Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 327 Roaming with Isabella

Once Isabella had left, Wang Jian and his group huddled together in their lavishly decorated chamber, discussing their next course of action.

Han Xifeng, her curiosity evident in her voice, was the first to speak. "So, what should we do now?"

Lady Zhuoran, her demeanor calm and composed, responded thoughtfully, "Empress Victoria will undoubtedly take some time to deliberate over our proposal with her ministers. During this interlude, we should focus on winning over her successor, Isabella."

Luo Qiu nodded in agreement. "Indeed, Isabella holds a key position in the empire's future. If we can secure her loyalty, it could prove invaluable."

Yan Niu, her brow furrowing with concentration, chimed in, "I've observed that Isabella seems to have a favorable impression of Wang Jian. However, it might be challenging to win her to open up with him properly while we're all together. My suggestion is that Wang Jian should accompany her alone when she offers him a tour of the palace."

As they discussed their strategy, Wang Jian reclined on the bed, gesturing for his women to join him. They eagerly gathered around him, nestling into his embrace, their eyes alight with a mixture of adoration and desire.

Wang Jian, the wickedly charming Emperor of the Everlasting Mystic Empire, wore a sly grin that hinted at the mischief brewing in his thoughts. His arms enveloped the four enchanting women who lay beside him, their exquisite beauty a testament to his impeccable taste.

"Hmm, my beauties," he purred, his voice rich and dripping with sensual promise. "I think it's time we indulge in a little evening delight."

Han Xifeng, her dark tresses cascading like silk, gazed at Wang Jian with smoldering eyes. "Oh, my Emperor," she murmured, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest, "what do you have in mind?"

Wang Jian's grin widened as he met her heated gaze. "We shall begin with a soothing bath," he purred, his fingers tracing the contours of her face. "But not just any bath. You shall pamper and wash me, my dearest. Caress every inch of my body with your tender hands."

Lady Zhuoran, her eyes gleaming with a potent mix of desire and mischief, leaned in closer. "That does sound delightful, Wang Jian," she purred, her lips brushing his ear, "but what happens after the bath?"

Wang Jian's lips met hers in a passionate kiss, igniting a fiery passion between them. "After the bath," he whispered, his voice husky with desire, "you all will use your specialties to pleasure me."

Han Xifeng, her gaze a sultry promise, murmured, "You're such a licentious fellow, my Emperor."

Wang Jian's hands roamed sensuously over the curves of his women as he chuckled darkly. "Ah, but you love me for it, do you not?" he teased, his eyes dancing with wicked delight.

Yan Niu, her eyes heavy-lidded with longing, nodded fervently. "We adore you, Wang Jian. You are our everything."

As the room filled with a symphony of passion and desire, Wang Jian and his women embraced the sensual journey that awaited them.

After a few hours of relaxation and intimate pleasures, the time had come for Wang Jian and Isabella to embark on their tour of the opulent Verzen Empire's Royal Palace. A soft knock echoed through the chambers, and Wang Jian, clad in resplendent attire, answered the door to the awaiting maid.

With a confident air, Wang Jian exited the chambers to rendezvous with Isabella, the successor to Empress Victoria, who was entrusted with the task of providing their guest with a tour of the palace. Wang Jian's striking presence alone was enough to draw Isabella's attention as she expressed her surprise at not seeing his entourage.

"Where are your women, Emperor Wang?" Isabella inquired, her curiosity evident in her bright eyes.

Wang Jian's lips curled into a sly smirk as he explained, "They are still recuperating from their fatigue, my dear Isabella. However, my curiosity about your palace is insatiable, so I thought I'd seize this opportunity for a personal tour."

Isabella contemplated for a moment, contemplating the shift in plans due to his persistence. "It's not a problem, Emperor Wang," she offered, "we can reschedule the tour for another day when they have regained their strength."

The Emperor's determination shone through as he firmly declined her suggestion. "No," he insisted, "I wish to explore the palace today, with or without my companions. Your guidance would be most appreciated."

Given Wang Jian's unwavering resolve, Isabella had little choice but to accede to his request, albeit with a subtle hint of hesitation. "Very well," she conceded, "let's begin our tour in the Peacock Hall, home to the most exquisite art and sculptures in our palace."

