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

"You are just like those idealists, living a very tiring life, willing to give your all for your ideals."

"Now I'll tell you frankly, I not only have the means and power to achieve all of this, but I can also free you from your worries and sorrows, and allow you to savor happiness like today countless times in the future. So, Theresa, are you still willing to give up everything?"

"I...no...you're switching things out...waaaah!!"

Theresa hesitated for a moment. Just as she realized that the other party was using a veiled argument and was about to refuse, Wang Chong pulled Theresa into his arms. Their skin touched, and Theresa's breasts were completely pressed into round pancakes by Wang Chong's firm chest muscles.

After Theresa gasped, she was momentarily at a loss with her hands, unsure whether to hold the other person or put them down, and just stood there frozen.

“Look at me, Theresa.”

Wang Chong's words seemed to possess a magical power, and coupled with the renewed desire he had stirred up, they left Theresa in a state of semi-consciousness and semi-intoxication, which made her involuntarily do as he said.

At this moment, their noses touched, and their pupils were so close that they could even see each other's reflections in their eyes.

“You have already failed once. Although you have been resurrected, I am sure it is not of your own will, after all, you have entrusted your ideals to that child Amiya.”

Wang Chong said in a deep voice:

"So to put it bluntly, you're just compromising and doing the work for others. Maybe it's still for your people. But that's no longer your path, your way."

"You have lost your free will. Since that's the case, isn't compromise the same as compromise? Why not choose a truly smooth and unobstructed path to success?"

"Think about it carefully... This man in front of you... is a man who could defeat even the biggest mastermind behind the previous civilization, a man who could make him bow down in submission. Do you think anyone else can stop my advance?"

"You even want the Sarkaz to have a new home where they are no longer discriminated against and no longer have conflicts with others, and in fact I have already done that."

"The Sarkaz of the Reunion Movement have always lived in harmony with the rest of the Reunion Movement. Their enemy is not their race, but the oppressors who oppress them."

After saying this, Wang Chong took a deep breath, pressed his forehead against Theresa's, and tightened his embrace. Then he slowly said:

"Theresia, become my woman, and I will let you see the moment when your true ideals come true in the future. This is my promise to you."

"You should also understand that even if you don't agree, your body can no longer leave me. At least before you become a mindless animal, you can still truly make your own decisions for once."

"Choose, Theresa. Will you agree to become my woman and watch with a clear mind how I fulfill this promise? Or will you refuse me and ultimately become just another female beast who only knows how to train and train?"

With each word, Wang Chong would thrust forcefully into Theresa's flower-like opening, giving her little time to think. Theresa passively submitted to his pleasure while listening to his words.

Especially under his gaze, Theresa could clearly sense that every word Wang Chong said was true, which left her completely bewildered.

Even during the heated questioning, the two were so close that their lips sometimes touched several times. To outsiders, it looked like they were completely engrossed in flirting, hardly like they were discussing serious matters.

In the end, Theresa sighed. Although she knew that Wang Chong had spouted a lot of fallacies and that he was deliberately interrupting her thinking to prevent her from making an accurate judgment, she was still aware of the underlying reasons.

But Wang Chong was right about one thing... She was already a loser; compromising with anyone was still compromise, and she had long since lost her free will.

Her brother's path was ultimately not the path she wanted to follow. If she could, she would much rather see Amiya succeed... but given the current situation, Amiya herself would likely fall under the control of the man before her.

If... she still wants to see her dream come true, then agreeing to the other person's request has become the only solution.

Moreover, she also sensed another layer of meaning in Wang Chong's words. Theresa suddenly asked, "Do you...know me somewhere?"

Wang Chong was taken aback. He hadn't expected the other person to answer his question with a question, especially such a seemingly irrelevant one. So he asked in a deep voice, "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"Because I always feel that you really understand me... understand my thoughts and feelings, understand my choices, understand my pain..."

Theresa said slowly:

"Besides, you said it yourself, even if I refuse, I can only become a female beast and be controlled by you."

"But... the tricks you just used seem to be hoping that I'll agree to be your woman."

"Do you...like me?"

