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

Wang Chong completely enveloped Precy in the black mist, swallowing her whole. Soon, the mist dissipated, and Precy showed no obvious changes, except that a green crown appeared on her head.

When Prisus opened his eyes, he bowed to Wang Chong again and said, "Thank you for your grace, Master."

"Don't rush to thank me. Let me ask one last question. Is what you know in your mind really exactly the same as your original self?" Wang Chong asked.

“There is a difference. Although I used dreams as an analogy before, I actually have a lot of memories and knowledge that have not been implanted into my mind. I am well aware of this.”

Having already pledged allegiance to Wang Chong, Precys naturally had nothing to hide and answered every question.

"Just as I thought... Ha, what a cunning woman." Wang Chong sneered. "In that case, it would be pointless for me to interrogate you again about what other traps you've set up."

"Yes, that should be the case. This is because it was a result that I, in my original form, specifically set up to prevent such an accident from happening."

After finishing speaking, Precys calmly looked at Wang Chong and slowly said, "But, as I said before, Master, if these things make you unhappy, please punish Precys as you see fit."

At this moment, Precys seems to have no significant change in personality from before, except for his loyalty to Wang Chong.

This is because Wang Chong used Priscilla's act of opening her mind to only lock Priscilla's loyalty, without further brainwashing her.

After all, Precy's return mechanism would be a waste of brainwashing her. It's better to just keep this personality, whether it's venting on her or using her as a scapegoat, at least it will make her feel better.

therefore……

“Prisus, then tell me,” the king leaned back, the thick, inky black mist beneath him instantly churning and coalescing into a majestic and cold throne, firmly supporting his body. His deep eyes, filled with undisguised scrutiny and desire, were fixed on the submissive woman before him, and he said, word by word, “How can I dispel the unhappiness that has accumulated over these past few days with you? And what do you intend to do… to properly please your master?”

“Come on,” he said, raising his chin slightly, his voice carrying an unquestionable command, “demonstrate for me.”

Precyth responded meekly. Without the slightest hesitation, she began to crawl forward in an extremely slow and suggestive manner, like the most devout sacrificer.

Every movement deliberately accentuated the curves of her body. The black pantyhose that hugged her full hips tightened with each movement, clearly outlining the rounded, full curves, gleaming alluringly in the dim light.

Just look at Priscilla's supple back undulating, her slender waist concave, creating a breathtaking contrast with the suddenly fuller buttocks below.

Her long, slender legs, encased in black stockings, moved forward alternately between knee-to-knee movements, the taut insteps displaying beautiful lines, silently exuding a submissive feminine charm and highlighting Precys's sex appeal.

Finally, Precys stopped between Wang Chong's open legs, so close that he could feel his breath.

Under Wang Chong's intensely piercing gaze, Precys raised her hands. Her slender fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly as she began to unbutton her upper garment.

Buttons were peeled off one by one, first the coat, then the thin shirt underneath. The fabric slid slowly down the smooth, delicate shoulders, revealing large expanses of skin as white as cream.

Her delicate collarbone resembled the wings of a butterfly about to take flight, with gentle undulations below, and the alluring cleavage subtly revealed by her close-fitting clothing.

Then, she untied the binding around her waist, and her short skirt quietly fell to the ground.

At this moment, apart from the black sheer pantyhose that covered her thighs and outlined her perfect leg shape, and the same black bindings on her feet, she had nothing superfluous on her body.

Her delicate, porcelain-like skin glowed with a warm, jade-like luster in the dim light. Her full breasts, though not fully exposed, were almost spilling out, restrained by the tight black silk garter belts. Her waist was slender, and her hips, encased in black pantyhose, were round and perky, full of elasticity and allure.

Every inch of skin exposed to the air silently tells a story of a forbidden, sacrificial beauty.

Precys bowed down, utterly submissive, and prostrated himself deeply at Wang Chong's feet in the most devout "dogeza" posture.

Her smooth forehead touched the cold ground, her soft hair cascaded down like a waterfall, revealing the delicate and beautiful lines of her nape, which extended down to her smooth back, eventually disappearing at the boundary between her pert buttocks and black pantyhose, forming a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

The round buttocks, tightly wrapped in black stockings and displaying amazing elasticity, were now presented without reservation to Wang Chong's gaze, like the sweetest fruit waiting for its master to pick and enjoy.

