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

"Don't be patient, my little cake. I'll treat you well."

As he spoke, Wang Chong kissed Mary's brow, as if to soothe the furrow in her brow caused by pain.

Under Wang Chong's kisses and soothing words, Mary's body, which had been tense from the pioneering work, gradually relaxed. At the same time, she became increasingly certain that her choice was absolutely right, and giggled foolishly:

"Hehe, don't underestimate Mary... Mary's mouth can swallow even such a big baguette. The one below... the same... ooh!"

Before she could finish speaking, she felt that barrier being touched for the first time. The dual sensations of stinging and numbness stimulated her brain, causing Mary's ice cream-like jade feet to involuntarily curl inwards around Wang Chong's buttocks, as if venting the pain.

At that moment, Wang Chong pressed his entire body against Mary, giving her a loving hug. His left hand went around her back, supporting the back of her head, making it easier for him to kiss her cheeks, ears, and neck.

His right hand supported Mary's buttocks, making it easier for him to prepare to open up the cavity and break through that final obstacle.

"Take your time, my little cake," Wang Chong whispered, nibbling on Mary's ear and giving her immense pleasure.

Furthermore, it repeatedly rubs the shallow opening outside the obstruction, making the cavity hotter and hotter.

"Ha...ha...woo! Hold me...Master..."

The double stimulation of pleasure reignited Mary's desire, gradually overshadowing the initial pain of her newfound passion. Her hands involuntarily wrapped around Wang Chong's back, unwilling to let him escape.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Wang Chong kissed Mary passionately again. The intense kissing sounds drew Mary's attention to the passionate French kiss. Their tongues intertwined, completely releasing their pent-up desires.

However, it was precisely during this opportunity that Wang Chong suddenly sank down.

"Waaaaah—!!!"

A whimper escaped Mary's lips, her fingers seemed to dig deep into Wang Chong's back, her legs gripped Wang Chong's waist tightly, and her ten alabaster toes curled together, turning her pristine white soles pink.

The column plunged deep into the very core, and a thin red thread slowly seeped from the gap, adorning Mary's snow-white skin with a red grid pattern. It was as if, on a cake covered in cream, red syrup was being used to create decorative patterns.

"Hmph...hmph...woo...hmph..."

Because Wang Chong's mouth was still blocking Mary's throat, she couldn't make a sound. Large amounts of gasp could only escape from her small, delicate nose. Tears of pain streamed down Mary's face, and her body trembled uncontrollably as Wang Chong comforted her.

Wang Chong didn't say much, but continued to comfort Mary while sensing her physical condition.

After her body finally calmed down under his caresses and passionate kisses, Wang Chong released his lips.

"How's the little cake? Is it alright?"

As Wang Chong asked, he smoothed Mary's disheveled hair, which was covered in cold sweat from the pain. Mary nodded slightly, indicating that she was alright.

Afterwards, Wang Chong began to lick the tears that Mary had shed from the pain. Because he was licking, Mary only felt a slight itch in her eyelashes.

Mary couldn't help but laugh out loud and said, "Master, you're tickling me."

"Still just call me Master?"

Wang Chong chuckled mischievously and kissed Mary's adorable face, saying...

"...Mon amour (French: My love, phonetically: Mon amour)."

Mary said the word with a slight blush, which also meant that she completely accepted Wang Chong's possession of her.

Upon hearing Mary's words, Wang Chong kissed her again. Mary immediately closed her eyes, offering her tongue and letting Wang Chong's tongue entwine with hers.

Slurp slurp...smack smack, constantly exchanging saliva, the kiss was very intense.

Mary clung tightly to Wang Chong's broad, strong back, while Wang Chong pressed his entire body against Mary, the two embracing each other closely.

The warm feeling, the lingering touch of her tongue, and the tingling and numb sensation all connected together made Mary feel as if she were in heaven.

Mary loved kissing Wang Chong like this, especially being held tightly while kissing. This passion and intensity was what Mary had always sought, and it completely satisfied her long-lonely heart.

