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

Qingji swayed her hips seductively, her thighs crossed and exerted force, using the most primal power to stimulate Wang Chong's vitals.

The tender flesh of her inner thighs pressed tightly together, forming a warm and moist nest. Kiyohime's leg strength was astonishing; each contraction perfectly enveloped her Noble Phantasm.

The slippery, clear juice flowing from Kiyohime's garden acted as the best lubricant, making the friction even smoother.

"Hmm... Kiyohime's legs... do they feel good?"

As Kiyohime asked questions, she increased the frequency of her movements while simultaneously controlling the rhythmic writhing of her leg muscles. This snake-like coiling motion was her innate skill.

Wang Chong's breathing became noticeably heavier, clearly indicating that he was beginning to succumb to the stimulation. Kiyohime pressed her advantage, swinging her hips back and forth dramatically, allowing her Noble Phantasm to move in and out between her legs.

After that, she no longer relied solely on the strength of her legs, but instead used her entire body to grind back and forth. Each time, she plunged the treasure deep into her buttocks, then lifted it up forcefully, letting the scalding shaft glide from her cleft across her garden, finally brushing against her engorged clitoris.

"Mmm... Master... Kiyohime is so hungry... I really want Master's Noble Phantasm to replenish Kiyohime's mana..."

Kiyohime spoke deliberately, hoping to provoke Wang Chong's nerves.

She even deliberately parted her plump buttocks, allowing Wang Chong a clear view of how her garden mouth greedily swallowed and exhaled air. The folds of her buttocks contracted continuously, and glistening green juice meandered down her inner thighs.

Kiyohime's tail, not to be outdone, wrapped itself around Wang Chong's magic storage pouch and gently rubbed it. She could feel the magic power there was about to burst forth uncontrollably.

"Master...look, Kiyohime's body here is so yearning for you; only your precious treasure can heal it..."

She turned and winked, her hips swaying even more violently. Her buttocks slapped against Wang Chong's abdomen, making a crisp, cracking sound.

She would raise herself even higher, so that Wang Chong's weapon would almost be wedged between her legs. In this way, every friction would precisely scrape her most sensitive spot.

"Ah... Master... Can you feel its scorching heat? How much it misses you..."

Kiyohime's moans grew increasingly wanton as she tightened her thighs.

She could feel Wang Chong's magic weapon throbbing between her legs, clearly reaching its limit. Knowing victory was within reach, she twisted even more vigorously, determined to extract Wang Chong's magic power from her body.

Of course, Kiyohime herself was no better off, and was about to reach her peak.

"Master, please unleash your power... Waaaaah!"

Kiyohime first coaxed her softly, and then she felt herself beginning to reach her peak. Taking this opportunity, she directly grasped the treasure with both hands, rubbed it vigorously, and aimed the tip at the spout of her garden, making contact but not going deep.

"That way... it won't be considered a foul."

Kiyohime felt a surge of secret joy, but her consciousness was completely overwhelmed by the overwhelming wave of pleasure she felt after reaching the peak.

"Ugh!!!"

Kiyohime's delicate body trembled, and the spout of the garden pot also convulsed.

Especially when you feel that the foreign object that should have entered is right at the entrance, those edges of the spout are like snake mouths, clinging to the "prey", sticking tightly, and accompanied by such a strong suction, stimulating the front end with sucking and wriggling.

At that moment, Kiyohime's dragon tail suddenly tightened around the magic storage pouch, launching a final assault on the pass.

Wang Chong knew that this was the limit of what Qing Ji could do, but it had given him a novel experience. Therefore, Wang Chong did not continue to endure it and completely let go of all constraints.

Finally, after a violent tremor, thick white spring magic gushed out, splashing all over Kiyohime's thighs. Kiyohime got her wish and successfully achieved her goal, "disrupting Wang Chong's composure."

The afterglow of reaching the peak left her completely weak, so much so that she could barely stand and collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, because it was composed of black mist, the fall felt like landing on a soft bed.

“Very good, Kiyohime. You’ve won this time… Now, tell me, what do you want me to do?” Wang Chong sat down as well, looking at Kiyohime who was lying on the ground, and asked.

"Waaah..."

Kiyohime sobbed for a while, as if still releasing the afterglow of her recent climax. Then, Kiyohime lazily rolled over, her legs forming an M shape, exposing herself completely to Wang Chong.

"I want my Master to hold me, to truly hold me... to possess me..."

Kiyohime said this.

"Aren't you going to think about it more carefully? Are you sure you want to use it for something so simple? Even if you didn't say anything, I would still do it," Wang Chong said with a smile.

"There's not much else I can think of. But if there's one thing I want my Master to do that's number one in my heart, it's without a doubt: I want my Master to love me and cherish me."

Kiyohime stretched out her hands, making a gesture as if she wanted to be embraced by Wang Chong, and said in a slightly coquettish tone:

"Come on, Master! Kiyohime only wants one thing right now: your love, to fill every corner of her being with your love... Waaah!!"

