NTR Villain From Earth And Kill Hero Of Every world

Jīn Bàotiān lies in the lavish bed, his mind racing with possibilities. The princess's kiss still lingers on his forehead, a reminder of the power he holds over her. She is falling for his charms, and soon, she will be just another pawn in his grand scheme.

But Jīn Bàotiān knows he cannot grow complacent. He must continue to play the long game, manipulating each heroine, each princess, until they are all under his control. And he will start with the healer, this kind-hearted woman who believes she can save a broken man.

There is a knock at the door, and the healer enters, her eyes widening at the sight of Jīn Bàotiān's injuries. She is a middle-aged woman, with kind eyes and a gentle smile. Her hair is graying at the temples, and her hands are weathered from years of work.

"Hello, my dear," she says softly, moving to sit beside the bed. "I am Healer Elara, the palace physician. I've been sent to tend to your wounds."

Jīn Bàotiān smiles, playing the role of the grateful patient. "Thank you, Healer Elara. I am in your debt."

The healer begins to examine Jīn Bàotiān's injuries, her fingers probing gently as she assesses the damage. Jīn Bàotiān winces in pain, but he does not pull away. He knows he must endure this discomfort to gain the healer's trust and sympathy.

As the healer works, Jīn Bàotiān engages her in conversation, asking about her life and her work in the palace. The healer is a kind woman, and she readily shares stories of her patients and the challenges she faces in her role.

Jīn Bàotiān listens intently, nodding in commiseration and offering words of encouragement. He plays the part of the concerned friend, the sympathetic ear, and the healer eats it up.

As the healer finishes tending to Jīn Bàotiān's wounds, she sits back, a thoughtful expression on her face. "You are a remarkable man, my dear. To have endured such pain and suffering, and yet still maintain your kindness and compassion... it is truly inspiring."

Jīn Bàotiān smiles, playing the role of the modest hero. "I am merely a survivor, Healer Elara. I have learned to find strength in the face of adversity."

The healer's eyes shine with admiration, and she takes Jīn Bàotiān's hand in hers. "You are so much more than that, my dear. You are a beacon of hope in a world of darkness."

Jīn Bàotiān feels a thrill of power at her touch, knowing that he has her exactly where he wants her. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Perhaps, Healer Elara, you could help me in my quest for justice. Guide me, advise me, and together, we can bring light to this world."

The healer's eyes widen, and she squeezes Jīn Bàotiān's hand. "Of course, my dear. Anything I can do to aid you in your noble cause, I will gladly provide."

Jīn Bàotiān smiles, a wicked glint in his eyes. The healer is his now, another pawn in his grand scheme. And soon, he will add her to his collection of dominated females, bending her to his will and making her beg for his punishment and rewards.

As the healer prepares to leave, Jīn Bàotiān calls out to her, his voice thick with desire. "Healer Elara, wait. I feel a sudden pain in my chest. Perhaps you could examine me again, to ensure that I am healing properly."

The healer turns back, her brow furrowed with concern. She moves to the bed, her hands hovering over Jīn Bàotiān's chest. "Of course, my dear. Let me take a look."

Jīn Bàotiān reaches up, grasping the healer's wrists and pulling her down onto the bed. She gasps in surprise, her eyes widening as she realizes his intent.

But it is too late. Jīn Bàotiān captures her lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. The healer struggles briefly, but Jīn Bàotiān's grip is iron, and she soon melts into the embrace, moaning softly as he plunders her depths.

Jīn Bàotiān's hands roam her body, groping and squeezing her ample breasts through her robes. The healer arches into his touch, her hips grinding against his growing arousal.

"Please, my lord," she whimpers, her voice thick with desire. "Take me. Make me yours."

Jīn Bàotiān smiles, a wicked glint in his eyes. He tears open the healer's robes, exposing her full breasts to his hungry gaze. He latches onto a nipple, sucking and biting as the healer cries out in pleasure.

His hand slides between her legs, finding her dripping with need. He plunges two fingers into her depths, pumping them in and out as the healer writhes beneath him.

"Such a wanton slut," Jīn Bàotiān growls, his thumb circling her clit. "Begging for my cock like a common whore."

The healer moans, her hips bucking into his touch. "Please, my lord. I need you inside me. I want to feel your seed filling me, marking me as yours."

Jīn Bàotiān chuckles darkly, removing his fingers and bringing them to the healer's lips. "Suck," he commands, painting her mouth with her own juices.

The healer obeys without hesitation, swirling her tongue around his digits and cleaning them thoroughly. Jīn Bàotiān watches, his cock throbbing with anticipation as the healer worships his fingers.

When he finally pulls them free, the healer is panting, her eyes glazed with lust. Jīn Bàotiān grins, knowing he has her exactly where he wants her.

He flips the healer onto her stomach, lifting her hips and positioning his cock at her entrance. With one brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, groaning at the tight heat of her passage.

The healer screams, her fingers clawing at the sheets as Jīn Bàotiān begins to pound into her. He sets a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving deeper, harder, as he claims her body for his own.

"Yes, my lord!" the healer cries, her ass bouncing against his hips. "Fuck me! Use me! Make me your slave!"

Jīn Bàotiān growls, his hand coming down in a harsh slap to the healer's ass. He continues his brutal pace, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust.

The healer's moans grow louder, more desperate, as Jīn Bàotiān drives her closer to the edge. He can feel her tightening around him, her body tensing as she teeters on the brink of orgasm.

"Not yet, slut," he snarls, pulling out and flipping her onto her back. He pins her wrists above her head, his cock poised at her entrance. "Beg for it. Beg for my cum."

The healer writhes beneath him, her eyes wild with desperation. "Please, my lord! Fill me with your seed! I want to feel you erupting inside me, marking me as your property!"

Jīn Bàotiān smiles, a wicked gleam in his eyes. He slams his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. The healer screams, her body convulsing as she comes undone around him.

"Take it, you fucking slut!" Jīn Bàotiān roars, his hips pistoning as he chases his own release. "Milk my cock, you whore!"

The healer's moans reach a fever pitch, her nails raking down Jīn Bàotiān's back as she climaxes again and again. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, Jīn Bàotiān erupts, flooding her womb with his hot seed.

They collapse together, a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs, as the aftershocks of their pleasure wash over them. The healer whimpers, her body trembling with the intensity of her orgasms.

Jīn Bàotiān rolls off her, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He watches as the healer struggles to catch her breath, her chest heaving with each ragged gasp.

"Such a good little slut," he purrs, trailing his fingers along her thigh. "So responsive, so eager to please your master."

The healer blushes, her eyes darting away in embarrassment. But Jīn Bàotiān knows she enjoyed every moment of their coupling. He can see it in the way her body trembles, in the flush of her skin.

"Rest now, my pet," he murmurs, tucking her into his side. "You've earned it."

The healer snuggles into his embrace, her head resting on his chest. Within minutes, she is fast asleep, her breathing soft and even.

Jīn Bàotiān gazes down at her, a wicked grin spreading across his face. She may have earned a moment of respite, but he knows this is only the beginning. He will break her, body and mind, until she is nothing more than a puppet dancing to his tune.

And then, with the healer under his control, he will move on to his next target. The princess, perhaps, or one of the other heroines. He will collect them all, one by one, until he has built an army of willing slaves to do his bidding.

The future looks bright indeed for Jīn Bàotiān, the twisted mastermind behind this grand scheme of domination and conquest. And he will stop at nothing to achieve his goals, no matter the cost...