The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

"Hmph! Now that you feel the pain, you come up with these bad ideas! You will be punished too." Black Jeanne d'Arc crossed her arms over her chest, covering the two red cherries. Her breasts were squeezed by her arms, like snow rabbits about to jump, ready to pop out at any time.

Black Jeanne, seemingly unsatisfied, stomped hard on the bag with her left foot, making Wang Chong feel as if his soul was being assaulted. She then rubbed her feet together vigorously, causing Wang Chong to gasp repeatedly.

As if she didn't want to see Wang Chong suffer because of her, or perhaps for some other reason, she crawled directly towards Wang Chong's vitals. Just as Black Jeanne was wondering what she was doing, she pulled her hair back, closed her eyes shyly, and stuck out her tongue, letting the saliva drip down along the tip of her tongue, directly onto Wang Chong's vitals.

"Hey, hey, hey! You, you, you... what are you spitting for?" Black Jeanne d'Arc said, her face filled with shock and disgust. Her feet immediately left her genitals as she retracted her legs. Unfortunately, even though Black Jeanne d'Arc retracted her legs quickly, her feet were still stained with a lot of Jeanne d'Arc's saliva, which drove her a little crazy.

"Well... I saw that Chong-kun was in a little pain, so I used saliva to lubricate him. I usually do this when I do it, otherwise it will make the Master uncomfortable. Don't you know?" Jeanne scratched her head embarrassedly, and then asked.

"Ah... this..." Black Jeanne uttered, "I had no idea using my feet directly would be so unpleasant. I'd never considered lubrication." After all, this was her first time trying it. Even Black Jeanne had a misconception: "Hey, sister, who's the darker version, you or me? How come you, a saintly and innocent lady, are so much more proficient in unlocking these positions than I am?"

"I... of course I know. I just don't want to use your saliva... Yes! I haven't forgiven you yet. The Master has created an opportunity, but not only do you have nothing to say to me, you even act as if it's a matter of course and start snatching food from me." Black Jeanne finally remembered this matter again and said.

"Yes... I'm sorry. Black Jeanne, I really shouldn't have said such harsh words. I didn't consider your feelings. How about you forgive me this time?" Joan of Arc also had a sincere attitude. After seeing this, Black Jeanne of Arc's anger had almost subsided. She just felt that it was too easy to let it go so lightly.

Wang Chong also saw Black Jeanne's mood. After a moment's glance, he smiled and said, "How about I give you a chance to punish Jeanne a little so you can calm down completely?"

"Method? What method?" Black Jeanne was also stunned after hearing this and asked.

A few minutes later……

"Is this...really possible?"

At this moment, Joan of Arc lies prone on the bed, her figure graceful and delicate. Her limbs rest lightly on the soft mattress, her waist slender as a willow, her skin as white as snow. She strains to straighten her back, like a graceful swan. Black Joan of Arc rests on her smooth back, her hips pressed against hers, their graceful curves blending into one another, creating a captivating and moving scene.

The two stunning beauties pressed skin to skin, their bodies connected, their delicate forms entwined, the air thick with a delicate fragrance. Black Jeanne clasped her hands behind her back, resting them on Jeanne's shoulders, her eyes filled with curiosity and nervousness. Two flawless bodies nestled together.

Wang Chong now grasped Black Jeanne's delicate ankles with both hands, his expression shimmering with cunning and fervor. He alternately stood with his feet together, his torso erect, then bent his knees slightly, allowing his massive penis to slide back and forth between the petals of the two beauties. He controlled the rhythm, sometimes gentle as a feather's brush, sometimes fierce as a torrential downpour. The scorching sensation caused Black Jeanne to twist her hips involuntarily, emitting low gasps.

"How about using Joan of Arc as your bed. Press her down and let her endure while bearing your weight and impact. Isn't this the best punishment?" Wang Chong said while winking at Joan of Arc who turned her head to glance at him.

"This feeling... is so shameful... Can't you change to another one?" Joan of Arc also understood Wang Chong's meaning and pleaded.

"...Okay, I agree with this method of punishment, but... are you sure I won't fall down because of her?" Black Jeanne asked with some doubt.

