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

“Okay, I’ll give Amiya some more blood…” Wang Chong said, turning around and his gaze fell on Amiya, who was staring blankly not far away. “Amiya, you didn’t… watch the whole thing closely, did you?”

"Eh!? Waaah! I'm...I'm sorry!"

Hearing her name, Amiya seemed to wake from a dream. When her gaze fell upon the ferocious dragon that was slowly approaching and still hanging between Wang Chong's legs, she subconsciously lowered her head to apologize, but her heart was blank, and she didn't know where this apology came from.

However, Amiya's gaze froze once again upon meeting that object's eyes. A strange, captivating fragrance emanated from the top of the dragon.

The smell acted like the strongest catalyst, instantly igniting her suppressed appetite. Saliva flowed uncontrollably, and she tried in vain to look away, only to find that resisting her instincts was more difficult than ever before.

"I...I don't want to end up like His Highness, do I?"

This horrifying thought struck Amiya like a bolt of lightning. She suddenly understood Theresa's previous madness all too well.

You should know that her desires should be far less intense than Bitrecia's, but even so, faced with this "source" full of substances that could replenish her genetic material, she couldn't even look away.

If she herself was like this, then His Highness's previous loss of control was understandable. But deep down, Amiya kept screaming that she couldn't become like His Highness!

"Slide—"

At this critical moment, a cloud of black mist suddenly enveloped Wang Chong's crotch, visually as if a mosaic had been added, and at the same time, the alluring and decadent fragrance also weakened.

Suddenly freed from that deadly temptation, Amiya seemed to lose all her strength, collapsing to the ground with her chest heaving as she greedily inhaled the air.

“That’s what I told you, I should have made you turn your head away a long time ago. You can’t handle this kind of stimulation right now.” Wang Chong walked to Amiya’s side, deftly cut his fingertip, and held the bleeding finger to her lips. “Suck a little more, sucking a little will make you feel much better.”

"Ugh..." Amiya reluctantly put the blood-stained finger into her mouth.

However, after smelling the strange fragrance emanating from the dragon, the blood in her mouth seemed to lose all flavor, becoming bland and tasteless, even giving her a sense of loss that was neither palatable nor worth discarding.

"call--"

Suddenly, a gust of wind tore through the air! At the same time, Precys's urgent warning rang out: "Master, be careful!"

"boom!"

Just as Wang Chong turned around, a dark shadow slammed into his arms like a cannonball, the powerful impact knocking him to the ground.

"!!! Princess Theresa!? No!"

Amiya's finger broke off during the impact. She was horrified to see her attacker—it was Theresia, who had just been slumped on the ground!

Although she didn't understand how Theresa had regained her strength so quickly, Amiya knew that she couldn't let Her Highness make a mistake at this moment.

She struggled to crawl over, grabbing Theresa's shoulders tightly with both hands, trying to pull her off Wang Chong.

"Ugh!" Theresa gave Amiya an impatient shove, and Amiya was thrown to the ground by a strong force, falling and feeling a sharp pain in her shoulder.

However, when she looked again, she was stunned by Theresa's actions.

Theresa's face was filled with anxiety and longing. She straddled Wang Chong, her hands frantically groping and searching his body as if looking for some lost treasure, muttering broken words over and over: "Give it to me...give it to me quickly...that..."

Faced with Theresa's chaotic and frantic attacks, like those of a cub, Wang Chong looked at Priscilla, who was rapidly approaching, and asked calmly, "What's going on?"

"One good news, one bad news," Precys said succinctly.

"The good news is that Theresa's appetite for your flesh and blood has undergone a strange counteracting reaction due to the genetic material you were injected with, resulting in a fundamental change. At least, she will no longer try to 'eat' you."

Precys speaks very fast:

"The bad news is that this appetite has been twisted and transformed into another... more paranoid desire—she now has an almost insane attachment to the genetic material you just injected into her. That's the root of her strange behavior right now."

"Well, all the good news is over. Now, what about the bad news?" Wang Chong lay on the ground, his tone slightly teasing.

“Alright, enough joking around,” Wang Chong said, his tone becoming more serious. “So when she goes crazy now, her goal is very clear: she wants this, right?”

Before she finished speaking, several streaks of black mist shot out like serpents, precisely wrapping around Theresa's wrists as she frantically scratched herself, lifting her up and instantly immobilizing her.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Chong made a slight thought, and the black mist between his legs silently dissipated, revealing the ferocious dragon once again.

Upon seeing her target appear, Theresa's restless body miraculously calmed down a little. Unable to move her bound hands, she instinctively twisted her waist, pressing the wet, muddy valley between her legs tightly against the dragon's burning hot body, rubbing it passionately and repeatedly.

