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

"Hmph! Now you know pain, and all you know is to come up with these lousy ideas! I'll punish you too." Black Jeanne crossed her arms over her chest, covering her two red nipples. Her breasts, squeezed between her arms, looked like snow rabbits ready to jump out at any moment.

As if still not satisfied, Jeanne d'Arc Alter stomped hard on the bag with her left foot, making Wang Chong feel as if his soul had been struck. Then she rubbed her feet together vigorously, causing Wang Chong to gasp repeatedly.

Seemingly not wanting to see Wang Chong suffer because of her, or perhaps for some other reason, Joan of Arc crawled directly towards Wang Chong's genitals. Just as Black Joan of Arc was wondering why Joan of Arc was crawling over there, Joan of Arc gathered her hair, closed her eyes shyly, and stuck out her tongue, letting her saliva drip down, directly onto his genitals.

"Hey! You...you...what are you spitting on here for?!" Jeanne Alter looked surprised and disgusted, startling her so much that she immediately pulled her legs away from her manhood. Unfortunately, even though Jeanne Alter pulled her legs back quickly, her feet were still covered in a lot of Jeanne's saliva, which drove her a little crazy.

“Um… I saw that Mr. Chong was in a bit of pain, so I used saliva to lubricate him. I always do this when I’m footing, otherwise it will make Master uncomfortable. Didn’t you know?” Jeanne scratched her head a little embarrassedly, then asked.

"Ah...this..." Jeanne Alter admitted she genuinely didn't know using her feet directly would be so unpleasant, and had never considered lubrication. After all, this was her first time trying wrestling. Jeanne Alter even had a strange feeling: Seriously, which one of us is the corrupted version, me or you? How come you, a pure and innocent saint, have unlocked more positions and are more skilled than me?

"I...of course I know. I just didn't want to use your saliva...Yes! I haven't forgiven you yet. Master created an opportunity, and not only did you not have anything to say to me, you even acted as if it was your right to steal my food." Jeanne Alter finally remembered this incident 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?" Jeanne Alter was taken aback when she heard this and asked.

A few minutes later...

"Will this... really work?"

At this moment, Joan of Arc lay prone on the bed, her posture graceful and beautiful. Her limbs rested lightly on the soft mattress, her waist slender as a willow, her skin as white as snow. She tried her best to keep her back straight, like an elegant swan. Black Joan of Arc lay quietly on Joan of Arc's smooth back, her buttocks pressed against Joan of Arc's back, their graceful curves intertwined, creating a beautiful and moving picture.

Two stunning beauties lay face to face, their soft bodies intertwined, a delicate fragrance filling the air. Black Joan of Arc's arms were clasped behind her back, supporting herself on Joan's fragrant shoulders, her eyes filled with curiosity and nervousness. Their two flawless bodies nestled together.

Wang Chong held Jeanne d'Arc's delicate ankles in his hands, his expression a mixture of cunning and fervor. He would sometimes stand with his feet together, his body straight, and sometimes slightly bend his knees, allowing his enormous member to slide back and forth between the two beauties' petals. He controlled the rhythm, sometimes as gentle as a feather's touch, sometimes as fierce as a storm. The burning sensation caused Jeanne d'Arc to involuntarily twist her waist, letting out low, panting breaths.

“How about this, use Joan of Arc as your bed. Press Joan of Arc down on top of you and make her endure your weight and impact. Isn’t that the best punishment?” Wang Chong said, while winking at Joan of Arc who was turning her head to peek.

"This feeling... is so shameful... can't we change it?" Joan of Arc pleaded, understanding Wang Chong's meaning.

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

"Oh dear, Joan of Arc has come to beg for your forgiveness; she'll definitely do everything in her power to do so," Wang Chong said with a smile.

"Okay... let's do it that way then. Ugh... I feel a little nervous, like I'm about to fall," Jeanne Alter said involuntarily.

"Heh heh, you should also be careful, Black Jeanne. If Jeanne doesn't shake and you fall down first, then you can't blame Jeanne. Instead, you'll have to accept her apology unconditionally." Wang Chong said with a smug look on his face.

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

Jeanne d'Arc Alter was about to say something, but Wang Chong didn't give her a chance to speak. The huge object skillfully aimed and entered her directly, instantly interrupting Jeanne d'Arc Alter's thoughts.

"It's a lie, right... If it gets this intense right from the start... it's going to feel weird!"

