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

Mordred trembled, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed over: "Ah... Fathers... It was too intense... I want... I want..."

Artoria lowered her head and kissed her daughter's lips, sealing her sweet moan between her teeth. At the same time, she and Artoria (Alter) tacitly quickened the rhythm of their caresses.

"Mordred, let's make you feel good together." Artoria parted her lips and spoke softly before taking her lips into her mouth.

"Heh, look at you, you're exactly the same as when I was conquered by your mother." Artoria chuckled, and then kissed Mordred in return.

Under the skillful caresses of the two men, Mordred quickly reached her climax, her body trembling violently, her moans muffled between her lips and teeth.

Wang Chong, watching from the side, was aroused to the point of throbbing pain; his weapon was already painfully hard. Seeing this erotic scene before him, he felt that this moment was even more exciting than if he were to participate himself.

“Alright, little brat, you’re ready. Ah Chong, lie down. I have some interesting new games to play with, want to try them?” Artoria [Alter] said with a teasing laugh.

"A new way to play?" Wang Chong lay down on the bed with great interest, his Noble Phantasm standing erect, looking extremely fierce. Meanwhile, Artoria and Artoria [Alter] glanced at Mordred, who was still somewhat dazed from climbing to the summit. They each grabbed Mordred's ankles, then wrapped her calves and thighs around her neck and hoisted her onto their shoulders. Their other hands supported Mordred's waist and buttocks, thus lifting her up.

"Father...Father? What are you doing?" Mordred's mind was still a little dizzy. She only felt herself being lifted up, her entire buttocks suspended in the air, supported by one hand each from Artoria and Artoria [Alter].

Wang Chong vaguely guessed what was going on, and with expectant eyes, he watched as the two women brought Mordred directly above his Noble Phantasm. Artoria and Artoria [Alter] knelt on either side of Wang Chong, aiming Mordred's spring at the erect Noble Phantasm below. The clear spring water dripped onto the pillar, creating a dazzlingly silvery scene.

As they descended to a certain position, the moment they made contact, Mordred felt as if she had been touched by static electricity, instantly clearing her mind. Looking down, she realized that she had just kissed her Master's Noble Phantasm, and then noticed that her two fathers had spread her legs wide open, lifting her into an M-shape onto Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm.

"Wait! Father! I can do it myself... I can do it myself!" Mordred panicked a little. If he were to be carried in, he would lose control of the rhythm of the movement.

"Heh, now you're saying you want to do it yourself? Don't you think it's too late, you little brat? If you had just let go earlier, we wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble ourselves." Artoria [Alter]'s lips curled into a mocking smile.

Artoria gently but firmly held Mordred's waist: "Alright, Mordred, relax. Let us help you."

Mordred felt the burning sensation beneath her and involuntarily twisted her waist, groaning, "Ah... Father... this... this will... this will break..."

"Don't worry, we're family now, how could we let you get hurt?" Artoria comforted him softly, while slowly adjusting Mordred's position.

Artoria (Alter) coordinated with Artoria's movements to ensure Mordred could accurately and smoothly swallow the target: "Look, we've hit the most sensitive spot."

As the two women moved, Mordred felt the scorching Noble Phantasm beneath her slowly forcing its way through her body. She couldn't help but let out a sweet moan: "Ah...it's...too big..."

Watching this sensual scene, Wang Chong felt his Noble Phantasm enveloped by a warm, tight touch, and couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh. The two kings' skillful movements and Mordred's shy reaction made the scene even more exciting.

“Mordred, you did a great job.” Artoria pinched Mordred’s plump buttocks and then said, “We will take good care of you.”

“Yes, little brat, let me see just how much you can take.” Artoria [Alter] quickened the pace of her movements.

The two women skillfully lifted Mordred's legs and supported his body as they began to move up and down. Each entry produced a dull thud, and each withdrawal made a sound like a cork being pulled out.

Mordred felt completely controlled by the three men, waves of pleasure washing over her, blurring her consciousness.