"My love, your scent is so strong, my mind is starting to... feel strange. Ah~ my body is so hard, so hot, so warm, being held like this makes me feel so safe. I want to be held like this by my love for the rest of my life."

Mary greedily sucked on Wang Chong's saliva, her truest nature completely unearthed by him.

Meanwhile, Wang Chong didn't stop with his work on her lower body. He was intentionally guiding Mary away from focusing on her lower body, thereby reducing her pain.

Then they slowly cleared the land, moved slowly, and gradually expanded the diameter.

With constant, gentle rubbing stimulation, the inner passage begins to secrete fluid, making the passage increasingly smooth and reducing the pain. The tingling, pleasurable stimulation, on the contrary, begins to intensify.

Wang Chong even deliberately mobilized some of the black mist power buried in Mary's body to stabilize and increase Mary's happy mood.

Soon, Mary's legs, which had been tightly clenched, began to relax, and her curled toes began to loosen and spread outwards, thoroughly enjoying Wang Chong's entry and exit.

Chapter 19 The Queen of France, as Sweet as a Cake (Part 2) (Revised)

"As expected of Lady Joan of Arc, your anger has shown those people the price of stupidity."

Gilles de Rais gazed at the towering flames below the castle and couldn't help but marvel.

Jeanne Alter remained unmoved, even growing somewhat weary of the spectacle. If it weren't for the need to play along, she would have silenced Gilles de Rais with a single shot.

"call out--"

A green figure appeared in Jeanne d'Arc's line of sight. After meeting her gaze, Jeanne d'Arc understood what she meant and then looked away.

“Archer, aren’t you always too slow to return to the team?” Gilles de Rais suppressed his exaggerated smile and looked at Atalanta, saying this involuntarily.

However, Atalanta ignored Gilles de Rais and simply returned to the party to check her weapons.

“Archer! What do you mean by this?” Gilles de Rais’s face darkened when Atalanta ignored him.

“My Master hasn’t even spoken yet, what are you babbling about for!?” Atalanta retorted without any politeness. “Since when did you become the one to ask about my whereabouts?”

"You bastard..."

"Stop making such a racket, Jill... Isn't it noisy enough here already?"

Gilles de Rais was about to lash out when Jeanne d'Arc Alter shouted at him to stop.

"No... Lady Jeanne, Archer's movements are just too strange. Coupled with her unruly attitude... I'm only thinking of Lady Jeanne's best interests."

Upon seeing this, Gilles de Rais quickly explained.

"Archer, answer me, why do you always come back so late?" Jeanne Alter looked at Atalanta and asked coldly.

"In response to Master, as an Archer, my duty is to scout and clean up the remnants of the battlefield. Even if everyone has cleaned up the battlefield, I still need to ensure that nothing goes wrong."

Atalanta slowly said:

"Especially if we can find any traces of escape, we can also determine the whereabouts of those who escaped. This back-and-forth trip takes much longer than others."

“See, you heard that too, Gilles,” Jeanne Alter said, looking at Gilles de Rais. “Now Atalanta has given her explanation, proving that you were just overthinking things.”

“But Lady Joan of Arc…” Gilles de Rais was about to say something when he was interrupted by Black Joan of Arc’s cold voice: “Gil, don’t waste your time on such unnecessary things.”

"These Servants have all been imbued with Berserk mode by me, and their lives are now in my control. What, do you think they have any way to harm me?"

“This…” Gilles de Rais was unable to refute for a moment.

"Enough, Gilles! Are you questioning my decision?" Jeanne Alter's imposing aura pressed down on Gilles de Rais, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He hurriedly said, "No... I wouldn't dare."

“Point your knives at those idiots, and stop wasting your time on pointless arguments. I didn’t come back to this world to watch you bicker. Otherwise, I could send you on your way right now.”

