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

"Ugh... Sister... Master... Medusa feels so bad... Ahh." Little Medusa murmured incoherently, her whole body trembling uncontrollably under the double stimulation. Already lost in passion...

Wang Chong's thick, long weapon propelled her to the peak of ecstasy. She felt waves of tingling pleasure emanating from her most intimate parts, and an unprecedented desire gradually took over her mind. The flesh inside her lower body began to tighten suddenly, and the soft cradle deep inside slowly descended, eagerly sucking on the large tip of the invading spear.

"Little Medusa, your body is so tight... Ugh, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to start moving my hips again." Wang Chong felt that the flower cave in her lower body was tightly gripping his weapon, and with each deeper exploration, a large amount of beer foam was sprayed out. Then he started moving his hips, increasing the frequency of his hip movements, and powerfully thrusting into Little Medusa's body again and again.

"Ugh... Master, it's not good there... It's too deep... Medusa is going to break..." Little Medusa gasped repeatedly, her fleshy legs instinctively wrapping around Wang Chong's waist, welcoming his powerful thrusts. She could clearly feel that thick weapon constantly scraping against the sensitive parts of her inner walls, bringing her indescribable ultimate pleasure.

Stheno and Euryale exchanged a smile upon seeing this, and then began to knead Medusa's breasts.

“Little Medusa, let your sisters give you another hand.” Stheno said, then picked up little Medusa’s already erect nipples with her thumb and forefinger and twisted them hard.

"Ah... Sister, sister... be gentle... Medusa can't take it anymore!!" Little Medusa cried out, her lower body's passage contracting violently, tightly enveloping the huge weapon inside her.

"Shouldn't the Master slow down a bit, so as not to hurt our Medusa?" Euryale deliberately asked Wang Chong, while increasing the force in her hands, pinching the little Medusa's pointed horns as if trying to squeeze water out of them.

Stimulated by the pressure on her chest, Little Medusa continued to squeeze and tighten her passage. Wang Chong, pushed to his limit by the pressure from Little Medusa's flower path, refused to stop. He grabbed Little Medusa's two thighs and put them on his shoulders, then held her hands, interlocking their fingers, and began his final thrust.

"Hoo hoo, starting the final sprint? Hmph, but Master, have you forgotten this is still punishment?" Euryale finished speaking and stood up with Stheno, seemingly letting Medusa off the hook for the time being. Then, the two of them jumped onto Wang Chong's back and sat down, forcing him to lie entirely on top of Medusa. Naturally, the weapons pierced through the deepest part of the body in an instant, striking the very cradle of life.

"Ughhhhhh—!" Little Medusa let out a high-pitched moan, her body trembling violently and convulsing under the stimulation of deflowering. Her hands frantically clawed at the sheets, her toes curled up, and she was swept into wave after wave of ecstasy.

Wang Chong felt his clone being enveloped by a warm, surging current. He couldn't help but groan, unable to withstand the stimulation any longer. With another low growl, he finally poured a large amount of beer foam into Little Medusa's cradle space. The scalding liquid filled the small space.

"Haa...haa..." Little Medusa lay exhausted on the bed, her eyes rolled back, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"She's so happy she's rolling her eyes like that!"

"Master, really, it looks so comfortable~ You've already filled this silly little sister Medusa's insides to the brim, and the bag is still twitching. You're almost as good as that... fire hydrant outside~"

Euryale and Stheno said with a smile.

"This is the goddess's mischievous trick~ Master, the night is still long~ Don't think that just because you've knocked our silly little sister unconscious, you'll pass our punishment round next~"

Chapter 84 The Wife's Dream

It was very late at night. Wang Chong looked at the three unconscious goddesses, their bodies bathed in milk and champagne, and wiped the sweat from his brow. He didn't dare get out of bed to walk; otherwise, he was afraid his legs would give way and he'd collapse onto the floor, which would be too embarrassing.

"Congratulations, host, for conquering all three Gorgon sisters and winning their hearts. You are hereby rewarded with 500 villain points. Your current villain points are 7740."

"Your inherent skill [Goddess's Favor B] has been upgraded to [Goddess's Favor A]. Your constitution and strength have been boosted, and your charm has been increased. You have gained the title [Goddess Killer]. Title effect: You have a great charm boost to goddesses or female divine Servants, and also a charm boost to ordinary women."

