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

Irisviel could feel Wang Chong's hands gripping her breasts again, but unlike the previous frenzy, the pressure was significantly less, even decreasing further. The pain was also gradually lessening. She knew Wang Chong had regained some of his senses, but... ironically, the less pain made the tingling sensation on her breasts even more pronounced. That feeling of being controlled made her somewhat lose herself. Her breathing involuntarily quickened, and her legs involuntarily tightened, as if craving more comfort.

Finally, after the frenzied aura emanating from Wang Chong subsided a bit, he managed to get off Irisviel. Looking at the ravaged state of her body, he said in a deep voice, filled with remorse and self-reproach, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Irisviel... I never imagined that, driven entirely by resentment and instinct, I would commit such a blasphemous act against you. I am guilty beyond redemption."

Irisviel did not answer immediately. She was panting, feeling the lingering tingling and slight pain in her chest, as if the other person's hand had never left her full, snowy white breasts.

Only after another roar came did Irisviel regain her senses and say with some difficulty, "I observe that the speed at which you are venting your malice in this action is much faster than the previous whipping. Since this is the best way to vent malice by following the body's instincts, then let's continue in this way."

“No… Mrs. Irisviel. If I were to indulge myself, I cannot imagine what kind of blasphemous things I might do to you in my semi-mad, semi-conscious state.” However, Wang Chong shook his head firmly and said with a serious expression, “This has nothing to do with those resentments and malices. To put it bluntly, the reason for all of this is my own lack of self-respect.”

"Why? Aren't these all acts of malice born of resentment?" Irisviel asked, puzzled.

“No one is perfect. Even I have my own malice and desires. It’s just that I was able to suppress these thoughts with reason before. But now, as I continue to absorb those resentments and malices, my will and spirit are constantly weakened, and the desires and malice in my heart are constantly amplified under these influences. With this ebb and flow, I did such an indecent thing to you, Madam,” Wang Chong said.

“Madam, you are truly beautiful, both in your figure and your steadfast and noble soul. Even I am captivated by your charm. To be honest, I want to possess you, Mrs. Irisviel.”

"Huh?"

The sudden and direct confession and expression of desire caught Irisviel off guard, causing her face to flush with embarrassment, though a hint of anger also rose in her eyes.

"This is my desire. After witnessing your beauty and your noble will just now, I couldn't help but feel this desire. I can suppress this feeling with reason, but I can't deny it... especially since you are in this position now. And it is precisely because I know... that we should continue in the same way as before, otherwise, I might really follow my desire and completely possess you, my lady..." After Wang Chong finished speaking, he actually stood up and moved away from Irisviel.

Seeing this, and especially recalling the other person's words, Irisviel couldn't help but sigh. Although the other person said that he wanted to possess her out of lust, this straightforwardness and honesty not only didn't make her feel more disgusted, but also completely erased the resentment she had felt before.

Just then, as resentment welled up, Wang Chong looked back and his face turned grim. He couldn't help but say, "This is bad... This time the number has exceeded a hundred. I'm afraid this time it might be... Damn it, did I overestimate my abilities?"

“Madam, let’s stop here. You’ve done enough, purifying nearly 500 resentments. Now it’s time to let go of your obsession. I still have time to send you back to your original place,” Wang Chong said.

“…Mr. Caster. It’s fine.” Suddenly, Irisviel spoke as if she had made a decision.

"What did you say?" Wang Chong asked, puzzled.

“Mr. Caster… if my body can alleviate your pain and allow you to vent your malice, I am willing to let you possess me,” Irisviel said earnestly.

"What nonsense are you talking about? If you did that, you'd be..."

“What defilement, what blasphemy… I’m already dead. Since I’m dead, why should I care about these things?” Irisviel clasped her hands together in a prayerful gesture, saying, “I’m willing to pay any price to save these resentments. Besides… Mr. Caster has endured so much for me. Even if Mr. Caster does something later, I will only feel gratitude towards him. I can even accept a hug… a hug. In fact, this is the best choice.”

"Mrs. Irisviel...you truly are a good woman. I can't help but feel a little jealous of that man, Kiritsugu Emiya." Hearing Irisviel's sincere words, Wang Chong was deeply moved. In response to Wang Chong's heartfelt words, Irisviel smiled gently.

At that moment, the resentment finally arrived at the scene. Wang Chong instantly pointed his finger, activating the power of the Ruined King's Blade, which scattered all the resentment. The massive fog poured into Wang Chong's body with overwhelming force.

