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

"Huh?"

"In the very end, we were all enveloped by the energy gushing from the Holy Grail. Kiritsugu Emiya was the first to touch the Holy Grail, and it responded to his wish. It's truly unexpected that the wish of that ruthless man would be such a seemingly naive yet incredibly noble vision as saving all of humanity," Wang Chong said slowly.

"But the Holy Grail was imbued with malice. What should have been an omnipotent wish-granting machine revealed its pure malice at this moment. It used this as bait, taking advantage of Kiritsugu Emiya's 'sacrifice' of the entire city of Fuyuki to fulfill its wish of saving the city. However... when the fire burned and took the city's life, the Holy Grail revealed its true malice."

"It said: 'Sacrificing a few to save the many—this is the choice you have made. The Holy Grail will continue to extend and accelerate according to your vision, speeding up the process of constantly sacrificing the few to save the many. In the end, only you will remain to complete the salvation of humanity. Kiritsugu Emiya, you are the true Angra Mainyu, the best person to bear the evil of this world. You will witness the miracles you create.'"

“How could this be…” Irisviel’s face turned pale. If this was the case… the deaths of the entire city’s population were not only not a cruel price to pay, but the beginning of evil. The Holy Grail had not been satisfied with sacrificing one city; it wanted to use it as a foundation to continue slaughtering all of humanity on Earth.

"In the end, we worked together to destroy the Holy Grail and interrupt the magic spell. As a result, I eventually dissipated. In my last moments before my consciousness sank into this place, I only saw Kiritsugu Emiya alone in the burning Fuyuki City, frantically searching for survivors who didn't even exist." After saying this, Wang Chong used a spell to project an image from his palm. The image was Kiritsugu Emiya's face, almost broken and desperate, as he frantically dug and searched for survivors amidst the flames.

Irisviel remembered that Wang Chong had the ability to project his memories. Therefore, when she saw Kiritsugu Emiya's almost desperate face, Irisviel, feeling the same way, could no longer hold back her tears and began to cover her face and cry.

"Perhaps my words are harsh... but this is retribution. His almost pathologically twisted ideals and unscrupulous methods ultimately led to today's disastrous consequences. If the Holy Grail is the root of evil, then Kiritsugu Emiya is the best candidate chosen by the Holy Grail to unleash that evil. No wonder Kiritsugu Emiya was able to create so many extra Servants in the beginning. This is power that he shouldn't have been able to control at all," Wang Chong said.

"Waaah... hiss... why did this happen... waaah..." A sobbing sound rang out, but Irisviel did not refute Wang Chong's words. The facts were undeniable, and the logic was flawless. Moreover, because Irisviel understood Kiritsugu Emiya's personality and ideals, she felt no surprise whatsoever when she learned the truth about the Holy Grail and its ultimate fate. Her feelings were far greater than the pain Kirei Kotomine had inflicted upon her.

Wang Chong watched Irisviel quietly, waiting for her to finish venting her sorrow.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but after the sobbing had subsided, Wang Chong sighed and said, "Mrs. Irisviel, now you know the final outcome. Even the living cannot change what has been decided, let alone the dead. You should let go of all this and enter the cycle of reincarnation. There's no point in staying here any longer; those resentments will only twist and even devour you. While you're still relatively clear-headed, escape into the cycle of reincarnation as soon as possible."

“…And Mr. Caster, what about you?” Irisviel wiped away her tears, her eyes red from crying, glistening with tears that had not yet dried, making her look pitiful and endearing.

“I will naturally continue to clear away the resentment in these places. It will also be a way to thoroughly clean up the mess in this city,” Wang Chong said.

“Mr. Caster, is there no other way to get rid of those resentments? Must you, Caster, bear all that malice…” Irisviel couldn’t help but ask.