Chapter 356: The Demon King's Belonging

Theresa's words were like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, creating ripples in Wang Chong's heart, causing him to pause in his actions and slow down his all-encompassing control.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, leaving only the barely audible breathing of the two people.

After a brief silence, a sudden soft laugh broke the tranquility. Wang Chong seemed to have heard something extremely amusing, and he chuckled, shaking his head as if trying not to laugh.

A playful smile played on Wang Chong's lips as his gaze returned to Theresa's face, which was filled with complex emotions. His tone carried a hint of teasing:

“I never expected such a thought to suddenly pop into your little head. But…” He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, his eyes filled with a hint of mockery, “You insist on interpreting this as some kind of… declaration of love? Well, it’s not a big deal.”

However, Wang Chong's tone shifted abruptly, regaining some of its previous coldness and condescension, and his gaze sharpened:

"But I couldn't have made it clearer before, what I enjoy is the process of conquest itself. Theresa, imagine if you lost all your spirit, will, and resistance, and became a docile animal..." (Are you free? Lin is free...)

Then, Wang Chong leaned down and brought his lips close to Theresa's ear, his voice low and menacing:

"With such an unchallenging existence, do you think there's any need or value in being conquered?"

This blunt and cruel metaphor was like a bucket of cold water poured on my heart.

Theresa took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly. When she opened them again, a resolute light flashed in her eyes, as if she had finally unloaded a heavy burden, or as if she had placed her final gamble.

She lowered her eyelids, her voice as soft as a whisper, filled with obvious hesitation yet unusually firm: "I understand... I promise you... I'm willing to give everything I have to be... to be your woman."

The last few words were almost inaudible, and a barely perceptible blush appeared on her cheeks.

Although Wang Chong's words were watertight and logically sound, they were not without flaws for Theresa, who was naturally adept at understanding people's hearts and could sense emotional fluctuations without relying on the Demon King's power.

Wang Chong's reaction—the brief silence, the complexity behind his laughter, and something that was hard to completely conceal in his eyes—had already allowed her to grasp some information that she wanted to confirm, something beyond pure desire for conquest.

It was this subtle perception that led Theresa to decide to stake everything on this man who both terrified and was utterly irresistible to her.

"Heh..." A soft, ambiguous laugh escaped Wang Chong's throat as his deep eyes scrutinized Theresa.

“Although I don’t know exactly what you ‘understand,’…” Wang Chong’s tone suddenly changed, carrying a hint of cold skepticism, “Don’t you think that verbal promises seem too flimsy?”

The moment the words left his mouth, Wang Chong's arms, which had been tightly embracing Theresa, suddenly loosened, and their previous skin-to-skin contact abruptly ended. Even the movement of his waist stopped abruptly.

This sudden separation and stagnation caused Theresa to feel a strong sense of emptiness and weightlessness, as if her support had suddenly disappeared and the warm touch had been replaced by the cold air, causing her fingertips to tremble slightly involuntarily.

“Prove it to me, Theresa.” Wang Chong’s voice regained its indifferent, commanding tone, carrying an undeniable authority. “Prove with your actions that you are truly and willingly willing to become my woman. Just like how you insisted on confirming my 'feelings' just now…”

Wang Chong deliberately emphasized the last two words, his eyes blazing, and said, "Now, it's my turn. Let me confirm your feelings."

Theresa immediately understood that this was his punishment for her earlier probing. Every step from now on required her to abandon her reserve and pride, and take the initiative to complete it.

This is clearly an attempt to seize upon her remaining sense of shame and decency, grinding them down bit by bit as a form of punishment.

However, Theresa was no ordinary girl. Her life was a journey of making cruel choices in desperate situations time and time again.

Once she has truly made up her mind to make a choice, she will never hesitate or regret it.

Driven by that resolve, Theresa raised her slightly flushed cheeks, the last trace of struggle in her eyes fading away, replaced by an almost sacrificial calm and focus.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around Wang Chong's waist, pressing her soft body against his firm chest once more.

Then, Theresa tilted her head back, looking at him with clear eyes, and suddenly asked softly, "If I were to become your woman... what should I call you?"

"Whatever you like."

