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

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To protect her lord, she chose the most difficult and dangerous path. She transformed the power of Shadow Isles, a symbol of death and ruin bestowed upon her by Wang Chong, into a protective sword to face the enemy head-on!

"Again!"

When Amiya saw Theresa struggle to her feet and charge at her again, she drew her sword and charged forward once more.

……

While Amiya and Theresa were locked in fierce combat, on the other side, Wang Chong was observing the battle with the black mist while enjoying the oral service from Precys.

Wang Chong leaned back on his throne, one hand casually resting on the armrest, his knuckles turning slightly white from the silent exertion.

With his other hand, he ran his fingers deep into Precys's cascading brown hair, feeling its smooth, silky texture.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze like the most precise scalpel, meticulously scrutinizing the woman who was crawling between his legs, doing her best to "serve" him, from head to toe.

He took in every subtle expression of hers, every painful frown, every rapid breath she took because she was suffocating, and every tremor she felt because of his pulse.

Priscilla's current posture—the corners of her mouth stretched open, the tears sliding down her cheeks, her taut spine, her body trembling slightly from exertion, and her buttocks, encased in black stockings and displaying a perfect, full curve in the dim light—created a stunningly beautiful picture of utter submission and complete subjugation.

An extremely intense, conquest-like pleasure, a mixture of power and violence, surged violently up Wang Chong's spine like the most intense lava.

The feeling was so pure and domineering that it almost overwhelmed him. Wang Chong thoroughly enjoyed Precy's struggle on the edge of suffocation, her disheveled state as she was forced to swallow, and even more so, her devout, self-sacrificing attitude in order to please him.

“Very good…” Wang Chong spoke in a low voice, hoarse like sandpaper scraping, his hand, which was running through her hair, suddenly pressed her head even deeper into his body. “It seems this body… this awareness… is indeed qualified to be my plaything for temporary amusement. Continue, Pu Nu… use your throat to feel… the weight of your master!”

He exerted a slight force with his hips, thrusting deeper into that warm, tight embrace. Precys let out a broken whimper, the sound reaching deep into his throat, and more tears rolled down his cheeks like broken pearls, his body trembling violently.

Within the throne room, only the man's heavy breathing, the woman's muffled sobs, and the blush-inducing, sticky sounds of flesh colliding and saliva churning remained.

The black mist surged silently behind Wang Chong, as if echoing the raging tide of desire within him, completely enveloping this vivid and alluring scene of submission in its shadow.

"It seems that using your throat to feel things is still too superficial for you."

Wang Chong's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a cruel and smug satisfaction of being in control of everything. He suddenly pulled out his wet and gruesome weapon, the remaining glistening saliva stretching into long, thin silver threads.

Precys immediately began to cough violently, his body curled up and trembling as he gasped for the thin air, his chest heaving rapidly.

Before she could catch her breath, Wang Chong grabbed her soft brown hair and roughly pulled her away from between his legs. The next second, his strong arms wrapped around her slender waist, easily turning her soft, trembling body, which was only covered by black stockings, over.

Before Precys could even cry out, he was forced to lie face down on the cold, inky armrest of the throne in an extremely humiliating position! His smooth back taut into a concave arc, and his cheeks were forced to press tightly against the backrest, squeezing them into a slight deformity.

Her plump and perky buttocks, encased in black stockings, were lifted high, almost suspended in mid-air, and presented completely to Wang Chong's gaze and control.

The black mist around the throne seemed to sense its master's will, swirling and coiling around her dangling legs, firmly fixing them to the throne and causing her legs to part slightly, completely exposing the most hidden entrance to the valley.

The crotch of the black stockings was stretched taut, the thin fabric almost embedded in the soft skin, creating shameful yet alluring folds.

“Since you say you want to please…” Wang Chong’s cold hand slammed heavily onto her round, full buttocks, causing the soft flesh beneath the black stockings to ripple dramatically, leaving a clear, pale red handprint. “Then use this part of yours to properly demonstrate what it means to endure your master’s displeasure!”

He showed no mercy before the sound of pantyhose being torn rang out.

Then, the large, thick, and hard tip scraped open the underwear, pressed against the wet and sticky entrance, and with a slight tremor in Precys' body, it suddenly thrust in all the way!

"Ah—!" A short, mournful cry escaped from Precys's flattened mouth.