Her prostrate body curves, like a meticulously sculpted work of art, silently emphasize submission and seduction with every undulation.

Priscilla's voice, hoarse with a hint of conquering and a subtle seductiveness, rang out clearly:

"Please calm down, Master...vent all your displeasure and anger on your servant."

Wang Chong scrutinized Precy, who was prostrate at his feet in a near-perfect posture. He lightly lifted her chin with the tip of his shoe, forcing her to raise her head. Looking down into her eyes, now filled with submissive obedience, his deep voice held a hint of amusement and inquiry:

"Ha, you get into character pretty quickly, Priscilla. But are you so sure this kind of service can really please me?"

"After all, I have been observing you for a long time, so Punu has long understood your deep desires, Master... Your desire to control and conquer women is almost an instinct etched into your bones, as vivid as a burning flame."

Priscilla gently rubbed her cheek against the shoe that was supporting her chin, feeling the rough texture of the leather. Her voice carried a soft, husky quality, as if she had been completely tamed.

“I do not object to this… reproduction and possession are one of the original cornerstones of the continuation of civilization. This is also the key reason why I ultimately chose to lower my guard against you in the past.”

She held Wang Chong's ankles in her hands, her fingertips gently massaging his firm calf muscles with a soothing touch, while she breathed warm air into them as she massaged them.

“What you crave is complete conquest, absolute control… not meaningless destruction. Therefore, Punu is fully convinced that this submissive body will bring you the pleasure you expect.”

Priscilla's fingertips slowly moved up Wang Chong's trouser leg, and even through the fabric, one could feel the power that was about to be unleashed.

“Of course,” Priss raised his eyes, his gaze moist with a sacrificial reverence, “if Punu has misjudged and failed to ignite the master’s flame of pleasure… you may simply kick Punu away, as if kicking away a worthless, worn-out ball. However, Punu is ultimately different from that worn-out ball…”

Precy buried her face even deeper into Wang Chong's trouser leg, her nose almost touching the taut lines of his inner thigh. Her voice came in a muffled tone, yet it carried a captivating, tingling sensation:

“Punu will obediently roll back and present himself at his master’s feet once more, allowing his master to continue venting his anger until he is satisfied.”

"Ha ha……"

A low laugh escaped Wang Chong's throat, echoing in the dim space, filled with the pleasure of being in complete control:

"Your witty remark about belittling yourself really... pleased me."

He abruptly withdrew his foot, which had been holding Precyth's chin, and slightly spread his legs, adjusting himself into a more comfortable and aggressive sitting posture on the jade-like throne.

Then, Wang Chong stared intently at the woman still kneeling on the ground and said:

"Come up. Since you've been spying for so long, you must know it by heart... Now, show me your determination to please your master and let me see what you're capable of."

Precys responded meekly, "Yes, Master," his voice sweet as honey, making one's heart tremble.

Without the slightest hesitation, she braced herself with her hands on the ground, twisting her waist like a serpent, raising her soft body inch by inch until she was completely pressed between Wang Chong's open legs.

A strong masculine aura mixed with the unique, heart-palpitating pressure of the black mist rushed towards her, causing her smooth back to tense up slightly, and a slight tremor ran through her like an electric current.

Precys took a deep breath, the scent of Wang Chong filling her lungs. Her slender, pale fingers, with a deliberate, almost torturous elegance, once again caressed Wang Chong's belt buckle.

The metal clasp made a subtle yet distinct "click," like a thunderclap in the silence. Then came the sound of the zipper being slowly pulled down, smooth and cool.

As the restraints were released, the suppressed, massive creature sprang out with terrifying vitality, radiating scorching heat and overwhelming aggression, almost slapping against Precys's lowered cheek.

The intense, suffocating scent instantly enveloped Priscilla, domineeringly invading all her senses. Priscilla's pupils involuntarily contracted for a moment, her long eyelashes trembled violently, but she quickly regained her composure, transforming it into a deeper sense of submission.

Precys did not back down, but instead moved even closer, his high nose almost touching the bulging, menacing veins, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the purplish-red, swollen tip, from which glistening dewdrops were seeping.

