NTR Villain: All the Heroines Belong to Me!
Chapter 97: The Prince’s Brilliantly Stupid Plan

Chapter 97: The Prince’s Brilliantly Stupid Plan

In the highest tower of Ocean City’s inner palace, the Prince—Lan Yinyin’s older brother, Lan Wuheng—was pacing furiously.

"A peasant," he muttered under his breath, his velvet shoes thudding with each step. "A sect rat... with smug eyes and not a single bow of respect... dares to steal my sister’s attention?"

He threw a priceless teacup against the wall.

Shards scattered like his dignity.

"Unforgivable!"

One of his personal guards, trembling like a leaf, finally asked, "My prince, what would you like to do?"

Wuheng spun dramatically, silken robes swishing.

"We will form... an Alliance."

"Alliance, Your Highness?"

"Yes. The Anti-Hei Long Alliance."

The guard blinked.

"...Like... other young masters that hate him?"

"Exactly! I’ve already made a list! Look!"

He pulled out a scroll with great flair. It read:

Enemies of Hei Long

Lin Fan (tragic loser)

A young master from the Flower Pavilion whose fiancée swooned for Hei Long during the beast-taming segment

Sect Master’s illegitimate son (Hei Long stole his family heirloom by "accident")

The guy whose dad Hei Long beat up with words

That one auctioneer Hei Long made cry

That one guy who lost to Hei Long in rock-paper-scissors and cried for two days

Zhao Chun (Fatty)... oh wait, he likes Hei Long. Remove him.

Literally every simp who ever tried to flirt with Bai Luoluo or Sheng Moxian

"Gather them," Prince Wuheng ordered, eyes blazing. "Tell them I offer alliance, glory, and... revenge!"

Meanwhile... at a sad tavern table...

Lin Fan was eating cold porridge alone, still recovering from his "mission" declaration disaster. His cheeks still red from public humiliation.

Suddenly, a cloaked man sat down across from him.

"You Lin Fan?"

"...Yeah? Who’s asking?"

"Prince Wuheng invites you to a secret council. Of great minds. Elite cultivators. Warriors of worth."

"Me?! Really?!"

"He says your hatred for Hei Long is pure and burns like his own."

Lin Fan stood up so fast he hit his knee on the table.

"FINALLY!" he shouted. "I KNEW someone would recognize my potential!"

Secret Meeting of the Anti-Hei Long Alliance

Location: Basement of an overpriced teahouseLighting: Suspiciously dramaticNumber of attendees: 6Vibe: Angry. Unhinged. Smells like old incense.

Lin Fan looked around in awe. A group of equally delusional young men glaring at a drawing of Hei Long on a wall. (Someone had drawn devil horns on it.)

Prince Wuheng stood at the front.

"Brothers. Hei Long has wronged us all. Stolen our glory. Our women. Our fate!"

All of them roared in unison.

Except Lin Fan, who was busy drawing abs on the devil Hei Long portrait.

"What is our goal?" Wuheng asked.

"To destroy Hei Long!" they shouted.

"To humiliate him!"

"To take back what is ours!"

"To make him bow!" Lin Fan added.

"And maybe..." one guy muttered, "...steal his skincare routine."

They all turned and stared.

"...What? His skin GLOWS, man."

. . .

Hei Long sneezed.

"Huh... must be some insects talking about me again."

Lan Yinyin, Mu Qianxue, Sheng Moxian, Bai Luoluo, and the Sect Leader were all in the room pretending they didn’t want to be there.

"Shut up and go back to sleep," Sheng Moxian said, cuddling closer.

Hei Long smiled.

"I feel like the world’s about to give me a comedy show..."

In the candlelit basement beneath the overpriced teahouse, the members of the Anti-Hei Long Alliance sat in a loose circle, all buzzing with nervous, delusional excitement.

At the head stood Prince Wuheng, arms crossed behind his back, a silk cape fluttering unnecessarily even though there was no wind. His chin was tilted slightly upward, his entire body radiating the smugness of a man with no plan and too much ego.

"Brothers," he said dramatically, "the time has come... to enact our first strike."

Lin Fan sat on the edge of his seat, eyes wide, practically vibrating with excitement.

"Ooooh, are we finally attacking him directly? Poison? Secret assassination? A duel with traps?!"

The prince raised a single hand.

"No."

The room fell silent.

"We strike... where it hurts most."

He turned, and with a snap of his fingers, unveiled a massive scroll map pinned to the wall.

At the top of it were the words:

OPERATION PETTY THUNDERSTRIKE

Beneath it... was a list.

OBJECTIVE:

Ruin Hei Long’s reputation, popularity, and cool factor."If we can’t beat him in cultivation... we destroy his image." – Prince Wuheng

PHASE ONE: Ruin His Aura

"Everyone thinks he’s mysterious. Untouchable. Smooth. We must sabotage that."

Swap his robes with cheap knock-offs.– "We’ll sneak into his room at night and replace his expensive silk robes with itchy knockoffs from the outer sect thrift shop."

Release false rumors.– "We spread gossip that Hei Long sleeps with a teddy bear... named ’Baby Thunder.’"

Fake Love Letters.– "We plant letters in public areas—written as if from Hei Long—confessing to men, women, and beasts alike."

Lin Fan blinked.

"Wait, beasts?"

"We need options. Chaos. Confusion. Questions," Wuheng said.

PHASE TWO: The Talent Disgrace

"During the next tournament round, we make sure Hei Long slips on a banana peel before his match."

"That... seems oddly specific," one guy muttered.

"Trust me," Wuheng said darkly. "Bananas are humiliating."

PHASE THREE: Seduction Counter-Offensive

"We seduce his women."

The room went quiet.

One dude coughed. Another choked on his tea.

Lin Fan raised a shaky hand.

"Sir... Have you seen his women?"

Wuheng slammed the table.

"I have! And we will win them over with our... charm. Poetry. Gentlemanliness. Gift baskets. Whatever it takes!"

"We don’t have money," one whispered.

"Shut up! Use your heart!"

Lin Fan’s Secret Plan:

Meanwhile, Lin Fan, who had finally been given a role (Self-Appointed Vice Commander of Anti-Flirt Operations), began drawing up his own counter-seduction plan.

"Maybe if I write Bai Luoluo a poem... and do pushups in front of her window..."

He began muttering:

"Roses are red...Cultivation is long...My qi is hard...Can I be your Dong—"

"NO." said the old man in his head, nearly blowing Lin Fan’s eardrums.

"You’re making us both lose face. Again."

Meanwhile, With Hei Long...

Hei Long sneezed again. For real this time.

"Someone’s being petty. I can feel it."

Bai Luoluo looked up from her weapons work, frowning.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. I think the clown prince is planning something again."

Sheng Moxian flopped onto his shoulder from behind the couch.

"Just let him. It’s fun watching him embarrass himself."

"...Wanna bet what he tries next?"

"Ten spirit stones says he tries to steal your shampoo."

Later That Day...

A man dressed in black tried to sneak into Hei Long’s residence.

He was found stuck upside down in a potted plant.

Next to him? A badly forged love letter addressed to Sect Master’s pet goose... signed: Hei Long.

The goose was traumatized.