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

Back in the present, when Mary saw that terrifying creature, she couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Can a man's thing... really be this big?"

Mary couldn't help but think.

For a moment, she couldn't help but recall her memories of her "incompetent" husband, sighed slightly, and stopped thinking about it.

Her Servant Mary is merely a figure summoned from the records of the Throne of Heroes; she is Mary, but not the Mary of history.

Apart from the memories of Mary that the suppressor instilled in her, she is now no different from any other girl at the age of first love.

Naturally, every girl of this age longs for her crush to be brave, fearless, and charming.

And now, Mary has found her true love. She is absolutely certain of it. Especially when she saw that ferocious creature, her body's instincts reminded her that it was the one with whom she should procreate.

"Little cake, what's wrong? Are you engrossed in what you're looking at?"

Wang Chong laughed as he swung the ferocious creature in front of him, its scorching head pressing against Mary's delicate face, creating a small indentation.

"Honestly... Master really likes to play tricks. But Mary doesn't dislike Masters like this~"

Mary rubbed her face against the head of the enormous thing, and a strong smell wafted up. Mary frowned slightly at first, but soon became somewhat addicted to this peculiar scent.

"Come on, try touching it."

Wang Chong, with his enormous member erect, spoke.

Mary stretched out her slender fingers and gently stroked the scorching pillar. She had never seen such a massive artifact before; it was comparable to the baguettes she had ever seen.

"It's so hot...and so big..."

Mary sighed softly, her other hand involuntarily reaching out to grasp it. She was surprised to find that her small hand could not completely encircle the treasure.

As Mary began to caress him, Wang Chong's weapon grew increasingly hard and hot. Veins bulged on its surface, and the tip swelled to a purplish hue.

Mary swallowed hard again as she looked at the scene.

"Master...you are truly amazing..."

Mary spoke softly and began to slowly move up and down. Because it was her first time holding such a treasure, her movements were clumsy but full of curiosity and enthusiasm.

Whenever Mary exerted a little force, the treasure would twitch slightly, making Mary feel both novel and excited.

Her breathing gradually quickened, and her snow-white chest rose and fell with it.

"Little cake...you did a great job..."

Wang Chong's voice was cheerful, encouraging her to continue. He was also indirectly guiding Mary to do even better.

Praised, Mary naturally worked even harder. She varied her gestures, sometimes gentle, sometimes forceful, even boldly pressing her thumb against the constantly oozing tip and swirling it. Each touch gave her a sensation of its astonishing temperature and hardness.

Gradually, Mary's movements became more skilled and bolder. Sometimes she would knead the bag, sometimes she would slide it up and down along the bulging veins of the pillar. Each movement elicited a soft moan of pleasure from Wang Chong.

Mary gazed at her jade-like fingers, glistening with liquid, and felt the pulse emanating from her palm, a strange sense of satisfaction rising within her.

"Little cake, you seem pretty smug right now?" Wang Chong looked down at the girl kneeling on the bed, a smile playing on his lips. "Remember what I said before? How about trying a different flavor of 'cream'?"

Mary looked up, her azure eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation.

She blinked and gave a naive smile: "Mary would be happy to try anything that belongs to the Master."

Mary obediently moved closer to the throbbing weapon, her warm breath spraying onto it.

Taking a deep breath, as if she were ready, Mary tentatively licked the tip of her tongue.

"Hmm... a little salty..." Mary muttered softly, but she didn't back down. On the contrary, she savored every inch of the texture as if it were a delicious treat.

Her tongue traced every part of the shaft, moving downwards and leaving a trail wherever it went. When she reached the very bottom, Mary returned to the top, opening her cherry lips to take the entire tip into her mouth.

"Wow...it's so big..."

Mary mumbled incoherently, trying to relax her throat and swallow deeper.

Her cheeks were bulging, and her eyes welled up with tears from the discomfort, but this did not diminish her desire to please Wang Chong.

The pleasure of the treasure being enveloped in the warm, moist mouth made Wang Chong unable to help but let out a low, panting breath.

Upon hearing this sound, Mary seemed encouraged and began to slowly sway her head back and forth.

“Gurgle…gurgle…” Mary swallowed awkwardly, occasionally licking the sensitive glans with her tongue, or sucking heavily on the entire front.

Clear saliva mixed with seeping liquid overflowed from the corners of his mouth, leaving glistening watermarks on his chin.