"Ah!!!! Kill! Kill her!...No...Take her hard, violate her!...No!"

A furious roar rang out, and Wang Chong clutched his head in agony. The resentment and malice he felt this time were too overwhelming, causing his will to completely break down and his mind to become chaotic. And this was only because the fog had not completely dissipated.

Wang Chong's clothes burst open, and he strode back to Irisviel, grabbed her silver-white hair, pressed her head down, and made her face the enormous thing beneath him.

"Ugh!" Upon seeing this enormous creature, Irisviel couldn't help but swallow hard, and fear and retreat began to creep back into her heart. But seeing Wang Chong's equally crazed appearance, she gave a bitter laugh.

“Mr. Caster, I’m not as good as you say… Even now, I’m still afraid and want to back down. And when I agreed before… it wasn’t just because of those reasons. You can face your own feelings directly… but I have to deny even the stirrings in my heart. But there’s no way around it, I am Kiritsugu’s lover… I can’t have such thoughts.” Irisviel thought to herself.

“Sigh, what am I still hesitating about… Kiritsugu and I have already made a terrible mistake. Since I am already guilty, what’s the point of continuing down this path? Caster is a good man; he shouldn’t have to suffer for someone like me. Fine… let’s just continue down this path of error.” Irisviel sighed and murmured to herself.

Chapter 130 Continuing the Wrong Journey (Part 2)

"Let the error continue..." Irisviel murmured to herself, as if she had made a decision. She was already dead; why cling to those notions of chastity? Especially now, at this crucial moment when they were purifying those resentful thoughts, there was no room for carelessness.

"Right now, there's still a lot of mist seeping into Mr. Caster's body, and even more resentment will come later. If Mr. Caster doesn't vent his malice, his consciousness will probably be completely crushed by this excessive malice as well."

Irisviel knew time was of the essence and didn't waste any time, focusing all her attention on getting through this difficult situation. She completely submitted to the other's actions, letting the enormous thing slap her cheeks and bump against her nose, causing her a slight pain.

However, Irisviel seemed to understand that the other party wanted to force her to do something, but because Wang Chong was currently in a frenzied state and the control was too strong, he was just blindly rushing around.

"So...I have to come myself?" Irisviel stared at the enormous creature shrouded in mist, which looked as if it were radiating heat. She swallowed hard again and muttered, "So big...it's way bigger than Kiritsugu's...!! What nonsense are you thinking!"

Irisviel silently apologized to her lover, Kiritsugu Emiya. Looking at the terrifying, colossal figure before her, she held her breath, her eyes filled with both fear and anticipation. Wang Chong's mind was completely clouded by surging lust and resentment; his eyes were bloodshot, like a demon from the abyss, and he let out a beastly growl.

“Mr. Caster, if you feel this will alleviate your pain… then please enjoy it.” Irisviel parted her cherry lips slightly, her tone as calm as if discussing something utterly ordinary. She slowly knelt down, pressed her face close to the enormous thing, and extended her delicate tongue to gently lick the massive member.

Irisviel's eyes dimmed and lost focus, but she finally made up her mind, parted her cherry lips slightly and took the huge thing into her mouth. A salty smell immediately flooded her mouth, but Irisviel did not find it disgusting. Instead, she closed her eyes and gently sucked and licked it.

"Ugh... um... mmm..." Irisviel let out a soft moan as Wang Chong's thick penis slowly swelled in her mouth, stretching it so much that her small mouth could hardly contain it. Trying this for the first time was still too much for Irisviel; she had never even done it with her lover, Kiritsugu Emiya. She could only test the waters.

Wang Chong suddenly shuddered, letting out a beast-like growl. He grabbed Irisviel's long, silvery-white hair with one hand and pressed the back of her head with the other, forcing her to open her mouth and shoving the entire massive thing into her mouth.

"Ugh—!" Irisviel cried out in surprise, feeling as if her mouth was being stretched to the point of tearing due to the enormous size. However, due to the previous whipping, Irisviel's tolerance for pain had been significantly increased, and she quickly adapted, trying to relax her throat and beginning to move the thick thing up and down.

Wang Chong had completely lost his mind. He gripped Irisviel's long hair tightly with both hands, and like a savage conqueror, he ravaged her mouth, each thrust reaching her throat and drawing out a string of glistening saliva. He kept emitting low breaths and roars, as if he wanted to completely conquer and possess this pure body.

