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

She clutched her own throat, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. She wanted to scream, using all her strength to fight the fear, to shout out loud.

"Your Highness!!!"

Finally, W screamed hysterically. She didn't want to accept this scene, didn't want to accept that the person was the prince she had been longing for...

But precisely because she knew Theresa so well, she couldn't mistake any of Theresa's habitual little gestures. Therefore, she couldn't deceive herself... that person was Princess Theresa, whom she hoped to resurrect.

Her final scream was only in the hope that Theresa could hear her and stop the scene that was now so cruel to her.

"No matter how loud you shout, she won't hear you, okay? This room has been specially treated; she won't be able to hear your voice, nor will she be able to see you."

At that moment, Wang Chong's words rang out in the room filled with black mist.

"It's you...it really was you!! Was all of this your scheme?!" W cursed angrily.

“Scheme? Hahaha, what is there to scheme about? Theresa and I are in love, can’t you see that?” Wang Chong laughed.

"Damn it—I (Sarkaz swear)!!!" W immediately started cursing.

"Hehe, W, no matter how much you curse, it won't change the fact. Look, it's your Princess Theresa riding on me willingly."

As he spoke, Wang Chong, who was lying down enjoying the position of riding Theresa from behind, placed his hands on Theresa's waist and kept stroking her.

As if sensing Wang Chong's affection, Theresa held the back of his hands with her own and even guided him to stroke her waist and thighs.

"Look, look...we're so loving, what right do you, an outsider, have to chatter on like this?"

Wang Chong's words were like knives, piercing W's heart. W broke down and cursed, "Princess Theresa would never be like this!! It's you! It's all your fault! You must have used some despicable means to make Princess Theresa like this!"

"Hahaha, yes, yes, I did use despicable means... But W, don't you think that saying this makes it sound like you're insulting your prince?"

Wang Chong laughed and mocked W, "After all, I only used despicable means to so easily turn Theresa into this state... So it seems that the 'perfect' princess in your heart... is nothing more than this?"

Chapter 472 The Incompetent Follower W

Wang Chong's words were like a poisoned dagger, piercing deeply into W's heart.

He paused, a deeper malice creeping into his lips, and added, "Perhaps, she's actually more... vulnerable than you think?"

"Bastard—I'll kill you!!...Ugh!"

W was completely enraged, and her pent-up resentment exploded instantly. She roared and lunged forward with all her might, her nails almost digging into her palms.

However, the moment she took a step, a cold and heavy feeling of restraint suddenly came from her limbs and neck, pinning her to the spot.

Only then did she realize that, without her noticing, five chains, seemingly formed from thick darkness, had quietly wrapped around her wrists, ankles, and slender neck, emanating an ominous aura.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Wang Chong's sneer slithered into W's ears like a venomous snake, carrying undisguised pity and mockery.

"How pathetic and laughable, W. You are full of murderous intent, shouting that you want to take my life, but you don't even realize when you were bound."

Wang Chong's gaze swept over W's struggling and writhing body, finally settling on the soft warmth in his arms:

“A worm as presumptuous as you only deserves to stay here and enjoy watching how I… concoct your Princess Theresa.”

Before he finished speaking, Wang Chong had already sat up straight. His broad, warm hands irresistibly cupped Theresa's full, round breasts.

I gently caressed the already erect buds with my fingertips, feeling their trembling in my palm.

"Hmm... Darling, why are you in such a hurry all of a sudden?" Theresa felt the man behind her suddenly tighten his control, disrupting the rhythm she had been leading.

She was slightly out of breath, her body trembling slightly from the sudden forcefulness. A sense of unease swept over her: had she been too clumsy, failing to satisfy Wang Chong?

Wang Chong easily caught the subtle doubt hidden in Theresa's words, let out a low laugh and said, "Hahaha, isn't it because Theresa, you're so delicious that I can't help but... want to take the initiative to taste you?"

As he spoke, he used his fingertips to scrape the sensitive red cherry more forcefully, causing the person in his arms to tremble slightly.

"What, you don't like me... taking the initiative to ask you for things like this?" Wang Chong asked with a smile.

A deeper blush rose on Theresa's cheeks. Having abandoned her last line of defense, her union with Wang Chong truly brought her unprecedented bliss.

Theresa preferred to take the initiative because it allowed her to barely maintain a fragile sense of self amidst the surging desires.

But once Wang Chong takes control of the rhythm, his almost violent impact and masterful skills can easily shatter all her restraint, causing her to convulse and crumble in overwhelming pleasure.

What bothered her even more was...

"It's not that I don't like it. It's just that every time you move like this, darling... the impact is too strong. I feel... I feel like I'm going to completely lose myself. I'll become someone I don't even recognize."

Theresa nestled softly against Wang Chong's firm chest, her voice tinged with unspoken shyness.