The two women, with perfect coordination, slowly pressed Mordred down, completely engulfing Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm. Mordred's waist involuntarily twisted, emitting sweet moans. Then, the two women lifted Mordred up again, maintaining her suspended position, and repeatedly moved her body up and down in this cycle. Each rise and fall allowed the Noble Phantasm to penetrate deeper, bringing even more intense pleasure.

“Look how tightly you’re biting Ah Chong.” Artoria looked at Mordred’s lower abdomen, only noticing the slight bulge that moved up and down.

Artoria (Alter) then matched Artoria's rhythm, increasing the speed of her ascent and descent, and said, "Heh, look at you, you little brat, you're even more lewd than I am."

Mordred tried to wriggle in shame, but was held firmly in place by the two kings. She could clearly feel the burning heat within her body and the constant waves of pleasure.

Artoria, supporting Mordred, gradually increased the pressure in rhythm with the music: "Can you feel it? Your garden has completely accepted Akatsuki."

Mordred felt like she was being roasted over a fire, wave after wave of pleasurable stimulation making it almost impossible for her to think. Her legs trembled involuntarily, and her toes curled up.

"Father... Master... I... I can't go on..." Mordred's voice was already choked with sobs.

“It’s still early, you little brat.” Artoria chuckled, continuing her actions.

Wang Chong could feel Mordred's body contracting with each contraction, the tightness bringing him immense pleasure. He moved in sync with the two women's movements, thrusting to the deepest point each time.

Mordred's moans grew louder and louder; her body had completely surrendered to this ecstasy. The impact of her two fathers and her Master made her feel as if she were being melted.

"Ah...I'm...I'm going to go..." Her voice was already trembling with sobs.

“Go, Mordred,” Artoria said gently. “Let us see all of you.”

Artoria (Alter) quickened her pace, finally pressing him heavily against her hips: "Come, let me see you reach the top again. Just accept everything about Ah Chong, you little brat."

Mordred could clearly feel the burning heat pulsating within her body; her body was completely under the control of her two fathers and Master. With a low growl, Wang Chong released his scalding essence deep within her.

"Ah! So hot... so much..." Mordred felt his body being filled, and his whole body went limp.

Artoria and Artoria (Alter) did not release her, but continued to maintain their connected position, allowing Wang Chong's magical essence to be completely blocked inside Mordred's body.

"Phew, I'm completely filled up by Ah Chong." Artoria looked at Mordred's infatuated look, and her own body suddenly became extremely hot. She rubbed her legs together, unable to hold back any longer.

"Little brat, you're satisfied, but we've been exhausted for so long. Aren't you even going to say thank you?" Artoria [Alter] said deliberately with a stern face. "Or do you want to experience something even more exciting next?"

Mordred felt a burning, fullness within her, nestled in the arms of the two kings, tears welling in her eyes. Hearing Altria's demonically terrifying words, she managed to lift her head and say, "Thank...thank you, Father."

"And Mother, aren't you going to thank your mother for your love and for bearing me the fruit?" As she spoke, Artoria [Alter] swayed Mordred's hips, which aroused him intensely.

"Waaah! Thank... thank you for your love, Mother... thank you for your seed." Mordred couldn't take the shock and blurted out.

Seeing Mordred obediently comply, Artoria [Alter] was satisfied and together they lifted Mordred up. Meanwhile, Wang Chong watched his magical essence slowly flow from Mordred, and another surge of adrenaline coursed through him, quickly triggering a new reaction.

Chapter Ninety-Five: Mordred's Filial Piety and Parental Love (Part Two)

Mordred was temporarily moved aside to lie down and rest. Meanwhile, Artoria [Alter] was in charge of cleaning.

"You mean... this is the method you've finally come up with for choosing the first person to accompany me into the new world?" After listening to Artoria's explanation, Wang Chong's expression turned strange, and he said, "This isn't another suggestion that Black Irisviel came up with on her own initiative, is it?"