Before she could finish speaking, a figure pinned Kiyohime down. It was Wang Chong, who had already thrown himself into Kiyohime's arms, passionately kissing her and ravaging her beautiful body.

He then shifted his position, aiming his newly prepared Noble Phantasm towards the depths of Kiyohime's garden.

"Relax, it will hurt a little at first."

After the kiss, Wang Chong cupped Kiyohime's face in his hands and said...

"Ugh... Ah!!!!"

Kiyohime had just nodded in agreement when she felt a sharp pain coming from below, causing her body to tense up and she to cry out loudly.

A few drops of red fell into the black mist and disappeared without a trace.

Chapter 45 Kiyohime, I Need Your Help with My Cultivation (Part 2) (Revised)

"I'm so bored... Even if I try to fall asleep like this, I just can't sleep at all."

Elizabeth lay there for a long time without any sign of falling asleep. She sat up and looked at the slowly moving black mist platform, feeling that the platform was only slightly faster than her walking speed.

"How much longer will it take to reunite with his companions... If we keep waiting, it'll be lunchtime soon. Oh, I forgot, the sun is being blocked by the aperture."

Elizabeth looked up at the huge halo in the sky and said.

"Those two have been inside for a while, haven't they? They really haven't made a sound... Could they be taking advantage of the black mist to secretly do something naughty inside?!"

For some reason, Elizabeth suddenly had this thought pop into her mind.

Recalling how Kiyohime dared to be so intimate with her Master even in front of the other two before entering the black mist, who knows what crazy things she might be doing now that she's shrouded in the black mist.

"Too...too...too lewd! How dare this pervert do such a thing! Don't think you're safe just because the black mist is covering it up! If you want to do that kind of thing, go do it in your private space!"

Elizabeth was somewhat indignant and was about to demand an explanation from Kiyohime in the black mist, but she quickly stopped herself.

"No...it seems I can neither hear what's happening inside nor see what's going on inside. Isn't that their private space?"

After figuring all this out, Elizabeth immediately became listless and lost her motivation.

"Besides, to be honest, everything before was just my unfounded speculation. If neither of them did anything out of line, wouldn't it make me seem unreasonable to disturb them?"

Elizabeth usually treated others with a free spirit, doing whatever she pleased. But now, facing someone far more powerful than herself, she naturally became much more reserved.

Elizabeth glanced at Albion, who was fast asleep, and couldn't help but sigh, "How wonderful it is to be able to sleep so peacefully."

As Elizabeth sighed, Albion blinked almost imperceptibly.

"Is there something wrong with this dragon?" Albion thought to himself.

In reality, Albion wasn't asleep at all; it was just pretending. The reason was simple: its eyes and ears, though unable to see or hear what was happening within the black mist, were also unable to perceive it.

But she also has a very sensitive nose. She could feel the hormonal smell emanating from inside, and that pungent odor made it impossible for her to sleep peacefully.

"My dear father... he's finding my mother way too fast. One yesterday, another today... could it be this little dragon cub tomorrow?"

Albion thought to himself, his gaze fixed on Elizabeth, who was lying on the black mist again.

……

"Ha ha……"

In the black mist, Kiyohime was breathing heavily, her forehead covered in cold sweat, but it was clear that she had gradually gotten used to the most painful stage.

“You’ve gotten used to it, so Kiyohime, I’m going to start moving now.” Wang Chong gently wiped away the tears from Kiyohime’s eyes, patiently waiting for her discomfort to subside. His chest pressed against Kiyohime’s body, and he could clearly feel her rapid heartbeat gradually calming down.

"Does it hurt?"

Wang Chong asked softly, pressing his forehead against Kiyohime's.

Kiyohime nodded slightly, then shook her head:

“A little bit…but it’s not so uncomfortable with Master by my side…on the contrary, I feel very happy to finally be united with Master.”

Kiyohime's legs remained wide open, accepting Wang Chong's presence. The warm passage was slowly adapting to the intruder's size, and the slight pain began to transform into a strange feeling of fullness.

Wang Chong began to move extremely slowly, only emerging slightly each time before carefully pushing back in. Kiyohime's body was wet and hot, tightly enveloping him. He could feel her trembling slightly, unsure whether it was from nervousness or pleasure.

"If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, tell me and I will stop here."

Wang Chong gently comforted her.

Kiyohime bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan in her throat. Her fingers gripped Wang Chong's back tightly, her nails almost digging into his skin.

As Wang Chong continued his shallow thrusts, Kiyohime's breathing gradually became rapid. The pain had completely disappeared, replaced by a strange, tingling sensation.

"Master...you can...you can go a little faster...I want to feel...ha, to feel Master's even more ardent love!"

Kiyohime pleaded, her cheeks flushing crimson.