“It’s not that there are no other ways… but it’s neither necessary nor feasible.” Wang Chong closed his eyes and shook his head, saying, “Ultimately, the root of those resentments’ hatred comes from Emiya Kiritsugu. As the saying goes, every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt its debtor. If we vent the resentment and malice in those resentments on Emiya Kiritsugu, it would undoubtedly be the fastest way to purify them. Because this would be equivalent to fulfilling the last wishes of those remnant souls, fundamentally dismantling their motivation to remain here.”

"But Kiritsugu Emiya is not dead. At least not yet. Therefore, this method cannot be implemented."

After listening, Irisviel gently bit her lip, as if she had made a decision. Her moist eyes held a hint of determination as she said, "Mr. Caster. As Kiritsugu Emiya's wife and his closest person, I should be able to eliminate those malicious resentments on his behalf."

"Do you want to suffer in place of your husband?" Wang Chong understood Irisviel's unspoken meaning and said in a deep voice.

Chapter 126 Taking Punishment Personally (Part 1)

"Do you want to suffer in your husband's place?" Wang Chong asked in a deep voice.

“I just want to do what I should… no, what I must do.” Irisviel clenched her left fist and placed it over her heart, a hint of sadness in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. She continued, “This is the sin committed by Kiritsugu. And as his companion, this is what I must face. Kiritsugu and I are both sinners… If Kiritsugu had not yet arrived here, it would have been my turn to take the punishment for him… to bear the wrath of the innocent, to bear their evil… so that they may return to their original state.”

"...But do you know what would happen if you were left exposed to those guys? You would be torn to pieces by them... Your obsession can only dispel the resentment of a few people. And the price you pay is that you will lose your chance to return to your original state and disappear from this world completely," Wang Chong said in a deep voice.

"Only...can I dispel the resentment of a few? I really...can't do anything." However, Irisviel didn't care about the price of disappearing from this world. What she cared more about was that even if she were to completely annihilate herself, she could only dispel a few resentments. Compared to tens of thousands of resentments, this was like a drop in the ocean.

“Sigh… I can’t persuade you, Mrs. Irisviel… It seems you’ve already made up your mind to do this, haven’t you?” Wang Chong sighed and said.

“Yes, my mind is made up. I cannot accept running away to the Land of Origin alone. I cannot forgive myself. Perhaps this is the real reason I have lingered here. Mr. Caster, thank you for your kindness and help. Their malice and resentment should not be borne by you. I will persevere... no matter if I am torn apart, no matter how painful it is, I will persevere.” Irisviel took a deep breath, and after speaking, she turned and prepared to walk forward, ready to embark on her own path of redemption.

"...In that case...I have a compromise. It can both prevent your collapse and annihilation, and quickly transform those resentments back into pure souls, allowing them to return to their original place." Seeing that Irisviel was about to take action, Wang Chong said quietly from behind her.

"Huh? Is that true? What method is it?" Irisviel stopped in her tracks and looked at Wang Chong to ask.

“It’s simple, a two-pronged approach. I’ll first absorb those resentments into my body, carrying their hatred and malice. But I won’t suppress that hatred and malice anymore; instead, while controlling my strength, I’ll vent it on you, Mrs. Irisviel. I’ll act as an intermediary to administer the punishment. In this way, we can quickly eliminate the malice of those resentments without subjecting you to excessive treatment and preventing you from collapsing,” Wang Chong explained the plan.

“This…” After listening, Irisviel immediately understood that the method was indeed feasible, but Irisviel still hesitated and said, “But…wouldn’t this still cause you the most pain and danger, Mr. Caster? This matter should not be borne by you.”

"Haha, Madam, have you forgotten that no matter what your thoughts are, clearing away the resentment from this land was something I decided to do from the very beginning? Even if you leave this place now, I will not abandon this task. Since we are determined to do this no matter what, why not cooperate again?" Wang Chong chuckled and said.

“…I understand, Mr. Caster.” Irisviel nodded, finally approving of the method.

“However, while the pain won’t break you, Madam, it will likely last a very, very long time… And once we start, it will be difficult for us to stop and rest. Those resentful spirits will sense your location and come rushing towards us one after another. Although I can guarantee that neither of us will have any accidents in the short term, I cannot guarantee that our wills won’t be distorted in the long run. Nor can I guarantee that nothing unforeseen will happen during this process. Are you sure you want to continue, Mrs. Irisviel?” Wang Chong said earnestly.

