The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

"Don't be patient, my little cake. I will treat you well."

As he spoke, Wang Chong kissed Mary's brow, as if to soothe the frown that was caused by pain.

Under Wang Chong's kisses and comfort, Mary's body, originally tense from the pioneering effort, gradually began to relax. At the same time, she became more and more convinced that her choice was absolutely correct. She smiled foolishly and said,

"Hehe, don't underestimate Mary...Mary's mouth can even swallow such a big baguette. The same goes for the one below... Ugh!"

Before he could finish his words, he felt his barrier being touched for the first time. The twin sensations of tingling and numbness stimulated his brain, causing Mary's ice cream-like feet to clasp inwards against Wang Chong's buttocks, as if to vent the pain.

Wang Chong now rested his entire body on Mary, giving her a loving hug. His left hand went around her back, supporting the back of her head, allowing Wang Chong to kiss her face, ears, and neck.

His right hand supported Mary's buttocks, making it easier for him to open the cavity and break through the last obstacle.

"Take your time, my little cake." Wang Chong whispered softly, biting Mary's ear, giving her great pleasure and stimulation.

It also rubs the shallow opening outside the obstruction repeatedly, making the cavity hotter and hotter.

"Ha...ha...wu! Hold me...Master..."

The double pleasure fueled Mary's desire, gradually overcoming the pain she had just experienced. She couldn't help but wrap her arms around Wang Chong's back, determined not to let him escape her.

Seeing the time was ripe, Wang Chong kissed Mary once again. The intense, "Baji, Baji" sounds of the kiss drew Mary's attention to the passionate French kiss. Their tongues entwined, completely releasing their unresolved desires.

However, it was at this opportunity that Wang Chong suddenly sank his waist.

"Woo——!!!"

A whimper came from Mary's mouth, and her fingers seemed to dig deep into Wang Chong's back. Her legs were tightly wrapped around Wang Chong's waist, and her ten agar-like toes were curled together tightly, making the pure milky white soles of her feet stained with a layer of pink.

The pillar pierced deeply into the deepest part, and a thread of red slowly flowed out from the gap, dotting a red grid on Mary's snow-white skin. It was like using red paste to decorate a pattern on a cream cake.

“Hmm…Hmm…Wu…Hmm…”

Because Mary's mouth was still blocked by Wang Chong, she couldn't utter a single sound. The heavy breaths she could only exhale through her small nose. Tears streamed from the corners of Mary's eyes, the pain causing her to tremble, and her delicate body trembled under Wang Chong's soothing caress.

Wang Chong didn't say much. He continued to comfort Mary while sensing her physical condition.

Only after her delicate body finally began to calm down under the caress of his palms and passionate kisses did Wang Chong release his lips.

"How's the little cake...? Is it okay?"

Wang Chong asked as he smoothed down Mary's messy hair, which had become messy due to the cold sweat from the pain. Mary nodded slightly, indicating that she was fine.

Afterwards, Wang Chong began to lick Mary's tears that were flowing due to pain. Because of the licking, Mary only felt a little itchy on her eyelashes.

Mary couldn't help but laugh out loud and said, "Master, you make me so itchy."

"Still just calling me Master?"

Wang Chong said as he kissed Mary's cute face with a wicked smile.

"...Mon amour (French: My love, homophonic: Mon-amour)."

Mary blushed as she uttered the word, and at the same time, she completely acknowledged from the bottom of her heart that Wang Chong possessed her.

After hearing Mary's words, Wang Chong kissed her again. Mary immediately closed her eyes and extended her tongue, letting Wang Chong's tongue entwine with hers.

Hiss, hiss... smacking, smacking, constantly exchanging saliva, the kiss was very intense.

Mary's hands tightly embraced Wang Chong's broad and strong back, while Wang Chong pressed his whole body against Mary, and the two hugged each other tightly.

The warm feeling, the lingering touch of the tongue, and the swollen and numb feeling connected together, Mary felt like she was in heaven.