Wang Chong's voice sounded calm, but a barely perceptible hint of surprise flashed in his eyes at her unexpected, almost moth-to-a-flame initiative.

Out of some instinctive caution, he even subtly used the power of the Eye of Depravity to re-examine her condition.

The results showed that although her favorability and infatuation levels had increased, they only reached 50 points and 20% respectively, without the drastic changes expected.

"Then... let's call her 'darling'... I can't guarantee I'll have the same feelings as a normal wife right away, but I'll show my darling my determination."

Theresa's blush deepened, and after uttering those words that she found incredibly cheesy, she seemed to have used up all her courage. She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and with an almost reverent seriousness, gently pressed her lips to Wang Chong's.

The kiss was light and awkward, clearly showing her lack of experience. Yet it was also exceptionally long, like a silent vow, firmly conveying to Wang Chong her decision and unwavering resolve.

Wang Chong opened his eyes and saw everything. Although Theresa didn't choose to thrust into Wang Chong's dragon, but instead chose to kiss him clumsily, this was actually the best proof that Theresa was willing to give herself to him, body and soul.

Instead of choosing carnal acts of pleasure, Wang Chong offered his pure kiss, which made him think a little more highly of the demon king before him.

He suddenly understood why this woman could make so many Sarkaz follow her so devotedly in order to achieve that difficult-to-achieve ideal.

She is like a master tailor who has reached the pinnacle of skill. Without relying on the Demon King's mind-reading ability, she can accurately perceive and respond to the deepest needs and desires of others with her keen insight and empathy, just as if she were tailoring the most suitable gorgeous clothes for each unique soul.

"Speaking of which, it seems that Theresa was actually a tailor before she became the Demon King? Heh, could this be a case of specialization?" This thought flashed through Wang Chong's mind.

At this point, Wang Chong was completely certain of Theresa's "submission." The mission progress bar had also been completed. Now that the phase of overcoming her defenses was over, it was time to enjoy the sweet spoils that had been offered to him willingly.

"Huh?!"

Theresa felt a sudden dizziness, and when she opened her blurry eyes, she found herself pinned to the ground by Wang Chong. His firm chest was pressed against her, and his hot breath was on her neck.

“I have received your will, Theresa.” Wang Chong’s voice carried a hint of lazy satisfaction. “As a reward for your surrender: First, I can temporarily refrain from touching Amiya, but remember, this is only for this time. After that, it is neither your business nor your right to continue disciplining her.”

“As for the second one…” Wang Chong’s smile turned wicked, “Next is pure pleasure time. I will properly ‘teach’ you how to please me until your body and soul are completely filled and can no longer accommodate anything else.”

His fingers gently brushed across her slightly parted lips as he whispered, "I only hope that after this complete pleasure, you can maintain the same state of mind and attitude you have now."

"Finally..." Wang Chong leaned down, one hand supporting the back of her neck, the other tightening his grip on her waist, "Let me teach you from the beginning what a real kiss is..."

Before he could finish speaking, his kiss pressed down on her with an irresistible aggression, his tongue forcefully prying open her teeth and plunging in to entwine tightly with her inexperienced tongue.

At the same time, his waist began to move violently, and amidst Theresa's broken and melodious moans that were choked in her throat, the two quickly reached the ultimate peak together again.

However, once was clearly not enough. As Wang Chong said, he needed to properly educate Theresa. So, different positions were performed in turn, and he patiently guided this newly acquired demon king "beloved concubine" through the "lessons" of becoming his woman.

Even at his summons, Precyth joined the chaotic revelry with a giggle. The two stunningly beautiful women served Wang Chong together, indulging in this endless, decadent symphony, until the rabbit-eared girl in a corner slowly awoke.

"Ugh... my head hurts so much... how did I suddenly faint?"

Amiya rubbed her sleepy eyes, finally waking up from her unconsciousness, and struggled to sit up.

Then, Amiya subconsciously checked her body, let out a soft "hmm," and said:

"Huh? That horrible, maddening hunger... seems to be gone? Is my illness... cured?"

This realization eased Amiya's tense nerves slightly, and she let out a long sigh of relief.

Her voice was still soft, but much firmer than before, carrying a sense of resignation.

