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

"Heh..." Wang Chong chuckled softly, then fell silent, steadily supporting the night blade with both arms, and began his tireless "conquest".

The dull, powerful sounds of impact began to ring out rhythmically. With each deep and shallow thrust, glistening liquid splashed out from the point where the two were tightly joined, shimmering in the sunlight.

The initial pace was slow and patient, which suited Yato's capacity as a newcomer to human affairs perfectly.

"Ah...ah...uh-uh!"

Yato gradually raised her voice, and melodious moans uncontrollably escaped from her lips.

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The magnificent artifact conquered her body, each withdrawal seemingly accompanied by a powerful suction, and each penetration relentlessly crushing through the three magical gates.

The intense pleasure that Yato experienced from this advance and retreat was three times greater than what an ordinary woman could feel!

No wonder she so quickly succumbed to this surging tide of emotion, unable to extricate herself.

Of course, not every ordinary man is capable of breaking through her three tightly locked barriers. Many mediocre men are often utterly defeated and routed before the first gate, that winding and confined passageway.

Naturally, this prevented Yato from experiencing the ultimate joy derived from the very essence of life brought about by her extraordinary talent, let alone making her intoxicated by it.

Yato's arms were tightly wrapped around Wang Chong's neck, passively enduring the fierce and prolonged impact.

The pleasure within her was like a raging storm, one wave rising after another, each more intense and overwhelming than the last, completely engulfing her.

In the midst of this intense pleasure, Yato had forgotten everything, and her legs involuntarily wrapped around Wang Chong's strong waist, embracing him tightly like the most intimate lovers.

Each deeper penetration brought her trembling pleasure, making her whole body shudder, even her soul tremble.

Looking into her dreamy eyes, Wang Chong smiled. He reached out and gently, yet firmly, touched Yato's lips, slowly parting them.

"Good boy, stick your tongue out," Wang Chong said.

Yato was already out of her mind and could only obediently do as she was told. Her pink tongue darted out slightly, trembling gently in the air.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Chong bent down and took that soft tongue into his mouth, while his lower body continued its movements without stopping, maintaining a steady rhythm, repeatedly thrusting into that alluring path.

Their tongues intertwined, their saliva mingling, making a smacking sound.

Wang Chong forcefully and meticulously sucked the sweet saliva from Ya Dao's mouth, while simultaneously teasing her sensitive tongue. Each time he penetrated deeper, he intensified his passionate kisses.

When he withdrew slightly, he would gently nibble on her soft lips, causing Yato to let out unbearable groans.

"Ugh...it's too deep...I can't take it anymore..." Yato whimpered weakly, but her hands still clung tightly to Wang Chong's strong body, as if afraid he would suddenly leave.

Wang Chong ignored her pleas for mercy and instead intensified his pace. Each thrust caused Yato to involuntarily arch her slender waist, her entire body tense like a fish out of water.

Their lips remained pressed tightly together, saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths and onto their snow-white chests. Yato's groan was muffled in his throat, turning into a low, seductive sob.

Whenever Wang Chong loosened his grip even slightly, more groans would pour out, weaving into this space filled with desire.

"Ugh... I can't take it anymore, it's really almost here..."

Finally, Yato's body convulsed again, about to reach its climax. At the same time, in her dazed state, she felt the hot, hard thing inside her swelling at an alarming rate.

Knowing that he was also nearing his limit, Wang Chong stopped suppressing himself, spread Yato's legs even wider, and began his final sprint.

"Ah! Too fast! Slow down!" Yato cried out, but was quickly rendered speechless by the violent impact. Wang Chong withdrew almost completely each time before slamming back in deep.

After repeatedly "pounding" the garlic, bringing out wave after wave of glistening honey, Wang Chong felt he had reached his limit. He thrust deeply one last time, erupting in the most secret place within Yato's body.

Waves of scalding magical energy washed over him, bringing Yato to his peak once more. He collapsed into Yato's arms as if his bones had been removed.

As the afterglow lingered, Wang Chong slowly withdrew. A large amount of white spring water flowed out from the reddened cave entrance, accumulating into a small puddle on the ground.

After Wang Chong put down the night sword, he made her kneel on the ground, and then brought his treasure, which was covered with white spring water, to her lips.

"Taste your own flavor," he whispered in Yato's ear. Still recovering from the peak, Yato instinctively opened his small mouth and obediently took the hard object covered in various bodily fluids into his mouth.

Wang Chong sighed with satisfaction, pressed down on the back of Yato's head, and began to slowly inhale and exhale.

Yato's body may indeed have some talent in this area. Relying on instinct, her warm little tongue unconsciously licks the various liquids on the pillar, sometimes sweeping away the liquids, sometimes gently scraping along the tendons.

Each touch sent a tingling sensation through him.