Mary really liked kissing Wang Chong like this, especially being hugged tightly and kissed like this. This kind of passion and enthusiasm was what Mary had always been pursuing, and it completely satisfied her lonely heart.

"My love, your scent is so strong, my head is going... weird. Ah~ My body is so hard, so hot, so warm. Being held like this, I feel so safe. I want to be held like this by my love for the rest of my life."

Mary greedily sucked in Wang Chong's saliva, and her true nature had been completely unearthed by Wang Chong.

Wang Chong also did not stop working on his lower body. He was intentionally guiding Mary not to focus on the lower part, thus alleviating her pain.

Then slowly open up the land, slowly move forward, go in and out little by little, and continuously expand the diameter.

Under the constant stimulation of slight friction, the inner canal began to secrete juice, making the road smoother and the pain was gradually reduced. Instead, the tingling and pleasurable stimulation began to increase.

Wang Chong even deliberately mobilized some of the black mist power buried in Mary's body to stabilize Mary's happy mood.

Soon, Mary's originally tightly contracted legs began to relax gradually, and her curled up jade toes also began to loosen and stretch outward, enjoying Wang Chong's entry and exit very much.

Chapter 19: The Sweet Queen of France (Part 2) (Revised)

"As expected of Jeanne-sama, your wrath has made those people fully realize the price of their foolishness."

Gilles de Rais could not help but admire the sight of the flames rising to the sky below the castle.

Black Jeanne remained unmoved by this, and even seemed a little tired of listening. If it weren't for the performance, she would have shot Gilles de Rais to silence him.

"call out--"

A green figure appeared in Black Joan of Arc's sight. After looking at it, Black Joan of Arc understood what the other party meant and then looked away.

"Archer, aren't you always too slow in returning to the team?" Gilles de Rey restrained his exaggerated smile, looked at Atalanta, and couldn't help but say.

However, Atalanta ignored Gilles de Rei and returned to the group to check her weapons.

"Archer! What do you mean?" Seeing that Atalanta ignored him, Gilles de Res looked annoyed.

"My Master hasn't even spoken yet, so why are you asking so much?" Atalanta retorted bluntly, "Since when have you had the right to inquire about my whereabouts?"

"You guy..."

"What are you making so much noise for, Jill...isn't it noisy enough in here?"

Gilles de Rais was about to explode when he was stopped by Joan of Arc.

"No... Jeanne-sama, Archer's actions are simply too strange. Plus, her rebellious attitude... I'm also concerned for Jeanne-sama's sake."

Gilles de Rais saw this and quickly explained.

"Archer, answer me, why do you always come back so late?" Black Jeanne looked at Atalanta and asked coldly.

"Master, as Archer, my duty is to scout and clean up the remnants of the battlefield. Even if everyone has cleaned up the battlefield, I still have to ensure that nothing is lost."

Atalanta said slowly:

"Especially if we can find any traces of escape, we can also determine the whereabouts of those who slipped through the net. This back and forth trip takes much longer than others."

"Look, you heard it too, didn't you, Gil?" Jeanne d'Arc looked at Gilles de Re and said, "Now that Atalanta has given her explanation, everything proves that you were just overthinking it."

"But Master Jeanne..." Gilles de Rais was about to say something, but was interrupted by Black Jeanne in a cold voice: "Gill, don't waste your time on such unnecessary things."

"I have given these servants a berserk state, and their life and death are under my control. Why, do you think they will be able to hurt me in some way?"

"This..." Gilles de Rais was unable to refute for a moment.

"That's enough, Gil! Are you questioning my decision?" Black Jeanne pressed Gilles de Res's aura towards him, making him feel as if he were falling into an icy cave. He quickly said, "No... I dare not."

"Point your knives at those idiots and stop wasting time on meaningless arguments. I didn't come back to life to watch you bicker. If I had, I'd give you a ride right now."

Black Jeanne looked at the servants around her, and everyone turned their eyes away and did not meet her gaze.