“Since Mr. Caster has gone to such lengths, how could I possibly back down?” Irisviel replied with the same serious expression, without the slightest hesitation.

“Alright, in that case, Madam, please be prepared. Please... do your best to endure any extreme actions I may take later,” Wang Chong said.

"Um... thank you, Mr. Caster." Irisviel said sincerely with a relieved smile after hearing this.

With a gentle smile, Wang Chong turned around in Irisviel's presence, raised his hand, and began to draw the surrounding resentment toward him. However, once Irisviel could no longer see Wang Chong's face, that originally gentle smile gradually turned sinister.

Not long after, a shrill scream came from ahead: "Kill! Kill! Kill! I will kill that damned rat! Kill everyone in the Einzbern family!"

A shrill, murderous screech rang out, making Irisviel's heart tighten. She recognized the voice; it was the first monster she had encountered when her consciousness awakened in this place—Kenneth.

Kenneth, now transformed into a monster, lunged at Wang Chong with his claws. But as he approached Wang Chong's Ruined King's Blade, Kenneth's entire body began to involuntarily crack, disintegrating into countless particles starting from his head. Finally, after all the particles had transformed, they formed a crimson mist that swirled around the sword.

This time, instead of slowly smoothing the red mist with his palm as before, Wang Chong directly absorbed it by clenching his fist. In an instant, a crimson aura rose from Wang Chong's body, and his body trembled even more violently than before.

"Mr. Caster!" Irisviel couldn't help but worry and rushed forward to check on him, but unexpectedly Wang Chong turned around suddenly and knocked Irisviel to the ground with a palm strike.

"Ouch!" Irisviel cried out in pain, closing her eyes and letting out a muffled groan. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a large hand gripping her cheeks tightly, and a wave of pain washed over her.

"Kill...kill..."

From Irisviel's perspective, Wang Chong's eyes were now bloodshot and filled with venomous hatred, just like the look she had seen in Kenneth's eyes earlier. Wang Chong grabbed Irisviel's face and lifted her up. Then, Wang Chong roared, "Tch... Si... Ai... Yin! I... I'll skin you alive!! Make you suffer endless torment!"

Wang Chong then reached out with his other hand and grabbed at Irisviel, as if his hand had transformed into sharp claws, ready to tear Irisviel apart.

"Ugh!" Irisviel closed her eyes, bracing herself for the pain.

"Hiss - hiss -"

But what I heard was not the sound of fingers piercing flesh; instead, it was the sound of fabric being torn.

Irisviel opened her eyes again, only to be met with a sight that filled her with immense shame, making her want to scream. The Einzbern family dress she had been wearing was now torn to shreds, exposing patches of her snow-white skin to Wang Chong.

Irisviel instinctively tried to cover herself, but as soon as she released her grip on Wang Chong's wrists, all her weight was transferred to her face, making the pain intensify. This caused Irisviel to instinctively tighten her grip on Wang Chong's wrists.

"My body... has been seen by a man other than Kiritsugu." Irisviel felt the covering on her chest flutter to the ground, completely exposing her two cherry-red breasts to Wang Chong's eyes. Not only that, although there were still strips of cloth covering her body, many key parts were basically exposed, causing Irisviel to struggle between pain and shame.

Chapter 127 Taking Punishment Personally (Part 2)

Just as Irisviel was struggling between pain and shame, Wang Chong's actions did not end there. He stretched out two fingers with his other hand and poked directly at Irisviel's eyes, as if he wanted to gouge out her eyeballs.

As the two fingers drew ever closer, Irisviel's initial pain and shame were gradually overwhelmed by the fear of having her eyes gouged out. Even though Irisviel was prepared, when faced with the torment, she was still like any ordinary, weak woman, filled with fear.