As Isabella led the way, Wang Jian followed closely behind, his eyes betraying a fixation on her voluptuous figure, particularly the alluring sway of her shapely buttocks. His hands twitched with anticipation, battling the urge to reach out and caress those tempting curves that danced seductively before him.

The journey through the grandeur of the palace continued as Wang Jian and Isabella ventured from one splendid location to the next.

The Peacock Hall, adorned with magnificent artworks and sculptures, was their initial stop.

Wang Jian examined the masterpieces on display with a discerning eye, his appreciation only reaching a mild level.

From there, they moved seamlessly to the Mirror Hall, then the Sunset Point, and on to the Lake View, City View, and beyond.

At each site, Isabella eagerly recounted its significance, sharing its history and the reasons behind its creation.

She spoke with enthusiasm, her voice tinged with delight as she believed Wang Jian to be genuinely interested in the rich heritage of her empire.

In truth, Wang Jian's focus wasn't on the history or the artistic wonders before him; it was solely on securing Isabella's favor.

He listened attentively, nodding at all the right moments, fostering a sense of connection and camaraderie with his gracious host.

Soon, they left the palace and began to explore the places in the nearby private forest of the palace. Wang Jian then suggested to check out the lake that he had seen from the palace.

His suggestion to explore the lakeside was met with no resistance, and as he gently tugged Isabella toward the shimmering waters, her heart raced with anticipation.

Isabella found herself caught up in the moment, the mere touch of Wang Jian's hand igniting a fervor of excitement within her.

As they strolled along the lakeside, Isabella occasionally glanced at Wang Jian, her heart pounding with anticipation. She was acutely aware of his presence, the warmth of his hand against hers sending shivers down her spine.

Wang Jian decided it was time to make his move. He turned toward Isabella, his eyes locking onto hers. "Isabella," he began softly, "I must admit that this tour has been more enchanting because of your company. Your knowledge and passion for your empire's history are truly impressive."

Isabella blushed at the compliment, her green eyes meeting Wang Jian's gaze. "Thank you, Emperor Wang," she replied, her voice tinged with genuine gratitude. "I'm honored to share this with you."

As the air between them grew heavier with unspoken desires, Wang Jian decided to execute his daring move. Pretending to stumble, he swayed forward, as though on the verge of falling. But in a swift motion, he reached out and grabbed Isabella's arms, pulling her into the cool embrace of the lake's crystal-clear waters.

The unexpected plunge left them both drenched, their clothes clinging to their bodies, revealing the contours of Isabella's voluptuous form. The cold water sent a shock through their systems, but the sensation was electrifying, heightening their awareness of each other.

Amidst the cool waters of the lake, with their clothes clinging to their bodies and a charged atmosphere enveloping them, Wang Jian couldn't help but let a sly smile play on his lips. "Isabella," he began, his voice dripping with playful mischief, "I must confess that this little fall was all part of a ruse to bring you closer to me."

Isabella's eyes flashed with a mixture of surprise and anger as she pulled away slightly, the water droplets glistening on her flushed skin. "You... you planned this?" she stammered, her tone tinged with annoyance. She hadn't expected such an audacious move from the esteemed Emperor.

Wang Jian's response was sly, his eyes dancing with a wicked glint. "Oh, my dear Isabella, you mustn't be upset," he said, his voice a sultry whisper. "You see, if you had wished to avoid the fall, you could have easily utilized your qi to stay afloat. But instead, you allowed yourself to be pulled into the water, didn't you?"

Isabella was left momentarily speechless, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She hadn't expected Wang Jian to see through her internal turmoil, and his words had struck a chord. Her heart raced, and her body tingled with both irritation and something else she couldn't quite name.

In the midst of this awkward moment, Wang Jian's hands, once modestly placed on her arms, began to move with a newfound boldness. His fingers trailed down her drenched attire, caressing her curves, and his palms brushed against the contours of her buttocks and the soft fullness of her breasts.

Isabella's breath hitched as she found herself caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, her anger warring with an undeniable attraction she hadn't anticipated.