"Adding charm is alright... but directly boosting the inherent skills is pretty good. Hmph, I feel like even my clone can go toe-to-toe with Gilgamesh without using EA now." After sensing his own power, Wang Chong made a rough judgment.

"Hmph, so host, hunting for women is also an important part of villainous behavior~ When you're using combat power and strategy to manipulate those Masters and Servants, don't forget to improve in this area," the system said.

"You've reminded me. It seems I'll have to take better care of Mrs. Tohsaka and... Mrs. Irisviel from now on." At this moment, the power of black mist rose from Wang Chong's hand, beginning to activate the Greater Grail beneath the earth's veins and establish a connection with a Lesser Grail.

……

Einzbern Castle

At this moment, Artoria, with mixed feelings, was on night watch, patrolling the castle. She and Irisviel had just managed to make contact with her Master, Kiritsugu Emiya, but Kiritsugu's situation was not good; he was being watched by assassins.

He plans to rest outside tonight and then try to reunite with Irisviel and Artoria tomorrow.

When Kiritsugu Emiya heard that the Ruined King had requested a meeting with Artoria and Irisviel, he remained silent for a while, after all, he had previously shot the Ruined King's Master.

It wasn't a matter of moral obligation; even if there were, it was never a consideration for Kiritsugu Emiya. What worried him was the look his Master gave him when he fired the shot. He wondered if his identity had been exposed, and whether his relationship with Irisviel had become a target for their schemes.

After much deliberation, it was decided that Irisviel and Artoria should try to make contact with the other party. Firstly, they did need some relevant information to assess the situation. Secondly, Kiritsugu Emiya was unable to return to Einzbernburg and could only try to meet up with Artoria and the others during the daytime in the city.

After finalizing the arrangements, the communication was temporarily suspended. Irisviel and Artoria exchanged a few words before returning to their rooms to rest.

As for Artoria, today's events had a significant impact on her, whether it was her narrow defeat against Diarmuid and the sealing of her Noble Phantasm, or her encounter with Mordred and being hit in the face by her Noble Phantasm, resulting in a crushing defeat.

Artoria could only see these as insurmountable barriers she had to overcome on her path to saving Britain. Even if she was covered in wounds, even if she failed and died, she would struggle on with all her might... even if she had wavered once again.

"I wonder if Irisviel is sleeping soundly?" Artoria thought to herself as she passed by Irisviel's room again. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night for her.

Inside the room, Mrs. Irisviel was not sleeping soundly. She was sweating slightly, and a faint wisp of black mist appeared on her forehead.

……

Where...is this place?

In a daze, Irisviel felt as if she had just woken from a dream, but she felt as if she had forgotten something. She looked around at the dim world, shrouded in black mist, which made her a little scared.

For a moment, Irisviel instinctively took a step back, but suddenly felt her back bump into someone, and she lost her balance and ended up leaning directly into the other person's arms.

For some reason, Irisviel didn't rush to get up immediately. In that person's embrace, she felt a warm and secure feeling, which gave her peace of mind in the world shrouded in black mist, making her subconsciously unwilling to move.

"Who...who is it?"

A moment later, Irisviel realized that she shouldn't be lying in the arms of a complete stranger and quickly tried to break free from his embrace.

Suddenly, her breasts were grabbed and kneaded by a pair of large hands. A tingling sensation shot through Irisviel's mind, and the firm, rough touch made it clear that it was a man's large hands.

Irisviel instantly tried to struggle free from the other's control, but found her body inexplicably limp and powerless to break free. She tried to call for help, but found she could only open her mouth to exhale, unable to utter a sound.

Even through the thin fabric, you could feel the warm, rough, and powerful hands kneading those pert peaks, shaping them into various forms, experiencing their amazing elasticity and softness.

The tingling sensation made Irisviel's scalp tingle, and it also made her more terrified. She desperately tried to twist her supple waist and sway her upper body from side to side in an attempt to break free from the control of those large hands.

The range of motion is minimal; from an observer's perspective, it appears more like it's yielding to the other's kneading.

Therefore, such twisting seemed to arouse the lust of the person behind her even more. With a forceful tug, he tore off the clothes on her chest, and her perky, soft white breasts bounced out like big white rabbits, startling Irisviel into a gasp. Of course, Irisviel only opened her mouth, but still couldn't make a sound.

Her clothes were gradually pulled down to her waist, revealing her alluring, fair skin. Those large hands then reached for her breasts again, no longer caressing them through the fabric, but directly touching Irisviel's smooth, jade-like skin. The rough palms rubbed against her youthful, tender skin, sending waves of electric-like sensations through her.

