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

As for his hands, they began to focus on Huang's garden. With the sound of flowing spring water, one could see how fast Wang Chong's fingers moved in and out.

"Wait...wait a minute...it's too fast..."

Faced with this sudden stimulation, Huang's voice showed a hint of panic, yet she was still unable to mount an effective resistance. Her legs opened uncontrollably, making it easier for Wang Chong to do as he pleased.

Then, time and again, Wang Chong persistently repeated this question. Every time Huang reached his peak, he would ask Huang for the answer again. Not receiving a quick reply, he would continue to provoke him until the next peak arrived.

"Ugh... my brain is about to explode..."

After countless orgasms, Huang began to shed tears of primal ecstasy, her consciousness fading. The effects of alcohol, combined with the continuous stream of intense pleasure, nearly shut her mind down.

At this moment, Wang Chong asked again, "Tell me, do you want me to go in? Are you willing to belong to me completely and become my woman?"

"I want...I want whatever you want...I'm willing to be your woman."

This time, Huang blurted it out almost without thinking, not even knowing what she was saying. She only knew that her consciousness was drifting away, about to drown in this endless, hellish tide.

“Very good…” Wang Chong finally smiled with satisfaction, gently stroking her sweat-dampened hair with his large hand. “This is the answer I wanted. I can feel your most honest response from your subconscious.”

He lowered his head and captured her soft lips, forcefully seizing the sweetness from her mouth. At the same time, his hot, hard member pressed against the already muddy entrance, poised to strike.

At this moment, Huang had completely surrendered, both physically and mentally ready to accept him. Her limbs limply wrapped around his strong body, issuing a silent invitation.

Feeling the little one's obedience in his arms, Wang Chong no longer hesitated. He used a little force in his waist and slowly squeezed into that forbidden area that had never been touched by anyone.

With a muffled groan, a red thread silently dripped down.

Huang trembled with pain, gripping Wang Chong's shoulders tightly, tears welling in her eyes. She had given her virginity to the man before her without reservation.

"Does it hurt?" Wang Chong gently wiped away the tears on her face, kissing her forehead reassuringly. He continued until she had adjusted to his size.

"Hmm...it's okay..." Huang tried to regulate her breathing and relax her body. She could clearly feel the heat gradually expanding her body until it reached its deepest point.

After fully penetrating her, Wang Chong gave her a moment to adjust. Then, he began to move slowly and rhythmically. Each thrust precisely targeted the most sensitive spot inside her body, causing her to moan repeatedly.

"Hold me tight." Wang Chong lifted her hips, bringing them even closer. Huang obediently wrapped her arms around his neck, as if hanging on him. This position allowed the sharp blade to penetrate to an unprecedented depth, making her both nervous and expectant.

"Mmm...it feels so full..." Huang bit her lower lip, feeling the burning presence inside her. As the movements gradually quickened, the pain subsided, replaced by an unprecedented sense of fullness.

Wang Chong supported her hips, bringing them closer together. Their position changed; Wang Chong leaned against the headboard, letting Huang straddle his lap, facing him. This position allowed Huang to better control the rhythm and also enabled them to gaze deeply into each other's eyes.

"Ah...slower...it's too deep..."

Huang buried her face in the crook of his neck, her voice tinged with pleading. But her body responded honestly to each thrust, her cavern opening and closing, sucking in the intruder.

Huang instinctively twisted her waist, searching for a comfortable angle. Although her movements were clumsy, they exuded a natural allure. Her long, black hair swayed rhythmically, making her skin appear even whiter and more translucent.

Wang Chong was deeply attracted by her innocent demeanor. He placed his large hand on her soft waist, guiding her to quicken her pace. Their tacit understanding was perfectly demonstrated at this moment, and every collision was just right.

Before long, Wang Chong changed positions again. He lay flat on his back, letting Huang lie face down on his chest. This angle allowed for deeper penetration and increased the contact area between them. His strong arms gripped Huang's full buttocks, causing her to move up and down.

Huang embraced Wang Chong's neck warmly, showering his face with light kisses like a greedy child. Her lips were slightly dry, yet still alluring. Each intimate gesture conveyed her inner joy and contentment.