Irisviel felt a little uncomfortable at first, but as the penetration deepened, she gradually became immersed in it, feeling the pleasure of the hard, hot thing throbbing in her mouth. She closed her eyes and began to move her head back and forth in sync with Wang Chong's movements, letting out soft moans.

"Ha... Too... Too... Too..." Wang Chong uttered a few syllables intermittently. His eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted, and he was in a state of extreme frenzy, his reason completely devoured. Seeing this, Irisviel could only speed up, sucking and manipulating him with all her might, trying to make him release as soon as possible.

Gradually, Irisviel felt waves of heat emanating from her lower body, and she couldn't help but feel intoxicated, seemingly beginning to enjoy the stimulation and pleasure.

"What...what am I doing? I just wanted to help Mr. Caster recover as quickly as possible, I just wanted to bear that malice and purify that resentment...how did I start...becoming addicted to it?" Irisviel was startled and questioned herself, but she quickly put it out of her mind. As Wang Chong's breathing became more and more rapid, his lower body kept going in and out of Irisviel's small mouth, reaching deep into her throat, bringing waves of gagging, making it impossible for her to think about anything else.

The gagging sensation made Irisviel feel slightly nauseous, but she continued to serve Wang Chong devoutly, trying her best to relax her throat to facilitate his entry and exit. With each thrust, Irisviel gradually experienced a strange and unprecedented pleasure, a feeling that made her crave more.

Irisviel looked up and saw Wang Chong's face, distorted by the combined effects of resentment, malice, and extreme pleasure. A sense of guilt welled up in her heart, and she could only swallow and exhale even more vigorously.

"Ugh...uh...mmm..." Irisviel let out broken moans as Wang Chong's enormous member moved in and out of her mouth, drawing out large amounts of saliva that dripped onto her full breasts. Irisviel's body couldn't help but react; her lower body became more aroused and unusually wet, and her legs trembled uncontrollably.

“Mr. Caster…please finish this quickly…let all that malice out.”

Irisviel gasped and pleaded in her heart. But as if the other party had heard her inner call, Irisviel suddenly felt Wang Chong's lower body suddenly swell, and then a thick, hot stream gushed out and poured straight into her throat.

"Cough...cough cough..." Irisviel choked on the sudden outburst, her violent coughing echoing throughout the space. She involuntarily spat out a lot of phlegm; this was her first time doing something like this.

Irisviel knelt on the ground, panting heavily, the nauseating taste still lingering in her mouth. A complex mix of emotions welled up inside her—shame, excitement, fear, confusion… a jumble of feelings that left her feeling lost and overwhelmed.

However, Irisviel had no time to worry about that; she quickly looked up to check on Wang Chong's condition. Soon, Irisviel discovered that the black aura clinging to him had indeed largely disappeared. It seemed this method of venting really could quickly clear away this malice.

"I'm sorry... Madam, I've done this again..." As the malice dissipated with the outburst, Wang Chong was able to come to his senses from his "out of control" state. Looking at Irisviel kneeling on the ground, he said with some self-reproach.

“No, this is very effective, isn’t it… And… I haven’t suffered too much… This way, perhaps we can really succeed.” Irisviel had initially held little hope, thinking she could save as many as possible before her consciousness completely faded. But the current results rekindled a glimmer of hope in her. Of course, this was only one reason; Irisviel’s gaze kept drifting towards the enormous object, her face growing even redder. She seemed less resistant to that method of venting her frustration.

"Madam, you really don't need to... uh!" Wang Chong sighed, but just then, his head throbbed again, and madness began to rise in his eyes once more. It turned out that the Blade of the Ruined King was still continuously transforming the resentment that was coming into Wang Chong's body into mist, and now Wang Chong was about to fall into that state of madness again.

"Mr. Caster... Waaah!!"

Wang Chong suddenly grabbed Irisviel's long, silvery-white hair and once again roughly pulled her in front of him. Irisviel cried out in pain, and before she could even speak, a thick, long object pierced her mouth again.

Wang Chong gripped Irisviel's hair tightly, pressing her down between his legs and thrusting his desire violently. Irisviel was forced to open her mouth, letting Wang Chong ravage it, his enormous member almost tearing her mouth apart.

The gurgling sounds of water and the thud of flesh against flesh echoed in the air. Irisviel's eyes were filled with tears, and her face was contorted with pain. But Wang Chong showed no sign of stopping. He grabbed Irisviel's hair and thrust his penis deep into her throat, letting out a satisfied sigh.