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

Normally, Jeanne d'Arc Alter was always gentle and sweet in her lover's admiration, never as rough as she was now. Therefore, even when she was in a state of blissful abandon, sharing her body and soul with Wang Chong, she still managed to maintain the shy demeanor befitting a young girl—at least on the surface.

Everything changed completely. The intense impact forced even the proud Jeanne d'Arc in Black to sway her head, her exquisite body yielding to the man's onslaught. Her graceful form twisted and turned, and she almost fell off Jeanne's buttocks. In her eyes, this man was simply repaying her for everything she had done before, trying to make her feel the same way she had been served.

Unexpectedly, despite the rather rough movements, the impact and unfamiliar tingling sensation from her lower body gave Jeanne Alter a feeling of irresistible urge, as if she had truly entered a blissful paradise, awakening her instincts and the purest source of pleasure.

Meanwhile, Jeanne could only silently endure the frenzied pleasure emanating from her back, straining her body to prevent herself from falling to the ground. But this very effort only fueled the strange and intense desire for conquest in the man behind her, causing his movements to become increasingly ferocious. In the end, it was Jeanne d'Arc herself who was left suffering, enduring relentless attacks and wanton conquests.

Accompanied by a flurry of passionate whispers, Joan of Arc, who had been enduring with her eyes closed, finally turned her head, slowly raising her beautiful, flushed face to look at the Black Joan of Arc, who was now completely absorbed in pleasure, her expression one of wanton abandon. As the man tirelessly plowed her like an ox, the vibrations emanating from him continuously stirred Joan of Arc's long-dormant desires. The intense, unbearable sensation made her eyes gradually blur, and she felt a warm, moist fluid gathering between her legs.

Not only that, but Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who looked exactly like her, was already flushed, her beautiful eyes half-open, and her mouth slightly parted under the intense impact. Her beautiful eyes were so hazy that they seemed to be dripping with water, making her look extremely charming.

"Ha, Jeanne Alter, I didn't expect that your tense state would make me feel so comfortable."

As Wang Chong spoke, he twisted his waist even more vigorously. Such vigorous movements naturally overwhelmed Black Jeanne, whose snow-white skin flushed crimson with passion, and whose soft hands restlessly caressed Jeanne's back, revealing her bewildered state. However, she knew that her stability at this moment depended entirely on the tightly intertwined points and her hands supporting her body; if she relaxed, she might fail completely.

But the overwhelming pleasure had already filled her mind, leaving no energy to maintain her balance. Maintaining her current state was already an immense challenge. Suddenly, Wang Chong thrust the tip of his dragon deep into Jeanne d'Arc's core, each impact grinding against her with meticulous care. The tingling, aching, and throbbing sensation drove Jeanne d'Arc mad. Her legs, forced wide apart, suddenly spread her toes wide, displaying unparalleled ecstasy.

"Again, more intense... Master, it's so wonderful..." Before she knew it, Jeanne d'Arc Alter uttered words that were sure to captivate the heart, which then triggered Wang Chong's even wilder actions, pushing her to the peak of their lovemaking.

"I, I... I'm coming!! Master, I want it again..." Jeanne d'Arc Alter's voice was almost a scream, and her body began to convulse. Just as she was about to reach her climax, Wang Chong suddenly pulled out his massive member, causing her to stop abruptly halfway through. This sense of loss and emptiness made her tremble uncontrollably, and her juices gushed out uncontrollably, leaving a messy stain at the point where the two were joined.

However, something even more unexpected happened next—Wang Chong turned to Joan of Arc beneath him. It turned out that Joan of Arc could no longer restrain herself. Although her eyes were tightly closed, the charm on her pretty face was very bright and moving. Even her delicate red lips were slightly parted, as if she was longing for further intimate contact.

Such an alluring posture naturally aroused Wang Chong's deepest desire, so he decisively thrust his spear straight in.

"W-How did you suddenly come in! Waaah... I can't stop my back!"

The sudden entry into this state ignited Joan of Arc's long-suppressed desires, causing her to gasp in surprise. When Wang Chong's burning gaze fell upon her, Joan of Arc smiled with satisfaction, as if she had accomplished some kind of mission.

"Hahaha, Joan of Arc, why are you making that face? You're clearly being punished, but judging from the current situation, is it Black Joan of Arc being punished or Joan of Arc herself? It's probably about the same thing."

As Wang Chong spoke with veiled implications, he glanced at the area where they were joined together before focusing on the piston-like motion, firmly controlling the position on the massive object.

"No...don't say that! I just...waited...waited too long. But I still can't let Jeanne Alter fall...ouch! My stomach...my stomach is going to be pierced!"