"Good girl." Wang Chong stroked Ya Dao's hair, making his final, deepest thrusts into her mouth. Ya Dao obediently accepted everything, not resisting even as salty liquid spilled from the corners of her mouth.

Even after Wang Chong withdrew with satisfaction, Yato's tongue continued to follow that familiar shape, reluctantly licking the last drop of bodily fluid.

Wang Chong looked at Yato, who was kneeling on the ground panting, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips. Yato's eyes were filled with longing, dazedness, and contentment.

Chapter 450 The flowers you plant with care may not bloom, but the willows you plant unintentionally may thrive.

"We're almost at the city gate, but we still haven't run into Yato..."

Blackhorn headed towards the location Amiya had told him, expecting to run into Nightblade along the way. But to his surprise, he didn't see Nightblade, or even the leader, after walking for a while.

Did Yato just find Wang Chong on the city wall? Or was Wang Chong deliberately making excuses to avoid facing the mountain of documents, which is why Yato was so persistent in persuading him to leave?

Yes, that must have been quite a difficult situation. After all, no matter what, Yato only wanted to get Wang Chong to Amiya's side, which caused both of them a lot of trouble.

"Pop—"

As Blackhorn began his ascent up the stairs, he vaguely heard a loud popping sound of a cork being pulled out. Blackhorn was startled. Could it be His Excellency the Führer drinking beer on the city tower?

Hopefully, Yato won't get into trouble with the drunken Wang Chong.

With that thought in mind, Blackhorn quickened his pace.

When he stepped onto the city wall, he saw Yato and Wang Chong talking about something. However, Yato's posture seemed a bit strange. He was standing with his legs together and bent over, looking like he had a stomachache.

"Hmm? That person who came up looks like one of your team members, right?"

Suddenly, Blackhorn noticed that Wang Chong was looking at him and questioning Night Blade.

"Eh!? Um...yes, they're members of my team."

At that moment, Yato turned around, and when she saw Kurogane, her body trembled violently, a hint of panic flashed in her eyes, and her voice trembled slightly.

Blackhorn also noticed that Yato's usual eye mask was now gone for some reason, and Yato's face was flushed red, with steam rising from his head, like a freshly steamed bun.

His bangs were also unusually messy, sticking to his face like sweat. There was even a rather thick "hair" hanging from the corner of his mouth, but when Yato noticed that the yakuza were looking at him, he quickly wiped the "hair" away.

"Black... Phew, Blackhorn, what are you doing here?" Yato slowly turned around, bending over and clutching his stomach, and said.

"I saw it was almost lunchtime, so I thought I'd call you to take a rest. But I couldn't find you anywhere, so I went to Amiya to ask. Amiya told me to go find His Majesty the Führer, but I couldn't find you, so I just came here to look for you."

Kurokaku explained the reason for his arrival, and noticing Yato clutching his stomach, he asked in confusion:

"What's wrong? Is your stomach upset?"

"Huh?... Hmm, it's probably because something unclean got mixed in when we had an emergency breakfast this morning... You know, we were cleaning up those corpses this morning..."

After hearing Kurogane's question, Yato said somewhat embarrassedly:

"That's why I'm only coming to see His Majesty now... to tell him what's going on... Amiya must be getting impatient, right?"

"Oh...no wonder...do you need me to take you to the medical department?" Although Yato looked very strange, Kurokaku did not doubt Yato's words, so he quickly asked with concern.

"No...it's alright, I can go by myself." Yato shook his head, declining Blackhorn's offer.

"Let me help you out, that way you won't be in pain for too long." At this moment, Wang Chong spoke up, and with a wave of his hand, a cloud of black mist gathered at Yato's feet.

“Come on, since you’re not feeling well, lie down properly. Even sitting is fine…” Wang Chong gestured.

Seeing this, Yato helped her kneel on the black mist. Her face flushed, she whispered, "Th...thank you..."

"You've had a long and tiring journey, so take a good rest. Oh, and here's the sword you just dropped." Wang Chong handed the sword to Ye Dao, then added, "Alright, that's all for now. Go."

Wang Chong casually waved his hand, and the black mist cloud carrying Night Blade flew away from the city wall, heading roughly towards the area where Rhodes Island lived.

Blackhorn watched the whole process. He scratched his head, wondering what was wrong with him today, his head felt unusually heavy. Could it be that he had eaten something unclean?

"Yato! Take good care of yourself!"

However, Blackhorn didn't care about any of that. Seeing Yato leave, he loudly bid him farewell. Yato simply waved back in response.

Blackhorn had originally planned to invite Yato to lunch today, but seeing Yato's current state, he'd probably have to ask Amiya for leave for her later.

"Let's go, Blackhorn. Since Amiya sent you to find me, please take me there."

At this moment, Wang Chong appeared beside Black Horn, patted Black Horn on the shoulder, and said.

"Ah? Hmm..." Blackhorn nodded quickly, then led Wang Chong toward Amiya's office.

