Harem Developing Villain

Chapter 258 Raping The Wife Of A Farmer

Wang Li stirred, his body aching as he shifted against the cold, jagged rocks that had served as his makeshift shelter. It had been hours since he had collapsed here, barely managing to drag himself into the underbrush after his fight with Lin Yun. The searing pain in his meridians hadn't dulled, though he had grown more accustomed to the agony. Each breath felt like a struggle, but he wasn't the type to give up easily.

His mind buzzed, the haze of exhaustion battling his thoughts, but one thing was clear: he couldn't stay here much longer. He needed to find help, shelter, anything that could aid his recovery. He pushed himself to his feet, wincing as his body protested, his muscles sore and tender from the battle. Slowly, he began moving, his pace sluggish as he picked his way through the trees and the uneven forest floor.

After what felt like hours of wandering through the thick wilderness, Wang Li finally spotted a clearing in the distance. His vision blurred at the edges from the exhaustion, but he could make out the shape of a small village nestled between the rolling hills. The sight was a welcome one. With no other option in sight, he trudged toward it, his steps uneven and heavy.

The village was small, nothing like the grand cities or sect compounds Wang Li was used to. It was quiet, the kind of place where the hum of daily life was uninterrupted by the chaos of the outside world. The houses were simple, modest structures made from wood and stone. There was a peacefulness here, an unhurried rhythm of life that was entirely different from the violent world Wang Li had just escaped.

His eyes scanned the area until they landed on a small, weathered hut near the edge of the village. A simple home, but it would do for now. He made his way toward it, his legs threatening to give out with each step. As he approached, he could hear faint voices coming from inside, the laughter of children mixing with the gentle murmur of adults.

Wang Li knocked on the door, his hand heavy as it rapped against the wood. A moment later, the door creaked open, revealing a man standing in the doorway. He was a simple farmer, his clothes rough and worn from years of labor, his hands calloused from working the fields. The man's expression shifted from curiosity to concern as he took in Wang Li's battered appearance.

"Can I help you?" the man asked, his voice cautious yet kind.

Wang Li, struggling to keep his balance, nodded slowly. "I... need shelter," he rasped, his voice hoarse. "I've been injured and... I need a place to rest."

The man's brow furrowed, clearly torn. He glanced over his shoulder into the home, where his family was gathered, before turning back to Wang Li. After a moment of hesitation, the man stepped aside.

"Come in," the farmer said. "You can rest here."

Wang Li stepped inside, his body swaying as he entered the small, cozy space. The warmth of the hearth washed over him, a stark contrast to the cold, biting air outside. Seated at the wooden table were two children—a young boy, perhaps no older than seven, and a little girl who couldn't have been more than five. Both of them stared at Wang Li with wide, curious eyes.

But it wasn't the children who captured Wang Li's attention. Standing by the stove, tending to a pot, was the farmer's wife. She was a voluptuous woman, her body full and curvaceous, her middle-aged figure still striking in its beauty. Her clothes clung to her in all the right places, and though she was clearly a housewife, there was an undeniable allure to her.

The woman's eyes widened, and she struggled against him, her fear turning to panic. "No, please... my husband—"

"He's not here," Wang Li interrupted, his voice cold. "And you're going to help me, whether you want to or not."

With a swift motion, he pulled her closer, his physique overpowering her easily. She was no match for him—an ordinary woman against a cultivator, even one as weakened as Wang Li, stood no chance. Her resistance was futile, her struggles growing weaker as he pressed her against the table, his hands roaming her body with a possessive hunger.

"Please... no..." she whispered, tears welling in her eyes as she continued to resist. But Wang Li's grip was unrelenting, his body pressing against hers, his qi flaring as he began to tap into her yin energy.

As he took her, his mind focused on more than just the act itself. He could feel the faint stirrings of her yin energy, though it was weaker than what he needed. Still, it was enough to start the process of healing his damaged meridians. He moved with purpose, his body demanding what it needed to recover, his thoughts consumed with survival.

The woman beneath him sobbed quietly, her body trembling as she endured the ordeal. She was helpless, trapped beneath his weight as he took what he needed from her. Wang Li, lost in the sensation of her warmth and the slow trickle of healing energy, barely registered her cries.

The morning stretched into the afternoon, and Wang Li didn't stop. He continued to draw on her energy, though it was a slow and arduous process. She was no cultivator, and her yin energy was far from potent, but it was enough to provide some relief. By the time the sun began to dip toward the horizon, Wang Li could feel the faint stirrings of recovery in his meridians. The pain had dulled slightly, though it was far from gone.

With one final thrust, Wang Li finished, his body shuddering as he released his seed into her. He made sure to plant it deep within her, knowing that this would spread his bloodline. It was a small victory, a minor achievement, but it pleased him nonetheless.

Panting, he pulled away, leaving the woman trembling on the table, her body marked by his touch. She sobbed quietly, her face buried in her hands, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Wang Li, his strength partially restored, felt the stirrings of qi in his body. It wasn't much, but it was enough. He summoned a communication talisman, focusing his remaining qi into it, though the process was painful. The burning sensation in his meridians flared again, but he pushed through it, knowing that he needed to reach his wives.

The talisman glowed faintly before shooting off into the distance, heading toward the Holy Devil Dragon Sect.

Back at the sect, Xia Qingwu, the daughter of Xia Bingling, sat in quiet contemplation, her thoughts drifting to her husband, Wang Li. She hadn't heard from him in days, and the silence gnawed at her.