Irisviel felt like she was suffocating, tears streaming down her face, but Wang Chong was completely absorbed in his madness and paid no attention to her feelings. He moved faster and faster, his force increasing, each thrust slamming deep into Irisviel's throat, causing her throat to ache.

Finally, after a fierce sprint, Wang Chong roared and sprayed all his essence into Irisviel's mouth and face. Irisviel collapsed weakly to the ground, coughing and spitting out the foul-smelling "malice." Fortunately, the frenzied aura emanating from Wang Chong subsided by more than half, a speed that truly surprised Irisviel.

However, her good fortune didn't last long. Irisviel heard the roar of resentment again, and she immediately realized that even if she vented her anger quickly, it was still too little compared to the tens of thousands of resentful thoughts. This was just the beginning.

The author says:

Author's Note: I've been writing for too long already, I'll try to finish in the next chapter. I can't help it, firstly I don't dare continue, I'll get warned = =, secondly, the plot is getting a bit draggy if it doesn't progress soon. I'll try my best to provide a better reading experience.

Chapter 131 Continuing the Wrong Journey (Part 2)

In the pitch-black "hell," the passage of time had long since become imperceptible. And within that chaotic, swirling black mist, a man and a woman endlessly repeated their actions.

The man and woman were Wang Chong and Irisviel, respectively, undergoing a process of "purifying resentment." The roaring voices of resentment constantly surrounded them, but whenever they approached, they were shattered into mist by the nearby Broken King's Blade, which automatically flowed into Wang Chong's body. This meant that Wang Chong's madness intensified, and his actions towards Irisviel became increasingly violent.

They had lost count of how many waves of resentment this was… Now, more and more resentment was converging here, and the rate at which the malice was being consumed could not keep up with the rate at which it was accumulating. The madness and malice emanating from Wang Chong's body grew increasingly intense, and the desire and ferocity in his eyes became ever more pronounced.

But now, Irisviel's eyes were lifeless; the prolonged, brutal stimulation had numbed her, leaving her in a state of mental fog. She didn't know how long this would continue. She only knew that she was gradually getting used to the murky, foul stench, and that her body was covered in the lingering scent of those who had vented their "malice." It was as if she had been marked, relentlessly sprayed with that thick, pungent "malice." In short, her pristine body was already stained with "sin."

Irisviel was still being forced to swallow and vomit the enormous object by Wang Chong's hands, a form of "punishment" used to vent her resentment and malice. However, Irisviel's movements seemed to be becoming increasingly skillful; the initial nausea and discomfort had long since transformed into a strange stimulation and excitement. Wang Chong's rough actions seemed to have become her most primal instinct, forcing her to comply and please, and also arousing the original sinful desires hidden deep within Irisviel's soul.

Irisviel's soft red lips tightly enveloped the source of evil, her saliva, like purifying holy water, continuously smearing it, forming a slippery layer. She silently told herself that this was merely punishment, that she shouldn't have such thoughts. Yet, deep down, she craved the source of evil to penetrate her more forcefully, reaching the very depths of her throat. This contradictory state of mind gave Irisviel an unprecedented sense of indulgence and pleasure.

Finally, Wang Chong let out a low groan, as if he had finally found an outlet for his pent-up emotions. His hands kneaded Irisviel's head roughly, forcing her to swallow that "sin" completely until it disappeared from her sight. Irisviel felt short of breath, yet involuntarily craved more. She tried to open her throat as wide as possible, to accommodate this excessively large object, to let it release all its malice, and she swallowed it all with force.

"Cough cough..."

Through repeated practice, Irisviel had learned to swallow voluntarily. Although she still coughed occasionally, it was a complete transformation compared to the first time. It's worth noting that Irisviel had never done anything like this with her husband, Kiritsugu Emiya. Now, not only was she committing this heinous act with other men, but she was also so skilled and proactive in it.

"Gurgle...gurgle..."

It seemed the malice hadn't been fully released. After withdrawing from its mouth, the giant object gave Irisviel a "face wash." Irisviel was already used to this marking behavior, and even her eyes showed a sense of submission and longing towards it.

"Ah...why have I become like this...is this my true nature? Or...am I like Mr. Caster...unconsciously twisted by malice?" Irisviel, though somewhat delirious, did not give up thinking. However...when Irisviel stops thinking, she might truly become nothing more than a beast.

Just as Irisviel opened her lips, preparing for the next outpouring of resentment, the situation suddenly changed. A violent roar resounded, and a resentful spirit, far larger than the previous ones, arrived with a ferocious face. The pressure of resentment emanating from it made Irisviel feel suffocated at just a glance, and her consciousness was instantly jolted awake from her previous daze.

