Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

669  The Sexy Naked Dance Of Mother-Daughter Duo Of Nature Clan

Qing Fenghua's heart pounded with fear at the deity's anger. She immediately fell to her knees, her forehead touching the cold stone floor. "Please forgive me, great deity," she pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes. "It was a grievous error on my part. I did not intend to defy your will."

But Wang Jian was not ready to forgive so easily. "Your negligence has cost us dearly, Qing Fenghua. From now on, I shall withdraw my guidance. Lead the Nature Clan as you see fit."

A wave of panic washed over Qing Fenghua. Her body trembled as she began to beat her head against the ground, desperate to seek forgiveness. "No, please! Do not abandon us, oh great spirit! I beg of you, forgive my foolishness. We need your divine wisdom to guide us. Without you, we are lost."

Wang Jian watched her, his eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and depraved desire. The sight of the proud leader, now so desperate and submissive, was a delight to behold. Yet, he knew he had to proceed carefully. His conquest of Qing Fenghua required patience and cunning.

"Very well," he whispered telepathically, his voice cold and calculating. "I may consider forgiving you, but only after you have received a suitable punishment."

"Anything," Qing Fenghua replied hastily, her voice filled with desperation. "I will accept any punishment you deem fit, great deity."

Wang Jian's eyes glinted with malicious pleasure. "Your punishment shall be to perform the Dance of Nature. But not alone. You will dance alongside your daughter. This dance will help me recover my divine powers."

Qing Fenghua nodded, relief flooding her heart. "As you command, great spirit. We will perform the Dance of Nature."

"But," Wang Jian interjected, his tone growing more severe, "the dance must be performed completely naked."

Qing Fenghua's face flushed a deep shade of crimson. The thought of dancing naked was both humiliating and scandalous. Yet, she could not defy the deity. "Yes, great deity," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "We will do as you command."

Wang Jian continued, "Rest assured, only I will witness this dance. No other member of the Nature Clan will see it."

This assurance provided Qing Fenghua with a small measure of comfort. Despite the embarrassment, she reasoned that it was a divine mandate. "We shall prepare immediately," she said, her voice steadier now.

In the sanctum of the auction hall, a sudden hush fell over the chamber as Qing Fenghua, the revered leader of the Nature Clan, and her daughter, the princess of the Nature Clan and wife of Dong Zhuo, stepped forward. The mother and daughter were ethereal beauties, their grace and poise a testament to their noble heritage.

Qing Fenghua's long, raven-black hair flowed down her back like a cascade of silk, contrasting sharply with her daughter's golden tresses that shimmered like sunlight. Their eyes, emerald and sapphire respectively, gleamed with an otherworldly light, hinting at their deep connection to nature.

"Begin the Dance of Nature," he commanded telepathically, his voice echoing through their minds.

With a delicate, practiced motion, Qing Fenghua began to strip off her robes. Her daughter followed suit, her hands moving gracefully as she disrobed. The air in the sanctum grew charged with anticipation as their garments pooled at their feet. The women stood bare before Wang Jian, their voluptuous bodies revealed in all their glory.

From his spot in the shadows, Wang Jian's eyes gleamed with a depraved glint. He drank in the sight of their luscious curves, the smooth expanse of their skin, and the generous swell of their breasts. His gaze roamed hungrily over every inch of their bodies, his pulse quickening with anticipation.

Qing Fenghua and her daughter exchanged a silent nod before beginning the Dance of Nature. The air around them seemed to hum with energy as they moved in perfect synchrony, their bare feet gliding over the floor with an effortless grace.

Their arms rose and fell in a fluid motion, fingers splayed as if caressing the very air itself. The gentle sway of their hips was mesmerizing, their movements hypnotic. Their breasts moved in tandem with their bodies, rising and falling with each breath, each step a study in elegance and seduction.

The Dance of Nature was a masterpiece of choreography, each movement imbued with a deeper significance. Qing Fenghua's feet traced intricate patterns on the floor, her toes barely brushing the ground as she twirled and spun. Her daughter's movements mirrored her own, their bodies a perfect reflection of one another.

The sanctum seemed to come alive with the energy of their dance. The elements responded to their call, the air swirling around them in gentle eddies. The flickering light from the floating orbs cast ethereal patterns on their skin, enhancing their otherworldly beauty.