The sounds of flesh colliding mingled with the slurring of fluids echoed in the room, telling of the passion and intensity of their lovemaking. Their body temperatures rose steadily, and sweat trickled down their graceful curves, adding even more allure to this erotic scene.

Wang Chong's large hand moved to her buttocks, parting the two soft mounds of flesh to allow him to penetrate deeper. Their point of contact was already muddy, and the sounds of their thrusting made one blush.

Huang's fingers clung tightly to Wang Chong's muscular back, clinging to him like an octopus. Her lips lingered on his shoulders and neck, occasionally dropping a few light kisses. Her warm breath brushed against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Silly cat, you look absolutely mesmerizing right now..."

Wang Chong's low, husky voice rang in her ear. He quickened his movements, but not too vigorously, so as not to cause her discomfort. Each time he withdrew, only the head remained inside, before plunging back in completely, repeating the cycle.

Huang's panting grew more rapid, yet she still offered him a kiss. Her tongue traced the outline of his lips, sometimes boldly probing inside, entwining with his. In this moment, they became completely one.

Soon after, Wang Chong felt a spasm in Huang's internal cavity, as if his treasure was being violently twisted and wrung like a rag.

Knowing that Huang was about to reach his peak again, Wang Chong increased his sprinting speed. His movements were no longer gentle and tender as before, but rather filled with a strong possessiveness, each thrust precisely targeting that most ecstatic spot.

Huang was also pushed to the edge of her climax by this sudden intensification of stimulation. Her legs were tightly clamped around Wang Chong's waist, and her inner passage was constantly contracting and writhing, as if trying to drain him dry. Her lips and tongue frantically nibbled at Wang Chong's neck, leaving a string of pink marks.

With a low growl, Wang Chong released himself violently. Huang also reached her most intense climax of the night at that moment, her internal organs convulsing and clenching, greedily absorbing every drop of life essence.

"Ah...it's so hot...there's so much..."

Huang groaned absently, feeling the fullness within her body. A large amount of white fluid mixed with her honey-like nectar overflowed from their joined bodies, soaking the sheets beneath them.

Even after their lovemaking ended, Wang Chong remained inside Huang, unwilling to withdraw. He held the now limp, silly cat tightly in his arms, gently pecking and kissing her forehead, eyes, and nose.

Huang curled up in his arms like a satisfied cat, occasionally letting out a few lazy hums.

"Are you tired?" Wang Chong cupped her face and lovingly wiped away the tears that remained at the corners of her eyes.

"I don't want to move..." Huang nestled against his chest, her voice still carrying a hint of languor after their lovemaking. "Can I just hold you like this and sleep?"

"Of course." Wang Chong tightened his arms around her, feeling the warm liquid still flowing from where they were joined, and a feeling of happiness welled up in his heart.

"Hey...you'll take full responsibility for me, right?" Huang murmured softly with his eyes closed.

"of course."

After making his promise, Wang Chong gave Huang another deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined, exchanging saliva. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

Chapter 100: Huang: I'll Never Get Drunk Again (Part 2)

"Waaaaah..."

After learning the whole story, Huang buried his face between his knees, not daring to look at Wang Chong again.

Wang Chong wasn't in a hurry; it was still early, and morning training was far off.

Before long, Huang seemed to have finally suppressed his shame after learning the truth, and murmured:

"I will never get drunk again in my life... I did something so stupid."

"Huang... Perhaps alcohol did accelerate your emotions, but it didn't distort your feelings. If it were someone else, you wouldn't be like this at all."

Wang Chong, standing nearby, offered words of comfort:

"So now... can you tell me your choice?"

"Do I need to ask any further?" Huang raised his head, looking both angry and afraid, and said, "After doing something like this, take responsibility for it. You promised me last night."

"Of course... my silly cat." Wang Chong pulled Huang into his arms again and kissed him.

"Ugh... Is this what kissing is?"

Because Huang's memory of yesterday was so vague, she only now realized what a kiss tasted like.

Wang Chong's kiss deepened, his tongue exploring every inch of Huang's mouth with irresistible force.

As if marking territory, it rolled over the palate and slid over the sensitive gums, causing Huang to tremble unconsciously.