“Yes, it was indeed Black Irisviel who proposed it. However, when she first suggested it, everyone, like you, thought it was a bit absurd. But upon closer reflection, when entering a new world and a new environment, strong strength, a sharp mind, and unwavering will and patience are all essential. Therefore, using this kind of duel to determine the winner is indeed convincing,” Artoria said earnestly.

"Are you sure... what does the longest mana replenishment time in a competition have to do with strength, intelligence, willpower, and patience? It seems like only patience is somewhat related, right?" Wang Chong said. "Besides, you should also know that the flow rate of time is different when I do that kind of thing, right?"

“We are naturally aware of that. That’s why we only use the time flow outside the room as the benchmark, and there will be a special referee team that doesn’t participate in the competition to accompany and adjudicate,” Artoria said. “However, considering the time issue for you in another world, we will use one night in reality as the assessment standard. Anyway, very few people can last a whole night; most people can’t keep going until two or three in the morning after you’ve kept them up.”

"You mean, not everyone will participate this time?" Wang Chong asked.

“Well, because many people understand the importance of being number one, it’s essential that they can actually help Ah Chong. Therefore, some people chose to give up and wait for more spots to become available later. Among those who gave up were: the three Gorgon sisters, Alice, Aoi, Leticia, and Jeanne. The rest of them participated,” Artoria said.

“Joan of Arc doesn’t really compete for these things, and Iris, Aoi, and Leticia probably think they can’t help. But what’s with the Gorgon sisters? Aren’t they the most enthusiastic about these kinds of competitions?” Wang Chong asked, puzzled.

“Stheno and Euryale simply didn’t want the trouble in the new world, and they didn’t like the environment of the new world you described. Medusa knew she couldn’t last long, so she gave up on her own,” Artoria explained.

“Okay, I understand now,” Wang Chong nodded and said.

"Are you two finished talking? If you're done, then I'll go second, no objections, right?"

While her alternate self was chatting with Wang Chong, Artoria (Alter) gracefully moved between Wang Chong's legs, leaned forward, and gently wrapped her long tongue around the liquid-covered Noble Phantasm. This was the cleaning work she had just been doing.

She skillfully swallowed and exhaled, her tongue meticulously exploring every corner, leaving no trace untouched. She savored the flavor. Seeing that Artoria and Wang Chong had finished their conversation, and that Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm was already incredibly hard, she naturally rose, kneeling above Wang Chong's waist, shifting to a frontal riding position. Holding Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm, she slowly sat down, fully absorbing it into her body.

"Hoo...this guy is really something to miss." After going all the way in, Artoria [Alter] revealed a satisfied and seductive look, and said with a light laugh, before starting to move slowly up and down.

“Alright, since you’re so eager to be the second one and take the initiative, then when it’s my turn, shouldn’t I also take the initiative, and even you have to listen to my arrangements?” Artoria said slowly.

"Hehe, interesting. Judging from your tone, it seems you have some exciting ways to play? I'd really like to experience that. Well... by the same token, the initiative is in my hands now, so shouldn't you follow my arrangements? So now you can't comfort yourself, so rely on the Queen to help you reach the peak~ Of course, if you want me to help you, that's not impossible either." Artoria [Alter] said with a smile.

"No need... Ha... Ah Chong, I'm entrusting it to you." Artoria took the initiative and slowly pressed her lips to Wang Chong's face, her vulva perfectly aligned with his lips. Wang Chong naturally understood Artoria's meaning and said with a smile, "Then I'll gladly accept your offer."

Then, Wang Chong grabbed Artoria's fleshy buttocks with both hands, pulled them down, and immediately stuck out his tongue to begin licking them meticulously.

"Mmm..." Artoria let out a satisfied sigh, covering her mouth with one hand, enjoying the pleasure brought by Wang Chong's skillful tongue.

Mordred lay to the side, her head tilted as she gazed at the scene before her. The lingering afterglow of the previous encounter still made her feel numb and unable to move. From her perspective, Artoria's elegant posture contrasted sharply with Artoria [Alter]'s somewhat rough movements, both providing an intense visual stimulation.

