Evil_Villain

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.

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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.

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(A/N: Well, MC returns back to Earth to fulfil a test to become a Godking.)

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Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

The first light of dawn, soft and pearlescent, crept through the silken curtains of the secluded garden pavilion. It painted delicate stripes across the rumpled divan, illuminating the two figures entwined there.

Wang Jian stirred first. His eyes, usually sharp and assessing, were momentarily softened by the vestiges of sleep. He felt the warmth of Princess Yue Lingshan pressed against him, her dark hair splayed across his chest, her breathing even and deep. Her naked skin was smooth, fragrant, a delightful contrast to the rougher textures of his own mortal form.

'Well now,' he thought, a lazy, satisfied smirk touching his lips. 'That was… surprisingly pleasant. For mortal indulgence, anyway.' He mentally replayed flashes of the previous night – her initial shyness, the way her eyes had widened at his touch, the soft moans that had escaped her lips, the eventual, uninhibited passion. 'She has potential. Definitely receptive.'

A Mortal's Ascent, A Princess's Heart