A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

“Yes, that must be it. Ilya is just a child and knows nothing about this. How could she possibly feel disgusted by what Wang Chong and I are doing? Sure enough, the one who really feels disgusted is myself…” Irisviel seemed to have found a reason for herself. Now she was becoming less and less averse to intimate behavior with Wang Chong, just like a dog that had been trained.

Irisviel's lips parted slightly, her warm breath gently caressing Wang Chong's desire. Her fingers deftly glided along the shaft, feeling its pulse. Then, she extended her pink tongue again, gently licking the edge, as if savoring the most delicious ice cream.

Then, Irisviel slowly enveloped her lips with hers, her tongue nimbly entwining around her, sliding gently like a snake, licking every inch of her skin. Wang Chong couldn't help but let out a low groan, his hand gently stroking Irisviel's silver hair.

Irisviel sensed Wang Chong's reaction, a hint of smugness flashing in her eyes. She gradually swallowed the treasure deeper, making muffled whimpering sounds as she slowly and rhythmically inhaled and exhaled. At the same time, her tongue was not idle either; already familiar with the weaknesses of Wang Chong's treasure, she constantly traced and teased those gaps and weak points.

She looked up at Wang Chong, her eyes filled with allure, as if silently asking, "Did I do well?" Wang Chong couldn't help but let out a low groan, his hand gently stroking Irisviel's silver hair. Then, he reached out and stroked Irisviel's cheek, encouragingly kneading her soft face. Encouraged, Irisviel opened her mouth wide and swallowed hard. She swallowed deeply, her throat contracting and squeezing repeatedly.

With each swallowing motion, Irisviel's saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, landing on her breasts and leaving tiny wet spots. She seemed oblivious, continuing to diligently please the man before her.

Wang Chong was almost driven to the brink of madness by Irisviel's exquisite technique. He breathed heavily, pressed his hands against Irisviel's head, and thrust his hips deep into her mouth. Irisviel obediently relaxed her throat, accepting Wang Chong's wild thrusts. Her tongue continued to move incessantly, coordinating with Wang Chong's movements, providing comprehensive stimulation.

As time passed, Irisviel's mouth grew increasingly sore, but she persevered. Finally, Wang Chong let out a low growl, and scalding magical energy surged forth. Irisviel hurriedly swallowed, but much still spilled from the corners of her mouth and slid down her chin. She continued to suckle the still trembling Noble Phantasm with lingering satisfaction until the last drop of magical energy within it was absorbed.

She slowly spat out her Noble Phantasm, a strand of silver still clinging to the tip of her pink tongue. After cleaning up Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm, Irisviel slowly raised her head, a satisfied smile on her face.

Her body was once again completely ignited by Wang Chong's magic. Irisviel knew very well, better than anyone else, that she was no longer the reserved lady she once was in this regard. She thoroughly enjoyed doing this with Wang Chong. It brought her unimaginable satisfaction, both physically and mentally.

She even... had always hoped that he would be rougher with her. Just like in her previous dream, when Wang Chong had completely transformed into evil. Between her legs, it was already flowing like a waterfall, and she desperately craved Wang Chong's comfort.

Then, Irisviel gently pushed Wang Chong to the ground, and lay down beside him. She straddled his face, then leaned down, her lips once again touching that burning symbol of desire. Wang Chong looked at Irisviel with slight surprise, not expecting that this time, she would take the initiative in a 69 position to move to the next step.

And so, Irisviel's secret garden was revealed before him. Looking at the alluring garden and the beautiful scene before him, Wang Chong couldn't help but swallow hard.

Meanwhile, Irisviel had already taken Wang Chong's treasure into her mouth, her tongue skillfully tracing every inch. At the same time, her fingers reached for Wang Chong's pouch, gently kneading and massaging it. Wang Chong sighed comfortably and buried his face between her fair legs.