Irisviel could only recall the sight of the Fuyuki fire she had witnessed before, and the image of Kiritsugu as if he had gone mad, which stirred up her own feelings of self-reproach and compassion. Only then could she suppress this fear and wait for the two fingers to gouge out her eyes.

However, just as the two fingers were about to touch Irisviel's pupils, they stopped, then fell, pressing down on Irisviel's face before sliding down. At that moment, Irisviel saw Wang Chong panting heavily, shaking his head, the red aura around him flickering.

Then, Wang Chong released his grip on Irisviel's chin, and Irisviel fell to the ground again, coughing twice and rubbing her almost swollen chin.

"I...sorry...please...be...more...patient...I'm...going..." Wang Chong said haltingly, his hands covering his head, his voice trembling with pain. Irisviel knew that this was Wang Chong forcibly regaining some clarity, speaking to her. In that instant, Irisviel understood that Wang Chong had suppressed the brutality of his resentment, which was why the planned skinning and dismemberment had been reduced to merely tearing her clothes, and why the planned eye-gouging had ultimately been abandoned.

“Mr. Caster, please don’t worry about me too much. Irisviel can bear any malice. Whatever Mr. Caster does, it’s what I deserve.” Knowing Wang Chong’s good intentions and seeing his pained appearance, Irisviel felt only gratitude and indebtedness towards him. She only hoped that Wang Chong would stop deliberately making her suffer and stop worrying about her.

Wang Chong simply nodded silently, and black mist began to gather in his hand. Soon, a whip made of black mist appeared in his hand.

Irisviel stared at the black whip in Wang Chong's hand. Seeing the whip appear, she anticipated the torture she was about to endure. Fear surged within her once more. She knew her fair, delicate body would be covered in wounds and bruises under the ravages of this black whip. However, Irisviel did not back down. Suppressing her fear once more, she straightened her back, allowing the long whip, formed from black mist, to traverse her delicate body.

Wang Chong manipulated the long whip with his strength, making it move as easily as an extension of his arm, slowly approaching Irisviel's body. Wang Chong's eyes were terrifying, like those of a wild beast, but not out of lust for her alluring figure; rather, they radiated a strong desire to attack. However, Wang Chong exercised a subtle restraint, the whip only gliding across Irisviel's exposed shoulders and neck, feeling the cool, smooth touch of her skin.

"Ugh..." Irisviel couldn't help but let out a soft moan, trembling slightly. The tingling sensation of the whip sliding across her sensitive skin caused strange changes in her body. Irisviel felt her nipples gradually becoming engorged and erect, a shameful change that filled her with immense embarrassment. The thought that the man before her might be taking liberties with her flashed through her mind.

But seeing Wang Chong's pained expression as he bit his lip, Irisviel's shame immediately turned into self-reproach. She cursed herself for having such a vile thought; he was clearly in pain, yet she had mistakenly thought he was being frivolous and teasing. It was clearly because he was still hesitating about how much force to use to strike her that this awkward stalemate had occurred.

With that in mind, Irisviel took another deep breath and said, "Mr. Caster... let's do it."

Upon hearing this, Wang Chong seemed to have made a decision as well. Suddenly, the whip formed from the mist in his hand lashed out, striking Irisviel's bare left arm with a sharp "crack."

"Ah—" Irisviel cried out in pain, a red mark immediately appearing on her fair skin, the burning pain spreading rapidly. She felt tears streaming down her cheeks, but made no move to escape, enduring Wang Chong's continued punishment.

Wang Chong's whip fell again and again on Irisviel's fair skin, leaving her delicate breasts crisscrossed with red welts. Irisviel gritted her teeth, suppressing her moans, letting sweat drip from her forehead, her legs already buckling and collapsing to the ground.

As time passed, the long whip, wielding mist, relentlessly left striking welts on Irisviel's delicate body. With each strike, Irisviel's snow-white breasts heaved violently, the bright red welts crisscrossing between them, a stark and jarring sight. Although Irisviel gritted her teeth and endured the pain, she could not help but let out a muffled groan or two from time to time, her body trembling incessantly.