Each time Wang Chong completely dominated her, it felt like her soul was being dragged into a bottomless vortex, sinking into a torrent of pure sensation. Ultimately, she revealed a version of herself that was unfamiliar even to herself, completely consumed by desire.

"Haha, doesn't it look like me?"

Wang Chong laughed loudly, but his hands never stopped roaming over her smooth skin, sliding from her rounded shoulders to her slender waist, and then caressing her full buttocks.

“That’s the real you, stripped of all pretense, Theresa…”

Wang Chong leaned down, his hot breath brushing against Theresa's sensitive earlobe, his words like a seductive spell:

"Because at that moment, you no longer need to bear the Sarkaz destiny, no longer need to worry about the future of your people, no longer need to wear the heavy mask of 'Your Highness' or 'Demon King'..."

"All you need to do is... feel happy."

Wang Chong's hand carried an undeniable strength, guiding her body to meet his movements; each penetration carried a sense of invasiveness.

"Forget all constraints, unleash your instincts. That is... the pure Theresa, the real you. Simply a woman who longs to be filled and conquered."

"The real me..." Theresa's eyes flickered with a moment of confusion and wavering, as if these seductive words had struck a hidden corner of her heart.

“Yes, the real you… no more suppression, bloom freely…” Wang Chong’s kiss landed on her smooth nape, his voice deep and possessive.

"That's not the real you! Your Highness! Your Highness! Don't believe his lies! Your Highness!!"

This conversation was like a poisoned needle, piercing W's heart.

With eyes wide with rage, he frantically tore at the cold chains binding him, the skin on his wrists and ankles bleeding from the rough dark energy, and he even considered detonating his Originium Arts to perish along with the restraints.

However, in this black mist space controlled by Wang Chong, her power vanished without a trace, completely ineffective.

Like a trapped beast, w could only watch in despair as the purest light in her heart slid step by step into that repulsive abyss, gradually revealing the obsessive, lustful state she had become numb to seeing in Ines. yyxswz.com xiangcunxsww.com 01xsz.com zonghengxsz.com wuxianxsz.com

I absolutely will not allow that expression to appear on Theresa's face!

However, no matter how loudly W roared, his voice could not penetrate the invisible barrier.

Under Wang Chong's skillful caresses and seductive words, Theresa's eyes grew increasingly hazy, her red lips parted slightly, emitting soft moans, her body responding honestly to each violation.

"Did you hear that, W?" Wang Chong's voice, tinged with cruel pleasure, clearly entered the space where W was bound by chains.

“Take a good look… take a good look at your prince’s most private place… that garden that no one had ever explored before… now it’s all muddy and overflowing.”

He deliberately intensified his waist movements, producing a sticky, blush-inducing sound of intense physical collision.

Witnessing Theresa's shameful and decadent state under Wang Chong, her familiar compliance and intoxicated expression, caused her a hundred or a thousand times more pain than the shameful and uncontrollable sensitive reactions of her own body!

"You beast...you damned beast..." W gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hatred was almost tangible.

Her mind was filled with wild fantasies of pouncing on him and destroying that blasphemous sin in the most vicious way!

“W, do you know?” Wang Chong’s gaze, like a cold blade, sliced ​​across W’s distorted face, filled with extreme mockery, “The more hysterically you curse me, the more excited I become…”

He seemed to pause deliberately, savoring the intensified struggle that w had experienced because of those words, before slowly adding:

"Oh, don't get me wrong. What excites me isn't your foul language itself."

His voice carried a cruel, all-encompassing pleasure:

"But you are like this now—hating me to the bone, wishing you could tear me to pieces, yet you can only watch helplessly as I mold you, Theresa, whom I worship like a goddess, bit by bit... into my own exclusive, decadent object of desire."

"You are powerless, only able to bark in vain... Every curse you utter reveals your impotent rage! Every insult you utter fuels the flames of my desire, giving me even more motivation... to cherish your beloved prince more deeply~"

"W... tell me, isn't this supposed to be entertaining me, pushing my ass so I can better... manipulate your beloved prince? Hehehehehe..."

"Ah—ah!! You pervert! You devil!! I'm going to kill you!! I'll definitely kill you!!"

Even her last means of resistance were twisted into a tool to please him, which completely shattered W's remaining rationality.

She had completely lost her mind, ignoring the tight chains around her neck, and tried with all her might to break free, even if it was just an inch forward, she wanted to tear that demon to pieces.

Wang Chong, instead of responding with words, declared his victory with more direct and provocative actions.

Wang Chong continued his powerful thrusts from behind Theresa, each one carrying the force of trying to pierce her through.

One hand skillfully manipulated and kneaded the already engorged and swollen pearl between her legs, causing her to spasm uncontrollably and moan even more sweetly.