She extended her small tongue, tentatively and very gently licking away that little bit of salty moisture, as if savoring a rare delicacy, then let out a satisfied moan, seemingly overflowing from the depths of her soul. You sing of my plum blossoms, I think of you, but are you in the forest...?

"This is... Master's... majesty... Pu Nu... likes it very much." She murmured indistinctly, her voice distorted by the heat of her skin. Warm breath sprayed all over the raging dragon, stirring up an even stronger pulse.

Then, she opened her full, alluring red lips.

First, she carefully enveloped the large tip with her soft, moist lips, gently sucking and licking it as if worshipping a sacred object. The delicate touch and astonishing heat made her let out a suppressed whimper deep in her throat. It was as if some switch deep within her body was instantly ignited by this primal contact, and a surge of heat flowed through her lower abdomen.

Then, Precys suppressed the throbbing in her body and tried her best to accommodate more.

However, the size was simply too astonishing. After swallowing only a small portion, her cheeks were already bulging high, her lips stretched to their limit, and a glistening drop of saliva uncontrollably slid down the curve of her delicate jaw, dripping onto her buttocks, which were also tightly encased in black pantyhose and appeared even more rounded and pert due to her kneeling position, leaving a small, dark, damp stain. She felt somewhat suffocated, her throat felt tight, and physiological tears quickly welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"Um... um..."

Precys struggled to swallow, each deep throat bringing a strong urge to vomit, which she forcefully suppressed. Her fair neck tensed, its beautiful lines forming a fragile curve.

Unconsciously, her hands gripped Wang Chong's thighs tightly, her fingertips sinking deep into his firm muscles through the expensive fabric, like someone grabbing onto a piece of driftwood while drowning. The black pantyhose on the inside of her thighs rustled softly against the tension of her body, a sound that sounded particularly lewd in the silence.

Chapter 345: Precys' Loyalty

"We've already adapted to Your Highness's offensive rhythm..."

Amiya was breathing heavily, her forehead almost soaked with sweat. Her gaze was fixed on Theresa, whose breathing was also slightly disordered, and the flame of hope in her heart burned even brighter.

Theresa's attacks, which transformed into invisible threads, were precisely intercepted and neutralized by the black mist surrounding Amiya, no matter how tricky the angle from which they came.

The dense black mist, now like a living serpent, swirled and coiled around her, its head and tail intertwined, forming a self-spinning force field that never ceases to exist.

Sometimes it acts like a whip, forcefully severing the Originium threads that come to strangle it; other times it transforms into a deep vortex, drawing in the attacking threads and instantly devouring and assimilating them into part of the black mist's origin.

"The teacher's black mist power is truly domineering and unparalleled..."

As Amiya dodged the slash from Theresa's sword formed from condensed dust with a backward leap, her mind raced, and she quickly wiped the sweat from her brow.

"I have never seen a power that can suppress and dissipate Originium energy so thoroughly... This feeling is vaguely similar to the Ursus Inner Guard's kingdom, yet it contains a fundamental difference."

Amiya thought to herself.

However, Theresa was clearly also learning and adapting in the battle. Amiya felt a chill run down her spine, keenly sensing the changes in the opponent's tactics:

"Her Highness seems to be trying to break through my defenses. She has found a way—abandoning the long-range entanglement of silk threads and turning to a more direct and violent close-quarters attack, attempting to suppress technique with absolute power... One force can overcome ten techniques!"

"We must hold on! As long as we can hold out a little longer..."

Amiya gritted her teeth, readjusted her defensive stance, and focused intently:

"Perhaps... perhaps we can hold out until Her Highness is exhausted. In that case, even if she still wants to cause trouble for the teacher, she probably won't have the strength to do so."

The moment the thought crossed her mind, Theresa's attacks suddenly became even more ferocious!

She seemed to have completely abandoned her defenses, her figure transforming into a blurry afterimage, carrying a howling storm of Originium dust, and crushing towards Amiya with speed and power far exceeding her previous strength.

It was no longer a fine, delicate cutting motion, but a torrent of Originium energy like a battering ram!

"Oh no!" Amiya's pupils contracted.