Jeanne Alter glanced at the Servants around her, and everyone involuntarily looked away, avoiding her gaze.

Seeing this, Jeanne Alter turned around and mounted the dragon, flying directly towards Orleans, leaving a group of Servants staring at each other in bewilderment.

Gilles de Rais seemed unwilling to get entangled with these Servants any further and used magic to leave the scene. After everyone had left, Atalanta, without a word, slung her longbow over her shoulder and departed.

Martha and Dion, however, appeared impatient and left quickly. Only Vlad III and Camilla remained at the scene.

“Lord Vlad, have you noticed anything?” Camilla suddenly asked.

“Words may deceive, but the concentration of blood and fear in the air cannot be faked. Both that archer and our Master are acting strangely…” Vlad III said.

"I'm a little confused about what our Master is trying to do... but whatever, she's not stopping us from having fun anyway," Camilla said.

Vlad III and Camilla noticed the unusual behavior between Jeanne Alter and Atalanta, but said nothing. They outwardly appeased Jeanne Alter, but what they might be doing behind her back remained unknown.

However, Jeanne Alter didn't care about any of that. After all, who would have thought that the biggest mole was their leader?

However, Jeanne Alter's irritability was genuine, not because of Gilles and the others' argument, but because of a message from the dragons she had summoned before they died:

The dragons were chasing a beautiful young female servant wearing a crown when a man wielding a dark green greatsword suddenly appeared and instantly killed them all.

As their consciousness was about to fade into darkness, they watched as the man led the female servant away into the forest and disappeared without a trace.

"Tsk... He came without a word, and then immediately started playing the hero saving the damsel in distress... Is he going to take in another little girl?!"

Jeanne Alter spat lightly. She knew her Master's character all too well, and her heart was filled with jealousy.

"At this hour, that little girl must have already become the Master's plaything. Damn it... why do I have to do this repetitive, tedious work here!"

Jeanne Alter gritted her teeth and almost used the base of her flagpole to pierce the dragon beneath her feet.

As if sensing Jeanne Alter's murderous intent, the dragon thought it was because its flight speed was not fast enough, so it quickly flapped its wings and flew towards Orléans Castle.

……

Just as Jeanne d'Arc had guessed, Mary was now uttering a sweet voice, which continued to resonate under Wang Chong's relentless, pounding rhythm.

The initial pain has long since faded away through constant adjustment, leaving only a tingling and pleasurable sensation, like ascending to heaven.

"Ah...wonderful...my love! Mary has never been so happy! Ooh!"

Her alluring body had long since taken on a shape unique to Wang Chong. On her flat, smooth abdomen, there was even a faint outline of a protrusion, which was shifting and floating back and forth, as if a dragon was about to burst out of the ground.

The juicy fruit pulp had long been stirred up and turned upside down. The sounds of water, collisions, and Mary's seductive voices mingled together, echoing like a symphony within the cabin.

The atmosphere inside the room gradually softened and warmed, the two people's breaths mingling to create a unique melody. In this tranquil space, time seemed to slow down, just to witness this beautiful moment.

Looking at his free hands, Wang Chong suddenly realized something was missing. He gently bent down and tenderly stroked Mary's smooth skin, from her waist to her lower abdomen, the movements as light as a feather brushing the surface of water.

Mary felt the touch and trembled slightly before relaxing, basking in this double happiness. Her body swayed involuntarily to Wang Chong's rhythm, as if dancing a synchronized dance.

Then, Wang Chong's hands began to move upwards, making Mary feel a little itchy. After getting a taste of the pleasure, she swayed her delicate body, cooperating with his movements while welcoming the fierce and unusual impact.

"Mmm~"

With a soft moan, Mary's already incredibly sensitive breasts fell into Wang Chong's strong hands. The sudden stimulation caused her to involuntarily arch her back, her voice trembling:

"Oh...don't do that...it feels so weird...please...be gentle..."