Joan of Arc turned to look at her ever-energetic and spirited lover. She could no longer maintain her usual gentle and pure demeanor; her eyes sparkled with hearts as she swayed her hips in response to Wang Chong's advances. He kept saying he wouldn't let Black Joan fall, but his actions made it seem as if he almost wanted her to tumble down.

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

Jeanne Alter, enduring the rising heat, unbearable itching, and emptiness in her body, said...

"Don't rush, my precious Jeanne Alter. I can't favor one of you over the other; I have to treat you both equally." Wang Chong said as he began his assault. As the rhythm intensified, the sounds of his thrusts grew louder and louder, echoing throughout the room for a long time.

"Pfft puff..."

The sound of rushing water was incredibly tempting, almost sinful. Wang Chong, like a ravenous beast, devoured his prey, savoring every drop of juice. Meanwhile, Joan of Arc was in no better shape; her forehead was covered in sweat, her eyes glazed over. Her mouth was slightly open, drool dripping down her chin, soaking her beautifully curved neck.

However, more striking than any of these things was the wisps of white spring water emanating from their point of connection, emitting a unique fragrance. Clearly, under Wang Chong's influence, Joan of Arc had reached the pinnacle of pleasure.

The thick, long battering ram moved in and out rapidly, each time almost breaching the innermost gate and penetrating the interior. Wang Chong's skill was adept, his rhythm ever-changing, causing Joan of Arc's delicate body to tremble uncontrollably.

"I can't take it anymore... I want it too..." Joan of Arc groaned intermittently, her snowy buttocks instinctively responding to the man's thrusts, her limbs gradually becoming weak and powerless.

Wang Chong saw that she was nearing her limit and intensified his attack. He held Joan of Arc's slender waist and thrust violently. His huge head repeatedly crushed against her tender gate, and countless drops of white fluid overflowed from their point of union, wetting their genitals and thighs.

However, Wang Chong also abruptly stopped at the crucial moment, just like when he dealt with Jeanne d'Arc Alter, stopping precisely at the brink of his climax. Then, he straightened his legs and suddenly thrust into the hot hole of Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who had been watching the show for a long time with a resentful expression.

"Ouch!! Master... That was too sudden! Ouch—my head." The shock caused Jeanne Alter to lean back, her head slamming directly into Jeanne d'Arc's head, causing both of them to wince in pain.

Wang Chong smiled knowingly and continued his journey between the two stunning beauties. Whenever he was about to reach his climax inside Jeanne d'Arc (Black), he would suddenly withdraw and enter Jeanne d'Arc (Lower)'s vagina. Then, just as Jeanne d'Arc was about to reach her climax, he would switch back. He repeated this alternating motion.

The two women were clearly caught in a rut by Wang Chong's methods; each time their desire was about to reach its peak, it wouldn't disappear but would instead build up to the next. Ultimately, under Wang Chong's influence, their rationality was completely extinguished, and they began to go mad.

"Master... my dear Master, please stop torturing me, I can't take it anymore," Jeanne Alter said, her voice trembling with tears.

"Chong-jun... please don't stop... Joan of Arc truly knows she was wrong. Let me go... please." Joan of Arc pleaded repeatedly.

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

"Ugh! I... I was wrong to not control my emotions. I shouldn't have been so harsh on Jeanne Alter..." After being slapped, Jeanne seemed to sober up a bit and understood what Wang Chong meant, so she replied.

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

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

Wang Chong wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he looked at Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who was being penetrated, and thrust into her at the deepest point before stopping. He said, "And you, Jeanne d'Arc Alter, don't you have anything to say?"

"Ah... Ugh... Wh... What? How does this have to do with me? Wasn't it Jeanne d'Arc who apologized?" Black Jeanne d'Arc asked, puzzled.

"Really? If that's the case, then you can forget about going today. I have an even more amazing set for you to try."

Wang Chong placed Black Jeanne's legs on his shoulders, his massive member grinding against the deepest part of her, then placed his hands two fingers below her navel and pressed down hard.

"Ugh!" Jeanne Alter's legs trembled uncontrollably! She felt her body reach its peak in an instant, but it was as if she was locked up by something, unable to release it. Before, it was just a fleeting feeling, but now Jeanne Alter was experiencing this sensation for a long time. It was like riding a roller coaster between heavenly bliss and hellish pain. Jeanne Alter felt like her brain was about to explode.

"And now?" Wang Chong asked.

"Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong!! Master... Waaah... Don't do this anymore, I can't take it anymore... I... Ah!!" Jeanne Alter felt like she couldn't even speak clearly, and her eyes began to roll back.

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 two… have both made two big mistakes.” After Wang Chong pulled the giant object out, he walked directly to the faces of Black Jeanne and Jeanne, squatted down, and stroked their heads.

"Firstly, you're all imposing your own ideas on each other, even on the children. But ideas are something that can be spread, not imposed. Because people are ultimately different, and they will all make their own choices. And that's the root of your mistakes. Jeanne d'Arc was wrong, and so are you, Black Jeanne. You're both too radical and extreme, do you understand?"

After listening, both women nodded, realizing the mistake they had made in this matter.

“As for the second thing… it’s that you guys made me very unhappy. Especially you, Black Jeanne…” Wang Chong shook his head and said, “Actually, I didn’t intend to bring this up from the beginning. I just hoped that we could just do what we were supposed to do on this big bed, and that would be enough.”

"Let's wash away all the troubles and unpleasantness of the past with this joy. Afterwards, you can talk about it however you want, I won't interfere. I hope you can transition naturally. But Jeanne Alter, you keep holding on to this, forcing me to find ways to interfere, even doing unpleasant things in this place that should only be filled with joy and happiness."

"Now... can you understand how I felt when I originally wanted to have a great time with you, but because I had to resolve the conflict between the two of you, I couldn't fully immerse myself in the experience, and I was stuck like this, half-hearted and stuck?"

After Wang Chong finished speaking, he returned to the location of their flower cave, aimed his huge member at them again, and said, "So... what is your answer now?"

"I'm sorry, Master (Chong-kun)." Both Jeanne Alter and Jeanne d'Arc 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 Jeanne go first. She’s been carrying me for so long… and this time it was my own willfulness that caused this.” Black Jeanne’s voice lowered as she gave the opportunity to Jeanne.

"No, no, let Jeanne Alter go first. I'm actually fine... and I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on after I'm done." Jeanne Alter also stepped aside.

"Alright, it seems you've both thoroughly reflected on your actions. In that case, how could I let my two precious wives down? Time to control!" In an instant, Wang Chong began to adjust his body speed, and then—began to bend and straighten his legs repeatedly.

Wang Chong's enormous member began to move rapidly in and out of the two flower caves, neither making the two beauties wait too long nor giving them a chance to catch their breath.

"Ah—" Both of them let out a sweet moan, and their long, beautiful legs began to tremble, as if they could not withstand Wang Chong's stormy onslaught.

And so, Wang Chong began his back-and-forth thrusting. One moment he would plunge into the fleshy hole of Black Joan of Arc above, pumping vigorously; the next he would thrust into the body of Joan of Arc below, galloping rapidly. Although the two orifices were similar in shape, their unique warm and moist sensations still excited Wang Chong immensely.

He greedily savored these two rare treasures, enjoying their intermittent moans and listening to their different breaths. His hands roamed over their bodies, kneading their full breasts, caressing their round buttocks, and even reaching between their breasts to rub them, eliciting even more melodious moans.

Under such extreme dual stimulation and accelerated impact, Wang Chong quickly felt that he was almost at peace, so he increased the speed of his thrusts, continuously ramming the deepest part of their passage with his front end.

The repeated impacts on the city gates brought the two beauties to the brink of madness. Although Jeanne Alter was passive, she was pushed to the peak of desire with each entry and exit. Jeanne, on the other hand, appeared more wanton, not only responding passionately but also actively lifting her buttocks to demand more.

The three people's panting and groans mingled together, echoing in the bedroom for a long time.

Wang Chong's movements grew faster and stronger, rapidly moving back and forth between the two passages, drawing out viscous liquid. Finally, after a deep penetration, Wang Chong let out a low roar, releasing his thick essence alternately into the deepest part of Shuang Zhen's body.

"Aaaaaahh ...

At the same time, under intense stimulation, both Jeanne Alter and Jeanne d'Arc reached their final climax, emitting melodious sounds of passion. The desire that had accumulated from several near-climaxes that had been abruptly halted finally erupted all at once.

"Ah...so comfortable...I'm going to fly..." Jeanne d'Arc Alter's eyes were hazy, her lips were slightly parted, and her little tongue unconsciously licked the corner of her mouth, displaying a completely seductive appearance.