Finally, the red mist around Wang Chong dissipated, and he stopped wielding the whip, panting heavily as he said, "Finally, all of Kenneth's malice has been vented little by little. Mrs. Irisfield is safe for now."

By this time, Irisviel's soft skin was covered with whip marks from the repeated lashes of the whip. The crimson marks, like blooming red plum blossoms, adorned her jade-like skin, creating a strangely unique beauty. Although Irisviel was in excruciating pain, she could still feel the extreme gentleness in Wang Chong's whipping. Although it had taken a long time, such pain was enough to dissolve her obsessive killing intent, and Irisviel had become quite accepting of it.

However, the whipping had made her already tattered clothes even more ragged, leaving almost nothing to cover her. Irisviel's body was almost completely exposed to Wang Chong.

However, Mrs. Irisviel, focused on atonement, was no longer preoccupied with these matters, and in truth, she had already seen most of it. Irisviel simply asked, "When does the next one begin?"

“I’m afraid it will be soon. This place has already attracted the attention of those resentful spirits, and the rest time will likely become shorter and shorter. I can only use my weapons and strength to quickly extract their resentment, filter it through my will, and then punish you, Madam, to vent their malice.” As he spoke, looking at Irisviel, who was covered in wounds, Wang Chong gathered black mist and slowly said, “Madam, I will heal the wounds you just sustained.”

“No, no need.” However, Irisviel shook her head firmly and said, “Don’t waste your energy on this. Besides, if my injuries were healed like this, wouldn’t the punishment I just suffered have been meaningless?”

“Let this stinging sensation remind me. Remind me of the irreparable damage that Kiritsugu and I have caused them. This is the only thing I can do. Please, Mr. Caster,” Irisviel pleaded with her eyes closed.

“Madam…you are truly a gentle lady. Your noble soul will surely quell all those resentments and anger, returning them to their original state.” Wang Chong spoke with an appreciative tone, but Irisviel only gave a bitter smile and said, “Mr. Caster, I am neither gentle nor noble…this is merely the last thing I, a sinner, can do.”

Seeing this, Wang Chong didn't say anything more. But then he heard a distant roar, and sighed, saying, "It seems we won't have much time to rest... Madam, the next wave is coming soon."

“Alright, Mr. Caster… I'll say it again… You don’t need to worry about me so much. I can endure even more pain. That way, you’ll suffer less,” Irisviel said.

“Mrs. Irisviel, you have your principles, but I also have my pride. Don’t worry… I will act within my capabilities.” With that, Wang Chong turned around again, this time plunging his greatsword into the ground and using the black mist to create a force field. In this way, whatever resentment came afterward would be immediately broken down into mist and quickly absorbed by him.

Chapter 128 Taking Punishment Personally (Part 2)

Time flowed slowly, and the crack of the whip echoed through the dark space. The mist surrounding Wang Chong began to dissipate once more, yet the whip in his hand remained menacing, like that of a bloodthirsty beast. The whip marks on Irisviel's body deepened, the swollen welts crisscrossing like grotesque centipedes crawling across her flawless skin. Her eyes were slightly closed, and suppressed moans escaped her lips, as if she were enduring immense pain, yet stubbornly persevering.

Irisviel felt as if her delicate body were engulfed in flames, a searing pain constantly assaulting her. Her breasts heaved violently under the lashing, like two fireballs about to be ignited, leaving dazzling trails in the air. Her long, slender legs, like two fragile white waxes, trembled incessantly in the storm, as if they might break at any moment.

Her exquisitely beautiful face, with its flawless skin, was twisted and deformed under the lash, like a shattered piece of jade mercilessly crushed by the relentless storm. Even so, Irisviel gritted her teeth and endured, letting the black, misty whip leave crimson marks on her delicate body. She only hoped to use her blood and tears to wash away the resentment in the hearts of those whose lives were consumed by the flames because of Kiritsugu.