Artoria felt Wang Chong's tongue exploring inside her, and couldn't help but increase the amplitude of her hip movements: "Like this...deeper..."

The room was filled with the ambiguous sounds of water and blush-inducing gasps, as the four of them enjoyed this absurd yet wonderful pleasure.

"Hmm... Alter, it seems you're in a hurry more than I thought." Artoria felt the movements of Wang Chong's tongue beneath her and lazily looked at her other self, who was accelerating.

Artoria [Alter] was currently heaving dramatically, each time completely engulfing Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm. Deep in pleasure, she involuntarily tilted her head back, stretching her neck, veins bulging. The speed of her hip movements increased, sweat sliding down her graceful curves. Then, Artoria [Alter] looked back at her other self, who was already dripping wet, and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Heh, my other self, aren't you the same? You're all wet from Chong's tongue."

"Hmm...indeed..." Artoria swayed her hips gently, pressing herself closer to Wang Chong's lips. "His tongue is amazing...it always finds the most sensitive spots..."

“But as a king, I cannot easily admit defeat.” Artoria responded to the attacks from below while indulging in pleasure. She could feel Wang Chong licking her while inserting two fingers and digging deeper, the electric-like stimulation making her hips twist more and more exaggeratedly.

Artoria's pupils blurred with desire, and her breathing quickened. Her movements grew increasingly wild; each time she completely absorbed Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm, she would twist her waist in a final rotation, thoroughly grinding the deepest walls of her being before releasing it. Artoria's face was flushed; her regal composure had long since crumbled.

"Ugh! Ah Chong... your... your skills are still so superb." Artoria's voice was tinged with a seductive hue, yet she maintained her elegant demeanor. She swayed her slender waist, letting herself sink deeper into this ultimate pleasure.

A viscous, wet sound emanated from the point where the two Heroic Spirits were joined, mingling with the sounds of flesh colliding and echoing in the room. Artoria's movements grew increasingly violent, her rationality being replaced by desire in her eyes.

"Come on, let's see how long you can last." Artoria [Alter] smiled alluringly, bringing her face closer to Artoria's. While moving rhythmically, their hands intertwined. Then, Artoria [Alter] suddenly lowered her head, their lips meeting, exchanging breaths.

The deep kiss nearly made Artoria lose her balance, but she quickly regained her rhythm and continued to move her hips in rhythm with Wang Chong's licking and probing. Her juices flowed continuously, all of which Wang Chong accepted.

Two similar yet somewhat different figures intertwined, one elegant and noble, the other wild and untamed. As their movements intensified, their panting grew louder, foreshadowing their impending climax.

Hearing the sounds of Artoria and the other woman kissing overhead, Wang Chong couldn't help but imagine their lips entwined. This intensified his desire, making him no longer willing to remain passive.

He began to thrust his hips upwards, forcefully ramming into Artoria's tight, honeyed orifice. Each impact struck precisely at her vitals, causing even this arrogant king to let out a broken groan.

"Hmm... Ah Chong... We agreed that I would be the one to make the move... Really, do you have to conquer me like a husband? Hmph... Fine, you are my queen, and I am your wife, so please... Hmm! Take us both to the peak of ecstasy." Artoria [Alter] naturally noticed the sudden increase in pace and the intense stimulation below her, panting as she spoke. Then, she continued to immerse herself in a passionate kiss with Artoria.

Wang Chong increased the frequency, while continuing to tease Artoria's clitoris with his tongue and fingers. The stimulation from both sides caused both women to involuntarily tighten their internal muscles, giving him an even stronger sense of pleasure.

“Haa… Ah Chong… Faster…” Artoria said intermittently.

"I, too, will... use force..." Artoria [Alter] also began to meet the impact.

After hundreds of thrusts, Wang Chong finally reached his climax. He thrust deeply, pouring all the thick magical essence into Altria's body. Waves of scalding white fluid gushed out, crashing directly against her sensitive gates.