The sticky sounds of saliva mingling rang out between their lips and teeth in an ambiguous manner. Huang's small tongue initially retreated awkwardly, but was entangled by the other and forced to dance with it.

"Waaah..."

A soft sob escaped from her throat, Huang's breathing gradually quickened, and her fingertips unconsciously tightened around Wang Chong's clothes.

That tingling, comfortable sensation spread from the intertwined tongues throughout the body, as if a shiver ran down even the spine.

Her body began to go limp, her previously tense knees involuntarily relaxed, and she almost sank into Wang Chong's arms.

Wang Chong noticed her compliance, but his actions did not stop. Instead, he sucked on her lower lip even more intensely, as if trying to fill in all the hazy memories of last night.

Huang's thoughts were already in a daze, and he felt as if he were being swept into a warm tide, with each breath imbued with the other's scent.

My whole body felt like it was on fire. My fingertips were numb, and tiny electric currents seemed to run through the skin where our skin touched. Even my heartbeat became erratic.

She closed her eyes, letting Wang Chong's palm caress the back of her neck, deepening the kiss—as if this tender moment was the true proof of the vows made last night.

After a long while, their lips parted. A seductive glint appeared in Huang's eyes as she gazed at Wang Chong with a slightly dreamy look, and she blurted out:

"Is this how you kissed me last night?"

"Yes. Do you like it?" Wang Chong asked with a smile.

"Ugh... It feels so lewd. So embarrassing," Huang said, blushing.

"Haha, I never thought you, who are always so carefree, could be so shy," Wang Chong chuckled and said.

"You bastard, who are you calling careless!" Huang couldn't help but punch Wang Chong. After completely revealing his feelings, Huang returned to his previous state.

While Wang Chong resisted with a smile, he secretly marveled at the fickleness of women; one second they were crying and wailing as if they were going to die, and the next second they could be flirting again.

But it has to be said that Wang Chong quite likes Huang's transformation. There's an inexplicable charm in the contrast.

"that……"

Suddenly, Huang's punches became much weaker, and his voice became hesitant.

"Um……?"

Wang Chong looked at Huang and, noticing her gaze was looking downwards, immediately understood what she was thinking. He pretended not to know and asked, "What's wrong, Huang? Just ask whatever you want to ask."

"Well... I was drunk, so I didn't really experience that feeling. Even the kiss just now, I only just realized what it was like," Huang said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Hmm... I still don't quite understand, Huang, what exactly do you want me to do?" Wang Chong asked mischievously.

"Hmph! You just know how to bully me... I'm not going to say it."

Although Huang said that, her actions were not slow at all. She pushed Wang Chong down and then straddled him with her back to him.

Since the two were already naked, Huang immediately grabbed Wang Chong's weapon.

“Perfect timing. Didn’t you say before that the first time I wanted to take the initiative, but I felt I wasn’t ready, so in the end you put it in first? This time, I’m going to take the initiative.”

Huang gripped Wang Chong's weapon with both hands and began to slowly recall his own techniques from his hazy memories, stroking it repeatedly, trying to restore Wang Chong to his former state.

"Hehe, I'm up, I'm finally up again. I guess I still remember some things. Ugh... Looking closer, it's really big. I feel like it might be a little difficult to put it in."

Because Huang wasn't ready, she tried inserting the tip, but it was quite painful because it wasn't wet yet, which made Huang frown.

"You silly cat, you just had your first time yesterday and you're still a little injured. Now you want to put it in without any preparation? Aren't you afraid of hurting yourself?"

Just then, Wang Chong sat up again, just like he had the night before, one hand reaching for Xuefeng's breasts while the other began massaging Huang's lower abdomen.

Wang Chong skillfully kneaded one of Huang's snowy breasts, sometimes teasing the bud at the tip, sometimes grasping the soft mound in his hand. His other warm hand circled around her lower abdomen, occasionally pressing gently, causing Huang to tremble slightly.

"Ugh...what a strange feeling..." Huang twisted his waist restlessly, a strange itching sensation rising within him. With Wang Chong's caresses, a warm current flowed from his lower abdomen down to his body, quickly wetting the spaces between his fingers.