Gazing at the breathtakingly beautiful scene before him, Wang Chong felt a surge of pity. Irisviel's exquisitely beautiful face, with its flawless skin, shifted between pain, confusion, strength, and vulnerability under the whipping, as if all beauty in the world was concentrated in this moment. The black mist whip in his hand, however, was like a sharp sword, mercilessly tearing apart this beauty, then crushing and reshaping it until it was utterly shattered.

So he swung the whip even harder, lashing the stunningly beautiful body with even greater ferocity. Watching Irisviel struggle in agony under the lashes, his initial pity was replaced by a strange sense of satisfaction and a desire to conquer.

[Eye of Depravity: Irisviel's current Depravity level: 40%...41%...]

"It's almost time to start the next phase," Wang Chong thought to himself.

At the beginning, after each instance of resentment was exhausted, there was a period of rest to recover. However, as it continued, under Wang Chong's deliberate manipulation, the intervals between the appearance of resentment became shorter and shorter. Irisviel believed that this was because the resentment was gradually becoming aware of her presence, and more and more resentment was rushing to this place.

By now, the scale of the arriving resentment has grown from a single resentment to several, then dozens. And often, before the previous wave of resentment has even exhausted its energy, the next wave of resentment arrives to replenish it.

Therefore, Wang Chong's blows became increasingly heavy, and the areas he struck with the whip became more and more lewd. But Irisviel not only showed no suspicion, but even occasionally urged him to go even further.

“Alice… Madam… the resentment is far more intense than we imagined… If it’s just physical pain… I’m afraid it won’t be enough to vent the malice… and repeating the same punishment repeatedly will only make the venting effect worse…” Taking advantage of the moment when the resentment subsided, Wang Chong pretended to wake up with difficulty and said.

“I… Ugh, Mr. Caster, I still say the same thing… Do whatever you want, however you want to vent your malice, just do it,” Irisviel said.

“Alright, since that’s the case… I’ll let my body… be judged by instinct…” After Wang Chong finished speaking, his once clear eyes turned murky and fierce again. This time, Wang Chong no longer suppressed his anger, and the whip in his hand lashed out even more forcefully than before.

The long whip drew streaks of black lightning in the air, mercilessly cleaving through the air and lashing fiercely at Irisviel's snow-white body. Her skin trembled uncontrollably under the whip, like a fragile block of ice slowly melting in a raging fire. Irisviel felt her consciousness gradually fading with each lash, the pain and humiliation pushing her to the brink of collapse.

"Roar!" Wang Chong suddenly roared, and actually swung the whip away with one hand, pounced on Irisviel, and pinned her to the ground.

Irisviel was startled at the sight and was about to push him away, but she quickly restrained herself. This was the other party venting his malice in the best way possible, and no matter what happened, she shouldn't resist. So Irisviel closed her eyes and let Wang Chong continue his wanton behavior.

After Wang Chong tackled Irisviel, he let out a low growl. Then, Wang Chong's fingers gripped Irisviel's high breasts tightly like iron clamps. He greedily savored the smooth and delicate touch and began to roughly knead them.

"!!!" Irisviel naturally felt the brutal pain in her chest. She hadn't expected the way this malice would be vented to be so defiled. Irisviel's body trembled involuntarily. She had never been treated like this before, not even Kiritsugu had gently caressed her body. Although she knew it was to vent the malice in her resentment, she still couldn't help but feel a wave of shame and panic. However, when she saw the ferocity and madness in Wang Chong's eyes, she could only sigh softly, hoping that this would make him feel better and bring him to his senses sooner.

Perhaps because of Irisviel's lack of resistance, the "out-of-control" Wang Chong became even more unrestrained. Wang Chong's hands roughly grabbed Irisviel's full, round breasts, kneading them forcefully, as if trying to squeeze the two soft mounds out of his palms. Then he suddenly lowered his head and bit down on the tip of one of the breasts, as if he wanted to suck the rosy tip into his stomach.