……

"Speaking of which, Miss Yato is your captain, right?"

"Yes, that's right... But Captain Yato is a very hardworking person. Although there was a slight accident today... she usually completes any mission very meticulously."

Blackhorn thought Wang Chong was going to blame Night Blade for arriving too late, so he stepped in to defend him.

"You misunderstood me. I didn't mean to blame Miss Yato... After all, you never know when an accident will happen."

Wang Chong chuckled and then continued, "However, you care so much about Miss Yato, and you just invited her to dinner and asked about her health... and now you're even defending her in advance."

"What? You're interested in your captain... is that it?"

"Ahem... Your Excellency, I... I've just been spending a lot of time with the captain and gotten used to it... Besides, both Yato and I were originally from the East, so basically..."

Upon hearing Wang Chong's sudden question, Black Horn scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly and changed the subject.

"Look at you, getting all shy. If you like something, you like it; if you don't, you don't. Why beat around the bush?"

Wang Chong chuckled and shook his head, interrupting Black Horn.

"I..." Black Horn scratched his face. He hadn't expected Wang Chong to ask him such a direct question.

"How about this, what kind of person do you think Miss Yato is?" Wang Chong asked, changing his approach.

"As for Yato... he's a very serious person, especially when it comes to managing the team and honing his skills," Blackhorn said slowly, as if recalling a memory.

"However, don't let Yato's quiet and reserved demeanor fool you... she's a completely different person when she's with people she knows well. It's just that she's very reserved around strangers."

"To be honest, I'm pretty much the same way... I'm not very good at talking, and we both like to wear masks, probably because it makes us look less shy."

Blackhorn couldn't help but say.

"Hmm, I can see that. You're quite shy. But you're much better than Yato; at least you're taking the initiative to communicate with me," Wang Chong nodded and said.

"Uh... Is it possible that Captain Nightblade is difficult to communicate with, causing His Majesty the Führer some difficulty?" Blackhorn asked in confusion.

"It's not that it's difficult... but when I think about how nervous she was and how she stammered, always unable to finish her sentence, and how easily I interrupted her, I really couldn't bear to continue bullying her."

Wang Chong chuckled and said:

"Actually, she had been trying to persuade me to go to Amiya's place for a while, but I didn't want to go so soon. I wanted to take a break, so I made things difficult for her. I just didn't expect her to endure her discomfort. In that case, it was my fault."

"So it seems that her hesitation back then wasn't because she was nervous talking to me, but because she was trying to suppress her physical discomfort... If she had made things clear earlier, I wouldn't have continued stealing."

"Now, it's too late to change anything, so we can only make a 'mistake' against her."

In this passage, Wang Chong emphasized the word "mistake," making it somewhat meaningful. Unfortunately, Black Horn couldn't grasp the underlying meaning; he simply nodded and said:

"I see... But I don't think Yato would care about this. Because she's more demanding of herself than of others."

"I see... It seems Miss Yato is quite a good woman. You'd better step up your game, or this good woman might be snatched away."

Wang Chong patted Black Horn on the shoulder and said, "Never be like this, clearly liking someone but not even having the courage to tell outsiders... Sometimes women also care a lot about these feelings."

"Uh... I will, after all, I've always wanted to spend more time with Yato. Just now, I was looking for her, wanting to be with her..." Blackhorn said slowly.

"Look, look, you finally admitted it, didn't you?" Wang Chong laughed and then said, "But just being together isn't enough. That's too ordinary. You need to use your brain more."

"Uh... I've been putting my heart and soul into it, isn't that enough?" Black Horn asked, puzzled. Where's Mei? Where's Yongkong? Where's Lin Zaizai...?

Wang Chong shook his head, revealing a meaningful smile, and said, "It's not enough... because a woman's heart is very complicated. You can't reap the rewards just by giving."

"And with care...? I'm afraid... you might try to plant flowers with care but they won't bloom, while you might plant willows without care and they'll thrive. Hahahaha..."

With a strange laugh, Wang Chong strode forward, leaving a bewildered man in black behind him.

"Hey, wait for me, Your Excellency..." After that, Blackhorn came to his senses and hurriedly strode after him.

……

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Chong easily finished processing the mountain of documents at high speed, yawned, and rubbed Amiya's head, saying:

"You still need to practice, Amiya. It takes you so long to process such a small report, and you even had to call me back to help you."

"Do you really think the teacher is feeling embarrassed, which is why she doesn't want to do it, tries to slack off, and deliberately dumps all the work on you? I just want to give you some good training..."

"Waaah..."

Faced with Wang Chong's harsh criticism, even though Amiya knew it was sophistry, she had no money to refute it. Like a well-behaved student, she lowered her head and listened to Wang Chong's lecture. She was tired of hearing the same words.

"Alright, go and take care of your Rhodes Island business." Wang Chong didn't say much more and got up to leave the office area.