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

"No...no! Why! Why is this body doing such disgusting things! Stop! Stop it now!"

Even with the infamous title of "Demon King," even with her hands stained with the blood of countless powerful enemies, even with the burdens she carries with her countless identities, some heavy, some cruel...

But beneath all that, at her most authentic core, in her purest identity as a "girl," Theresa is no different from any other young girl in the world, possessing the softest shyness and the most instinctive defense of purity.

"Why can't I control this body at all? Why does this feeling... ugh!"

It was a pure, wild, and terrifying ultimate pleasure, a realm that her soul, which had struggled with suffering all her life, had never touched and could not even imagine.

It is different from the passionate fervor of fighting alongside ideal comrades, and different from the warm comfort that flows through one's heart when pursuing hope with the female doctor and little Amiya.

This is the purest form of pleasure, both physical and spiritual. Once you've experienced it, you'll never forget it.

This was merely the first faint ripple that Theresa experienced upon awakening her consciousness. Once her consciousness was completely integrated with this body controlled by desire, what awaited her was an overwhelming ecstasy that would utterly shatter reason and force even her soul to its knees!

"No...this shouldn't be happening...Amiya?!"

On the edge of this abyss of despair, Theresa's unfocused gaze suddenly caught sight of a small, incredibly familiar figure beside the man, a figure that made her heart clench at that moment.

She saw her most cherished little Amiya—the current Demon King—licking the stranger's fingers with utmost focus and obsequiousness, like the most submissive pet, a gesture that broke her heart. Her posture was clearly an attempt to please him!

In an instant, Theresa seemed to hear the sound of something inside her shattering completely. A chilling despair, like poison, spread rapidly to every part of her body.

Was I wrong? Perhaps... that woman from the previous civilization was right? Should she really have waited until the very end to act?

If it weren't for my untimely obsessions and actions, how could I have ended up in such a state, enslaved by the most primal instincts of this body?

Theresa's chaotic thoughts were suddenly pierced by a sharp pain, and the cause and effect flashed through her mind like lightning. In the end, all the struggle and grief turned into a silent, bitter self-mockery.

It turns out that from beginning to end, she didn't even have the right to step onto the chessboard. This was merely a game of chess between that woman from a previous civilization and the man before her.

It now appears the battle is over. The man named Wang Chong is the ultimate victor. The only bittersweet relief is that, at least for the time being, the entire civilization of Terra is no longer in danger of destruction.

But the bad news that followed was cold and cruel. Now that she had glimpsed this man's ambition to conquer Terra, how could he easily let her and Amiya, the "treasures" symbolizing the Sarkaz race and the successive Demon Lords, go?

Isn't this appalling scene before us the answer? The one who once stood at the pinnacle has now become a plaything to be defiled at will...

The waves of pleasure surging through her body surged higher and higher, carrying a destructive force that violently assaulted Theresa's crumbling dam of consciousness. How long could the endless sorrow and despair overflowing in her chest withstand this primal and powerful physiological torrent without being completely overwhelmed?

Those cries of agony, perhaps... could only become the final accusations of this demon king before he completely succumbed to the abyss of desire.

……

"No... Waaah... No..."

"Ok?"

Wang Chong paused slightly, his gaze falling on Theresa, whose expression had become strange and awkward, and said knowingly:

"It seems that these 'signs' alone were enough to awaken Theresa's consciousness. She realized what she was doing."

"Heh...so what?"

Precys chuckled softly behind Theresa, kneading her snowy, full breasts with both hands, causing Theresa to let out a few more soft moans.

"She has long since fallen into a female beast that craves you, and is now greedily demanding from you... You only need to do one thing now: accelerate her awakening, and pour more... the source of life into the depths of her body."

After Precys finished speaking, he gently bit Theresa's earlobe, causing Theresa's body to reach another peak due to the intense stimulation from two directions. Clear spring water gushed out from the cave, completely soaking the two of them.

"Ah, just what I wanted."