"Who is it... No... It hurts so much... Waaah! Why did this happen..."

For the first time, Irisviel felt utterly helpless, and tears welled in her eyes with fear. In a hazy state, Irisviel suddenly realized that the surroundings were brightening, and she found herself in a snowy field. Although it was still snowing heavily, she didn't feel particularly cold.

"ah!"

Suddenly, Irisviel's eyes narrowed slightly, and she instinctively tried to fold her hands to cover her chest, because she saw two figures chasing and playing not far ahead.

"Hahaha, Kiritsugu, you can't catch me, oh oh!" A sweet, girlish voice rang out.

"Ilya, slow down." A somewhat muffled male voice came from afar.

"Eh... Kiritsugu... Illya... that name sounds so familiar... Ugh! I can't let them see this!"

For some reason, Irisviel felt a slight sense of familiarity when she heard those two names, but soon, a deep-seated fear filled her heart. However, the torment from behind seemed to have only just begun, as the person relentlessly savored the fullness and elasticity of her breasts, even beginning to caress the gradually hardening, delicate tips.

"No, stop!"

Irisviel was filled with anxiety, but this anxiety didn't seem to be simply because she was afraid of being seen in her provocative manner; rather, it was more directed at the strange yet familiar father-daughter duo who were watching...

But the man behind her paid no heed to Irisviel's feelings, greedily playing with her erect breasts, his fingertips constantly swirling around the top, as if mocking Irisviel's struggling emotions, wantonly kneading those two red nipples.

She was being roughly played with by a stranger of unknown origin, yet why did that electric-like stimulation keep spreading through her chest? Why was her body so uncooperative in responding to such lewd acts? Irisviel looked at the father and daughter with their backs to her in the snow with immense contradiction. She wanted to call out to the only father and daughter present to help her out of her predicament, but deep in her soul, she was afraid that the father and daughter would turn around and see her in such a wretched state.

Suddenly, the white-haired girl began to turn around, and time began to pass incredibly slowly. A suffocating feeling that struck Irisviel's very soul came over her.

"no, do not want……"

Sounds seemed to echo around, the sound of snowflakes became clearer, and the stimulation from the man's palm became more and more obvious. A tingling and numb sensation starting from the lumbar spine reached its peak at this moment.

"I...Ilya! No...don't turn around!"

A fearful cry resounded from the depths of Irisviel's soul, and at the same instant, the turmoil reached its peak, the immense stimulation causing a dizzying white light to flash in Irisviel's mind.

"No...don't look at Mommy!"

The last sound drifted and echoed across the snow...

……

"No...no...no!!!"

"Irisviel! Are you alright?!"

She opened her eyes and woke up instantly. Irisviel sat up abruptly, panting heavily, sweat streaming down her face. At the same time, Artoria's anxious voice came from beside her.

Irisviel looked at Artoria beside her, who was looking at her with concern. Only then did Irisviel realize that she was lying in bed, and a ray of morning sunlight was shining through the curtains onto the bed.

"Was it just...a dream?" Irisviel murmured.

Chapter 85 The Nightmare Has Only Just Begun

"Irisviel, what happened? I just passed by the door and heard you shouting, so I rushed in immediately."

Artoria sat on the edge of the bed, asking with concern.

"It's nothing... Saber, I probably just had a nightmare." Irisviel exhaled, her face showing some fatigue, and forced a smile.

"Are you really alright? What kind of dream did you have that made you like this?" Artoria asked with concern.

"I... um... it's nothing. It's probably because of Kiritsugu's accident yesterday, so I was thinking about it during the day and dreaming about it at night. I dreamt about something terrible." Recalling the contents of her dream, Irisviel found it difficult to speak, and in the end, she just made up a plausible lie to get by.

"Don't worry, Irisviel... I will definitely win back the victory this time for Master and for Irisviel, and I will never let you worry again." After listening, Artoria blamed herself for Irisviel's nightmare. If she could have brought victory on the first night, Irisviel would not have suffered such a thing.

"Um... Saber, you can go out now. I need to change my clothes. I've been sweating a lot, and my clothes are soaked." Irisviel suddenly blushed and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Yes, you can call me anytime if you need anything." Artoria nodded. She knew that Irisviel might need some time to calm down rather than change her clothes, so Artoria continued her patrol of the castle to prevent any unscrupulous people from breaking in.