"Ah...too much...it's so hot..." Artoria [Alter] tilted her head back, her perfect neck tracing a beautiful arc. Her honeyed cave contracted spasmodically, greedily sucking in every drop of essence.

At the same time, Wang Chong didn't forget to take care of Artoria in front of him. His tongue and fingers stirred in the already overflowing secret passage, and under this stimulation, Artoria also reached her peak.

"Ugh... Ah Chong... there..." Artoria murmured, as a clear spring gushed forth, splashing onto Wang Chong's face.

The two Artorias trembled as they embraced, warm currents surging within them. Wang Chong's essence continued to flow in, causing a slight bulge in Artoria's (Alter's) lower abdomen.

"You're really greedy..." Wang Chong said with a light laugh, while making several more trips to deliver all the remaining stock.

The two Artorias held hands tightly, immersed in ultimate pleasure. Milky white fluid slowly flowed from between their legs, leaving a damp stain on the bed.

Despite having already unleashed it once, Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm remained resilient. He planned to savor these two peerless kings a few more times while the afterglow was still lingering.

Chapter Ninety-Six: Mordred's Filial Piety and Parental Love (The End)

"Damn it... I never expected that the other me, who prides himself on being noble and virtuous, would actually pull a fast one on me here. Whew... Whew..."

At this moment, Artoria [Alter] adopted a dog-crawl posture, spreading her arms and legs to support her body, and trying to keep her back in a horizontal line.

"Keep your word, Alter. Besides, even I have used tricks before. If you fell for it, it just means you're too arrogant. Just be my and Ah Chong's mount." At this moment, Artoria had a relieved smile on her face as she watched Wang Chong sit on her white waist, which was covered by black gauze. She was also eager to try sitting on it herself.

“Heh, of course I keep my word. I can understand letting the two of you ride on my back. But what are you planning to do with this little brat lying beneath me?” Artoria [Alter] looked down at Mordred and said.

At this moment, Mordred was lying on the bed, her head facing the opposite direction from Altria's, directly facing the secret garden that was dripping white liquid. The liquid dripped onto Mordred's face, making her feel sticky, but she was too nervous to move at all.

"I just didn't want you to be sitting on me like this. It's getting too boring keeping you in this position. What's wrong? Are you starting to get scared of Mordred?"

Artoria knelt beside Wang Chong and Artoria (Alter), her hands resting on Wang Chong's thighs. Her jade-like hands grasped Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm and poked and prodded it, her slender fingers nimbly striking the Noble Phantasm like plucking a string. Occasionally, she would gently rub it with her fingertips, and sometimes she would spit saliva into her palms, then place them on the Noble Phantasm and carefully wipe it until it shone with a glossy sheen.

"...How suspicious, are you trying to provoke me? But as I said before, I'll be watching. In that case, I'll see what kind of entertainment my other self has prepared for me. Until then, I'll take good care of the little brat." Artoria [Alter] chuckled, her waist strength allowing her to carry both of them even without using her hands for support.

Therefore, her hands went straight to Mordred's secret garden, and her fingers began to stimulate the jade bead at the top, causing Mordred to let out a sweet, delicate cry, her voice trembling as she said, "Black Father... Father, wait... wait, it's too stimulating... ugh!!"

"Hmph, you little brat, since I can't toy with the other me and your mother, I'll have to start with you." Artoria [Alter] swayed slightly, her snow-white breasts bobbing back and forth beneath a nearly transparent black veil. As she swayed, a few drops of white fluid flowed from her secret garden, this time dripping directly into Mordred's mouth as she moaned softly, almost choking her.

"Whatever makes you happy." Seeing that Mordred and her other self were already playing around, it was time for Artoria to enjoy the main course. Artoria stood up, also resting on Artoria [Alter]'s waist. However, this time Artoria sat on Wang Chong's lap, leaning back against him. Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm swayed between Artoria's legs, the shaft rubbing against her entrance, creating tiny splashes of water.