"Whatever you like."

Wang Chong's voice sounded calm, but a barely perceptible hint of surprise flashed in his eyes at her unexpected, almost moth-to-a-flame initiative.

Out of some instinctive caution, he even subtly used the power of the Eye of Depravity to re-examine her condition.

The results showed that although her favorability and infatuation levels had increased, they only reached 50 points and 20% respectively, without the drastic changes expected.

"Then... let's call her 'darling'... I can't guarantee I'll have the same feelings as a normal wife right away, but I'll show my darling my determination."

Theresa's blush deepened, and after uttering those words that she found incredibly cheesy, she seemed to have used up all her courage. She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and with an almost reverent seriousness, gently pressed her lips to Wang Chong's.

The kiss was light and awkward, clearly showing her lack of experience. Yet it was also exceptionally long, like a silent vow, firmly conveying to Wang Chong her decision and unwavering resolve.

Wang Chong opened his eyes and saw everything. Although Theresa didn't choose to thrust into Wang Chong's dragon, but instead chose to kiss him clumsily, this was actually the best proof that Theresa was willing to give herself to him, body and soul.

Instead of choosing carnal acts of pleasure, Wang Chong offered his pure kiss, which made him think a little more highly of the demon king before him.

He suddenly understood why this woman could make so many Sarkaz follow her so devotedly in order to achieve that difficult-to-achieve ideal.

She is like a master tailor who has reached the pinnacle of skill. Without relying on the Demon King's mind-reading ability, she can accurately perceive and respond to the deepest needs and desires of others with her keen insight and empathy, just as if she were tailoring the most suitable gorgeous clothes for each unique soul.

"Speaking of which, it seems that Theresa was actually a tailor before she became the Demon King? Heh, could this be a case of specialization?" This thought flashed through Wang Chong's mind.

At this point, Wang Chong was completely certain of Theresa's "submission." The mission progress bar had also been completed. Now that the phase of overcoming her defenses was over, it was time to enjoy the sweet spoils that had been offered to him willingly.

"Huh?!"

Theresa felt a sudden dizziness, and when she opened her blurry eyes, she found herself pinned to the ground by Wang Chong. His firm chest was pressed against her, and his hot breath was on her neck.

“I have received your will, Theresa.” Wang Chong’s voice carried a hint of lazy satisfaction. “As a reward for your surrender: First, I can temporarily refrain from touching Amiya, but remember, this is only for this time. After that, it is neither your business nor your right to continue disciplining her.”

“As for the second one…” Wang Chong’s smile turned wicked, “Next is pure pleasure time. I will properly ‘teach’ you how to please me until your body and soul are completely filled and can no longer accommodate anything else.”

His fingers gently brushed across her slightly parted lips as he whispered, "I only hope that after this complete pleasure, you can maintain the same state of mind and attitude you have now."

"Finally..." Wang Chong leaned down, one hand supporting the back of her neck, the other tightening his grip on her waist, "Let me teach you from the beginning what a real kiss is..."

Before he could finish speaking, his kiss pressed down on her with an irresistible aggression, his tongue forcefully prying open her teeth and plunging in to entwine tightly with her inexperienced tongue.

At the same time, his waist began to move violently, and amidst Theresa's broken and melodious moans that were choked in her throat, the two quickly reached the ultimate peak together again.

However, once was clearly not enough. As Wang Chong said, he needed to properly educate Theresa. So, different positions were performed in turn, and he patiently guided this newly acquired demon king "beloved concubine" through the "lessons" of becoming his woman.

Even at his summons, Precyth joined the chaotic revelry with a giggle. The two stunningly beautiful women served Wang Chong together, indulging in this endless, decadent symphony, until the rabbit-eared girl in a corner slowly awoke.

"Ugh... my head hurts so much... how did I suddenly faint?"

Amiya rubbed her sleepy eyes, finally waking up from her unconsciousness, and struggled to sit up.

Then, Amiya subconsciously checked her body, let out a soft "hmm," and said:

"Huh? That horrible, maddening hunger... seems to be gone? Is my illness... cured?"

This realization eased Amiya's tense nerves slightly, and she let out a long sigh of relief.