Seeing this, Wang Chong gave Theresa no chance to catch her breath. He suddenly tightened his arms around Theresa's waist and began an even more ferocious sprint.

The heavy impacts, like war drums, echoed loudly in the vast space, each one carrying the ferocity to utterly pierce through the exquisite body beneath them.

Amiya, who was intently sucking on Wang Chong's fingertips, was startled by the sudden intensification of the intercourse storm and trembled violently.

The sounds of intense physical contact, Theresa's shameless moans, and the sudden surge of a silvery scent in the air—a blend of intense male musk and female nectar—like countless tiny crawling insects frantically burrowing into her ears and nostrils, made her unbearably uncomfortable.

Amiya couldn't help but turn her head, her large amber eyes peering through her sweat-dampened, disheveled hair, once again focusing on the center of the intense entanglement—

As far as the eye could see, Princess Theresa's fair buttocks bounced and rippled pink from the brutal impact.

It was that terrifying dragon, its muscles bulging and covered in glistening slime, that fiercely entered and exited her expansive garden, creating a horrifying scene of decadent, shimmering water.

It was Theresa's face, completely lost in ecstasy, moaning and screaming, her expression a dazed and intoxicated beauty, radiating pure, unadulterated pleasure...

"Gulp...cough!" The shocking scene left Amiya completely disoriented, and she choked on her sucking.

A strange heat, hotter and more surging than before, exploded deep within her lower abdomen! Her legs clenched uncontrollably, and a series of shameful, wet, and itchy sensations, as if something was yearning to be filled, emanated from the depths of her secret garden.

She frantically tried to lower her head, focusing on the sweet blood at her fingertips, but found her heart pounding as if it would burst out of her chest, making it impossible to concentrate. Her gaze, as if drawn by invisible threads, repeatedly drifted uncontrollably towards the intense, suffocating "treatment"...

At the eye of the storm, Wang Chong's movements became increasingly violent as he was enveloped by Theresa's increasingly passionate and skillful way of tightening and pleasuring him.

He looked up at the once unapproachable Sarkaz queen, now writhing and panting, her seductive moans filling the air, and a powerful sense of conquest surged through him.

His thrusts were as fast as a storm, and his force was so fierce it seemed he wanted to pierce through her. The inner walls of Theresa's secret passage were already burning hot from the friction, and each violent thrust brought out large amounts of hot, viscous nectar, producing louder, more erotic splashing sounds and the sounds of flesh colliding.

"It seems... this level is far from enough!"

Wang Chong's breathing was heavy, his eyes burning with the flames of conquest. As he watched Theresa become increasingly engrossed, her waist twisting and swallowing greedily, a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"You insatiable demon king... let me see just how much your body can hold!"

He suddenly lifted Theresa's waist and hips upwards, almost suspending her in the air, and then began a near-destructive ramming at a more vertical and rapid angle!

"Waaaaah—!! It's going to be...done through! Waaaaah!"

Theresa's pitiful wails and gasps instantly reached their highest point, her body being violently tossed and convulsed like a small boat in a stormy sea.

Under such violent penetration, it seemed as if even the deepest gates of her body were about to be completely smashed, crushed, and melted by that angry dragon.

However, her exquisite face radiated an intense, death-like pleasure, and her body instinctively twisted and thrust with greater amplitude and force, greedily welcoming each destructive impact that was enough to shatter her soul!

"Give it all to me...swallow it all! It's your own special antidote!!"

Wang Chong let out a low, beast-like roar, his waist and hips tensing like steel, pinning Theresa firmly beneath him! The enormous dragon head, deep inside the city gate, suddenly swelled and throbbed.

Immediately afterwards, a torrent of scalding, viscous fluid, brimming with the essence of boundless life magic, erupted violently like a volcanic eruption!

"Waaaah—!"

Theresa's scream instantly went off-key, turning into a piercing, almost inaudible wail filled with extreme satisfaction and pain!

Her body tensed instantly, like a fully drawn bowstring, arching high backward, her snow-white neck tracing a beautiful yet fragile arc, before she began to convulse violently to the point of delirium.

