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

Arcueid gave him a playful glare, then her expression softened into a serious tone as she gave him a gentle admonition:

"Alright, go ahead and get busy. But be careful not to go too far. I'm not worried about the others, but Aigo... she's been in our 'family' for so long, you should... take things a step further with her."

She glanced meaningfully at Aika Sajou, who was waiting quietly to the side.

After giving her instructions, Arcueid turned gracefully, her skirt fluttering, and stepped onto the deck of Noah's Ark.

Wang Chong stood on the edge of the ship, his gaze following the legendary vessel carrying his capable assistants as it sailed through the misty sea, heading off course until its silhouette finally disappeared into the deep night sky above the distant sea.

"All right……"

Wang Chong withdrew his gaze from the distance and turned to the four Servants remaining on the deck—Sajō Aika, Elizabeth Bathory, Tamamo Neko, and Miyamoto Musashi.

"The four of you will return to the Dimensional House for now and await further instructions. We are still sailing at sea, and the sudden appearance of four unfamiliar faces would be too conspicuous."

Wang Chong explained in detail: "Once the ship reaches the next supply island and docks, I will arrange a suitable opportunity for you to infiltrate the pirate crew as 'new crew members.' The only key point you need to remember is—"

Wang Chong paused, his gaze sweeping over them one by one, before continuing, "Treat them as if they were servants who had just formed a contract with me for the first time, and who were unfamiliar with everything here. Do not reveal any flaws."

"Do I also need to disguise myself as a Servant?" Ayaka Sajou tilted her head slightly, raised her hand to ask, and asked with a hint of curiosity in her tone.

“Yes.” Wang Chong answered affirmatively, “You should present yourself as a Caster. Your inherent ‘666 Beast’ aura will naturally make other Servants mistake you for one of their own, which is excellent cover.”

After speaking, Wang Chong looked at everyone again and concluded, "Once you join the pirate crew, you will all follow me. I will issue specific action orders as needed. Understand?"

The four exchanged glances and nodded in unison, indicating that they fully understood and accepted the mission assignment. Wang Chong then raised his hand and reopened the spatial portal to the Dimensional House in front of them.

Accompanied by soft light, the four Servants entered one by one, their figures gradually disappearing behind the door. Only after confirming their safe arrival did Wang Chong wave to close the entrance.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Chong subtly removed the influence of the Originium energy that had enveloped the ship and put some of the crew to sleep.

The silent pirate ship seemed to awaken after a moment of slumber, the faint snores turning into sounds of surprise and uncertainty, as if they were all regretting and fearing their own oversleeping.

Having done all this, Wang Chong had already quietly returned to his room.

"Ok?"

As soon as he pushed open the door, the scene that greeted him made him pause in surprise.

Medea was lying sprawled out on the large bed, in a bold "X" shape, her face buried in the soft pillow, sleeping soundly, even making soft, rhythmic breathing sounds.

She practically took over the entire bed by herself. You're in Merlin, I'm free, but are you in Lin...?

"No wonder this little girl was hugging me so tightly, like a pillow, while she was half asleep." Wang Chong looked at her defenseless sleeping posture and couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head, muttering to himself, "So this is how ugly you look when you sleep alone..."

He smiled helplessly, a wisp of extremely subtle Originium energy swirling around his fingertips. The energy, like an invisible hand, gently lifted Medea's body, moving her smoothly like a feather towards the inside of the bed, making room for her.

After settling in, Wang Chong was finally able to lie back comfortably on his half of the bed.

Looking at Medea, who was sleeping soundly beside him, Wang Chong had a helpless smile on his lips. When the sun shines on the bow of the ship again tomorrow morning, this little devil will most likely repeat the scene from last night, when she was half-asleep and used him as a warm pillow.

Chapter 531 Ear Cleaning

"ah--!!"

"Good morning, host. Let's start your wonderful pirate life and an energetic day with the screams of a young girl~"

The girl's screams, mixed with the system's slightly mocking voice, made Wang Chong subconsciously rub his buzzing ears.

He was genuinely annoyed by the young lady's daily, punctual screams.

Wang Chong's eyes were sharp, revealing obvious impatience: "I'm saying... do you really think I have a good temper?"