"What is this thing... why is this thing appearing?" Irisviel couldn't help but ask. Wang Chong was still in a frenzy. Would this suddenly appearing, unusually resentful aura completely interrupt their purification ritual and devour them both?

However, this conjecture only lasted for a moment before being dispelled by the following scene. The vengeful monster, though enormous, seemed to have met its nemesis upon encountering the Blade of the Ruined King. It could not escape its fate of shattering, its body completely disintegrating into a massive mist, emitting a resentful roar as it dissipated.

Irisviel breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, but suddenly, a bad premonition resurfaced in her heart. Such a massive amount of resentment, the accumulated malice was probably unimaginable. Wang Chong was already in a state of madness because his energy consumption couldn't keep up with the accumulation; if all the immense malice of this resentment were to pour into Wang Chong's body, wouldn't that be—

Sure enough, in Irisviel's sight, the massive red and purple mist poured entirely into Wang Chong's body. Wang Chong's body shuddered violently, then, unusually, he made no roar whatsoever; his wide eyes revealed no emotion. The sudden silence made Irisviel feel uneasy, as if a storm was brewing.

“Mr. Caster… how are you now?” Seeing that Wang Chong hadn’t moved for a long time, Irisviel couldn’t help but worry and asked.

"How are you? Hehehe... I feel pretty good right now." However, Wang Chong unexpectedly showed some reaction, and his words were no longer as crazy as before. But the other party's chilling laughter intensified Irisviel's unease.

"Cas...uh!" Irisviel wanted to call out something more, but Wang Chong knelt down and kissed her directly. Irisviel's pupils dilated instantly. She felt his tongue roughly force its way past her teeth, wantonly invading her mouth and entwining with her own. A jolt of electric stimulation shot through her lower body.

Because of the previous "sin" of sucking, Irisviel had already reached several peaks of pleasure during this process, so her lower body was already a muddy mess, with clear springs flowing in the canyon. The excessive stimulation made her mind, which had finally calmed down, dizzy again from the impact of desire.

After their wanton act, their lips parted. Irisviel was panting heavily. She didn't know what had happened to him, but she knew that the Wang Chong in front of her was different from the Mr. Caster she remembered.

"Has Mr. Caster's consciousness been completely distorted and alienated by malice and desire?" Irisviel couldn't help but recall the warnings Artoria and Wang Chong had given her before. The resentment and malice in this hell would gradually distort a person, and now that Wang Chong had absorbed such an excessive amount of malice, his consciousness was probably already...

"It's all my fault... If I hadn't forced him, and had just let Mr. Caster take his time, he wouldn't have...!!"

Before Irisviel could feel any remorse, Wang Chong suddenly leaned down and pressed down on her, his tall and burly body completely covering Irisviel's body and pinning her to the ground.

Irisviel gasped in surprise. Before she could react, Wang Chong's arms were already wrapped around her waist, and he pressed the source of his evil against her entrance.

Irisviel stared at Wang Chong in horror, her eyes filled with fear and panic. She had actually anticipated this scenario, envisioning what would happen after she and Wang Chong lost consciousness. But she hadn't expected it to unfold so quickly, catching her completely off guard.

A wicked glint flashed in Wang Chong's eyes as he gripped her waist and thrust himself into her without hesitation. Then, Irisviel felt an indescribable mix of pain and pleasure surge from the depths of her valley—the "source of evil" had forced its way into her body and begun its violent assault!

Chapter 132 Awakening from a Dream, as If from Another World

"Heh heh heh, so this is the representative of the Einzbern family? I never expected them to writhe so pathetically. I wonder what your beloved Kiritsugu Emiya would think if he saw this?"

"No...don't mention him...sob, this is...this is the punishment I deserve."

On the ground shrouded in black mist, Wang Chong was hurling sarcastic remarks at Irisviel, whom he was now blatantly abusing. Irisviel's eyes were brimming with tears, and she covered her face with her hands.

Just moments ago, Irisviel realized she had been forcibly taken over. Although she had prepared herself for this, after being completely taken over, Irisviel felt as if something deep within her soul had shattered.

Having served her for so long, her body's desires had been completely ignited. Even though she was being forcibly violated, her flower path was filled with unrestrained pleasure and stimulation. Moreover, perhaps because Kiritsugu Emiya's endowment was indeed far inferior to Wang Chong's, Irisviel felt as if her cave was being torn apart. Even though the passage was already muddy as lubrication, she could still feel the pain.

