Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 707: Wang Jian Manages To Conquer Bella



The aftermath of the terrorist attack left the entire campus in a state of shock. For days, students and faculty alike could barely talk about anything else, the incident spreading like wildfire across news outlets. Wang Jian's name became synonymous with heroism, his face featured on every campus newsletter, and his bravery hailed by all.

But what was more important than the public praise was the change in Bella. Gone was the reserved, elusive woman who had kept her distance. Ever since that fateful day, Bella had started seeking out Wang Jian at every opportunity. It wasn't overt at first; she would appear beside him during breaks, ask him to join her for coffee between classes, or even suggest a walk around the campus gardens after hours. They never spoke about the attack. Somehow, it had become an unspoken rule between them, almost as if addressing it would break the spell that had been cast over their relationship.

Wang Jian enjoyed these moments immensely. Every time Bella called him or invited him out, he felt a smug sense of satisfaction. His plan had worked better than he could have ever imagined, and now Bella was practically throwing herself into his arms.

One afternoon, as they sat in a quiet café near the college, Bella sipped her coffee slowly, her eyes lingering on Wang Jian longer than usual. "Do you think I'm being too needy?" she asked with a shy smile, her cheeks lightly flushed. "I've just been...feeling like I want to be around you more."

Wang Jian smiled back, leaning slightly closer across the small table. "Needy? Not at all," he said smoothly. "I enjoy spending time with you, Bella. You don't have to apologize for that."

Bella's smile grew a little wider, and her fingers absentmindedly traced the edge of her cup. "I'm glad," she whispered, her voice soft and almost vulnerable. "It's strange, isn't it? After everything...I just feel safe with you."

That was precisely what Wang Jian wanted to hear. It was the very reaction he had been carefully orchestrating all along. He reached out and placed his hand on hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You can always rely on me," he said, his voice filled with false warmth. "Whenever you need me, I'll be there."

As time went on, these little moments became a regular occurrence. Bella would find excuses to be near Wang Jian, often lingering after their classes to talk or slipping out of social engagements with friends just to spend more time with him. Wang Jian noticed her watching him more intently than before, her eyes soft with admiration, and each time he touched her, she would blush but never pull away. In fact, she had started to seem more comfortable with his touch, and it was this tacit permission that emboldened Wang Jian further.

One evening, after a late lecture, Bella asked Wang Jian to walk her home. It was a crisp evening, the college quiet as most students had already left for the day. As they strolled together under the pale glow of streetlights, Bella talked about her day, her voice soft and content. Wang Jian, however, was focused on something else entirely. They had walked into a more secluded part of the path, away from the main road and into a tree-lined section that was nearly deserted.

As they walked, Wang Jian allowed his hand to slip around Bella's waist, pulling her just a little closer. Bella stiffened slightly at first, but then she relaxed into his hold. Encouraged, Wang Jian's hand traveled lower, skimming across her hip before settling on her firm buttocks. He squeezed gently, testing the waters. Bella blushed, her breath hitching, but she didn't pull away or object. Instead, she continued talking, her voice slightly strained but carrying on as if nothing had happened.

Wang Jian smirked inwardly. This was exactly what he had been waiting for. With each passing day, Bella seemed more and more comfortable with his bold advances, even if she never openly acknowledged them. She would blush, look away, and pretend nothing had happened, but Wang Jian could tell she was growing accustomed to his touch.

The next time they were alone together, Wang Jian became even bolder.

They had met in one of the quiet study rooms on campus under the pretense of working on an assignment together, but the moment they were behind closed doors, Wang Jian's hand found Bella's waist again.

This time, he didn't stop at just a casual squeeze. His hand moved up her side, brushing against the curve of her large breasts.

Bella's face flushed deeply, but she didn't move away. Her breath quickened, and she bit her lip, her eyes flicking toward Wang Jian for a brief moment before she looked away again, pretending to focus on the work in front of them.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Wang Jian could feel the tension between them, and it thrilled him

He leaned in closer, his hand now fully cupping one of her breasts, his thumb brushing over the soft fabric of her shirt.

Bella gasped softly, her body trembling, but she remained still, her hands gripping the edges of her notebook tightly. She was letting him do this-allowing him to touch her in ways that she never would have allowed before the attack.

Wang Jian could feel the power shifting even more in his favor. Every time he touched her, Bella seemed to grow more accustomed to it, almost as if she was beginning to crave it. And with each touch, Wang Jian knew he was bringing her closer to the point of no return. He was seducing her completely, breaking down her walls until there would be no resistance left.

One evening, after they had finished having dinner at a small restaurant near the college, Bella asked if Wang Jian would walk her back to her apartment. She seemed nervous, her hands fidgeting as she spoke, but there was an unmistakable desire in her eyes.

When they arrived at her apartment, Bella hesitated at the door. "Would you like to come in for a bit?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wang Jian didn't hesitate. He followed her inside, closing the door behind him. As soon as they were alone, the atmosphere changed. Bella turned to face him, her eyes wide with anticipation, her lips slightly parted. Wang Jian could see the uncertainty in her expression, but he also saw the yearning. She wanted him, even if she didn't fully realize it yet.

Wang Jian stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek gently. "Bella," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "You don't have to be afraid."

Bella's breath hitched as she looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm not afraid," she whispered back, though her voice wavered slightly.

Wang Jian leaned in slowly, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss. Bella didn't pull away. Instead, she melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back. The kiss deepened quickly, and Wang Jian's hands roamed her body freely now, caressing her curves with a possessive hunger.

Bella responded eagerly, her body pressing against his as if she couldn't get close enough.

The soft glow of the dimmed lights cast a warm hue across Bella's living room as she nestled into Wang Jian's arms.

Her body clung to him as if he were the only thing anchoring her in reality. She had never felt anything so consuming, so utterly overwhelming. Wang Jian's touch was like fire on her skin, igniting a desire she hadn't known existed within her.

Wang Jian could feel the rise and fall of Bella's breath against his chest. The vulnerability in her eyes was something he relished. He had always seen her as strong, distant, but now, lying in his arms, she was soft, malleable, completely his.

As his hand stroked through her hair, he whispered, "You're so beautiful, Bella. I could stay like this forever, just holding you." His voice was smooth, tender, perfectly calculated to deepen the trust she had already placed in him.

Bella sighed softly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "I never imagined it would be like this," she murmured, her voice laced with a mixture of wonder and confusion. "I never thought I could feel this way about someone."

Wang Jian tilted her chin up, forcing her to look into his eyes. "You don't have to think, Bella. Just feel. Let me take care of you."

A shiver ran down her spine as she nodded, her lips parting slightly. "I... I want you, Wang Jian. I don't want to hold back anymore."

He smiled, a satisfied glint in his eyes. "Then don't."

With those words, he leaned in and captured her lips in a deep, searing kiss. Bella responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed her body against his, desperate to feel his warmth again.

The kiss was slow, deliberate, with Wang Jian taking his time to explore her mouth, savoring the taste of her surrender.