Upon seeing this, Black Jeanne turned around and stepped onto her dragon, flying straight towards Orleans, leaving her group of servants staring at each other.

Gilles de Rei seemed too lazy to get involved with these servants and similarly used magic to leave the scene. After seeing everyone leave, Atalanta also shouldered her longbow and left without a word.

Marda and Dion were impatient and left shortly afterwards, leaving only Vlad III and Camilla.

"Prince Vlad, have you figured out anything?" Camilla suddenly spoke.

"Words may be deceiving, but the concentration of bloody smell and fear floating in the air cannot be faked. Both the archer and our master are a little strange..." Vlad III said.

"I'm a little confused about what our Master is trying to do... But let her be. She's not stopping us from having fun anyway." Camilla couldn't help but say.

Vlad III and Camilla noticed something was amiss with Joan of Arc and Atalanta, but they didn't say anything. They tacitly agreed to Joan of Arc's favor, but it was unknown what they were doing behind the scenes.

However, Black Jeanne didn't care about all this. After all, who would have thought that the biggest traitor was their boss?

However, Jeanne d'Arc was genuinely irritated, not because of the quarrel between Gil and the others, but because of the feedback from the dragons she had summoned before they died:

Before they died, the flying dragons were chasing a beautiful young Servant wearing a crown, but a man holding a dark green sword suddenly appeared and killed them all in an instant.

As their consciousness was about to go dark, they watched the man and the young Servant flee into the forest and disappear.

"Tsk... Not even saying hello when you show up, but you're already acting like a hero saving the damsel in distress... Are you planning to take in another little girl?!"

Black Jeanne d'Arc spat softly. She knew her Master's character too well and her heart was filled with jealousy.

"It's already this late, I'm afraid that little girl has already become the Master's forbidden delicacy. Damn it... why do I have to do this repetitive chore here!"

Black Joan of Arc gnashed her teeth and almost stabbed the flying dragon under her feet with the bottom of the flagpole in her hand.

The flying dragon seemed to sense Black Joan of Arc's murderous intent and thought that its flying speed was not fast enough, so it flapped its wings and flew quickly towards Castle Orleans.

……

Just as Black Jeanne had guessed, Mary was making sweet sounds at this moment, and she continued to make sounds under the continuous development of Wang Chong's pounding rhythm.

The pain at the first entry had completely disappeared with the constant adjustment, and all that was left was the numbness and pleasure that felt like ascending to heaven.

"Oh...so wonderful...my love! Mary has never been so happy! Woo!"

Her charming body had already become a shape that belonged uniquely to Wang Chong. On her flat and smooth abdomen, there was even a faint convex outline, floating back and forth, as crazy as a dragon turning madly on the earth, as if it was about to break out of the ground.

The juicy flesh had already been stirred upside down. The sound of water, the clatter of water, and Mary's charming voice blended together, echoing continuously in the wooden house like a symphony.

The atmosphere in the room gradually grew soft and warm, the sounds of their breathing intertwining to form a unique melody. In this quiet space, time seemed to slow down, just to witness the beauty of this moment.

Wang Chong looked at his free hands and suddenly realized something was missing. He leaned over and gently stroked Mary's smooth skin, from waist to abdomen, his movements as gentle as a feather brushing against water.

Mary shuddered slightly at the touch, then relaxed, lost in the doubled bliss. Her body swayed involuntarily to Wang Chong's rhythm, as if they were dancing a coordinated dance.

Afterwards, Wang Chong's hands began to move upwards again, making Mary feel a little itchy. She then shook her delicate body in pleasure, coordinating with the other party's movements while welcoming the fierce and unusual impact.

"Hmm~"

With a coquettish moan, Mary's already extremely sensitive breasts fell into Wang Chong's powerful hands. The sudden stimulation made her arch her back involuntarily, and her voice trembled:

"Ah...don't do this...it feels weird...please...be gentle..."

