Manipulative Harem God



Wang Xiaoying panicked, her attempts to push him away and escape proving futile, her desperation palpable.

Outside the dressing room, the group had reconvened.

Everyone had returned except for Mo Yuxin and Song Shoushan, engrossed in their examination of the clothes.

Mo Chen had finally mustered the courage to step inside, feeling the awkward atmosphere.

He positioned himself near Xie Meirong, Xiong Mei, and the female attendant, waiting with bated breath for Wang Xiaoying to emerge.

Little did he know that those who wait for flowers to bloom forever often find their own blossoms plucked away by strangers in the garden of life.

"Huh?!" 

Mo Chen suddenly heard the startled yelp of Wang Xiaoying and raised his brows in surprise, looking at the others. "Did you guys also hear it?"

Xiong Mei and the female attendant exchanged surprised glances as they both looked at the trial room in astonishment.

Mo Chen nodded in confirmation and started to step forward.

However, Xie Meirong grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. 

With a polite smile, she inquired, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to check on Xiao Ying," Mo Chen responded, attempting to move forward again. But once more, Xie Meirong halted his progress, pulling him back gently but resolutely.

Her smile didn't waver as she questioned him further. "Why the rush to get yourself involved? Do you believe she'd appreciate an audience while changing her dress?"

"..." Mo Chen hesitated, his voice stammering. "B-But that voice?"

Xie Meirong, focused on the trial room, raised an eyebrow. "What voice?" She asked, her gaze unwavering, using her telekinetic abilities to prevent the door from loudly banging amid the chaos within.

Mo Chen glanced back, noticing that after the initial voice, there were no more noises. Gradually, his anxiety began to subside.

Observing his calm demeanor, Xie Meirong couldn't help but stifle an inward laugh. Meanwhile, she discreetly peeked at two faint shadows cast through the gap beneath the door.

Unbeknownst to Mo Chen, if he had entered at that moment, Zhang Wei might have found a way to save himself by sending Wang Xiaoying outside first. But now, Xie Meirong had essentially sealed Zhang Wei's fate, ensuring that when they emerged, everyone would see them.

An intriguing smile graced her face as she glanced at Mo Chen and Xiong Mei, wondering how these two would react to the unfolding drama.

Little did she know, her actions were unwittingly aiding Zhang Wei, who cared little about either of their reactions.

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"If you make noise again, I would tear this away and open the door," Zhang Wei threatened, a wicked glint in his eyes as he locked gazes with Wang Xiaoying.

The girl, who had been offering a thousand types of resistance, immediately ceased all her struggles in an instant. Her eyes widened in fear and realization.

His hands were now gripping her skirt!

The thought raced through her mind: If he rips it apart and opens the door, won't it become a public sensation?

Seeing her becoming tame all of a sudden, Zhang Wei nodded, a smug expression on his face. "Good," he sneered, "you should learn how to behave in front of your future husband. I won't always be this lenient!"

''Eh!?' Wang Xiaoying gasped in utter surprise as Zhang Wei slowly released her mouth. "Future husband...?" she muttered, looking at him with disbelief etched across her face.

Zhang Wei seemed to notice her astonished stare and responded with a mocking tone, "Ask your grandfather, he seems to have already decided upon your marriage."

"What!?"

The shock that coursed through Wang Xiaoying was unparalleled, a wave of disbelief crashing over her.

Somehow, Zhang Wei's feigned seriousness made her briefly consider the truth of his words.

Little did she know how effectively this man could lie, even as he carried the deceptive tag of righteousness. If only she had been aware, she wouldn't have dared to trust him.

In a sudden, unwelcome motion, Zhang Wei moved towards her neck, planting a kiss on it.

She was still in a state of surprise, grappling with the shock of the situation, when he once again assaulted her, grabbing her soft rabbits and squeezing them tightly in his hands.

"W-Wait! You can't do this!" she pleaded.

"I don't care about any marriage—uu!"

Zhang Wei felt overwhelmed by the continuous flow of words from the girl and decided to silence her once more.

With a firm grip, he sealed her mouth shut, squeezing her nipples slightly to make her part her lips. He then swiftly slipped his tongue inside, catching her by surprise.

The taste and fragrance he encountered lingered, leaving Zhang Wei dangerously addicted.

Perhaps it was the thrill of exploiting this vulnerable girl that fueled his desire.

As his hand stealthily slid under her skirt, he expertly kneaded her soft buttocks.

Startled and helpless, Wang Xiaoying's world turned upside down as he continued his violation. A sudden rush of intoxication swept over her, leaving her breathless.

Frantically, she tried to push him away with her trembling hands, unknowingly causing her body to repeatedly collide with the mirror on the wall.

Her face burned furiously with a mix of anger and shame as he mercilessly toyed with her petite tongue, constantly teasing and violating her.

The events unfolded in a blur, moving so swiftly that she didn't even have time to consider shedding tears or fighting back.

Instead, she weakly protested against his advances.

"Haaa... Haaa..."

Finally, she found herself alone, her lips swollen and gasping for air as if deprived of oxygen.

Zhang Wei, seeing her desperate struggle for breath, smiled with a cruel satisfaction. He pressed himself closer, his gaze fixated on the delicate, pink cherry of her breast. With nimble fingers, he flicked and toyed with it, savoring every moment.

Then, without hesitation, he darted out his tongue to tease her tender flesh, relishing in her torment.

"N-No..." Wang Xiaoying whimpered, her feeble attempts to push his head away met with futile resistance. Zhang Wei firmly grasped her breasts, indulging in the velvet-like sensation beneath his touch.

With a wicked hunger, he took her cherry into his mouth, sucking on it slowly, savoring the sweet taste of her vulnerability.

"Mnngh~!" Wang Xiaoying's moan escaped her lips. Startled, she quickly covered her mouth, her eyes locked with Zhang Wei's gaze, pleading for him to stop. Unbeknownst to her, Zhang Wei had developed a disturbing habit of tormenting innocent girls, and her reaction only fueled his twisted tendencies.

"Ahhnn~ stop already..."

Her desperate pleas faded into the air, ignored by Zhang Wei as he persisted, disregarding her unwillingness.

They remained locked in that room for a seemingly eternal twenty minutes, driving the people waiting outside into a restless state.