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Chapter 605 Wang Jian Violates Sect Mistress Ba

Wang Jian, his steps deliberate, strode towards the head seat. He sank onto the throne-like chair, the symbol of the Sect\'s authority now a mockery with him occupying it. Ba Rong\'er, her chin held high despite the churning emotions within, approached a nearby chair, one typically occupied by senior elders.

Just as she was about to sit, a sharp command halted her. "Sect Mistress Ba," drawled Wang Jian, his voice dripping with a false sense of cordiality, "Surely, the esteemed leader of the Star Cloud Sect wouldn\'t sit so far away from her esteemed guest?"

Ba Rong\'er\'s face flushed. She knew this was no invitation, but a veiled threat. Taking a deep breath, she forced a smile that didn\'t reach her eyes.?"Of course, esteemed Master," she stammered, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

"Excellent," purred Wang Jian, gesturing towards his lap. "Then wouldn\'t you feel more… comfortable… sitting here?"

A collective gasp rippled through the room. The elders, their faces contorted in a mix of shock and fury, dared not intervene. The humiliation was palpable, hanging heavy in the air like a suffocating fog.

Ba Rong\'er\'s eyes flickered between the lascivious grin on Wang Jian\'s face and the anguished expressions of her elders. Shame burned within her, but the thought of her captured father, his fate hanging in the balance, kept her resolve.

With a trembling hand, she brushed against the chair she intended to occupy and, with a feigned sense of compliance, moved closer to Wang Jian. The distance between them was agonizingly small, his potent aura enveloping her like a noxious cloud.

As she gingerly lowered herself onto his lap, a wave of disgust washed over her. His hands, cold and clammy, snaked around her waist, the touch sending shivers down her spine.

"Now, this is much better," Wang Jian crooned, his voice a low purr that sent chills down her spine. He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "To celebrate this newfound camaraderie," he continued, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint, "I wouldn\'t mind a little… entertainment."

Ba Rong\'er felt his hand brush against her breast, a deliberate, invasive gesture.?Her body tensed, but she forced herself to remain still.?"Entertainment, esteemed Master?" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

"Indeed," he replied, his voice dripping with a sickening sense of entitlement. "I\'ve heard whispers of the Star Cloud Sect\'s renowned beauties. Perhaps a… sensual dance… to appease your esteemed guest?"

A wave of nausea washed over Ba Rong\'er. The very idea of her loyal elders being forced to perform such a degrading act filled her with rage and despair. But with her father\'s life on the line, she had no choice.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and sent a silent message through the minds of her most trusted disciples and elders, those renowned for their beauty and grace. The message was a bitter pill to swallow, yet loyalty to their Sect Mistress and the sheer terror of Wang Jian\'s power compelled them to obey.

Moments later, a group of young women, their faces a mask of stoicism hiding the turmoil within, entered the hall. They were the most beautiful cultivators of the Star Cloud Sect, their elegant attire contrasting starkly with the dark atmosphere of the conquered hall.

Ba Rong\'er felt Wang Jian\'s grip tighten around her waist as his eyes roamed over the newly arrived women.?A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips. The women, under the weight of his gaze, began to move, their movements initially graceful and flowing.

But as the dance progressed, the music subtly changed, adopting a more suggestive rhythm.?Wang Jian\'s hand on Ba Rong\'er\'s waist became more insistent, his touch bordering on lewd. He leaned in further, his voice a low growl in her ear, whispering lewd suggestions that sent a tremor of disgust through her.

The women, their faces impassive masks, danced with increasing sensuality, their movements becoming overtly provocative.

The hall became a grotesque parody of a celebration. Ba Rong\'er, trapped in Wang Jian\'s predatory grip, felt a growing sense of rage simmering beneath the surface of her feigned compliance. The forced sensuality of the dance only intensified the humiliation that choked her.

Suddenly, Wang Jian slammed his fist on the armrest of the throne. "Enough of this spectacle!" he roared, his voice echoing with cruel amusement. "Get rid of the old fools!"

A flicker of fear crossed the faces of the male elders. One, a wizened old man with a long, white beard, dared to speak. "But… esteemed Master," he stammered, his voice trembling, "we are the elders of the Star Cloud Sect! We demand…"

His words were cut short by a withering glare from Wang Jian. A sinister smile played on the Pavilion Mistress\' lips as she materialized beside him, a chilling aura radiating from her form.

"Dismissed!" Wang Jian declared, his voice leaving no room for argument. The remaining Heavenly Jade Pavilion cultivators stepped forward, their movements swift and menacing. With a forceful nudge, they escorted the bewildered and protesting elders out of the hall. The heavy oak doors slammed shut behind them, plunging the hall into a tense silence broken only by the strains of the music.

Wang Jian\'s gaze turned back to the dancing women, a predatory glint returning to his eyes. "Now," he purred, his voice dripping with a sickening sense of entitlement, "let\'s see what\'s truly beneath those layers of silk."

The women exchanged a silent glance, their eyes conveying a shared defiance. With trembling hands, they began to shed their outer garments, revealing shimmering undergarments that barely concealed their elegant forms. The dance took on a new level of sensuality, their movements fluid and provocative, yet tinged with a subtle rebellion.

Ba Rong\'er felt a surge of conflicting emotions. Part of her recoiled at the blatant degradation, yet another part admired the courage and silent resistance displayed by her disciples and elders.

Wang Jian, however, seemed to be reveling in the display. His grip on Ba Rong\'er tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh. His gaze roved across the women, his eyes filled with a predatory hunger.

"Closer," he growled, his voice thick with desire. The women hesitated, their defiance momentarily faltering under the weight of his oppressive aura.

Suddenly, Wang Jian rose from his throne, discarding his own outer robe in a swift motion. His eyes, burning with a malevolent fire, fixated on Ba Rong\'er.

"This entertainment ends now," he declared, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Let the real pleasure begin."

Ba Rong\'er\'s heart hammered against her ribs. Her mind raced for a way out, a desperate hope clinging to the possibility of some unforeseen intervention. But she knew better. They were at the mercy of this sadistic cultivator, their lives and freedom hanging by a thread.

Wang Jian, a predator unleashed, wasted no time. With a brutal efficiency, he tore at Ba Rong\'er\'s torn dress, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Her initial scream was met with a chilling silence from the captive women, their eyes reflecting a storm of emotions – fear, defiance, and a flicker of something more sinister.

He ravaged Ba Rong\'er\'s body with a callous disregard for her pain or pleasure. It was a brutal act of dominance, aimed at breaking her spirit as much as her body. But Ba Rong\'er, fueled by a desperate hope for a future where vengeance would be served, refused to give in. She clung to the memory of her father, the symbol of the Star Cloud Sect\'s resilience, and endured the assault.

Meanwhile, the dance floor became a nightmarish scene. Wang Jian, his insatiable hunger growing with each conquest, moved from woman to woman, a dark wind of violation sweeping across the hall. Each beautiful elder, each young disciple, was forced to submit to his depraved desires.

Their initial resistance, the silent pleas in their eyes, slowly gave way to something more unsettling. As the night wore on, and Wang Jian\'s brutal dominance became a relentless rhythm, a horrifying shift took place.

The women, stripped of their dignity and overwhelmed by the relentless assault, began to find a twisted solace in the physical release. They fell prey to a dark euphoria, a warped sense of power that arose from surrendering completely.

Ba Rong\'er, watching this horrifying transformation unfold, felt a shard of ice pierce her heart. The defiant glint in the women\'s eyes, the silent war cry of their dance, had been replaced by a vacant emptiness. They were mere shells, their spirits broken, their bodies mere instruments of pleasure.