"Ugh!" This rough treatment naturally brought Irisviel pain first. But whether she got used to the pain or not, a strange sensation began to emanate from her breasts, causing her body temperature to gradually rise.

"...It's being treated so roughly, it's torture...what's wrong with my body...why am I feeling this way?" A sense of confusion flashed through Irisviel's mind. She knew perfectly well that such rough treatment would only bring more harm and pain, so why was her body reacting involuntarily? She felt a wave of shame and guilt, but she couldn't deny the pleasure brought by those strong hands roaming between her delicate breasts and the teeth biting into them.

Irisviel probably didn't know that during the whipping earlier, the constant lashing of her sensitive areas caused her brain to gradually confuse the boundaries between pain and stimulation. Now, Wang Chong's rough fondling of her, while painful, was much milder than the whipping. Instead, the stimulation from another aspect was intensified, so it's not surprising that her body reacted this way.

This explains the existence of the two-letter game; it's essentially a behavior that utilizes synesthesia and blurs the boundaries of sensory perception, constantly reinforcing this process. This is also the fundamental reason why some people, after systematic training, can actually feel pleasure even when being hit.

As for this method, how could a pure-hearted housewife like Mrs. Irisviel have known or witnessed it? Therefore, Irisviel was completely unaware that her perception and desires were being subtly altered.

“Sir…Caster, stop…stop…” she managed to say, her voice weak and feeble. As soon as she spoke, Irisviel regretted it. She didn't know why she had made such a request; she had only done it to purify the resentment, to release the souls of the dead. She had even endured the whipping just now.

But at this moment, she couldn't deceive herself; a powerful fear surged within her. She was afraid of this feeling, afraid that she would be consumed by desire and violence, afraid that she would become the very thing she hated most.

Yes… this experience was not unfamiliar to her; it was as if she had gone through something similar in a previous nightmare. Her body shamelessly reacted to strangers. She could endure the pain, but she could not bear her own depravity and betrayal of her lover.

Chapter 129 Continuing the Wrong Journey (Part 1)

After Irisviel called out, the "out-of-control" Wang Chong unexpectedly stopped moving. This gave Irisviel a moment to catch her breath, but she felt uneasy. On one hand, it was because she had spoken up to stop him, forcing him to forcibly awaken his will and endure that malice and torment. She had clearly told him that she was prepared, yet now he couldn't even bear this level of humiliation.

Of course, there was another reason, which Irisviel dared not delve into… After all, it stemmed from the discomfort and anxiety of having her physical desires ignited only to be abruptly cut off. She didn't want to admit it.

"How...how...rude!" But Wang Chong had actually regained consciousness. A glimmer of clarity flickered within the madness in his eyes. He tried to get up and leave Irisviel's completely exposed body, but it was as if his body was no longer under his control; even leaving became incredibly difficult. He lost his balance and fell face-first between Irisviel's snowy peaks, eliciting a soft moan from the lady.

"I...I'm sorry...please forgive me, let me...vent some of my malice." Wang Chong covered his head, seemingly unwillingly, and roughly rubbed her breasts with his hands. The roughness made Irisviel groan again. Pain, accompanied by a strange stimulation, swept through her body again, making Irisviel's skin crawl. The originally painful groans began to become ambiguous and suggestive.

As the strange feeling that Irisviel feared washed over her, she instinctively wanted to call for a stop, but seeing Wang Chong lying on top of her, enduring the pain, biting his lips with his pearly teeth, she remained silent.

“It was I who asked Mr. Caster to do it. I can’t let him suffer like this anymore. And… if I really am unworthy… this is perhaps the greatest punishment for me.” With that thought, Irisviel suppressed her fear and focused her will on the punishment itself.

Wang Chong lay on Irisviel's snow-white body. His hands vigorously kneaded her breasts, causing them to change shape in his palms. Irisviel involuntarily let out a muffled groan. She felt Wang Chong's fingertips lightly flick her sensitive, rosy nipple, sending a tingling sensation through her body. A blush rose to her cheeks, and her heart beat faster involuntarily.