Wang Chong gently licked Irisviel's delicate pink petals with his tongue, causing her to tremble slightly. His tongue tip deftly probed into the crevice, sucking the sweet nectar. At the same time, his fingers were also busy, wandering back and forth at the back entrance, occasionally gently inserting his fingers inside.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, pleasing each other. Irisviel's lips occasionally emitted seductive moans, her voice melodious and sweet; Wang Chong, on the other hand, would occasionally let out heavy breaths, expressing his pleasure. The air was filled with an intoxicating aroma, and the floor was already soaked with their bodily fluids.

Their bodies writhed involuntarily, wave after wave of pleasure washing over them. Wang Chong's treasure swelled ever larger in Irisviel's mouth, while Irisviel's garden was already a muddy mess.

As time went on, Irisviel felt an increasingly unbearable itch. She wriggled her hips, signaling Wang Chong's desire to enter. Wang Chong understood and patted Irisviel's buttocks, indicating that she could proceed to the next step.

After receiving Wang Chong's permission, Irisviel eagerly crawled forward. Then, Wang Chong, supporting Irisviel's slender waist, guided her to straddle him. Irisviel, with her back to Wang Chong, placed one hand on his knee and the other below, guiding Wang Chong's already erect member towards its final destination, intending to insert it directly.

Suddenly, a large hand pressed down on Irisviel's buttocks again, stopping her descent. Irisviel turned to look at Wang Chong in confusion, wondering why he had suddenly stopped. She saw Wang Chong pointing ahead with a mocking expression.

Irisviel turned around again, and the sight before her startled her slightly, calming her previously heated mind. She saw that Ilya, who had been watching from a distance, was now inexplicably close, crouching down and looking at Irisviel with the curious expression of a child.

"Mom?" Ilya asked, pointing at Irisviel as if asking what she was doing. Irisviel froze again. Should she put it in now, or continue to stand there?

Chapter 309 The Wife's Dark Turn (Part 2)

Yuanzangshan

"Achoo... It's really cold in the mountains. Rider, you've been watching for so long, Gilgamesh should have left by now." Waver, wrapped in a blanket, opened the zipper of his camping tent and shivered as he looked at Iskandar, who was patrolling from a tree.

"Hmm, I can't sense its presence anymore. It must have left. To be able to find its way here, it seems there's always going to be a final battle between us." Iskandar laughed and then jumped down from the tree.

"That's terrifying. That commotion just now... I'm afraid he used that horrible Noble Phantasm again... Is there really a way to deal with that Noble Phantasm, Rider?" Waver was as dejected as ever. He couldn't help but look at Iskandar, hoping to get a positive answer from him as always.

"I don't know." However, the truth is cruelly laid out before us. The powerful Noble Phantasm is there for all to see, and even Iskandar wouldn't blindly boast about it.

"Never mind, you haven't even fully recovered your mana, how can you fight?" Waver rubbed his hands, unable to come up with any good plan himself. The only somewhat feasible method was to bypass the Servant and kill the opponent's Master directly. However, Iskandar had already agreed to a battle with Gilgamesh, so he probably wouldn't carry out this suggestion.

“If it were before, perhaps I really would have a way.” Suddenly, Weber heard Iskandar continue on that topic.

"Huh?"

“If my Divine Wheel were still intact, I might be able to use its mobility to evade Gilgamesh’s attack. From what I’ve observed on both occasions, the King of Heroes always has a cooling-off period before or after using this Noble Phantasm. Such a Noble Phantasm shouldn’t be used lightly. If we can seize that opportunity, we might have a chance of winning,” Iskandar said.

"But... the Divine Wheel is already gone." Waver knew very well that due to their oversight during their first encounter with the Gale, which resulted in the death of the Thunder Bull, they had lost the Divine Wheel, a chariot-type Noble Phantasm.

"It's alright, let's give him a good fight. As long as we can get through, we will surely reach the other side of victory." Iskandar laughed heartily, still full of heroic spirit.