"Oh, Joan of Arc has come to beg for your forgiveness, so she will definitely try her best." Wang Chong said with a smile.

"Okay... let's do it. Woo... I always feel a little nervous, as if I'm going to fall." Black Jeanne d'Arc said involuntarily.

"Hehe, Black Joan of Arc, you have to be careful too. If Joan of Arc doesn't shake and you fall down first, then not only can you not blame Joan of Arc, but you will have to accept her apology unconditionally." Wang Chong said with a smile, as if his evil plan had succeeded.

"Hey! Why did you suddenly change... Ugh!"

Black Jeanne d'Arc wanted to say something, but Wang Chong didn't give her a chance to speak. He saw the giant creature aiming at the position with ease and rushing in. The excitement instantly interrupted Black Jeanne d'Arc's thinking space.

"You're kidding me... If we start this intensely right away... this is going to get weird!"

Faced with Wang Chong's all-out thrusts from the very beginning, Black Jeanne, whose sensitivity had been forced to increase due to the fear of falling, was naturally unable to resist and soon let out indecent moans under the man's in and out.

Normally, Black Jeanne would respond to her lover's admiration and sweet demands with gentleness, never as harshly as she was now. Therefore, even as her heart spun and she let go of her body and soul to indulge in bliss with Wang Chong, she managed to maintain the delicate demeanor of a young girl—at least on the surface.

Everything changed completely. The intense impact forced the proud Black Jeanne to sway her head, using her beautiful body to fully cater to the man's offensive. Her graceful body twisted back and forth, and she was just about to fall off Jeanne's fragrant buttocks. In her opinion, this man was simply returning the favor for what she had done before, trying to make her feel the same as when she was served by him.

What she had never expected was that, despite the rather rough action, the impact and unfamiliar numbness coming from her lower body actually made Joan of Arc feel unable to stop, as if she had truly been brought into paradise, awakening her body's instincts and the purest source of happiness.

At the same time, Joan of Arc could only silently endure the crazy pleasure coming from her back, trying her best to tense her body to prevent the Black Joan of Arc from falling to the ground. However, this very effort aroused the strange and strong desire to conquer the man behind her, and his movements became more and more rapid. In the end, it was the Black Joan of Arc who was suffering the most, being on top of her and accepting the continuous attacks and wanton conquests.

Accompanied by a flurry of passionate words, Joan of Arc, who had been enduring with her eyes closed, finally managed to turn her head. Slowly raising her beautiful, blushing face, she looked at the now enjoying Joan of Arc, who was now indulging in the pleasure. Seeing her unrestrained expression, while the man worked diligently like a tireless old ox, the vibrations transmitted from him also continued to arouse Joan of Arc's long-lonely love. The unbearable heat made her vision gradually become hazy, and she could only feel a warm and moist fluid beginning to gather between her legs.

Not only that, Miss Black Jeanne d'Arc, who looked exactly like herself, had her face flushed, her eyes half-open, her mouth slightly open, and her beautiful eyes were so blurred that it seemed as if water was about to drip out of them, making her look extremely charming.

"Ha, Black Jeanne, I didn't expect that even in your tense state, you actually made me feel more comfortable."

As Wang Chong spoke, he twisted his waist even more vigorously. Such powerful movements naturally overwhelmed Black Jeanne. Her snow-white skin flushed a vibrant red, and her delicate hands restlessly caressed Jeanne's back, revealing a state of ecstasy. However, she knew that her stability at this moment depended entirely on the tightly connected joints and the support of her hands. Any slackness could lead to failure.

But the unending surge of pleasure had already overwhelmed her mind, leaving her with no energy to maintain her balance. Maintaining her current position was already a struggle. Suddenly, Wang Chong thrust the tip of his enormous dragon hard into Black Jeanne's deepest depths, grinding meticulously with each impact. The numbing, tingling, and aching sensation drove Black Jeanne mad. Forced wide apart, her legs suddenly stretched wide, her toes jubilantly spreading in a display of unbridled delight.

"Come on, more intensely... Master, this is truly wonderful..." Before she knew it, Jeanne d'Arc uttered some heart-stirring words, which immediately triggered Wang Chong's wilder movements, pushing him to the peak of sexual intercourse.