The fine sap was rubbed onto the dragon's body, giving off an even more decadent aura.

"Can I interpret this as... her falling completely in love?" Wang Chong asked cryptically, watching the Demon King's actions beneath him.

“Yes,” Precys confirmed Wang Chong’s guess, “the animal instincts deep in her blood were completely ignited and dominated her. Terra’s species are ultimately different from real humans, and it is especially difficult for them to fight against the primal impulses that originate from the physiological level.”

Precys sighed softly: "Now that things have come to this, you probably have no choice but to continue... and get this done. In fact, this may be the most efficient and direct solution."

"Wait... do you mean you want Teacher and Princess Theresa to do... do... do... do that kind of thing, have a baby?"

Amiya, who had been in a state of shock and speechlessness, finally caught the key words. Her little face was instantly covered with a blush of panic and disbelief, and her voice began to stutter.

"Amiya, I'll say it again."

Wang Chong's voice carried a calming tone, and he spread his hands to show his innocence:

"If you find it unbearable to look at, just turn away. Besides, as you can see, it's not me who's taking the initiative right now, but your beloved prince."

"Since you're so worried about me, why don't you try pulling her away again? Oh, you seem to have already tried that, how did it go?"

These words made Amiya lower her head in shame, her voice barely audible:

“I… I just feel it’s all too sudden. But things have already come to this point… there’s no other way but to cure His Highness.”

"So... teacher, please don't worry about me... I still insist on my previous request: in order for His Highness to fully recover... please... continue."

Amiya mustered her courage to finish speaking, then raised her head again. Although there was still struggle in her eyes, there was also a sense of resignation and determination.

“In that case, come here, Amiya.” Wang Chong stretched out his arm toward her, the wound on his fingertip not yet healed. “Your condition is just as precarious. If you continue to suppress yourself like this, you will eventually follow in Theresa’s footsteps. Continue to absorb my blood, replenish your missing genetic material, and calm that restlessness.”

Amiya obediently crawled over, and without hesitation, put Wang Chong's blood-stained finger back into her mouth, sucking on it gently and attentively, making a soft "gurgling" sound in her throat.

“Precyth,” Wang Chong turned his gaze to the assistant, “Don’t let her dawdle like this any longer. Assist her, remove her clothes, and then guide her… aim at the spot and begin the actual exercise.”

"Yes, I will obey your command." Precys solemnly replied.

She came up behind Theresa again, her slender white fingers deftly unfastening the Demon King's elaborate and noble garments. The clothes slipped down, revealing Theresa's porcelain-smooth back and full, rounded buttocks—a back so beautiful it could eclipse the stars.

Precys held Theresa's flat, firm belly with one hand, while his other hand firmly supported her bouncy, tender buttocks.

Then, she carefully adjusted Theresa's lower body posture, guiding Theresa slowly... toward the Noble Phantasm. Precys's fingers, with undeniable steadiness, guided Theresa's body to sink almost imperceptibly, allowing the core, carrying burning desire, to finally make its first contact and connection with that equally burning entity.

This very initial, superficial contact and acceptance caused Theresa's body to suddenly tense like a fully drawn bow, and an uncontrollable groan escaped her throat, a mixture of pain and inexplicable comfort. An unprecedented, overwhelming feeling of fullness, as if tearing her apart, instantly engulfed her, accompanied by a sense of complete domination that nearly drowned out her remaining consciousness.

The subtle pain brought about by the sudden expansion of the tight touch was inexplicably mixed with a deep sense of belonging and comfort, a feeling of being deeply filled and never having experienced before.

"Ugh..." Theresa's brows furrowed in pain, and fine beads of sweat instantly covered her smooth forehead. Her bound hands instinctively struggled in vain, as if trying to resist this sudden deep fusion.

However, an intense desire originating from the deepest part of her body, driven by an irresistible instinct, made her involuntarily raise her waist slightly, more actively welcoming that deep warmth towards the source that brought her only "comfort".

Wang Chong clearly felt the extreme pressure and the scalding wetness. The touch was so intimate, as if every inch of tenderness was desperately embracing, clinging to, and sucking him. Every tiny friction conveyed the most direct and almost suffocating communication between their bodies.

The intense sensory impact made his Adam's apple bob, and he couldn't help but let out a low, satisfied sigh. He didn't rush to explore further, but instead relaxed his control of his body, completely surrendering the subtle and tense rhythm of the moment to Precys's guidance.

"Ooh... Gently... Gently..."

Theresa's consciousness seemed to struggle weakly against this overwhelming torrent of emotions, managing to regain a sliver of clarity. Broken, pleading murmurs escaped her trembling lips, her entire body quivering uncontrollably. "You're not here, you're not here, you're not here..."