Joan of Arc below was in no better shape, collapsing onto the bed along with Black Joan of Arc. Her lower abdomen convulsed uncontrollably, her vaginal canal spasming and contracting, squeezing out Wang Chong's remaining massive member. White fluid flowed down from her opening, forming a small lake on the bed.

Two stunning beauties stood side by side, like two jade discs, completely naked, their skin gleaming with a pale, luminous glow. A stream of fluid flowed from their bodies, trickling down their curves and leaving scattered spots on the sheets. Their breathing was still rapid, punctuated by intermittent moans, their faces etched with ecstasy and satisfaction.

Wang Chong stood aside, admiring his masterpiece with satisfaction. The past few hours of unrestrained pleasure had left him feeling refreshed and invigorated. Looking at the two beauties entwined before him, an unprecedented sense of conquest welled up within him.

He bent down and kissed their foreheads, then slowly climbed between them, embracing one in each arm. The feeling of having them on both sides was wonderful, and he couldn't help but smile with ecstasy.

"Get some rest. The night is still long. I'll help you completely forget those unpleasant things. And from now on, you two should get along well, understand?" Wang Chong said gently.

"Mmm..." The two petite women nestled in Wang Chong's arms.

Chapter 398 Extra Chapter 2: Black Alice's Surprise (Part 1)

(This happened shortly after Black Alice was sexually assaulted.)

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

In the study, Black Alice was writing in her diary, beginning to narrate her own story.

“I am grateful to my master for giving me a new life and a name, even though I was born from that lady. But like that black Joan of Arc, I am ultimately different from that lady. I have an independent personality and can do what I like. For that alone, I am already very satisfied…”

"But my master treated me just like his other beloved wives, constantly embracing and showering me with affection. Even after my body transformed into the Holy Grail and returned to the Greater Grail, he reshaped a new body for me. This body can even be integrated into my master's power, allowing me to enjoy the blessings of his power at all times..."

"However, it is precisely because of this that I am also very troubled. There is never a world where one takes without giving back. Especially as the embodiment of all evil in this world, I know the ugliness of human nature. My master is very good to me, but my master is also a human being. Not to mention that from beginning to end I can feel the evil aura emanating from my master. Ah, it is so fascinating and intoxicating to 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 Aili stopped writing here, her brows furrowed deeply as she pondered what she should do to truly please Wang Chong on a spiritual level.

"This body of mine alone isn't enough... Right after I was taken in, I had my master take my first blood from this new body... Maybe I should go around and see if I can find some inspiration~" Black Alice closed her diary and started humming a little tune as she wandered around.

First, Black Alice started wandering into the servants' rooms. These servants usually loved doing "that kind of thing" with their masters, and they were incredibly competitive. You could say they were obsessed with pleasing their masters.

Therefore, Black Alice wanted to learn from them and see if they had any novel ideas.

The result, however, left Black Alice somewhat disheartened. Nowadays, Servants were mostly focusing on techniques and silver tongue, but because they were so focused on it, they had become somewhat homogenized. In other words, Black Alice felt that while these skills might please her master, Wang Chong, they didn't bring him that sense of novelty or excitement.

Black Alice hoped to use novelty to bring her master an unprecedented experience. Since there was no experience to be had with the Servants, Black Alice could only set her sights on the remaining non-Servants.

"Hmm? You're asking about good ways to please Chong? Isn't that simple? Just keep doing it. It's so great when you're with Chong~ The best time was when we stayed connected for three days and three nights straight. Hehe, although I felt like I was going crazy that time, and I caused a lot of trouble for everyone. But now, thinking back on it, I'm still a little scared."

"That's what the incredibly resilient True Ancestor Princess said." However, it's important to note that the three days and three nights she mentioned were real three days and three nights, not the three days and three nights of the sex scene. During those three days and three nights, Wang Chong was using his time management skills the entire time, so no one knows exactly how long the True Ancestor Princess was subjected to; all that's known is that after that incident, the princess was in a dazed, laughing state 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've only been with Mr. Wang Chong a few times, and a few times it was with the Holy Maiden. Ugh...sometimes I feel like I'm the Holy Maiden's dowry maid. But Mr. Wang Chong is always considerate of my feelings, and he's even ambushed me a few times...but actually I know very well that a wild girl like me, if I didn't resemble the Holy Maiden, how could I be worthy of Mr. Wang Chong...sigh, Mr. Wang Chong is really gentle."

"That's what Leticia, the nobody here, said. Looking at her shy and insecure appearance, she ended up being the one trying to make her happy. What good advice could such a love-struck girl possibly give her?"