"I, I'm...coming! Master, I'm coming again..." Jeanne's voice was practically a roar, her body beginning to convulse. Just as she was about to reach her climax, Wang Chong suddenly withdrew his massive penis, catching her off guard and stopping mid-sentence. The sense of loss and emptiness immediately made her tremble uncontrollably, and her clear fluids gushed out uncontrollably, leaving a mess at the point where they were joined.

However, something even more unexpected happened next—Wang Chong turned to Jeanne beneath him. It turned out that Jeanne could no longer contain herself. Although her eyes were tightly closed, the charm on her pretty face was extremely bright and charming. Even her delicate red lips were slightly parted, as if she was longing for further intimacy.

This alluring posture naturally aroused Wang Chong's deepest desire, so he decisively thrust his spear forward.

"W-Why did you come in so suddenly? Ugh... I can't stop moving my waist!"

The sudden state of arousal ignited Jeanne's long-suppressed desire, causing her to exclaim in surprise. When Wang Chong's fiery gaze fell upon her, Jeanne smiled contentedly, as if having accomplished a mission.

"Hahaha, Joan of Arc, why do you have that expression? You're clearly being punished, but judging by the current situation, who's being punished, Black Joan of Arc or you? I'm afraid it's the same."

Wang Chong spoke with a hint of meaning as he glanced at the area where they were connected and then focused on the piston movement, keeping his position firmly on the giant object.

"No... don't say that! I just... waited... waited too long. But we still have to make sure Black Jeanne doesn't fall... Ouch! My stomach... my stomach is going to be pierced!"

Jeanne looked back at her ever-energized and energetic lover. She could no longer maintain her usual gentle and pure expression. Instead, she looked like she had long since fallen into depravity, her eyes gleaming with love as she continuously twisted her hips to accommodate Wang Chong. She said she wouldn't let Black Jeanne fall, but her actual movements looked as if she was eager for Black Jeanne to roll off.

"Master...why, why not until the end?"

Black Jeanne endured the burning heat, unbearable itchiness and emptiness rising from her body, and said

"Don't worry, my precious Heizhen. I can't treat you two with favoritism. I must treat you both equally," Wang Chong said as he began to conquer her. As the rhythm became more intense, the sound of her thrusts grew louder and louder, echoing throughout the room for a long time.

"Pfft puff..."

The sound of water gushed out, sounding incredibly tempting. Wang Chong was like a thirsty beast, devouring the delicious food, unwilling to let go of every drop of juice. Meanwhile, Joan of Arc was in no better shape. Beads of sweat covered her forehead, and a dazed look lingered in her eyes. Her mouth was slightly open, allowing saliva to flow out, soaking her chin and neck, revealing the graceful curves of her neck, a sensual and alluring beauty.

However, compared to all this, the most eye-catching aspect was the white spring that occasionally emanated from the point where they were connected, emitting a unique fragrance. Clearly, under Wang Chong's cultivation, Jeanne was also extremely happy.

The thick, long battering ram thrust in and out rapidly, each time nearly knocking open the innermost gate and forcing its way into the inner chamber. Wang Chong's skillful technique, his rhythm changing in an unpredictable manner, caused Jeanne's delicate body to tremble wildly, unable to control herself.

"I can't take it anymore... I want it too..." Joan of Arc moaned intermittently, her snow-white buttocks subconsciously responding to the man's impact, and her limbs gradually became sore and weak.

Wang Chong saw she was nearing her limit and intensified his attack. He held onto Jeanne's slender waist and thrust hard. His massive tip repeatedly crushed her delicate vagina, and countless white juices flowed out from the junction, soaking their private parts and thighs.

However, Wang Chong also stopped at the crucial moment, just as he had with Black Jeanne, stuck just as he was about to reach his climax. He then straightened his legs and suddenly thrust into the hot hole of Black Jeanne, who had been watching the show for a long time, looking resentful.

"Ouch!! Master... it's too sudden! Hiss - my head." The excessive stimulation caused Black Jeanne d'Arc to lean back, and her head directly hit Jeanne d'Arc's head, causing both of them to feel pain.

