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

It's unclear how long they lingered in this passionate embrace, but time began to tick away relentlessly. The sounds of pleasure continued to resonate… Meanwhile, as Irisviel succumbed to desire time and again, the two illusory figures that had been watching them were gradually solidifying. One was the original ghostly figure, Ilya, who was now gaining color and solidifying, her eyes becoming increasingly expressive.

The other was a phantom that resembled the lady's figure, also gradually solidifying, its appearance becoming increasingly similar to Irisviel's. And her smile grew even brighter.

"It's about time." Sensing the degree of her own condensation, the illusory figure "Irisviel" said with a smile.

Chapter 311 The Wife's Dark Turn (The End)

As dawn approached, Ilya opened her tired eyes, slowly waking up. She rubbed her eyes and looked around the still dimly lit room, seemingly realizing that she had woken up a little too early.

"Yawn... What a strange dream. I dreamt that my older brother and mother were doing strange things. And there was another mother who kept saying things I couldn't understand." Ilya rubbed her eyes. As she gradually woke up from her drowsiness, she didn't plan to continue sleeping. Instead, she jumped out of bed.

Children are naturally at their most active stage, and Ilya is especially so. After washing up by herself, she put on her coat, opened the door, and prepared to go to the room where breakfast would be served early to wait for everyone to arrive.

But just then, a voice called out in Illya's mind: "Illya~"

"Mom?" Ilya hadn't walked far when she noticed it was her mother calling her, so she walked towards the source of the sound.

"Ilya-chan~ Over here~"

The sound still echoed in a certain direction, as if deliberately guiding Ilya in that direction. Ilya didn't have many doubts and simply ran towards that direction.

"Mom? Where are you? Are you playing hide-and-seek with Ilya?" Ilya ran quickly toward the sound.

Before long, Ilya was led to a half-open door. Ilya slowed her pace and looked at the door number. Ilya remembered that it was her mother's room.

Yes, Ilya had actually seen Irisviel once last night, but Irisviel was still asleep at the time. Ilya only remembered the room where her mother was and was very well-behaved so as not to wake Irisviel.

“…a…ah…” Suddenly, a broken voice came from the half-open door. The voice sounded strange, like crying and laughing at the same time, which made Ilya feel a little uneasy. But Ilya was certain that it was her mother's voice.

Suddenly, Ilya remembered the strange sound her mother seemed to make in her dream. Could it have been more than just a dream? With this thought in mind, Ilya curiously approached the slightly ajar door, then slowly pushed it open to peek at the view.

"Ah...it's too intense...I'm going to break..." As Ilya approached, the voice grew louder, almost startling her. Ilya then calmed herself and carefully looked into the room.

For some reason, the room was even darker than outside, as if some black mist filled the room. Ilya remembered that this seemed to be her older brother's ability.

Just as Ilya hesitated whether to go in and take a look, a fair hand suddenly emerged from the black mist, and she heard, "Ilya-chan~ come in."

"Mom?" Ilya looked at the other person with a puzzled expression. Trusting the voice and her older brother's black mist, she finally pushed open the door and went inside. Entering the black mist, she was greeted by her mother's familiar face. This initially filled Ilya with excitement; she hadn't seen her mother for many days, and out of longing, Ilya immediately hugged her.

"Mommy~ Mmm!" Ilya exclaimed excitedly, but then a finger pressed against her lips, and Irisviel, dressed in a black dress, made a shushing gesture.

"Ilya-chan, listen to your mother. Don't shout, or you'll disturb your older brother and mother." Irisviel stroked Ilya's head, then pointed in a certain direction and said.

Ilya looked in the direction "Irisviel" was pointing, her pupils contracted slightly, and she said in surprise, "Another...another mother? And an older brother too."

Yes, from Ilya's perspective, another Irisviel appeared in her sight. On a large, messy bed, Irisviel and Wang Chong were pressed together like two maggots, making a "plop plop" sound as water was being pumped.

"A little harder..." Irisviel murmured, her face flushed, her eyes gazing at Wang Chong with deep affection. She kissed his lips, her tongue exploring his mouth, thirstily savoring his sweet saliva. Her long, beautiful legs wrapped tightly around his waist, as if afraid he would leave.

On one corner of the sheet, a striking patch of bright red stood out, signifying the breaking of a new body. Unbeknownst to Irisviel, reality and dream had already subtly transformed; she was even unaware that her own body had changed.