"However, Archer is indeed the most powerful Master and Servant of this generation." Although Iskandar's words were somewhat comforting, Waver still said with a touch of emotion.

“Then you’re mistaken, kid. The strongest one is the one who hasn’t shown his true strength yet.” Iskandar shook his head and said, “The Ruined King Caster, the one who is both Master and Servant. He is the most unfathomable one among us.”

"Huh? Him? But right now, aren't only you and that Archer still alive? Shouldn't he have already died from Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm?" Waver asked, puzzled.

"Hahaha. You underestimate that guy. Neither I nor the Hero King who personally took action believe that guy is dead just like that." Iskandar seemed to be recalling something, and finally shook his head and smiled, saying, "However, this makes me feel a little more at ease. Alright, you should rest well, I will continue to replenish my magic power on the ley lines."

Weber didn't understand why Iskandar had come to such a conclusion, nor did he understand what Iskandar meant by "don't worry." Seeing that Iskandar had no intention of explaining further, he obediently went into his tent to rest. Little did Weber know that the answer would be fully revealed in the decisive battle the very next night.

……

Meanwhile, in Irisviel's dream, she is currently caught in a dilemma. Her Noble Phantasm is constantly rubbing against her garden, causing her unbearable itching. But Illya's call makes Irisviel hesitate.

"It's probably just an unconscious call," Irisviel thought to herself, after all, she had "deceived herself" like this many times. But at that moment, Wang Chong's words fell into Irisviel's ears: "Irisviel, are you sure you want to do this in front of your daughter? Maybe you should just forget about it."

Listening to his words, it seemed as if Wang Chong was considering her feelings. But why was his Noble Phantasm constantly swinging up and down, rubbing against her crevices and jade beads, making her lower body even hotter? Irisviel couldn't help but complain, maintaining this state of friction, while saying, "Ilya... could you turn your back?"

"why?"

"Huh?" Irisviel suddenly paused, assuming that the ghostly figure before her, Ilya, would only call out to her and wouldn't have much consciousness. But now, asking this question only intensified Irisviel's fear and unease. Had Ilya regained consciousness?

"What are you so afraid of? Me?" Just then, the identical phantom reappeared before her, placing her hands on Ilya's shoulders, and said, "Haven't you already done it once? Right in front of Ilya. And what's the point of your concerns? Do you really think Ilya will hate you because of this?"

“Ilya is the most obedient child to her mother, isn’t she? So let her open her eyes and see for herself how happy her mother is now.” The phantom said, pushing Ilya closer and then reaching out to poke Irisviel’s secret garden.

"Whoa!" In an instant, Irisviel felt as if she had been electrocuted all over her body, and for some reason, her body's senses of its surroundings were constantly increasing.

"Look, look, what a beautiful voice. This is the real you, Irisviel. There's nothing wrong with being frank with your daughter, is there?" The phantom revealed a terrifying smile. Being stared at by the other party made Irisviel feel as if she were falling into an abyss, as if something in her mind would be completely severed if she continued to listen to the conversation.

At the same time, Wang Chong also took action, gently probing the entrance with the magic weapon, inserting only half of the tip each time before withdrawing it. This teasing made Irisviel's body go weak; she twisted her slender waist, trying to swallow that enormous desire entirely.

"So what are you still hesitating about? Come on, Ilya, look closely at your mother's face~ See how happy your mother looks the moment she goes in~" The phantom held Ilya's shoulders with both hands and whispered softly in her ear.

"You...who are you...Oh—!!!" Just as Irisviel began to doubt that the other person might not be her, Wang Chong finally stopped torturing Irisviel, grabbed her waist and pressed down, thrusting hard inside her. Instantly, Irisviel let out a sound of unparalleled pleasure.

"Ah! Wait...wait a minute, woof! Too fast!" Irisviel tilted her head back and let out a pleasurable scream. She felt Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm expanding into every corner of her body, reaching the deepest part. That feeling of fullness made her tremble all over, and she couldn't help but arch her body to meet it.