Wang Chong smiled knowingly as he continued to move back and forth within the two stunning beauties. Whenever he was about to reach climax within Black Jeanne, he would suddenly pull out and enter Jeanne's flesh hole below. Then, when Jeanne was about to reach her climax, he would switch back again. This back and forth cycle continued.

The two women were clearly overwhelmed by Wang Chong's tactics. Each time their desire peaked, it wouldn't subside, but instead piled up again and again. Ultimately, Wang Chong's manipulations had completely extinguished their rationality, and they began to go wild.

"Master... My good Master, please don't torture me anymore. I can't bear it anymore." Black Jeanne d'Arc said with a hint of tears in her voice.

"Chongjun... please don't stop, please... Joan of Arc really knows she is wrong. Let me go... please." Joan of Arc also kept begging for mercy and said.

"Oh? You said you did something wrong? What did you do wrong?" Wang Chong slapped Joan of Arc's butt, causing a wave of flesh, and asked.

"Oh! I... I was wrong for not being able to control my emotions. I shouldn't have been too harsh on Black Jeanne..." After being slapped, Jeanne seemed to sober up a little. She also understood what Wang Chong meant and replied.

"What else?" Wang Chong asked in a deep voice.

"No...I don't know." Joan of Arc thought for a while, but couldn't come up with anything, so she could only shake her head.

Wang Chong was not in a hurry. Instead, he looked at Hei Zhen Arc, who was being thrust in and out. He also thrust hard into the deepest part, then paused and said, "What about you? Hei Zhen, don't you have anything you want to say?"

"Ah... uh... wha... what? How does it have anything to do with me? Didn't Joan of Arc admit her mistake?" Black Joan of Arc asked in confusion.

"Really? If that's the case, forget about going today. I have a more powerful set for you to try."

Wang Chong placed Heizhen's legs on his shoulders, keeping his giant thing grinding into the deepest part, then placed his hands two fingers below her belly button and pressed down hard.

"Woo!" Black Jeanne's legs trembled continuously! She felt her body instantly reach the peak, but it was as if something was locking her, preventing her from releasing it. Before, this feeling was only fleeting, but now Black Jeanne was experiencing this feeling for a long time. It was like riding a roller coaster between heaven and hell. Black Jeanne felt like her brain was about to burn out.

"What about now?" Wang Chong asked.

"Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong!! Master... wuwu... don't do this, I can't take it anymore... I... ah!!" Black Jeanne felt that she could not speak clearly, and her eyes began to turn white.

Wang Chong finally released his fingers. The constant, surging sensation sent Black Jeanne's delicate body into uncontrollable spasms. Joan of Arc, beneath Black Jeanne, couldn't help but swallow after hearing the sound.

"You... have all made two big mistakes." After Wang Chong pulled out his giant thing, he walked directly to the faces of Black Jeanne d'Arc and Jeanne d'Arc, squatted down, and stroked their heads.

"The first is that you're all imposing your own ideas on each other, even on those children. But ideas are something that only need to be spread, not imposed. After all, people are different, and they will ultimately make the choices they want. And this is the root cause of your mistakes. Jeanne is wrong, and so are you, Black Jeanne. You're all too radical, understand?"

After listening, the two women nodded and realized what they had done in this matter.

"As for the second thing... you guys are making me very unhappy. Especially you, Heizhen..." Wang Chong shook his head and said, "Actually, I didn't intend to mention this matter from the beginning. I just hope that we can just do what we need to do on this big bed, and that's enough."

"Let this joy completely wash away the worries and unhappiness of the past. Afterward, you can talk about it however you want, and I won't interfere. I hope you can transition naturally. But Hei Zhen, you keep insisting on this matter, forcing me to find ways to interfere, even to the point of causing unpleasant things in a place that should only be filled with joy and happiness."

"Now... do you understand how I feel when I wanted to have fun with you, but because I had to resolve the conflict between you two, I couldn't fully devote myself to it, and I kept feeling stuck like this?"

After Wang Chong finished speaking, he returned to the location of the two people's flower holes, aimed his giant thing at them again, and said, "So... what are your answers now?"