As they danced, their arms moved in graceful arcs, tracing the shapes of leaves and flowers in the air. Their fingers twined together, their movements a seamless blend of strength and delicacy. The subtle roll of their shoulders and the undulating sway of their hips evoked the rhythm of the natural world, each motion a celebration of life and vitality.

The mother and daughter moved as one, their bodies flowing together in a harmonious duet. Qing Fenghua's hands traced delicate lines down her daughter's arms, their fingers entwining briefly before separating to continue their dance. The younger woman's hips swayed seductively, her movements a perfect counterpoint to her mother's more stately grace.

Their feet glided across the floor in intricate patterns, each step a carefully choreographed element of the dance. They moved with the precision of seasoned dancers, their bodies a testament to years of practice and mastery. The gentle curve of their ankles and the subtle flex of their calves added a layer of sensuality to their performance, drawing the eye and holding it captive.

The Dance of Nature was a symphony of motion, each movement a note in a melody that resonated with the very essence of the natural world. Qing Fenghua's arms rose high above her head, her fingers splaying out like the branches of a tree reaching for the sky. Her daughter mirrored her movement, their bodies forming a living tableau of grace and elegance.

The sanctum's air grew thick with the scent of wildflowers and fresh rain, the elements responding to the dancers' call. The gentle breeze that stirred their hair and caressed their skin seemed almost sentient, a tangible manifestation of the energy they were summoning. The light from the floating orbs flickered and danced, casting shifting shadows that played across their bodies.

Wang Jian watched with rapt attention. His eyes followed every movement, every sway of their hips, every rise and fall of their breasts. The dance was a feast for the senses, a heady mix of beauty and sensuality that left him spellbound.

Qing Fenghua's daughter moved with a feline grace, her body undulating like a serpent as she twirled and spun. Her hands traced delicate lines in the air, her fingers weaving patterns that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. Her mother mirrored her movements, their bodies were a perfect reflection of one another.

The sanctum seemed to pulse with the energy of their dance, the very air vibrating with the power they were summoning. The elements responded eagerly, the breeze picking up and swirling around them in a joyful dance. The light from the floating orbs grew brighter, casting a golden glow that bathed the dancers in an ethereal light.

As the dance reached its crescendo, their movements grew more frenetic, their bodies a blur of motion. Their feet moved in a rapid staccato, the sound echoing through the sanctum like the beat of a drum. Their arms rose and fell in a dizzying array of patterns, their fingers splaying out like the petals of a flower in full bloom.

The final movement of the dance was a breathtaking display of athleticism and grace. Qing Fenghua leapt high into the air, her body arcing gracefully before she landed with a soft thud. Her daughter followed suit, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Their final pose was a tableau of beauty and power, their bodies entwined in a perfect reflection of the natural world.

Wang Jian felt a surge of exhilaration as the dance came to a close. The sight of their voluptuous bodies, the sensual sway of their hips, and the hypnotic movement of their breasts had left him breathless. The energy in the room was palpable, the very air thrumming with the power of the Dance of Nature.

Qing Fenghua and her daughter stood before the idol of their great deity, their bodies glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Wang Jian felt a thrill of anticipation as he remained in the shadows while staring at them blatantly.

"You've done well," he said, his voice a low growl. "Your dance was magnificent."

Qing Fenghua inclined her head gracefully. "Thank you, great deity. We are honored to have pleased you."

Her daughter stepped forward and bowed towards the idol, her eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and desire. "Please tell us anytime you wish to enjoy this dance again, great deity."

Wang Jian's lips curved into a predatory smile that the two women couldn't see. "Very well, I will indeed make sure to inform you of my wish to see this dance again in case I want to. You both were truly exquisite." n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The women exchanged a glance before lowering themselves to their knees before their idol. "We live to serve you, great deity," Qing Fenghua said, her voice soft and reverent.

Wang Jian spoke out calmly. "And serve me you shall," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire

He watched them calmly, his mind already planning the next steps.

Qing Fenghua's submission was a victory, but it was only the first. There were many more challenges to face, many more battles to win. But with each passing day, his power grew, and his enemies' grasp on their own domains weakened.

The Nature Clan's loyalty was a crucial piece in his grand design. With their support, he could tip the balance of power in the cosmos. And as for Qing Fenghua, she would soon learn the full extent of his control. For now, he would let her savor this moment of reprieve, knowing that her journey of submission had only just begun.

The night deepened, and the temple returned to its serene silence. Wang Jian, hidden in the shadows, watched as Qing Fenghua and her daughter dressed and quietly left the sanctum.