At the same time, another hand, like an iron clamp, slipped under Theresa's armpit and forcefully grasped her beautifully shaped chin, forcing her to turn her head to the back.

"Kiss me, Theresa." The tone was commanding, leaving no room for argument.

"Umm...darling..."

Theresa's eyes were hazy, her passion already consumed her. She obediently tilted her head back, her left hand instinctively wrapping around Wang Chong's lean waist, so that she could more deeply embrace that dizzying fullness, while her right hand climbed up his neck, offering her rosy lips.

"Smack... Mmm... Chu..."

The lingering, wet sucking sounds, tinged with erotic stickiness, echoed clearly in the room. Two bodies were tightly intertwined, their lips and tongues passionately entwined.

"Ah...ah...!!!"

W let out a piercing, inhuman wail, her knees buckled, and she collapsed to her knees. She abruptly raised her hands, her fingers forming claws, and frantically clawed at her eyes and cheeks, wanting nothing more than to gouge out those eyes that had witnessed the most cruel sight in the world!

However, the omnipresent black mist instantly froze her movements, and the icy force forcibly pried open her fingers and opened her eyelids.

Like the cruelest instrument of torture, it forced W to imprint the scene before her, where her beloved prince offered a kiss and tenderly submitted, onto her retina and into the depths of her soul without missing a single detail.

Listening to the nauseating sounds of their lips and tongues entwining, and seeing Theresa's seductive and indulgent expression, W felt as if an invisible hand had crushed his heart and ground it into dust.

She shook her head violently in despair, wanting only to escape this hellish scene, but the power of the black mist held her neck firmly in place, like a cold rack.

Tears finally broke free, streaming down her reddened eyes and down her despairing face.

Are these tears a physiological reaction to the eyes being unable to close for a long time, or the blood flowing from a heart that has been completely crushed?

Chapter 473 W: Kill me...

"Watch closely, w."

Wang Chong's voice, like a devil's whisper, once again precisely pierced her shattered consciousness:

"This is... the happiest look of Theresa that you've never had the chance to see before? Aren't you always saying you're her most loyal follower? How could you... miss such a joyful moment of hers?"

"Kill...kill..."

With her head bowed, a broken, barely audible breath escaped from deep within her throat.

"Huh? Kill what?" Wang Chong feigned confusion, his mocking tone like poisoned ice. "Still thinking about your ridiculous declaration of revenge?"

"Kill...kill...kill me."

W's voice was utterly lifeless, as if her soul had been extinguished. She only wanted to end this endless torment immediately and follow the pure and innocent phantom in her memory.

"Kill you?" Wang Chong seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. "W, are you out of your mind? How could you say such a thing?"

"I told you to kill me!!"

W suddenly raised his head and roared with the last of his life force. The chain around his neck tightened even more due to the violent movement, leaving a glaring bloodstain.

“Tsk tsk tsk…” Wang Chong made an exaggerated clicking sound from the black mist and continued, “W, why are you doing this? Look, I, Wang Chong, always keep my word. You have done your best for me and tried to please me in every way, and I have also kept my promise and brought the prince you have been longing for back to the human world intact.”

"Isn't this... a win-win situation?"

Wang Chong's fingers maliciously twisted Theresa's nipples, enjoying the soft moans she let out from the stimulation, and continued:

"Once I've finished, you'll be reunited, embracing and weeping. Wouldn't that be wonderful? That would be the perfect ending. But now you're seeking death? I truly cannot understand your thoughts, W."

"Stop pretending!" Her tear-streaked face was now filled with unspeakable hatred as she glared at Wang Chong. "You've turned His Highness into this… into your plaything! The His Highness I knew… is dead! You've utterly killed him! He'll never come back!!"

She took a deep breath and, with her last ounce of strength, uttered the most vicious provocation:

"Now that Her Highness is dead, I'm going to join her! What are you dawdling for?! I've cursed you so much, and you haven't even dared to utter a sound! Are you even a man?! Do you have any guts?!"

This was W's last weapon. She knew that this lustful devil was almost immune to any humiliation, and only questioning him in this regard could move him.

After all, no normal man would admit to being "spineless." This final slander was the key she chose for herself, the key to liberation.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, even though Wang Chong was still deeply kissing Theresa, the sinister and violent aura that instantly gathered between his brows was like the dark clouds before a storm.

“…Heh,” a cold, mocking laugh rang out, “Fine, since you’re so eager to die…I’ll grant your wish and set you free!”

Relief! That word instantly brightened W's gloomy eyes. Finally... finally, this nightmare could end!

She could escape this hellish scene and pursue the eternally holy and gentle Princess Theresa in her heart.

"However..."

Wang Chong abruptly changed the subject, his tone like a venomous snake baring its deadly fangs.