"Little Cake, you're such a studious child..."

Wang Chong stroked her hair, feeling the girl's increasingly skillful technique.

As Mary gradually became more skilled, she began to try deep-throating. Unable to resist, Wang Chong started pressing Mary's head down. However, he tried his best to control his strength and didn't hurt Mary too much.

“Ugh…gurgling…” Mary let out a few soft moans, but she did not resist. On the contrary, each time she was pushed deeper, she tried her best to relax her throat and accept this hot, enormous thing.

With each swallowing motion, Mary could clearly feel the enormous object moving rhythmically in her mouth.

She was fascinated by the pulsation of her veins, the rhythm of her heartbeat, and even the sensation of every tiny hair brushing against her cheek.

"Huh...huh..."

Wang Chong's breathing gradually became heavy. He held the back of Mary's head with one hand, slowly applying pressure in rhythm with her breathing.

Whenever he felt Mary's throat muscles contract due to the foreign object sensation, he would slow down slightly to give her time to adjust.

A misty haze settled over Mary's blue eyes, and glistening tears welled in her eyelashes. But none of this diminished her passion.

Instead, she focused more intently on servicing the enormous object before her, even actively using her tongue to tease its most sensitive spots.

“Mary… your talent is truly amazing…”

Wang Chong praised her softly, while continuing to guide her to increase the depth of her swallowing and spitting.

He could feel the girl's throat tightly enveloping him, bringing waves of thrilling pleasure.

Mary's cheeks were already rubbed raw, but she persisted.

During each breath, she would carefully clean the liquid off the pillar with her tongue before eagerly putting it back into her mouth.

"Gurgle... Ugh... Master's taste... It's so unique..."

Mary mumbled indistinctly, as if savoring some delicious food.

Wang Chong's waist began to thrust uncontrollably, each thrust eliciting soft moans from Mary.

Even so, she always maintained that innocence and passion, expressing her attachment and adoration for her Master in her own way.

"Ah... Mary, I want..." Wang Chong's voice suddenly became low, followed by a strong urge that surged up from his tailbone.

"Ugh!" Before Mary could react, a thick stream of white fluid exploded in her throat.

She tried to swallow, but a lot of it still spilled from the corners of her mouth and dripped down her chin onto her body.

"Gurgle...gurgle..."

Mary tilted her head back, letting Wang Chong release her. Her blue eyes reflected the throbbing shadow of the massive object, her face showing a mixture of bewilderment and longing.

The white spring gushed forth like a spring, and Wang Chong finally managed to pull it out of Mary's mouth in time.

The remaining essence was sprinkled all over her delicate face—a few drops clung to her curled eyelashes like morning dew; a few more splashed onto her cheeks, slowly flowing down her smooth skin; and some landed on her beige hair, shimmering with a silvery sheen in the sunlight.

Mary closed her eyes, feeling the warm liquid splashing on her face.

She carefully licked away the residue from the corner of her mouth with her little tongue, a shy yet blissful expression appearing on her face.

“Master’s ‘cream’…it’s so thick…” Mary said softly, her voice tinged with a hint of intoxication.

Wang Chong did not stop there. He continued to hold his still not completely limp member and poured out the remaining essence onto Mary's delicate face.

White spring water flowed freely across her smooth forehead, high nose bridge, and lips, adding a touch of decadent beauty to her.

Mary silently endured it all like a porcelain doll, until the last drop of white spring water fell on her. She looked like a work of art smeared with cream, pure yet exuding an indescribable allure.

“Master… this kind of ‘cream’… Mary really likes it…” Mary murmured to herself, her voice filled with sweet satisfaction.

Looking at Mary, who was both cute and charming, Wang Chong could no longer restrain himself. He pushed Mary down onto the bed, causing her to gasp in surprise.

Then, Wang Chong positioned Mary's legs in an M-shape, and his massive member, like a sword blade about to be drawn, slowly rubbed against the "sharpening" flesh.

Mary, seeing her own lewd state, blushed deeply and covered her face. She knew that the final moment was finally approaching.

A young girl offers her purity, and secretly pledges her life to the one she loves. This has always been Mary's dream. Now, it is about to come true.

Chapter 18 The Queen of France, as Sweet as a Cake (Part 1)

"Goo-"

Albion showed a hint of dissatisfaction. Looking at the mountain of flesh that had once towered above her head, now completely devoured by her, her mood grew increasingly unpleasant.