The opponent's sudden increase in speed and power pressed down on her in an instant. Under the impact of absolute power, the agile black mist serpentine defensive circle seemed to sluggish and unable to completely deflect the force! She struggled to mobilize the black mist to condense into a shield-like vortex in front of her.

boom!

A dull, deafening roar erupted. The torrent of Originium slammed into the vortex of black mist. The violent energy shock caused Amiya to groan, her feet carving deep furrows in the ground as she involuntarily staggered backward.

The vortex spun wildly, devouring the impact, but Theresa's continuous energy output was causing the "shield" to tremble violently and teeter on the brink of collapse.

Strands of Originium energy, like fine needles, pierced through the gaps in the black mist, leaving tiny bloodstains on Amiya's arms and cheeks.

At this moment, Amiya felt like a small boat in a storm. Theresa's eyes gleamed with an inhuman, icy, and unwavering coldness befitting a "Demon King," as she pressed closer, as if to crush Amiya and the surrounding black mist together.

Amiya's arms trembled uncontrollably under the immense pressure, and the vortex shield formed by the black mist groaned under the onslaught of Theresa's raging torrent of Originium.

Each collision of energy plowed deeper furrows into the ground beneath her feet, and the scattered energy fragments left fine bloodstains on her body.

There was only cold madness in Theresa's eyes as she pressed on relentlessly, showing no sign of stopping.

The suffocating pressure nearly crushed Amiya's will. Yet, on this brink of collapse, Wang Chong's words before leaving echoed clearly in her chaotic mind: "You sing to me, you want to be in the empty forest, are you there...?"

"This time, it's your turn to protect your most beloved prince!"

Protect His Highness!

Protect Princess Theresa!

This was not just an order, but also her deepest and most fervent desire!

If she can't even protect His Highness, what was the point of all her previous struggles and forbearance?

"Drink it all!!!"

An unprecedented, resolute will erupted from Amiya's petite body! It was not just the will to fight against the "feeding desire" within her, but also the will to burn everything and break through limits in order to protect!

The black mist surrounding her, struggling to maintain its vortex, seemed to sense the roar and sublimation of its master's soul, and suddenly became violent and boiling!

At this moment, they were no longer merely docile defensive tools; echoing Amiya's will, they began to reveal their true ferocity and terror.

Chi Chi Chi -!

The dense, decaying black energy was frantically compressed and condensed between her empty hands. No longer a vortex for dissipating or absorbing force, it was rapidly shaping and hardening under the pressure of the destructive torrent of Originium and catalyzed by Amiya's will!

Om-!

A deep, soul-stirring hum resounded. The surging black mist instantly collapsed and solidified, revealing a massive two-handed greatsword, purely composed of condensed, almost tangible, decaying black mist, in Amiya's hands!

The sword was pitch black and deep, as if it could devour all light. Unstable black energy surged along the edge of the blade, emanating a more domineering and aggressive destructive aura than any previous defensive stance!

"Stop...!"

Amiya let out a cry that was both tearful and incredibly resolute, and with all her might, she slashed down at the raging torrent of Originium, wielding the black mist greatsword that seemed to weigh a thousand pounds!

It's no longer about the subtle interplay of "absorbing" and "releasing," nor is it about defensive counter-attacks. This is the purest, most direct clash of power! It's Amiya's desperate, all-or-nothing act, pushing beyond her own limits, as she fights to protect the person she cares about most!

Rumble—!!!

The torrent of Originium, imbued with Theresa's mad power, clashed violently with the broken greatsword that Amiya had slashed down from her hand!

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Immediately following was an energy explosion far exceeding anything seen before, deafeningly loud! The pitch-black destructive power and the rampaging crimson Originium energy, like two roaring dragons, frantically tore and annihilated within the confined space!

The blinding light and churning energy storm instantly engulfed the two figures, leaving only a huge energy crater in their place.

The churning black mist was violently pushed aside, only to be pulled back to the center by an even stronger suction force in the next instant, surging violently around the fiercely fighting core of destruction!

Amiya gritted her teeth, her slender arms bearing unimaginable force, her tiger's mouth splitting open, blood mingling with black mist, but her eyes were fixed on Theresa, who was close at hand with a distorted face, her eyes burning with an unprecedented flame of determination.

She's going head-to-head!