However, the previous flogging had not only raised Irisviel's pain tolerance threshold but also created a synesthesia between pain and pleasure. Therefore, once the other man began his thrusting motion, her body instinctively began to cooperate. From a third-person perspective, she would surely appear like a prostitute outside, passionately writhing with other men, completely devoid of any semblance of virtuousness.

This was undoubtedly unacceptable to Irisviel, and hearing Wang Chong's mocking remarks only made her suffer even more mentally.

The starkly contrasting emotions of physical pleasure and emotional anguish were driving Irisviel almost mad. How she longed for someone to lean on, someone to tell her what to do next. But Kiritsugu Emiya wasn't there, and the only person she could rely on, Wang Chong, had already become completely corrupted, wantonly defiled her, and viciously awaited her eventual utter surrender.

Under the relentless onslaught of malice, Irisviel's most primal instincts were unleashed. Her body had become accustomed to the indescribable pleasure and depravity, and the feelings of self-reproach, confusion, and fear began to gradually be replaced. Even her consciousness began to drift into confusion.

Wang Chong was now pressing down on Irisviel's voluptuous body, his strong arms gripping her waist. With each thrust, he sent his engorged, sinful member deep into her body. Each stroke penetrated to the very core, grinding heavily against her sensitive clitoris. Irisviel let out broken cries, her body trembling violently, her full breasts bobbing up and down with the movements, her two rosy nipples standing erect in the air.

Wang Chong bent down and bit one of the red cherries, sucking and licking it vigorously, his teeth occasionally nibbling at the snowy peak, leaving red marks.

"Mmm... Ahh... Stop... It hurts... No..." Irisviel sobbed uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. Yet, an unbearable tingling sensation rose within her, making it impossible for her to resist Wang Chong's intrusion.

Wang Chong's movements grew increasingly rapid, creating suggestive splashing sounds. He raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, a wicked smile playing on his lips: "Mrs. Irisviel, just enjoy it... I'll make you feel like you're in heaven..." Before he finished speaking, he thrust into her again, causing Irisviel to let out a high-pitched, wanton cry.

Irisviel felt increasingly out of control, her thoughts becoming more and more fragmented, and she knew she would soon be alienated by that malice, transformed into something she herself found ugly and despicable.

"Waaah..." The sobbing sound rang out again. Irisviel instinctively tried to grab onto something, like a drowning person grabbing at anything they could to save themselves, even if it was just a straw. Irisviel, however, clung to the man in front of her with her entire body, like an octopus.

"Too...too..." But as if it had truly worked, Wang Chong's voice was no longer filled with evil, but had returned to its low, weary tone. This made Irisviel grasp at a lifeline; with her last ounce of consciousness, she gasped, "Mr. Caster...I'm...sorry, I'm almost...unable to hold on any longer..."

“Madam…you…don’t need to worry. We were here to purify these things…we were prepared to be alienated and obliterated. There’s no need to blame yourself for your shortcomings…that’s not something a normal person would do…we are no longer ourselves after being alienated…” Wang Chong said softly.

"Just like welcoming our death, let it go... We have already saved so much resentment, we have already fulfilled our own obsessions... Haven't we? These are probably the last words I have left. Madam, you have already completed your own redemption... Let it go."

“Mr. Caster…” Hearing the other’s gentle words, a flicker of emotion flashed in Irisviel’s eyes, followed by a poignant smile. She whispered, “That’s true. I’ve… done enough… haven’t I, Mr. Caster?”

……

"Mmm...too deep...um...it's going to break..." Irisviel gasped, her two full, round breasts swaying back and forth with Wang Chong's movements, outlining a breathtaking curve. Her long legs wrapped around Wang Chong's waist, her ankles crossing behind him, as if trying to pull him even closer to her body.

After hearing Wang Chong's last words, Irisviel followed his advice and let go completely... As the only person she could trust and rely on in this hellish place, Irisviel believed him without hesitation. Even though he immediately reverted to his sinister appearance, which seemed so abrupt. Even though his words were clearly a trap, deliberately leading her towards alienation and ruin... Because, unknowingly, Mr. Caster had become the only person Irisviel could depend on.

Having completely let go, Irisviel embraced the pleasure of her body. The source of evil rubbed against every inch of her soft flesh, bringing waves of tingling, sour, and pleasurable stimulation, causing her passage to involuntarily and greedily swallow and expel the foreign object that had invaded her body.