The excruciating pain of being violently torn apart deep inside her body instantly tensed her entire body, her toes curling painfully inside her black stockings.

Even in the data consciousness world of the internalized universe, a trace of red thread still flows out from the occupied and broken through the dark hole.

Her full buttocks contracted and trembled violently under the black stockings, trying to relieve the inhuman feeling of fullness.

Wang Chong let out a satisfied sigh, feeling the intense, moist embrace inside and the frictional pleasure brought by the resistant contractions.

He leaned down, his hot breath brushing against her sensitive ear, and then uttered a cold command: "Squeeze tight, Punu. That's an order."

“Yes… Master…” Precys’ voice trembled and broke, but she carried out the order without hesitation. She endured the tearing pain, mobilized the strength of her waist and hips, and skillfully, like sucking, tightened the intruder inside her.

This proactive, submissive compliance instantly ignited an even fiercer flame.

"Very well!" Wang Chong roared, completely abandoning his restraint. He grabbed the incredibly alluring waistline outlined by the black stockings and began a storm of assault!

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" The sound of solid flesh slamming heavily against supple buttocks, mixed with the sticky sound of fluids being stirred and squeezed, echoed intensely within the throne space.

Each fierce thrust forced the buttocks, encased in black stockings, to deform, leaving deep finger marks; each violent withdrawal caused the buttocks to bounce violently, giving the surface of the black stockings an alluring sheen.

Precyth was like a small boat in a storm, pinned to the handrail, forced to passively endure the wild impact from behind.

Her body swayed violently under Wang Chong's control, her brown hair was already disheveled, her delicate collarbone rose and fell with each impact, and her full breasts rippled with breathtaking waves with every thrust.

Physiological tears and saliva flowed uncontrollably, soaking the cold backrest. Extreme pain intertwined with a bizarre, utterly conquered, twisted pleasure, pushing her to the brink of collapse.

“Do you see that, Priscilla!” Wang Chong’s voice was filled with violent panting, and his movements became increasingly ferocious. “This is how you ‘please’ your master! Use your pain, your struggle, your conquered body to quell my anger! Remember this feeling! For the next three years… you will serve in this way!”

Broken sobs and a more submissive, sacrificial tightening became Precys's only response.

The black mist churned and roared behind Wang Chong, just like his frantic outpouring of desire and absolute control, swallowing the humiliated, trembling, snow-white body beneath the throne and the ruthless conqueror together into the abyss of desire.

Wang Chong continued to thrust violently into the woman beneath him, feeling her warm, tender inner walls clinging to him with each penetration. He could sense that Precy's body was slowly adapting to the rhythm; her initially stiff body gradually relaxed, and she even began to slightly respond to his thrusts.

Wang Chong keenly noticed the change in the person beneath him. What had initially been only slightly damp...

The inner walls clung tightly to him. He could feel Priscilla's body slowly adapting to the rhythm, its initially stiff body gradually relaxing, even beginning to slightly reciprocate each time he entered.

Wang Chong keenly noticed the changes in the person beneath him. The passage, which had been only slightly damp, was now incredibly wet, with warm nectar slowly flowing down the joint and forming a small, glistening puddle on the throne.

Even Precyth's breathing changed from painful gasps to a pleasant murmur.

"Heh...it seems I'm not the only one enjoying this game." Wang Chong deliberately slowed his pace, each thrust grinding heavily over that one spot, eliciting an even stronger reaction from Precys. "Is this what they call accepting punishment? Or are you actually looking forward to this kind of treatment?"

“Yes… Master… Punu likes it very much…” Prissis responded breathlessly, her brown hair already soaked with sweat, clinging messily to her cheeks and neck. Her hips actively responded to each thrust, displaying an astonishingly submissive posture.

"Please, Master... a little harder..." she pleaded softly. "Punu is willing to endure anything for Master... even pain can be transformed into pleasure..."

Wang Chong sneered, "You're a born slave. To be treated like this and still feel something, it seems you're even more suited to this role than I thought."

He leaned down and pressed himself against Priscilla's smooth back, one hand gripping her slender neck while the other roughly kneaded her full breasts. Priscilla moaned with pleasure beneath him, her long legs trembling slightly from the stimulation.

"Ah... Master... Punu is almost there..." Priss's moans grew more urgent, and honey-like fluid gushed out like a spring, making a mess of the place where the two were joined.