Wang Chong quickened his pace as instructed, but maintained a gentle rhythm. He observed Kiyohime's changing expressions, searching and exploring everything within her. Whenever he touched a specific spot, Kiyohime would tremble slightly and emit a nasal sound of discomfort.

Gradually, Kiyohime's legs unknowingly wrapped around Wang Chong's waist, pulling him closer. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, each movement accompanied by a soft thud.

"My body... feels so hot... I can feel Master's love so clearly through my body! Ah... I'm so happy!"

Kiyohime murmured to herself, her consciousness beginning to blur, at this moment only having complete trust and reliance on Wang Chong.

Wang Chong's offensive intensified, each attack more ferocious than the last. The pressure within Qing Ji's body grew stronger, allowing him greater freedom of movement. She could feel herself gradually succumbing to this strange yet wonderful sensation.

"Then let me let you truly feel the love of a Master." Wang Chong whispered in Kiyohime's ear, then increased the intensity.

The slapping sounds gradually drowned out Kiyohime's suppressed moans. With each deeper penetration, she would involuntarily arch her body, struggling futilely like a fish out of water.

"Hmm...that place...it feels so strange..."

Kiyohime's words were fragmented, and her delicate body trembled uncontrollably whenever the Noble Phantasm passed that spot.

Wang Chong naturally found her sensitive spot, and he deliberately targeted it. His Noble Phantasm repeatedly penetrated that special place, causing Kiyohime to tremble all over. The flowers closed tighter and tighter, like tiny mouths sucking at the intruder.

"Master...it's too fast...my mind is...becoming unclear..."

Kiyohime gasped for breath, begging for mercy, yet she also raised her hips to meet him. Her legs were tightly wrapped around Wang Chong's waist, as if afraid he would suddenly leave.

The petals in the flower arrangement intertwined passionately, wrapping around each other layer upon layer. Each entry and exit brought out a large amount of clear juice, creating white foam at the point where the two connected.

"Kiyohime, it's getting hotter inside..."

Wang Chong breathed heavily, feeling the unprecedented tightness and warmth, and attacked with wide, sweeping movements.

Kiyohime could no longer speak coherently, only able to utter intermittent moans. Her mind began to wander, and she only knew to rise and fall with Wang Chong's movements. Waves of intense stimulation washed over her, making her feel like a small boat adrift in a storm.

Wang Chong's thrusts grew increasingly ferocious, each strike hitting the deepest point. Kiyohime had lost the ability to think, and could only yield to his movements with ecstatic pleasure.

"Kiyohime... I'm almost there again..."

Wang Chong let out a low roar and thrust his weapon through the ground with his last few powerful strikes.

The scalding magic power poured into the deepest part of Kiyohime's body, causing her to convulse. She clung tightly to Wang Chong, also reaching her climax. A large amount of clear fluid poured onto the treasure, but was then trapped inside her body, unable to flow out.

"So much...it's so hot..." Kiyohime gasped, feeling the warm current flowing into her body. Her abdomen swelled slightly, filled with Wang Chong's essence.

The two embraced, trying to catch their breath, neither wanting to separate. Kiyohime could feel her honeyed orifice still contracting uncontrollably, squeezing out mixed fluids that meandered down her inner thighs.

Kiyohime seemed to be addicted as well, and once her strength had recovered a bit, she didn't hesitate to start the second round of the main event.

Kiyohime was seen lying prone on the ground like a puppy. Wang Chong then lifted Kiyohime up, kneaded her breasts for a while, and then suddenly thrust his hips forward.

"Ugh!!! Master's deep love is about to fill Kiyohime again~!"

Kiyohime raised her head, her face full of infatuation as she called out sweetly.

"This time it will be even more comfortable than before," Wang Chong said with a smile, grabbing Qingji's swaying waist.

His weapon plunged in mercilessly, easily opening the cavern with the help of the remaining fluid. In this position, it penetrated exceptionally deep, each thrust precisely grinding against the sensitive spot.

"Ah... Master... It's too deep..."

Kiyohime's voice was already tinged with obvious sobs. Her knees could barely support her weight, and she was only prevented from falling by Wang Chong's support.

"Kiyohime is clearly enjoying it, isn't she? Look, she's leaking so much again..."

Wang Chong smiled wickedly and reached out with one hand to the joint, only to find it was wet.

Indeed, the remaining liquid had not been completely cleaned up, and now it was being stirred up again to produce white foam.

With vigorous movements, more and more clear fluid overflowed from the opening, leaving silvery traces on the inner thighs.

"Oh my god... I'm going crazy... Master is so amazing..."

Kiyohime's voice was fragmented; she didn't even know what she was saying. In this position, the Noble Phantasm could penetrate to an incredible depth, each thrust sending her into ecstasy.

"Can't you even handle this?"

Wang Chong quickened his pace, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the room. He could feel the magic weapon being tightened once again, as if it were trying to drain all his magic power.