The delicate flower, bearing such a massive presence for the first time, is undergoing a violent and painful adaptation process. Driven by instinct, its inner structure spasms and contracts, futilely trying to repel this overly large and powerful intruder.

At the same time, the hand supporting her below exerted steady force, guiding her downwards in a gentler and deeper motion. Accompanied by a heart-stirring, sticky, and ambiguous wet sound, the treasure began to slowly and steadily pave this initial path.

Every step deeper was a touch that carried a sense of conquest, eliciting even more intense trembling and sobbing from Theresa.

Her body was taut like a bowstring on the verge of breaking, her fingers, bound by an invisible force, clenched into fists. Yet, with each step of that enormous silhouette, a strange sense of satisfaction, originating from the deepest part of her being, a feeling of being utterly filled and completely possessed, inexplicably began to grow, gradually overpowering the initial pain and discomfort, and taking over.

Wang Chong was able to capture with unparalleled clarity every subtle movement of the newly opened, narrow passage.

That untouched path, its tightness and inclusiveness exceeding all reason, seemed to possess an independent will to live. With every inch of progress, the soft warmth within carried an astonishing vitality, layer upon layer embracing and almost greedily absorbing every vein, each tiny scratch bringing an even more vivid thrill.

A warm current continued to flow out, soaking into the tightly connected parts, producing a soft and lingering sound.

Finally, under Precys' steady guidance, Theresa's body sank to the bottom. At this moment, the two were completely and intimately united.

In an instant, Theresa arched her slender neck and let out a long, broken sob. Her taut body seemed to lose all support in an instant, collapsing completely onto Wang Chong. The immense emptiness that tormented her, originating from the very source of her life, seemed to be completely filled and soothed by this branding iron-like presence at this moment.

A moment of silence followed, broken only by deep breathing and lingering sounds. Theresa's brows remained slightly furrowed, but beneath that furrowed brow, a subtle, indescribable weariness and tranquility emanated from the depths of her soul.

Wang Chong began to move. He was not as rough as before, but rather moved backward very slowly, coordinating with Precys's guidance as Theresa lifted herself up.

It was precisely this slow advance and retreat that allowed Theresa to perceive everything more delicately. Theresa's body tensed again, a soft sound escaping her throat. A profound sense of loss, about to be stripped of satisfaction, gripped her, and she instinctively clung tightly to the being that was trying to leave.

"Ugh...don't...go..." she murmured unconsciously, her waist arching involuntarily as she tried to reach down and retrieve the fading warmth.

This subtle, instinctive response ignited a deeper flame. Retreating to the edge, Wang Chong no longer restrained himself, charging upwards to meet it! Precys, in perfect harmony, guided the flame downwards!

With a clearer sound of water, the newly moistened path, with astonishing inclusiveness, once again fully embraced the fiery presence! This time, the connection was faster and more powerful, reaching the deepest part!

"Ah!" Theresa was jolted upwards by the sudden, deep thrust, her bound hands tightening violently as she let out a short, high-pitched gasp.

However, the pain in that sound had greatly diminished, replaced by a chaotic pleasure that was completely possessed and filled to the extreme. Her body trembled violently, her fair skin flushed an unusual red, and her previously furrowed brows strangely relaxed under the impact. Her expression was one of a dazed state, a mixture of pain and ecstasy, almost like she was in a trance.

Once, twice… the slow, deep rhythm gradually took shape. Moving forward, one could feel the thrill of pleasure; retreating, one could feel the reluctant lingering. Theresa's body seemed to have found a resonant melody, each movement triggering a tremor throughout her body and an uncontrollable, soft sob from her throat.

Her waist began to twist and move clumsily, yet with utmost honesty, instinctively seeking a deeper connection and stronger friction.

"Heh...heh...deeper...deeper..." Theresa murmured unconsciously, her eyes half-open, ignited by desire, staring blankly into the void, all reason long since submerged in the torrent of instinct.

She even instinctively tried to imitate a certain deadly entanglement, her movements and releases were quite measured, and she accurately grasped her opponent's weakness.

"Hiss... You learn so fast..." This sudden skill made Wang Chong gasp, and a strong throbbing surged from his lower body all the way up to his spine.

Wang Chong chuckled softly, his expression a mixture of approval and a deeper yearning stirred within him. His hands, no longer idle at his sides, suddenly gripped Theresa's constantly writhing, elastic waist and hips, pinning her firmly in front of him!

"Since you learn so quickly... then enjoy the advanced teaching!" Before he finished speaking, Wang Chong exerted force in his waist and launched a truly fierce and rapid attack!