From the depths of that tight, scalding flower path came waves of greedy and intense sucking and squeezing, like countless tiny mouths frantically extracting and devouring the ever-flowing torrent of scorching heat.

The magical energy in the air instantly intensified several times over, and the rich life force mixed with the pungent sweetness of desire created a unique fragrance that stirred the soul.

The treatment program has come to an end once again.

At the same time, a more intense, richer fragrance, a mixture of masculine scent, Theresa nectar, and the freshly gushing magic, spread out like a tangible wave.

"This breath..."

Amiya, who was kneeling to the side, twitched her small nostrils violently.

This aroma! This rich scent, ten or even a hundred times stronger than before, carrying a soul-stirring, life-force-infused fragrance, was like the sweetest poison, instantly shattering Amiya's last shred of reason.

His amber pupils suddenly contracted, then dilated, becoming hazy and moist, as if veiled by a layer of desire.

The scorching torrent that had been lingering deep in his lower abdomen suddenly exploded under the intense stimulation of this scent, sweeping through his entire body!

Amiya's entire body skin glowed with an alluring layer of...

Her pink skin was soaking wet between her legs, and the sticky honey-like fluid even slowly seeped out along the smooth inner skin, wetting the ground below her knees.

An unprecedentedly strong desire, an instinctive thirst for that sweet source, completely dominated Amiya's consciousness.

She abruptly released Wang Chong's fingers, which she had been sucking on. Her large, dreamy eyes were now fixed on the spot where the two of them were joined, and her head began to move closer to that spot.

"Ho...ho..."

Amiya unconsciously let out a soft, panting sound like a young animal, her small body trembling slightly with that intense longing.

As if pulled by invisible chains, she crawled on her knees, like a tamed cub, slowly approaching.

Then, under Precys's intrigued gaze and Wang Chong's slightly amused look, Amiya stuck out her soft, pink tongue, with an almost devout obsession and an uncontrollable greed, and carefully, tentatively, gently licked the "milk" overflowing from the joint.

When her tongue touched the slippery, warm liquid with an indescribably complex and mellow aroma, Amiya's body trembled violently, and she let out a satisfied, tearful moan.

The taste was the cloying sweetness of Theresa's honey and the domineering and rich, life-giving essence of Wang Chong's magic source—like the strongest liquor, it exploded on her taste buds in an instant, igniting her entire body!

The electrifying pleasure and satisfaction completely overwhelmed her.

No longer hesitant, no longer shy. She eagerly, greedily, again and again, used her wet, nimble tongue to lick, suck, and swirl every inch of skin where the two were joined.

They eagerly and selflessly swallowed the mixed, magically sweet fluids, as if they were the most precious nectar.

At this moment, Amiya's little face was buried in Theresa's garden, making satisfied and rapid sucking sounds, as if it were the only source of her life. Her amber eyes were completely unfocused, with only the most primal and passionate intoxicating light remaining.

"I really didn't expect that Amiya would eventually lose control too." Wang Chong's gaze swept over Amiya, who was buried in her food, greedily licking and swallowing. Her completely lost appearance made him understand. "It seems that she, like Ghost Shark and the others, has completely become addicted to this magic."

He shook his head slightly, his tone a mix of teasing and barely perceptible smugness: "In that case, there are two more people who need magic to complete their own tasks. Heh, this queue is probably going to be too long to keep up."

Although he was complaining, there was no hint of impatience in his tone; instead, it revealed a smug and arrogant air.

After all, how many people in the world can match the sense of conquest that comes from having both the former and current Sarkaz queens serve them at the same time?

Just then, a soft, seductive call, tinged with panting, drifted into Wang Chong's ears:

"Please...don't...do that kind of thing to Amiya too..."

Chapter 355: Theresa's Exchange Conditions

"Please...don't...do that kind of thing to Amiya too..."

Wang Chong raised his head and looked towards the source of the voice. It was none other than Theresa, who was still connected to him.