But this can't be blamed on Irisviel. Under the halo of being a "time management master," those few hours in the latter half of the night felt like two days and two nights to Irisviel. At this moment, Irisviel had long since become a wild beast only knowing pleasure.

Wang Chong looked at Irisviel, who had been completely tamed, with satisfaction, his desire to conquer reaching its peak. He pressed Irisviel down even harder, entering her body in the most traditional position. His immense desire pushed aside layers of her tender flesh, reaching her deepest depths.

"Ah! So good... I'm going to break..." Irisviel screamed, gripping the sheets tightly with both hands. Her fingernails dug deep into them, leaving several noticeable scratches. Her legs involuntarily curled up, her toes clenching tightly in pleasure.

Wang Chong thrust vigorously, each stroke bringing out a few drops of glistening fluid. Irisviel's lower abdomen swelled slightly, rising and falling with Wang Chong's movements. Her flower-like opening was already somewhat red and swollen, but it still instinctively contracted and writhed, warmly welcoming the intruder.

"Irisviel, you're so irresistible," Wang Chong said, moving rhythmically as he leaned down to kiss Irisviel's collarbone and neck. Irisviel tilted her head back, revealing her fair and delicate neck, letting Wang Chong leave his marks on her body.

Afterwards, Wang Chong began to thrust violently. Each thrust nearly shattered Irisviel's sanity, and she could only respond instinctively, emitting intermittent moans.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore... My mind is filled with Wang Chong..." Irisviel's eyes were glazed over, and she babbled incoherently. Her long hair was disheveled and draped over her back, with a few strands clinging to her sweaty skin. Her flower cave was completely stretched open, and fluid kept overflowing.

Wang Chong pushed Irisviel down onto the bed, pressing his entire body against hers. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, with almost no gap between them. He leaned down and took Irisviel's small earlobe into his mouth, his tongue skillfully licking it. At the same time, his lower body continued its movements without stopping, maintaining a high-speed rhythm.

"Tell me, Alice, which position do you like best?" Wang Chong asked as he thrust vigorously.

Irisviel was overwhelmed by the intense stimulation and unable to think straight. She blurted out her inner desires instinctively: "From behind...fuck me hard...like a bitch..."

Hearing Irisviel's request, Wang Chong's desire flared even more intensely. He quickly withdrew his penis, flipped Irisviel over, and positioned her in a kneeling, prone position. Irisviel obediently raised her buttocks high, even actively parting her petals to invite Wang Chong into her.

“Then, I will grant your wish.” Wang Chong held Irisviel’s slender waist and forcefully entered her from behind. Irisviel let out a satisfied sigh, and her flower cave immediately gripped the intruder tightly. Wang Chong began to move vigorously, each thrust completely penetrating her, his scrotum slapping heavily against Irisviel’s fair buttocks.

"Madam, you look just like a bitch in heat right now," Wang Chong mocked as he roughly kneaded Irisviel's plump buttocks.

Hearing Wang Chong's words, Irisviel felt no shame, but rather even more excitement. She wiggled her hips, matching Wang Chong's movements, repeatedly shouting, "I am my master's bitch...use me as you please..."

Wang Chong looked at Irisviel, who was subjugated beneath him, with satisfaction, his desire for conquest greatly fulfilled. He grabbed Irisviel's long hair and forced her to tilt her head back. At the same time, he thrust his lower body even more forcefully, reaching the deepest point with each thrust.

"Do you like being treated this way by your master?" Wang Chong asked knowingly.

“I love you… I love Master the most…” Irisviel answered honestly, her eyes filled with adoration and longing.

"Mommy... why do you call Big Brother Master?" At this moment, Ilya finally couldn't help but ask. The scene before her was completely beyond her comprehension, and her little head was full of questions.

"Eh? Illya?" Hearing Illya's voice again, Irisviel didn't seem too surprised. Instead, she looked at Illya with a silly grin and said, "Because Mom is playing a game with your big brother."

"Play games?"

“Yes, just like the house games that Ilya used to love playing. Mom also loves playing games with her older brother.” Irisviel said with a charming smile.

"Mom looks like she's in a lot of pain. Is it because of big brother bullying her? Even if it is big brother, Ilya, you can't bully Mom!" As she spoke, Ilya symbolically waved her fist at Wang Chong.