Then, a dull and rapid impact sound immediately replaced the previous lingering sounds, echoing in the space with primal force and a declaration.

Each thrust was powerful and relentless, each retreat sending up a torrent of swirling, glistening liquid. Theresa was completely overwhelmed by this sudden, violent onslaught. Her body was battered like a small boat in a giant wave, rising and falling wildly. Her bound hands could not move, her slender waist was held down firmly by iron-like hands, and she could only passively endure this fierce onslaught.

Her voice became high-pitched, broken, and continuous, filled with the helplessness of being utterly conquered and a kind of ecstatic ecstasy of drowning in the abyss of ultimate despair. Her brows relaxed completely, her eyes became hazy and unfocused, and even the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up, revealing an almost dazed expression of satisfaction completely dominated by instinct. Her previous nobility and awe had long since vanished; at this moment, she was simply a being driven by primal desire, instinctively craving that burning presence.

Her cavity seemed to come alive, contracting and tightening wildly between each thrust, then stretching and sucking passionately as the dragon entered, displaying astonishing adaptability and pleasing nature.

Chapter 354: Awakening Consciousness and Desperate Reality

"who I am……?"

Where...am I...?

"What...am I doing again...?"

As the classic question echoed from the depths of her soul, Theresa's heavy eyelashes trembled as she opened her eyes, only to be met with a dizzying, boundless expanse of pale white.

This scene was so familiar, as if it were happening again yesterday—just as her blood had drained away, and she entrusted the Demon King's legacy to Amiya's palm. In that instant, a torrent of memories, carrying countless vengeful spirits of the Sarkaz ancestors, roared and howled within the cold Originium crystal.

Their faces are contorted, generation after generation, forever struggling in a vortex of pain, unable to find peace.

In this deathly, pure white space, the thick, inky figures of vengeful spirits were so glaring, so heavy. Their overwhelming rage seemed to materialize into thorns, piercing deeply into Theresa's senses, making her feel their pain as well.

Their despair and resentment, accumulated over thousands of years, seeped into every crevice of her soul like a cold tide, leaving only a heavy, unvented lament pounding in her chest.

How can we free our people from this curse of fate? How can we soothe the eternal wails of the departed souls?

But... what right does she, who has already passed away and returned to dust, have to hope for these things? She was nothing but a complete failure.

Yes, a loser. And that's why, when her consciousness returned to the present world and she saw her brother Theresis again, she knew she could only follow Theresis's path.

If one path is blocked, try another. This was something she and Theresis had tacitly agreed upon long ago. Someone had to find a way to survive for their people.

However, this resurrection did not come without a price. As part of the Sarkaz bloodline, her soul was already inextricably linked to the souls of countless members of her race after her death. Now, even though she has been forcibly separated and her body reconstructed, she has forever lost the foundation for her existence as an independent consciousness.

However, she had long since learned to accept this twisted compromise. The grief and endless regret of the millions of dead had become an inescapable shackle deep within her soul, and she thus carried the chaotic pain and burden, struggling to "survive" in the mire of chaos.

Because she is the Demon Queen Theresa—even if her body dies, her soul will burn out completely, just to pave a bloody path, perhaps the right one, for her people in the thicket of thorns.

“Yes… I am Theresia. What… what just happened? This should be… the void space of the internalized universe…”

Consciousness struggled to rise from the abyss of chaos like a drowning person, and Theresa turned her gaze blankly.

The pure white aura surrounding her, intertwined with the ominous black mist, outlined a scene from the depths of her memory that she least wanted to touch. This familiar scene instantly threw her into the torrent of the past, yet it was also like a cold blade, abruptly cutting through the mist and awakening her awareness of "self".

So... after regaining their identity and determining where they were, only one question remained—

What am I doing right now?

"My waist... seems to be moving up and down? Twisting? But... why? Why am I making such a strange movement?"

At this moment, Theresa's consciousness was still shrouded in thick fog, like a soul whose nerves had been numbed by strong liquor, completely severed from the primal instincts that drove this body.

She seemed detached, watching in astonishment as "herself" put on an absurd performance from the perspective of a cold, indifferent bystander.

"Why...why are my clothes gone? Who...is he? Why...why am I straddling him? What...is this...?" (You Yong is not free, Lin is not available...)

Suddenly, Theresa's consciousness froze, falling into a deathly stillness. Her gaze, as if drawn by a magnet, was fixed on the most intimate and shameful connection between their bodies.

The initial confusion and bewilderment crumbled and disintegrated like fragile ice. After a suffocating silence that seemed to last an eternity, the cold, nauseating truth finally pierced her understanding with destructive force.