Faced with Mary's almost pleading, seductive voice, Wang Chong not only did not stop, but instead intensified his actions, covering her breasts with his own. His five fingers sank deep into the soft dough, feeling that unique, dense texture.

"I'll speed things up next, can the little cake handle it?" He whispered in Mary's ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, sending a slight shiver down her spine.

Mary's body had already been aroused to its limit, and now, under Wang Chong's skillful caresses, she was becoming increasingly unable to control herself. With his current experience, he had long since figured out Mary's sensitive spots perfectly, and he was attacking almost every one of them, focusing on Mary's favorite places.

A clear, glistening spring gushed continuously from her private parts, wetting the bedding beneath her and releasing wisps of enchanting steam.

The pair of proud, snow-white peaks glistened with the moisture of sweat, as if coated with a layer of fine oil. Wang Chong's fingertips moved back and forth over the most sensitive tips, sometimes circling, sometimes gently pinching and pulling, causing Mary to writhe incessantly.

Before she knew it, Mary's reserve had vanished. She took the initiative to intertwine her fingers with Wang Chong's, a dazed expression on her pretty face, completely immersed in boundless pleasure. Her long legs involuntarily wrapped around Wang Chong's waist, silently expressing her inner desire through body language.

"This is...this is wonderful...I've never experienced such pleasure before...my beloved Master..."

Mary, completely lost in the tide of passion, could no longer hear Wang Chong's words, but her gentle tapping of her jade feet on Wang Chong's waist and hips conveyed her innermost thoughts.

Seeing this, Wang Chong took a deep breath and roared, then began to adjust his position. He then launched a fierce attack, and the sound of collisions filled the entire wooden house, echoing endlessly in the quiet space.

When the rhythmic thumping sounds came, Mary briefly snapped out of her daze, only to be overwhelmed by shyness. But the increasingly rapid sounds meant a deeper union, making her want more.

Driven by this instinct, Mary, in order to release her pent-up emotions, kept raising her legs upwards, even to a point where they were higher than Wang Chong's arms.

Her own arms were wrapped tightly around Wang Chong's neck.

Despite lying flat on the bed, her posture resembled that of a koala hanging from a tree, allowing Wang Chong to roam freely, while she continuously emitted heavy sounds.

"Ah...it's like a wild beast...Ugh! I can't take it anymore..."

With each powerful thrust, Mary's voice gradually became fragmented. She raised her head and couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

At this moment, Mary no longer cared about maintaining an elegant image; saliva dripped from the corner of her lips. Her consciousness was being swallowed up in waves, and her mind was filled only with the man before her who brought her endless pleasure.

The Noble Phantasm continues to expand its territory, while Mary experiences the wonderful pleasures of love between a man and a woman for the first time, making her willingly succumb to it, and her reason disappears.

"Ugh...please...please slow down...I can't take it anymore...if this continues, it really will...it will..."

Mary's eyes were glazed over, and slowly she fell silent, only uttering instinctive sounds.

Wang Chong understood that Mary, who had just tasted the forbidden fruit, could no longer hold on. In this conquest, Mary had already climaxed twice, and now the third peak was about to descend again, but her strength was already failing her.

So Wang Chong put Mary's legs down with both hands, then picked her up with both hands, sat her up, and held her in his arms.

Then, Wang Chong lifted up Mary's body, which was already drenched in sweat from the previous exercise, and began a fierce attack.

The sound of water being pumped incessantly filled the air. Sap kept splashing from the cave, soaking both of them. Wang Chong's body was also covered in either sap or Mary's fragrant sweat.

At this moment, Mary's head was tilted back like a kite with a broken string, her eyes were slightly narrowed and her pupils were lifeless. Her mouth was slightly open, and she was enjoying being held and vigorously fucked by Wang Chong. She stared at the ceiling and said intermittently things like "..." "I can't take it anymore..."

Her soft, fleshy breasts swayed with the rhythm of their up-and-down movements, and her erect, red nipples rubbed against Wang Chong's chest.