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Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

In a world of cultivation, dragons, and other fantastical beings, what happens if a villainous playboy gangster named Wang Jian is reincarnated? Pure chaos! Lin Feng: Wang Jian! How dare you capture my childhood friend and mess around with her?! Su Xian: I-I am with him willingly. Lin Feng: N-No way. You are lying. There is no way you would wear that maid dress otherwise! Wang Jian: It's not just her. Before Lin Feng could understand what he meant, in front of him appeared several women, all dressed in maid outfits. Upon seeing these women, his anger rose dramatically. Many of them were women who used to love him dearly. However, Lin Feng was merely the first protagonist who suffered at Wang Jian's hands. The game had just begun as Wang Jian's wicked desires knew no bounds and he began to target the other protagonists while seducing their women through psychological tricks and forceful methods. ~~ Tags: Male Protagonist, Anti-Hero, Villain, System, Huge Harem, Romance, Action, Adventure, Transmigration, Reincarnation, Imperial Family, Politics, Evil Protagonist, Demons, Unprincipled, Beautiful Female Leads, R18+, Rape, Rape Victims Become Lovers, MILFs, Schemes and Conspiracies, Beasts, Beast Companions, and so on etc. ~~ (A/N: Well, MC returns back to Earth to fulfil a test to become a Godking.) Join my discord through the following link. discord: https://discord.gg/wHXfwGGCV3

Evil_Villain · Oriental
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Ghost Flying Ship

Wang Jian stretched languidly in his silk-lined bed, the morning sun filtering through the ornate windows of his chambers. His gaze swept across the room, landing on the three slumbering figures nestled beside him. A wry smile touched his lips.

 

"Morning, beauties," he drawled, his voice a husky rumble.

 

Cui Lan, the Pavilion Mistress, stirred first, her eyes fluttering open. Shame colored her cheeks as she met his gaze. The memory of last night's passionate encounter was still fresh in her mind, a stark reminder of their new, unwelcome reality.

 

"Good morning, Master Wang," she murmured, her voice devoid of its usual authority.

 

Wang Jian chuckled, a sound both playful and unsettling. "No need for such formalities, Cui Lan. Just call me Jian."