"I'm sorry, Master (Oki-kun)." Black Jeanne d'Arc and Jeanne d'Arc both lowered their heads and said.

"My dear darlings, if you can understand, then I can wholeheartedly make you completely happy. So... are you ready? Next, I will show you my real skills. Who will go first?" Wang Chong asked with a smile.

"Well, let Joan of Arc go first. She has been resisting me for so long... and this time it was also because of my willfulness." Black Joan of Arc's voice couldn't help but lower, giving the opportunity to Joan of Arc.

"No, no, let Joan of Arc go first. I'm actually fine... and I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on after we're done." Joan of Arc also gave way.

"Okay, it seems that you have all reflected thoroughly. In that case, how can I let my two beloved wives down? Innate time control!" In just a moment, Wang Chong began to adjust his body speed, and then - began to bend and straighten his legs up and down.

Wang Chong's giant thing began to move in and out of the two flower holes quickly, not letting the two beauties wait too long, nor giving them a chance to breathe.

"Ah——" Shuang Zhen let out a sweet moan, and her long, beautiful legs began to tremble continuously, as if she could not withstand Wang Chong's violent attack.

In this way, Wang Chong began his back-and-forth thrusting. He would thrust deeply into the upper Black Jeanne's fleshy hole, then thrust into the lower Jeanne's body at a rapid pace. Though the two holes were similar in shape, the unique warmth and smoothness of each still excited Wang Chong immensely.

He greedily tasted these two rare and famous instruments, enjoyed their moans one after another, listened to their different breathing, and his hands roamed back and forth on the two delicate bodies, kneading the plump snow-capped peaks, stroking the round and perky buttocks, and even reaching into the ravines between their chests and rubbing them, causing more pleasant moans.

Under such extreme double stimulation and accelerated impact, Wang Chong soon felt that he was almost ready to let go, so he increased the speed of entry and exit, and kept hitting the deepest gate of the two with the front end.

The pleasure brought by the repeated pounding of the city gates drove the two beauties to near-madness. Though passive, Black Jeanne was also pushed to the peak of desire by the repeated thrusts. Jeanne, on the other hand, was even more unrestrained, not only enthusiastically responding but also actively lifting her hips to demand more.

The three people's panting and groaning sounds intertwined together, echoing in the bedroom for a long time.

Wang Chong's movements became faster and more forceful, moving back and forth rapidly between the two holes, releasing a stream of sticky fluid. Finally, after a deep penetration, Wang Chong roared and released his thick essence alternately into the deepest parts of Shuang Zhen's body.

“Ahhhhh——!!”

At the same time, under the intense stimulation, Black Jeanne and Jeanne also reached their final peak, emitting pleasant spring sounds. The desire that had been accumulated after being on the verge of the peak several times but being abruptly stopped finally erupted all at once.

"Ah... so comfortable... I'm about to fly..." Black Joan of Arc's eyes were blurred, her lips were slightly open, and her small lilac tongue was unconsciously licking the corner of her mouth, looking very seductive.

Jeanne below wasn't in much better shape, collapsing onto the bed with Black Jeanne. Her abdomen convulsed, her vagina contracting like a spasm, squeezing out the remainder of Wang Chong's massive load. A stream of white water flowed from her vagina, forming a small lake on the bed.

The two stunning beauties were linked together like two parallel jades, naked, their skin gleaming with a shimmering white. Streams of white fluid continued to flow, sliding down the curves of their bodies, leaving specks of liquid on the sheets. Their breathing hadn't yet calmed, their rapid gasps mingled with intermittent moans, their faces etched with ecstasy and satisfaction.

Wang Chong stood aside, admiring his masterpiece with satisfaction. These few hours of unbridled pleasure had left him feeling refreshed both physically and mentally. Looking at the two beauties entangled in each other before him, an unprecedented sense of conquest arose.

He leaned over and kissed their foreheads, then slowly crawled between them, holding each of them in his arms. The feeling of being hugged by both of them was so wonderful that he couldn't help but smile in ecstasy.

"Have a good rest. The night is still long. I will make you completely forget those unpleasant things. And from now on, you must get along well with each other. Do you understand?" Wang Chong said gently.