At this moment, Wang Chong also sat up and hugged Irisviel from behind, his hands restlessly kneading her full, snowy breasts. Irisviel cooperated with his movements, twisting her waist and letting the treasure gently enter and exit her flower cave.

As her pleasure intensified, Irisviel's actions became increasingly proactive and intense. It was as if she had completely forgotten that Illya was staring blankly at her; all her previous hesitation now seemed like a joke.

Irisviel's mind no longer lingered on the illusory image, but instead focused intently on the action before her. She braced herself on Wang Chong's thighs, her body moving up and down dramatically, allowing his enormous member to penetrate deeply with each thrust. Milky white fluid flowed from their point of union, wetting their bodies.

Wang Chong had now lay back down, admiring Irisviel's beautiful back curves from behind. Watching her perfect, upturned buttocks move up and down, swallowing his massive member, and listening to her sweet moans, he himself was gradually reaching a climax. He matched Irisviel's movements, thrusting upwards forcefully each time she lowered herself. This interaction brought immense pleasure to both of them.

Irisviel's fair back, glistening with sweat and hormones, took on an alluring pink hue. Her muscles were sculpted and beautifully defined, without an ounce of excess fat. He reached out and stroked Irisviel's smooth back, feeling the warmth of her touch against his palm.

“What a perfect back, Mrs. Irisviel,” Wang Chong exclaimed, his voice filled with satisfaction and pride.

Hearing Wang Chong's praise, Irisviel twisted her hips even more vigorously. Her buttocks rose high, swaying from side to side and thrusting back and forth, each time striking precisely the most sensitive spot. Her moist flower path tightly enveloped Wang Chong's thick, long desire, and the wet, gurgling sounds were incessant. It could be said that, under long-term training, Irisviel had become increasingly adept at cooperating with Wang Chong and pleasing herself; her technique was visibly skillful.

At that moment, the phantom reappeared silently beside Ilya. As if sensing something, Ilya turned to look at it and asked in confusion, "Why?"

"Because your mom really likes her~" the phantom replied.

"What about Dad?"

"He... he abandoned your mother and you a long time ago. Do you understand, little Ilya?"

“Ilya doesn’t understand…” Ilya shook her head, feeling very frustrated after hearing that Kiritsugu had given up on her.

"It's okay if you don't understand. Do you love your mom?"

"like."

Do you like older brothers?

"like."

"Then, wouldn't it be nice if you two became a new family?"

"Hmm..." Ilya seemed to be lost in thought, unsure of what to do.

"So, Ilya-chan, look at your older brother and your mother. Do you think they're happy?" the phantom asked with a smile.

“Strange…so strange…Illya doesn’t know, but Mom seems to be smiling. Mom…she must be very happy, right?” Illya blinked as she looked at Irisviel’s dazed expression.

"Since Mom is happy, shouldn't Ilya congratulate her?" the phantom said. "It's alright, Ilya-chan. If you still have any questions, you can ask Mom properly after the event."

“Hmm…hmm…” Ilya nodded, seemingly finally accepting the answer.

Chapter 310 The Wife's Dark Turn (Part 2)

Artoria slightly opened her eyes, a faint smell of blood and gunpowder filling her nostrils. Looking around, she saw corpses and scorched earth everywhere, a horrifying sight.

"I'm back? I still... failed after all?" A sense of resentment spread through her heart. She had failed, she had died, and she had returned to this Sword Hill, dragging her collapsing body, to witness once again the tragic state of her British kingdom.

"Can you still hear my voice? I want to... I want to fight on, I want to win the Holy Grail again!" Artoria raised her hand, as if trying to grasp something, hoping that the will in the dark would hear her voice again and let her participate in the Holy Grail War once more.

"Hey, isn't that enough? You've done more than enough, haven't you?" However, the voice that responded to Artoria was not the one that had been there before, but the familiar voice of a knight who should have been dead.