It seems that this infusion of magic has finally freed Theresa from her primal desires, allowing her to regain her senses for once.

“Theresia, you seem to have misunderstood something. From beginning to end, you were the ones who took the initiative to do these things.”

Wang Chong narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly said:

"Although you are also victims, forced to awaken this instinct, you are solely responsible for your actions. Now you're demanding that I be a virtuous gentleman who remains unmoved by temptation... Ha, don't you think that's a bit excessive?"

“I… I don’t mean to be demanding of you… I just think that Amiya is too young to withstand that level of harm…” Theresa said while enduring Amiya’s licking.

"Ha, so Amiya is too young to withstand that kind of harm... Theresa, don't you think you're the least qualified person to say such a thing? Who was it that, on the verge of death, placed the burden of the Demon King on that child Amiya? Why didn't you think Amiya was too young at that time?"

Wang Chong said coldly:

"You're making a child bear the burden of your unfulfilled dreams. You yourself have failed, yet you believe that 'the wisdom of future generations' will surely fulfill the dreams you couldn't achieve?"

Hearing Wang Chong's words, Theresa was speechless for a moment. She had only just regained some consciousness and regained control of her body, and was not yet fully awake. She was no match for Wang Chong in the argument.

But Wang Chong did not stop because of Theresa's silence; he continued:

“Theresia, I don’t think you’ve done any better than me in dealing with Amiya. Admittedly, I might have attacked Amiya, or even gone further and hurt her. But at least, I won’t let my woman continue to be unhappy.”

"I will fulfill their wishes. I will help them achieve their unfulfilled dreams."

"Just like Talulah and Yelena, they want the infected to be safe from harm on this land and they want an ideal world for both the infected and the civilians. So I will personally plan step by step to anchor this ideal world in reality. This is the reshaping and rise of the Reunion Movement."

"...So you're saying that if someone becomes your woman, you'll help them achieve their dreams?"

Although Theresa was momentarily speechless at Wang Chong's words, she quickly sensed the implied meaning in his subsequent remarks and immediately asked.

Wang Chong glanced at Theresa with a slightly scrutinizing look, then said, "Is it really as if she was once the Demon King who led a race? Heh, you can interpret it that way, or even treat it as a political transaction."

Suddenly, Wang Chong raised his hand and struck Amiya on the back of the neck. Amiya, who was still licking herself, rolled her eyes upward and fainted.

Then, at Wang Chong's signal, Precys moved Amiya aside to rest. At this moment, Wang Chong sat up and put his arm around Theresa's slender waist.

Because of the sudden change in position, the dragon touched a sensitive spot deep inside, causing Theresa to let out a soft moan.

"Waaah! Don't move!"

Theresa's face flushed instantly, and her hands instinctively pressed against Wang Chong's abs and chest.

"Heh, Theresa, let's not beat around the bush. I'll be frank... Even without what Precys did, you and Amiya were always among my targets."

Wang Chong looked at Theresa's girlish demeanor, chuckled softly, and then continued:

"Just as you guessed, I came here to conquer Terra. And all I enjoy is the process of conquest. Heh, if an old friend of mine heard me say this, he would probably agree with my approach and might even challenge me to another duel."

"Therefore, the leader of Rhodes Island, the current Demon King, and you, the former Demon King who has been resurrected for unknown reasons, have long been the targets of my conquest. Whether by trickery or open scheme, I will make you all 'willingly' become my women in the end."

After saying that, Wang Chong grabbed Theresa's fleshy buttocks with his other hand and began to thrust again. Theresa was startled, and that incomparably ecstatic feeling surged into her heart again, almost making her subconsciously let out a moan of pleasure.

"Is this... is this how you make people 'willing' to do things?" Theresa said reproachfully.

"Haha, is there anything wrong with that? While you're pleasing me, aren't I also pleasing you? This kind of happiness is mutual." (You're missing from the original text, likely a fragment of a poem or poem.)

Wang Chong laughed heartily, completely ignoring Theresa's scolding, and continued: