure. And when she finally came, it was with a cry so loud it echoed through the room, her body convulsing beneath him as she shattered into a million pieces.

But Wang Jian wasn't done. He continued to thrust into her, drawing out her orgasm until Charlotte was left a quivering, trembling mess beneath him. She gasped for air, her body drenched in sweat as she tried to catch her breath.

When he finally released her, pulling out and collapsing beside her on the bed, Charlotte was

too exhausted to move. She lay there, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to process what had just happened.

Wang Jian turned to her with a satisfied smirk, his hand trailing lazily over her sweat-slicked skin. "You were amazing," he murmured, his voice low and filled with satisfaction.

Charlotte didn't respond, her mind still reeling from the intensity of what had just transpired.

But even in her dazed state, she couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between them—something she couldn't undo.

And Wang Jian knew it too. He had her now, body and soul.