“Mordred…” Artoria turned her head and saw Mordred lying in a pile of corpses, with a large hole pierced through her body by the Holy Lance.

“What a troublesome fellow who can’t listen to reason. Lancelot and I have already said everything we needed to say, why is he still so stubborn? Ha… troublesome father…” After saying this, Mordred seemed to have lost his last bit of strength, and his head slumped down. It was as if everything that had just happened was merely a final burst of energy before death. Artoria remained silent, a shadow of gloom and regret once again appearing on her face.

However, Artoria noticed that Mordred's left hand gesture was a bit strange, as if she was pointing in some direction. Following that direction, Artoria let out a surprised exclamation: "Ah."

A cup-shaped object, radiating golden light, sat on a platform untouched by blood, emitting a gentle white glow. Against the backdrop of the infernal landscape, it appeared solemn and sacred… yet also carried an inexplicable eeriness.

But Artoria stared at the object in disbelief, softly uttering its true name: "The Holy Grail..."

Although Artoria had never seen the Holy Grail before, the moment she saw it, she was absolutely certain that it was the Holy Grail she had been searching for. Dragging her weary steps, Artoria slowly approached the radiant Holy Grail, selectively ignoring the illogicality of its sudden appearance. Finally, she stood before the Holy Grail and touched it.

A white light enveloped Artoria. The gentle light did not cause her any discomfort. For a moment, Artoria even wondered if she was in a dream.

"The Holy Grail, I hope..." Artoria spoke her long-held wish to the Holy Grail, and then, a blinding white light erupted, so intense that Artoria could barely open her eyes. Would her wish come true? No, the real question was, was all of this truly reality and not a dream?

In the vast sky, a white-clad figure looked down at Artoria, who was holding the Holy Grail, and revealed a smile that seemed to convey neither joy nor sorrow.

"What a tragedy..." the man sighed softly.

……

"Mmm... Ah... So deep..."

In another dream, Irisviel was panting uncontrollably, her voice a mixture of pain and pleasure. She could feel the enormous object inside her swelling relentlessly, almost tearing her apart. The tender flesh inside her vagina was being repeatedly rubbed, bringing intense stimulation that spread throughout her body in waves.

Irisviel's lithe body undulated against Wang Chong's, swaying gracefully like waves. Her taut skin was flushed slightly, and sweat trickled down her beautiful spine, dripping onto Wang Chong's strong chest.

Wang Chong enjoyed Irisviel's services, his hands moving to her firm, elastic buttocks. He kneaded them forcefully, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh, leaving clear finger marks. At the same time, he thrust his hips upwards in rhythm with Irisviel, each thrust reaching the deepest point of her vagina.

"Ah! No... there... it's too stimulating..." Irisviel exclaimed, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

Wang Chong, however, refused to let her go. He held her buttocks with both hands, forcing her to accept each violent thrust. "Alice, this is your favorite position, isn't it?" Wang Chong asked with a wicked smile, while increasing the force, as if he wanted to penetrate Irisviel with every thrust.

Irisviel had long since lost her autonomy and could only passively endure Wang Chong's assault. Her reason was overwhelmed by pleasure, and her body was completely out of her control. Liquid flowed continuously from her flower cave, once again wetting their private parts and thighs. She tilted her head back, her red lips slightly parted, emitting intermittent moans.

"Give me more, I want more..." Irisviel murmured, her eyes glazed over, her face flushed with an unusual blush.

Wang Chong sat up and pulled Irisviel into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, his hand resting on her flat stomach, feeling the rhythm within her. His other hand reached down and found the jade bead hidden above the cave, pinching and kneading it without hesitation.

"Waaah...don't touch there...I'll go crazy..." Irisviel cried out, her upper body falling limply backward, leaning completely against Wang Chong's strong chest. Her head tilted back, her silver hair cascading down like a waterfall, her eyes gazing unfocused at the sky.