"Ilya-chan, big brother didn't bully Mom. On the contrary, big brother loves Mom very much~ and Mom loves your big brother very much too, look." As she spoke, Irisviel turned around and kissed Wang Chong sweetly behind her, who was still entering and exiting her body, as if to prove it.

“This is proof of love.” Irisviel was completely unaware of the lewd things she was doing in front of her daughter. Perhaps in her subconscious, she still regarded the Ilya in front of her as the ghost in her dream.

"See, Ilya-chan, Mommy was right, wasn't she? Mommy really loves your brother Wang Chong, so does Ilya truly believe it now?" At this moment, "Irisviel," dressed in a black dress, appeared behind Ilya and crouched down to whisper in her ear.

"You're that strange mother from my dream." Only then did Ilya realize who the "mother" behind her really was, and she continued, "Then... is big brother going to become Ilya's new father?"

"If you don't want to call him that, you can continue to think of him as your big brother. Mom won't mind." "Irisviel" smiled as she stared at Irisviel on the bed. Both she and Wang Chong knew that Irisviel had already reached 100% of her level of indulgence at this moment. The only thing missing was that she finally realized that this was reality, not a dream.

Chapter 312 The Ultimate Humiliation

"Then let's call him big brother." Ilya was already used to calling him big brother, and the idea of ​​a new father was also strange.

However, Ilya also realized one thing: she had entered a new family. Since her mother had said so, and her mother seemed genuinely happy, Ilya naturally wouldn't object.

Of course… the scene before her eyes did influence Illya, making her believe that one should do such intimate things with someone they truly like. In a way, Illya was corrupted. Especially since the culprit who had corrupted Illya's mind in the original story was right next to her.

"Yes, Ilya-chan, you must watch carefully as your mother finally reaches that happiest moment~ and remember it firmly in your mind. That way, when you grow up, you will understand the beauty of it." The "Irisviel" in the black dress continued to whisper to Ilya, causing a layer of mist to cover Ilya's bright eyes.

"Ah...it's too deep...it's going to break..." On the other side, Irisviel looked up, staring blankly at the ceiling, as she was about to reach the final climax.

Wang Chong gripped Irisviel's wrist, pulling her along like a whip. Irisviel was forced to move with Wang Chong's pace, each step a mixture of intense pleasure and pain. Her long hair flew through the air, sweat dripping down her back. She was like a wild horse about to break free, untamed and unrestrained.

After countless high-speed thrusts, Wang Chong finally felt an itch on his tailbone, so he pressed Irisviel down onto the bed. He nestled close to Irisviel, looking at the beauty beneath him, and whispered in her ear, "Irisviel, are you ready for the final blow?"

Irisviel nodded vigorously, her face full of anticipation. Her legs exaggeratedly pulled back and locked onto Wang Chong's thighs, her beautiful feet pressing down on his buttocks, as if wanting him to ravage her even more forcefully.

Wang Chong took a deep breath and thrust into Irisviel's deepest point one last time. This thrust was more ferocious than any before, smashing open the city gate.

"Ah!!" Irisviel let out a piercing scream, her body trembling violently. A large amount of fluid gushed from her flower-like opening, drenching Wang Chong's desire.

Wang Chong, pushed to his limit by this sudden stimulation, gripped Irisviel's hand tightly, their fingers intertwined, and pressed his entire upper body against her jade-like back as he began his final thrusts. Each stroke was powerful and heavy, the bag slapping heavily against Irisviel's buttocks with a dull thud.

"I'm done, Alice!" Wang Chong roared, entering the city gate one last time and performing another top-down attack.

Irisviel felt a stream of boiling hot liquid pouring into her deepest part, her entire body overwhelmed by pleasure. She opened her mouth wide, but no sound came out, and her whole body convulsed violently.

After Wang Chong finished unleashing his magic, he collapsed onto Irisviel, utterly exhausted. He turned his head and saw that Irisviel's eyes were unfocused, and a trace of drool lingered at the corner of her mouth. An indescribable sense of satisfaction welled up inside him.

Then, seeing that the time was ripe, Wang Chong got up and completely dispelled the black mist, and the room began to return to its original state. The faint morning light shone into the room through the window. When the light fell on Irisviel's disheveled face, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

The gloom had passed, and reason began to return. The dim surroundings had dissipated, and the moment Irisviel came into contact with the light, she seemed to regain some clarity. Supporting herself slightly with her hands, she looked around the somewhat unfamiliar room, feeling a moment of disorientation.