"Don't move, just let me help you..." Wang Chong said in a low voice, his slender middle finger rubbing back and forth along the moist crevice, sometimes lightly poking at the entrance, but never going deep inside. This teasing, half-hearted approach made Huang increasingly restless, and she involuntarily arched her back to meet his movements.

"Ugh...it's so itchy inside..." Huang gasped, her slender waist twisting incessantly. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she gently bit her lower lip, looking both uncomfortable and pleasurable.

His middle finger slowly probed into the warm passage, gently exploring the inner walls. Feeling the warm embrace of the tender flesh around him, his movements became even more tender and meticulous.

"Ah...don't...it's too strange..." Huang's moans grew increasingly seductive. With Wang Chong's continued caresses, her secret garden was completely soaked, clear nectar slowly flowing down her inner thighs. Her body gradually entered a wondrous state, every pore screaming for more.

Wang Chong felt that the internal heat and moisture were just right, but he deliberately slowed down the pace, only gently thrusting in and out, occasionally scraping the tender inner walls with his knuckles. He looked up and saw that Huang was completely immersed in pleasure, her eyes reddening, and she kept uttering sweet moans.

Soon, a warm current flowed out, wetting his palm.

"Mmm...that feels much better..." Huang groaned softly, her body twisting slightly. Her waist rose and fell with Wang Chong's movements, and each touch made her gasp softly.

“We can try now…” Huang turned around, her cheeks flushed. “I want to do it myself… Can I do it myself this time?”

Upon hearing this, Wang Chong withdrew his ravaging claws and obediently lay down. Huang adjusted her position and slowly lowered her waist. Although there was ample lubrication, she still carefully controlled the pace, afraid of causing herself discomfort if she went too fast.

"Ah...it's so swollen..." Huang bit her lip, slowly lowering herself down. The hot, hard object stretched open her passage inch by inch, bringing waves of tingling and numb sensations. Her waist trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Wang Chong lay below, watching his cat slowly engulf him, his breathing becoming heavy. But he remained patient, showing no sign of urging him on.

"Hmm...it's all in..." Huang let out a long sigh, and after a few seconds of getting used to it, she began to slowly sway her hips. Her movements were not yet very skilled, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, but they were full of youthful allure.

"This feeling... is much clearer than last night..." Huang lowered her head, her dark hair swaying rhythmically. She could clearly feel the shape inside her body, each rise and fall bringing new pleasure.

The sounds of flesh colliding gradually echoed in the room, accompanied by intermittent panting. Sweat slid down Huang's smooth back, dripping onto the spot where the two were joined.

However, perhaps because it was Huang's first time, he would always accidentally slip out when he tried to move up and down, so Huang had to straighten him up every time.

"Be good, follow my rhythm..." Seeing this, Wang Chong simply began to support Huang's slender waist, guiding her to move up and down slowly, "Like this, first lift it up a little, and then slowly sit down..."

"Hmm...like this?" Huang clumsily imitated Wang Chong's movements, being very careful with each rise and fall. Her buttocks lifted slightly, first withdrawing most of the way out, then slowly sitting down again, letting it fill her up again.

“Yes, that’s it… but you can use a little more force.” Wang Chong kneaded Huang’s soft buttocks, helping her find the most suitable angle. “Try to twist a bit, don’t just move up and down…”

"Um... how... how do I twist?" Huang asked, puzzled, her blush deepening.

“Like this…” Wang Chong grabbed her waist and guided her to start making circles. “Move and turn at the same time, understand?”

"I...I understand..." Huang followed Wang Chong's instructions and began to try twisting her waist. Her movements were still clumsy, but she quickly found the knack. Each sway brought new stimulation, making her unable to help but let out a soft moan.

"Ah...so good..." Huang gradually mastered the technique and began to increase her speed. Her hips swayed incessantly, the pleasure from the friction making her whole body heat up. "So...so this is what it feels like..."

"Now try to move in rhythm with me, let's move together..."

Huang nodded obediently, trying her best to remember Wang Chong's instructions. She twisted her waist, matching the frequency of Wang Chong's upward thrusts. The two of them gradually synchronized their movements, and the rhythm of their intercourse became more and more harmonious.