Although Wang Chong had warned her that it might take a long time to bring her over, he had prepared a small mountain of monster meat for himself to eat and pass the time while waiting.

But haven't I been waiting too long? I've been eating very slowly, and each time I eat, I even cook the meat patties over a low flame before swallowing them.

And so, the whole morning had passed, but there was still no sign of Wang Chong. It felt as if the other party had forgotten about him.

"Father hasn't really forgotten about this, has he?"

Albion roared in dissatisfaction, but there wasn't a soul in this small world, except for a huge, indestructible metal flying object nearby that he could vent his frustration on.

"Ha... I'm a little hungry. This little bit of food is just a snack, not enough to fill me up."

Albion rubbed his now-shrunken belly in dissatisfaction.

"I don't care! Even if I get punished by Father, I'm going to eat every last bit of food that runs wild in the fields!"

Although Wang Chong had warned her not to bite the livestock and monsters that were kept in enclosures near her home, she was so hungry that she didn't care anymore.

"I'll just steal one or two, I shouldn't get caught... Hmph, even if I do get caught, it'll be because Father broke his promise first. So much time has passed and he still hasn't come to pick me up."

Albion snorted, spread his wings, and began to fly towards the area sealed by the magic circle that he had seen before.

……

"I always feel like I've forgotten something."

Wang Chong, who was in the middle of an exciting moment, suddenly frowned slightly, a sense of unease flashing through his mind. He always had complete faith in his sudden thoughts.

In particular, he has inherited the "Intuition A" trait, so he tends to treat such ominous emotions with caution.

However, upon closer examination, he realized that the sensation wouldn't endanger his life; it was merely a minor inconvenience. This made Wang Chong begin to wonder if he had overlooked something.

Just as Wang Chong was about to begin reviewing the events, a warm sensation slid and rubbed against his shaft and tip, at the same time a seductive voice entered his ears:

"Master, you're so mean... No, don't tease me like this... My lower body is so hot, please stop... Ugh, stop rubbing like this."

Wang Chong's thoughts were interrupted by the sound, and he temporarily lost the will to continue pondering it. His attention returned to the beautiful body in front of him.

Mary's face was flushed, her hands were clasped behind her back on the pillow to arch her slender waist upwards, and her crotch was twisting on its own, rubbing against Wang Chong's huge member, spreading the juices overflowing from her slit all over the shaft.

"Little cake, are you ready? You should know what this means, right?"

As Wang Chong spoke, he moved slightly, parting the two petals at the front, which sank shallowly into the hollow, before slipping out provocatively.

"Ah~ Stop...stop teasing me! Of course I know what's going on. Waaah...it's so hot, Master, please...come in. Mary wants it~! She wants Master's Noble Phantasm~"

Mary's face was flushed, her lips parted slightly, exhaling a fragrant breath. She had already been aroused by Wang Chong, and now she only wanted to be completely satisfied.

"In that case, you'd better enjoy your little cake."

Wang Chong's lips curled up, and then he held Mary's waist with both hands, securing her in place before beginning to clear the clouds and reveal the sun.

The front part pushed aside the layers of flesh, and the extremely narrow passage was gradually opened up. If there wasn't enough space inside, even such a shallow entry would have caused Mary considerable pain and injury.

Mary's breathing quickened noticeably, her eyes fixed intently on the object penetrating deeper into her. A feeling of being possessed, bit by bit, welled up within her.

"It's...it's in...the feeling of being completely stretched open...this is just too much."

Mary felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. The pain extinguished some of the rising fire of desire in her, and her original rationality returned somewhat.

Ah... I really did that with my Master. We've only known each other for less than half a day.

Mary thought to herself, and she couldn't help but wonder if she had been too hasty in giving up her purity like that.

However, Mary quickly came to terms with it. In her memory, wasn't Queen Mary of the same fate—a victim of political marriages within the royal family, forced to accept her fate passively?

Compared to being forced by others, at least at this moment, it was a decision she made herself. No matter how absurd or impulsive it may seem, at least it was a choice she wanted to make.

"Ugh... Ooh!"

Mary whimpered and covered her lips with her hands, trying her best not to let her painful cries disturb her Master's enjoyment.

As if he could read Mary's mind, Wang Chong leaned down to make it easier to go deeper into her body, while also using one hand to stroke Mary's head and soothe her.