After seeing Artoria leave, Irisviel finally breathed a sigh of relief, then blushed and threw back the covers, revealing that her bottom was completely soaked.

"Why would I have such a terrible dream... What on earth is going on?" Irisviel seemed quite worried, especially the moment at the end of the dream when her daughter Ilya turned around—that feeling was truly terrifying... and also too overwhelming...

"What am I thinking! Honestly! This wretched dream is making my brain a little distorted." Irisviel patted her face, trying to clear her mind.

"Go take a shower...maybe it will make you feel better."

With that thought in mind, Irisviel took off her sweat-soaked light gauze nightgown and went straight into her private bathroom to shower.

……

"Splash—"

Gazing at the spraying water, feeling the warm water washing away the sweat, it was as if the pure water could also wash away the lingering tactile sensations left by the terrifying, unknown man in my dream who had ravaged my body. But whenever I recalled the scenes from the dream, it felt as if an invisible hand was kneading my proud, erect breasts.

"Is it really that tingly?" In a moment of distraction, Irisviel unconsciously started kneading her hands, but the feeling she had imagined did not appear, and there was no special feedback.

"It was just a strange dream after all," Irisviel thought to herself, and could only sigh and bury the matter deep in her heart.

“Just like Saber said… is this just my unease?” Irisviel thought to herself.

……

As the first rays of morning sunlight streamed in, Wang Chong awoke from his sleep, and unconsciously squeezed his fingers over a small hillock.

"So small... something feels off?" Wang Chong couldn't help but complain, but when he turned around, he saw Medusa's pitiful face, as if she was about to cry. And his devilish claws were right there on Medusa's little mound.

"Uh... Little Medusa, can I say I didn't mean to?" Wang Chong was completely powerless against her pitiful appearance and desperately tried to explain.

"It's alright, Master... I've always liked you, Master. In fact, I was the one who deceived you first. My body isn't as beautiful as my sisters', yet my sisters pretended to be like that, and then you, Master, took advantage of my wretched body. Waaah, I'm so sorry, Master. Don't blame my sisters, blame Medusa." Medusa's voice trailed off.

"No, that's not true. Little Medusa is very cute too. Don't underestimate yourself." Wang Chong hugged the little Medusa, who seemed to have an inferiority complex in front of her older sister, with great affection.

"Really...?" Little Medusa asked, still somewhat uneasy.

"Can't you feel it with your thighs?" Wang Chong said with a playful smile.

"Thigh... Ugh! Master, you're so mean." Medusa was slightly taken aback when she heard the words, but she quickly felt the weight of the weapon at the base of her thigh.

"Do you still want to try what happened last night?"

"Sigh...I want to..."

The sound was very soft, but upon hearing it, Wang Chong instinctively reached down with both hands without hesitation.

"Ugh... Master, please be gentle..."

……

About an hour later, Wang Chong left the room feeling refreshed, leaving Medusa alone to rest. Stheno and Euryale seemed to have gotten up quite early and were busy with something.

Wang Chong didn't go looking for those two wicked goddesses for the time being. Anyway, with the Black Mist Ring, it would be easy to notify them to come over. He needed to prepare his next steps first.

"Ding—You have used covert means to establish a special link with Mrs. Irisviel through the Greater Grail, controlling the content of her dreams and beginning to corrupt Irisviel's mind within them. Inheriting the Prime Minister's abilities, you have subtly manipulated her dreams, leading her into the abyss of depravity without anyone noticing. Your methods are so skillful that even the gods and demons would be ashamed! Special reward: 1000 Villain Points, current Villain Points: 8740, one Epic Lottery draw, and the passive ability [Eye of Insight]."

"【Eye of Insight】Effect: Has a high probability of seeing through the enemy's moves or physical weaknesses and attacking them. When the target is of the opposite sex, sensitive points will be marked, giving the opposite sex creature a double pain and pleasure effect, truly experiencing what it means to suffer pain and pleasure at the same time."

"Ding—You have triggered the side quest [Irisviel's Nightmare Silver Fall]. Side quest objective: Reach 100% corruption value for Irisviel. Quest rewards: 1000 villain points, 3 epic lottery draws, Einzbern family human creation technology, one set of Kiritsugu Emiya's magic circuit (with inherent attributes and traits), Inherent Time Control (complete), 66 Origin Bullets, and the corresponding sidearm."

"It's finally activated? All my design work wasn't in vain." Wang Chong smiled faintly after hearing the system notification.