Artoria held the Noble Phantasm in both hands as if she were manipulating her own Noble Phantasm, the "Extreme Curry Stick." Her slender fingers enveloped the "Extreme Curry Stick," gently kneading it in a rhythmic, undulating motion. Each grip was perfect, neither too loose to slip off nor too tight to cause pain. She sometimes quickened the pace, sometimes slowed down, pleasing Wang Chong in different ways.

Soon, glistening nectar overflowed from the tip, stretching into silvery strands between Artoria's delicate hands. Accompanied by increasingly rapid breathing, her movements became more skillful and practiced. Her palms rubbed against the smooth surface, while her fingertips continuously stimulated the most sensitive spots.

“Hmm…it seems the time has come…” Artoria bit her lip and stood up from Wang Chong’s lap. She parted her legs slightly, aligning her vulva with the erect weapon, and slowly lowered her waist.

At first, it was just a tentative exploration, but then it went all the way in one go. The narrow passage was fully stretched open, and every inch of the folds was smoothed out. A tingling sensation spread from the point of contact, causing both of them to let out a satisfied sigh.

After a moment of adjustment, Artoria began a slow, rhythmic movement. She swayed her hips, letting the hard shaft swirl and churn inside her. Each rise and fall released a wisp of fluid, shimmering softly in the candlelight.

As pleasure intensified, her movements grew increasingly vigorous. Her sweat-drenched body flushed a pale pink, and the golden strands of hair swayed on either side of her face. The figure below moved his hips in rhythm with her, ensuring that each union reached its deepest and most intense depth.

The sounds of slapping echoed in the room, mingled with the low moans of a man and a woman. Artoria arched her neck, her back arching like an elegant swan. She stretched out her arms as if to grasp something, but there was nothing there. In the end, she could only clutch tightly to the draped curtains in front of her, enduring wave after wave of intoxicating pleasure.

A series of whispered words reached Artoria's ears, and the passionate murmurs ignited a flame within her. Her golden eyes deepened, and her fingers traced the petals of Mordred.

"Hehe, listen to how beautiful your voices are." Artoria [Alter] deliberately leaned close to Mordred's ear and whispered, while increasing the pressure of her caresses. Her index finger gently pressed against the engorged bud, while the other four fingers penetrated deep into the valley.

Mordred was already tormented and confused by the stimulation. She had been aroused by the sounds of pleasure from the two above her, and now, being so defiled by Artoria [Alter], she was completely unable to control herself. Soft moans escaped uncontrollably from her lips: "Ah... Father... no..."

Altria's other free finger moved upwards along the girl's flat abdomen, lingering on her breasts. The lovely buds gradually hardened under her teasing, becoming even more vibrant than before.

The sounds from above grew increasingly frequent. Each time Artoria sat down deeply, she would let out a sweet moan, and Wang Chong would groan in response. These sounds amplified the aphrodisiac effect in Artoria's ears.

As Mordred listened to the sounds, erotic images flashed through her mind. She imagined her "father" pleasing a man beneath her, and a surge of heat rose within her. Her legs involuntarily tightened, trying to relieve the unbearable itching through the fingers of another "father."

"Look at you, you're already soaking wet down there. But you little brat, you have quite the appetite. Just now, during the time I was making love with your mother, you absorbed all the seeds she gave you, and you haven't even dug them out yet," Artoria [Alter] said with a light laugh, her slender fingertips covered in sticky fluid, which she waved in Mordred's sight. Then she inserted two fingers into the secret passage again, quickly moving them in and out.

Pleasure surged through her like a tidal wave, and Mordred felt as if she were caught in a raging storm. She tried to close her legs for shelter, but Artoria (Alter) forcibly spread them apart. More and more fluid gushed from her private parts, staining the sheets with an ambiguous wetness.

Artoria leaned slightly forward under Wang Chong's impact, her slender arms reaching down over her waist. Her fingers roamed over her black gauze dress until they touched the secret place of another version of herself.