"Where...where am I? It's not dark anymore...have I woken up from my dream?" Irisviel wondered, rubbing her groggy head. Yet the lingering pleasure in her body seemed to remind her that this wasn't reality, but a continuation of a dream.

"What's wrong? Irisviel, do you still want to continue?" A teasing voice sounded from behind. Irisviel let out a soft "hmm" and looked back, only to see Wang Chong still sitting there with his erection, scrutinizing her with a faint smile.

“Mr. Wang Chong…where is this? Aren’t we in hell? Why is there suddenly light…” Irisviel asked in confusion.

"Here? This is of course a room in the Sky Garden. Of course, this is the room I specially selected for you. How about it? Do you like it?" Wang Chong said with a smile.

"Eh? Hanging Garden?" The moment Irisviel heard this word, it was as if a bolt of lightning flashed through her mind, and her head, which had been groggy due to desire, became clear.

"What? Have you forgotten? Last night I managed to catch you from the air and bring you home. After that, I brought you back to this sky garden of mine. You may not know what happened during that part, since you were unconscious at the time," Wang Chong said with a smile.

"They caught me in mid-air... Isn't this a dream? Is this... is this reality?" For some reason, when Irisviel realized she was in reality, a sense of panic washed over her. If everything that had just happened was real... then someone, someone important, had appeared before her, and she had even said those words.

Wang Chong seemed to have seen through Irisviel's thoughts, and as if deliberately rubbing salt into the wound, he said, "Speaking of which, Mrs. Irisviel, I really didn't expect that you would be so infatuated with me. When I put you on the bed, you took the initiative to hug me and wouldn't let go, and then we had a great time until it was almost dawn."

“However… that’s not the boldest thing you’ve ever done, Madam. The boldest thing is that you said those things in front of Ilya-chan. Don’t you think so, Ilya?” Wang Chong said, smiling as he looked behind Irisviel.

Irisviel's face turned deathly pale instantly, and she stammered, "So, Ilya... she's not dead..."

"Why did Mom say Ilya died? Ilya has been here all along! And big brother, what new pretend game are you playing? Why does Mom look like she's about to cry?" At that moment, Ilya's innocent words rang out from behind Irisviel, causing Irisviel to tremble violently. She finally realized what an unforgivable mistake she had made.

This wasn't a dream… She had actually done such a thing in front of her real daughter. She had always fantasized that Ilya wasn't dead, fantasized about her daughter appearing safely before her one day. And now, her wish had come true, but… what was the price?

Wang Chong, however, viewed the scene with the same appreciation he would show for a work of art. This was precisely what Wang Chong wanted to achieve: from this moment on, the bottom line maintaining Irisviel's image as a virtuous wife and loving mother was completely shattered. This would not only bring Irisviel to that 100% state of depravity, but more importantly, it would ensure that Irisviel would not have much resistance when he later took Ilya into his possession.

Without a doubt, revealing that crazy side in front of her most beloved daughter was the greatest insult to Irisviel's dignity—the ultimate insult.

Irisviel couldn't utter a word. Knowing that Illya was alive and well, right behind her, should have been a cause for great joy. Why was she like this? Why was her heart filled with pain, fear, and panic?

Wang Chong stood up and said to Ilya with a smile, "It's alright, Ilya. Your mother probably twisted something and it hurts a bit. I'll blow on it and massage it and it'll be fine."

After saying that, Wang Chong approached Irisviel and reached out to touch her body, but then he heard a cry of alarm: "No...don't come any closer! Don't touch me!"

Irisviel covered her chest with one hand, sat down, and waved her hand repeatedly, trying to stop Wang Chong from touching her.

"How long are you going to keep putting on this act? I'm getting tired of it." Just then, a familiar voice rang out from behind Irisviel.

Chapter 313 Complete Submission

"How long are you going to keep putting on this act? I'm really tired of it."

A voice rang out from behind, but what surprised Irisviel wasn't the presence of the person behind her, but the fact that the voice sounded exactly like her own. Yes, it was the same phantom that had appeared before her repeatedly before, a figure Irisviel had always believed was merely a product of dreams.

But now I can hear the other person's voice. Could it be that the phantom is also...?

But before Irisviel could ponder for long, the truth was laid out before her. A woman who looked exactly like her had also climbed onto the bed, the only difference being that she had a somewhat devilish expression and was dressed in a black dress.