Facing Mary's soft, almost pleading voice, Wang Chong not only didn't stop, but instead intensified his movements, covering those jade peaks. His five fingers sank deeply into the soft dough, feeling the unique and dense touch.

"I'm going to speed up next, can the little cake bear it?" He whispered in Mary's ear, and his warm breath brushed against her earlobe, causing a slight shudder.

Mary's body had already been aroused to its limit, and now, under Wang Chong's skillful caresses, she could no longer control herself. With his experience, he had already mastered Mary's sensitive spots, and he targeted almost every one of them with his attacks, targeting Mary's favorite spots.

Crystal clear springs continuously gushed out from her private parts, wetting the mattress beneath her body and emitting bursts of charming water vapor.

The proud snow-capped peaks, moistened with sweat, shone like a layer of fine oil. Wang Chong's fingertips moved back and forth over the most sensitive tips, sometimes circling, sometimes gently pinching and pulling, causing Mary to twist her body non-stop.

Before she knew it, Mary's reserve had vanished. She took the initiative to clasp Wang Chong's fingers, a fascinated expression on her pretty face, completely immersed in boundless pleasure. Her long legs involuntarily wrapped around Wang Chong's waist, silently expressing her inner desire with body language.

"It's so... so wonderful... This feeling... I have never experienced such pleasure... My beloved Master..."

The infatuated Mary was already lost in the tide of passion. Although she could no longer hear Wang Chong's words, her jade feet that kept tapping Wang Chong's waist and hips conveyed her innermost thoughts clearly.

Seeing this, Wang Chong took a deep breath and roared, then began to adjust his position. Then he launched a fierce attack. The sound of collision immediately filled the entire wooden house, echoing in the quiet space.

When the regular pounding sound came, Mary briefly woke up from the chaos a little, and then was overwhelmed by the feeling of embarrassment. But the increasingly rapid sound meant a deeper connection, making her want more.

Driven by this instinct, Mary continued to adjust her legs upwards in order to vent the impact, even at one point higher than Wang Chong's arms.

Her own arms were tightly wrapped around Wang Chong's neck.

Although he was lying flat on the bed, his posture was like that of a koala hanging on a tree. He then let Wang Chong gallop freely, and continued to make a series of heavy noises.

"Ah... It's like a wild beast... Ugh! I can't hold on any longer..."

With each powerful thrust, Mary's voice gradually became fragmented. She raised her head and couldn't help but let out a gentle moan.

Mary no longer cared about maintaining her elegant image. Saliva dripped from the corners of her lips. Her consciousness was consumed by waves of desire, and the only thing left in her mind was the man who brought her endless pleasure.

The Noble Phantasm is still expanding its territory, and Mary experiences the wonderful pleasure of sexual intercourse for the first time, which makes her willing to indulge in it and lose her rationality.

"Oh... please... please go slower... I can't bear it anymore... If this goes on, I'll... I'll..."

Mary's eyes were dazed, and she slowly stopped talking, with only instinctive words coming out of her mouth.

Wang Chong understood that Mary, who had just tasted the forbidden fruit, could no longer hold on. In this battle, Mary had already orgasmed twice. Now the third peak was about to come again, but her physical strength could no longer keep up.

So Wang Chong put down Mary's legs with his hands, and instead picked up Mary from under him with both hands, sat her up, and held her in his arms.

Afterwards, Wang Chong lifted up Mary's body, which was already covered in sweat from the previous exercise, and began a fierce attack.

The sound of pumping water continued to echo. The cave kept splashing with juice, soaking both of them. Wang Chong's body also became wet, either soaked by the juice or stained with Mary's sweet sweat.

At this moment, Mary's head tilted back like a kite with a broken string, her eyes slightly narrowed, her pupils dull, her mouth slightly open, and she was being held and fucked hard by Wang Chong with a look of enjoyment on her face. She stared at the ceiling and said intermittent words like "..." and "I can't take it anymore..."

The soft breasts swayed with the up and down rhythm of the two people, and the red cherries that had become hard due to excitement kept rubbing against Wang Chong's chest.