Wang Chong felt her contractions violently and growled, "It's almost over? What a shameless slave. Accept your master's things properly!"

Precys obediently tightened her lower body, like a greedy little mouth clinging tightly to the invading hard object. She twisted her slender waist, ensuring that each thrust reached precisely to the deepest point.

“Master is right… Punu is a shameless slave…” Prissis gasped, belittling himself. “I was born to serve Master… Please, Master, use Punu’s body as you please…”

Wang Chong was further aroused by her wanton behavior, and his movements became even more frenzied. The black mist churned around him, reflecting the twisted pleasure on his face.

"In that case, let's fill you up completely!" he growled after a particularly intense thrust.

A torrent of scalding heat gushed forth, pouring over Priscilla's most sensitive areas. Priscilla screamed, her entire body trembling violently, her lower abdomen bulging slightly from the intense heat.

Wang Chong watched with satisfaction as the marks he had left inside her slowly seeped out, leaving trails of filth on the black throne. Precyth slumped against the armrest, her brown eyes filled only with deep submission and longing.

"Thank you, Master, for this gift... Punu will cherish it dearly." Prissis thanked her weakly but sincerely, as devoutly as a believer receiving communion.

Chapter 346: The Cyber Ghost's Final Path

"Phew...that should be about right."

Vigus looked at the Demon King, who was now completely bound by her own shadow, and wiped the sweat from her brow. This was the first time she had encountered such a formidable opponent; the magical system, so different from that of Runeterra, had given her quite a headache.

Fortunately, with the combined power of his decadent magic and shadow, he finally managed to subdue the enormous First Demon King, gradually depleting its life force until it was under control and could be killed with a single strike.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I've finished here. Can I go back and rest now? It's so noisy here. Tell Karthus to shut up."

Even though the battlefield was divided, Vigus could still hear Deathsong Karthus's shrill and unpleasant concerto.

"puff!"

Suddenly, the Blade of the Ruined King flew out of the black mist and pierced directly into the head of the First Demon King. Thus, the ancestor of the Sakaars clan, the First Demon King, returned to his homeland once more.

Vigus visibly relaxed upon seeing this, meaning her mission was over. However, the moment she let out that sigh, a phrase echoed in her mind, and her expression instantly betrayed her inner turmoil:

"What? You want me and the others to deal with the remaining Demon Kings? That's not fair! Why are the ones who finish quickly being given more tasks!"

"...Ugh, no, I don't want to team up with that guy Karthus... Fine, I'll go help the others deal with the Demon King, okay... Waaah."

Poor Vigus, after haggling with Wang Chong, ultimately chose to resolve the matter with others, looking very sad.

"Thresh is too sneaky, pass; I can't keep up with Hecarim's charge speed, pass; Maokai fights faster than me, pass; Elise... uh, those spider webs are disgusting, pass; Yorick too, digging in the dirt everywhere, I don't want to go to the shower covered in dust, pass; Gwen is fine when she's not fighting, but when she does, she's like a crazy girl, I'm really afraid her shadow will get cut off by her scissors, pass too..."

Vigus counted her teammates, and basically none of them were very compatible with her.

"Looks like it's just Kalista. I'll use my shadow to restrain that big guy, and she can unleash her full power. Yeah, that's it!"

She had no intention of continuing to expend so much energy using magic. She'd slack off whenever possible; after all, her king only wanted her to help her teammates, so she'd just play support and ensure victory.

So Vigus immediately chose a direction and headed towards her chosen teammates.

While Vigus was slacking off, Maokai was working like he was on steroids. After taking down the second Demon Lord, he immediately started helping Karthus relieve the pressure, controlling one Demon Lord after another and defeating them one by one.

Besides Maokai and Vigus completing their original tasks, Thresh's team is also almost finished with the battle.

Thresh's fight dragged on for a while, but that's because he chose to fight the strongest opponent, the Demon King. You, Yong, I think you're free, Lin, are you there...?

Furthermore, Thresh's fighting style is rather sinister; he consistently avoids Quinon's direct confrontations, slowly weakening his opponent through underhanded tactics like using his black mist and hook blades. Therefore, it ultimately took a very long time for Quinon to completely lose his fighting ability.

"Hehehe... Death is not the end. What a pity, I was originally going to taste the pain of your soul. But since the king has given the order... I can't spoil the king's enjoyment."