"Who...who are you! Why do you look exactly like me!" Irisviel's first thought was that the other person might be another artificial human prototype secretly created by the Einzbern family, one that she just happened to be unaware of. After all, the Einzbern family's artificial humans were all based on the Winter Saintess Justessa, so they all had similar facial features.

"What a foolish question. I am you, Irisviel. Except, I am the real Irisviel, the true Irisviel." Black Irisviel sneered, then directly embraced Wang Chong.

"The real...the true me?" Irisviel murmured, then shook her head and said, "Impossible, I am who I am, how could I be someone else?"

"Heh, you've probably forgotten about your body, haven't you? Remember the Holy Grail? Now take a good look at your body, is that thing still in your body?" Black Irisviel said with a smile.

Once reminded, Irisviel realized that her body felt better than ever before, without any of the weakness caused by the impending formation of the Holy Grail. Carefully examining her magic circuits, she discovered that her body had undergone a complete transformation.

"What... what's going on?" Irisviel had just finished speaking when she suddenly seemed to remember something and looked at Wang Chong in surprise.

"Finally remembered? Master is a man of his word, kiss~ mmm mmm... Ha, he has successfully given you a new body, and I am just the original body you abandoned." As Black Irisviel spoke, he actually hugged Wang Chong and began to kiss him passionately. After pulling out a strand of water, he turned to look at Irisviel kneeling on the bed and said.

"The original body... the new body..." Now Irisviel finally understood why there was another Irisviel. So... what was she now?

"Don't worry about all that. Just follow your desires, that's enough." Black Irisviel opened her mouth and began to lick Wang Chong's enormous desire.

Irisviel stared blankly at the unbelievable scene before her, momentarily at a loss for words. However, Black Irisviel's next words struck like a series of heavy hammer blows, shattering her last line of defense.

"Slurp—slurp… You don’t still think you can pretend nothing happened, do you? Your body, your soul, no longer belong to you. I am the remnant of your desires. The stronger your desire for your master, the more concentrated my consciousness becomes. Finally, with the help of your master and you, I successfully awakened from this old body. Pop~"

As Black Irisviel sucked and licked Wang Chong's member of desire, she continued with a hint of sarcasm, "You clearly crave it yourself, and even now I can smell the lustful stench emanating from you. Yet you put on this pitiful, tormented act for whom? For Ilya-chan? Do you want her to think her mother is suffering and live in fear?"

“Ugh…but…” Irisviel was speechless for a moment. She couldn’t tell whether the problem was with the two people in front of her or with herself.

"Hmph... Ilya-chan~ Do you want your other mother to be happy?" Seeing Irisviel still struggling, Black Irisviel stopped licking the large thing, turned to look at Ilya, and said with a smile.

“I want to…” Although Ilya didn’t understand what was going on, she immediately nodded when she heard her mother in black ask her that question.

"Then, would you like to see your big brother make your mom's face light up with happiness again?" Black Irisviel asked with a smile.

“Yes! Ilya wants to make Mommy happy,” Ilya said.

"Did you hear that? Ilya doesn't care anymore, so what are you still worried about?" Black Irisviel walked directly behind Irisviel and said with a smile.

"Waaah..." Hearing her daughter's innocent words, Irisviel felt a profound pang of guilt; she desperately wanted to end it all. But Black Irisviel wouldn't let her go. Black Irisviel smiled gently and slowly approached Irisviel. Her nimble, delicate fingers traced a trail of ticklish marks on Irisviel's snow-white neck. Irisviel involuntarily shivered, her breathing becoming rapid.

“Don’t be afraid, my other self,” Black Irisviel whispered comfortingly. “Relax, this is what you love most, isn’t it?”

Her fingers gently kneaded Irisviel's full, snowy breasts, eliciting a soft moan from the latter. Irisviel hadn't wanted to feel anything in front of her daughter, Ilya, but her body betrayed her, becoming increasingly aroused by Black Irisviel's touch.

“You see, your body is much more honest than your mouth,” Black Irisviel said quipped. “It keeps telling me that it craves more and more.”

Then, his other hand quietly reached between Irisviel's legs, gently caressing that secret place. Irisviel shuddered, a surge of heat rising from her lower abdomen and quickly engulfing her entire body. Her honeyed cave, under the caress of Black Irisviel for a short time, was once again wet, constantly secreting sweet juices.