"Hmm..." The two adorable girls snuggled in Wang Chong's arms.

Chapter 398 Extra ② Black Ellie’s Surprise (Part 1)

(This happened shortly after Black Ellie's incarnation.)

"I was once the consciousness of all the evil in this world, contained within the Greater Holy Grail. After inheriting all of Irisviel's desires and memories, I was ultimately conceived through the meticulous planning of my great master. My name is Black Irisviel."

In the study, Hei Ai Li was writing in her diary and began to narrate herself.

"I am grateful to the Master for giving me a new life and a name, even though I was born from that lady. But just like the black Joan of Arc, I am different from her. I have an independent personality and can do what I like. With just this, I am already very satisfied..."

"But the Master treated me just like his beloved wives. He always held me in his arms and doted on me. Even after my body transformed into the Holy Grail and returned to the Greater Holy Grail, he rebuilt a new body for me. This body can even be integrated into the Master's power, allowing me to enjoy the blessings of the Master's power at all times..."

"But, precisely because of this, Black Ellie, I'm also troubled. There's no such thing as simply taking without giving back. Especially as someone who represents all the evil in this world, I'm deeply aware of the ugliness of human nature. My master has been kind to me, but he's also human, not to mention that I could sense the aura of evil emanating from him from beginning to end. Ah, it fascinated and intoxicated me."

"So, Black Airi has always intended to give something back to the Master, to please the Master. The value I can bring to the Master is not just a reservoir of power, nor is it just being the surveillance eyes and right-hand man of Fuyuki City. It should also have spiritual value. Hmm... so what should I do?"

Hei Ai Li stopped writing here, her brows furrowed as she pondered over what she should do to fully please Wang Chong spiritually.

"This body of mine is not enough... right after I took over the body, I let the master take away the first blood of my new body... why don't I walk around and maybe I can find some inspiration~" After closing the diary, Black Ai Li began to hum a little tune and walked around.

First, Black Alice began to walk towards the servants' rooms. Normally, these servants loved to do that kind of thing with their masters, and these servants were very obsessed with it. It could be said that when it came to how to please their masters, they were like involutionary maniacs.

Therefore, Hei Aili wanted to learn from them and see if they had any new ideas.

However, the results left Black Airi somewhat discouraged. Servants now focused more on technique and Silver Tongue, but due to the intense focus, they became somewhat homogenized. In other words, Black Airi felt that while these learnings might please her Master, Wang Chong, they couldn't bring him the kind of enlightenment he'd always imagined.

Black Airie hopes to use novelty to bring her Master an unprecedented experience. Since Servants don't have any experience, Black Airie can only focus on the remaining non-Servants.

"Hmm? You're asking what's a good way to please Chong? Isn't that simple? Just keep doing it. It's so enjoyable when I do it with Chong. The best time was when we stayed connected for three days and three nights without disconnecting. Hehe, even though I felt like I was going crazy that time and caused a lot of trouble for everyone, but now I think about it, I'm a little scared."

Thus spoke a True Ancestor princess of exceptional endurance. It's important to note, however, that the three days and three nights she spoke of were real days and three nights, not the three days and three nights depicted in the sex scene. Wang Chong had used Time Master the entire time, so no one knew exactly how long the True Ancestor princess was possessed. All that was known was that after that incident, the princess remained in a state of idiotic dementia for three days.

Black Ellie couldn't help but admire this princess. Only she could manage such prolonged intercourse. Even she, at the speed of a master of time management, could only last a single night. It was obvious she couldn't learn this method.

"Eh!! Me... me? I... I've only been with Mr. Wang Chong a few times, and the few times I've been with the Saint Lady, I've always been with her. Ugh... Sometimes I always feel like I'm the Saint Lady's maidservant. But Mr. Wang Chong always takes my feelings into consideration, and even sneaks up on me a few times... But I know very well that a wild girl like me, if I don't resemble the Saint Lady, how can I be worthy of Mr. Wang Chong... Alas, Mr. Wang Chong is really very gentle."

So said a certain obscure person—Leticia. Seeing her shy and unsure self, she ended up being the one trying to cheer her up. What good advice could a love-struck little girl like her possibly offer?