Wang Chong lowered his head, his nose brushing against Irisviel's slender neck, his lips leaving a trail of hickeys on her collarbone. He mumbled, "Irisviel, you're so cute. Your body is so sensitive, it's like a toy made just for me."

Irisviel trembled all over, her flower path contracting violently, clinging tightly to Wang Chong's thick desire. Wang Chong took a deep breath, focusing his attention on his lower body, and began to thrust in and out forcefully. Each thrust heavily ground against her sensitive spots, causing Irisviel to gasp repeatedly. At the same time, his left hand continued to ravage her clitoris, while his right hand lifted Irisviel's full, snowy breasts, kneading them wantonly into various shapes.

Under the combined stimulation, Irisviel quickly lost her senses. She hooked one arm around Wang Chong's neck and turned her head, demanding a deep kiss. Their lips and tongues intertwined fiercely, exchanging saliva. At the same time, her body twisted and turned, responding to Wang Chong's advances.

"Mmm...uh...so good...I'm coming..." Irisviel murmured indistinctly, her muscles tense, waiting for the climax to arrive.

Wang Chong sensed that Irisviel was about to erupt, so he increased the speed and force of his thrusts. At the same time, his fingers also accelerated the kneading of the beans.

Wang Chong increased his speed, sprinting dozens of times before suddenly plunging the entire magical artifact into the city gate, where it burst open at the top. Thick streams of magical energy gushed out, filling the deepest part of Irisviel.

"Ahhh—!" Irisviel let out a high-pitched scream, her whole body stiffening, her eyes staring blankly ahead. Her flower path spasmed violently, and a large amount of fluid gushed out, mixing with Wang Chong's magic source, flowing down the connection and staining the inside of her thighs.

After their passionate encounter, both of them collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. Irisviel was utterly exhausted; if Wang Chong hadn't been holding her waist, she probably would have already fallen to the ground instead of sitting on him. Her vagina was still twitching intermittently, as if reluctant to let Wang Chong go.

Wang Chong slowly withdrew, making a soft "pop" sound as the bottle opened. Once the blockage was removed, the white, mixed liquid immediately gushed out, leaving large stains on the floor. The area between Irisviel's legs was a mess; her pink vulva was slightly parted, still gently contracting.

"It's truly irresistible, Alice," Wang Chong exclaimed, his eyes revealing greed and satisfaction. Although he had already released himself once, his desire remained high, and he couldn't wait to do it again. However, Wang Chong knew the rhythm well, and only gently caressed Irisviel's body to help her get into the mood.

Irisviel closed her eyes, enjoying Wang Chong's post-coital care. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was not yet fully steady. With Wang Chong's movements, her body trembled slightly from time to time, clearly still immersed in the afterglow of the previous encounter.

Wang Chong sat up again and whispered in Irisviel's ear, "Do you want to continue? If you do, things won't be so easy for you. I've only just begun, Irisviel."

As he spoke, he gently bit Irisviel's earlobe, sending a jolt of electricity through her. How could Irisviel possibly utter a word of refusal? Her body no longer belonged to herself; it already belonged to the man who completely controlled her. Her body reacted honestly. Her recently satisfied flower path began to secrete fluid again, yearning to be filled once more.

Wang Chong naturally and keenly noticed Irisviel's physical changes, and a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth. He gently ran his finger along Irisviel's muddy vulva, causing her to tremble again.

"Looks like you're still not full, Alice," Wang Chong said jokingly. "In that case, I'll reluctantly serve you one more time."

Before Irisviel could refuse, Wang Chong, supporting his newly aroused desire, slowly and firmly squeezed into Irisviel's narrow passage. The wet and hot sensation inside made him sigh with pleasure, and then he began to slowly thrust in and out.

"Ah!" Irisviel also raised her neck and let out a satisfied sigh. Her face was full of infatuation. She was so immersed in this desire that she did not notice that there was no evil energy invading her. But at this moment, Wang Chong revealed his evil side as always, no longer as gentlemanly as before.