Then, Wang Chong sat up and said in an unfriendly tone, "This is the third time I've been woken up by your screams since the start of the voyage! It's clearly you who's a restless sleeper and rolls over here, but every time you make it sound like I'm plotting something against you!"

Medea was stung by Wang Chong's words, and a mixture of shame, anger, grievance, and fear surged into her heart in an instant, but the blush on her cheeks did not fade for a long time.

"Since you always think I have ulterior motives..." Before Wang Chong could finish speaking, he suddenly leaned forward, his strong arms instantly encircling Medea's slender waist, and pressed her heavily back onto the bed.

His hands gripped her wrists tightly like iron clamps as she struggled, and he leaned in close, his hot breath almost hitting her face.

"Then I'll do as you wish! How about it!?" Wang Chong said viciously.

"Ugh!" Medea's pupils contracted sharply. The immense shock made her body stiffen for a moment, before she erupted into an even more violent resistance!

She writhed and twisted like a startled rabbit, trying to break free. But with such a vast difference in strength, her struggles were futile, like a moth drawn into a spider's web.

In desperation, she raised her bare, jade-like foot and pressed it against Wang Chong's strong thigh, kicking hard in an attempt to push him away.

However, in Wang Chong's view, this soft force was less a form of resistance and more like a kind of... playful teasing.

"Stop wasting your time!" Wang Chong deliberately intensified his intimidation, pressing his entire body heavily on her, creating a strong sense of oppression.

He pinned Medea's crossed arms firmly to the pillow above her head with one hand, while his other hand was already poised to tear at her clothes.

"Since you've angered me today, you're responsible for letting off some steam! You always think I'm trying to take advantage of you anyway, so I might as well make you my woman completely, and stop you from overthinking!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!! I'll never call you that again! Please... but not this one! No!!"

Feeling the chill in Wang Chong's tone and his undisguised aggression, Medea panicked completely. Tears of fear welled up in her eyes, and she futilely twisted her body with a desperate sob.

Her suppressed posture and disheveled clothes seemed to foreshadow the complete collapse of her pure defenses.

Seeing that the deterrent effect had reached its peak, and Medea's eyes were filled with pure fear and pleading, Wang Chong finally stopped.

He sat up straight, released his grip, and glanced at the girl on the bed, who was sobbing with her face covered and whose clothes were disheveled—at this moment, she was like a pear blossom after being battered by wind and rain, with a fragile beauty that had been forcibly plucked.

"Cry again? If you cry again, I'll continue?" Wang Chong added coldly.

These words, like a spell, abruptly stopped Medea's sobs. She timidly lowered her hands from her face, raised her tear-filled eyes, and looked at Wang Chong with fear.

"From now on, if I'm woken up by this kind of noise every morning, I'll assume you're begging me to be my woman, and then I'll just sleep with you! Do you hear me?"

While straightening his slightly wrinkled clothes, Wang Chong issued his final ultimatum.

"...I heard you." Medea lowered her head and answered in a voice barely audible, her hands nervously twisting the hem of her clothes.

Seeing her completely tamed, Wang Chong's pent-up morning grumpiness finally dissipated.

During the three-day voyage, he and Medea spent almost every day together, yet the days were monotonous, like a repetitive cycle. They had little in common to talk about.

Wang Chong devoted most of his energy to assimilating the divine energy within his body, so he wasn't exactly idle. In his spare time, he would instruct Medea on how to serve him more properly.

Now, Medea is quite skilled at basic tasks such as serving tea and water, and can take care of them in an orderly manner without being asked.

The only problem that persisted was his constant screaming in the early morning, disturbing his sleep. Wang Chong was so tormented by the high-decibel noise that he resorted to such drastic measures to intimidate him.

He believed that this morning's immersive experience would leave a deep enough mark on Medea's mind to prevent her from ever repeating the mistake.

"And..." Wang Chong's tone returned to calm as he lay back down, "Since you've disturbed my ears again, you should know what compensation you need to make up for it, right?"

Medea obediently got up and silently knelt down at the head of the bed.

Wang Chong adjusted his posture with perfect ease, resting his head on her soft, warm legs. Their movements were fluid and perfectly synchronized, clearly indicating this was not their first time.

Wang Chong adjusted his posture with perfect ease, resting his head on her soft, warm legs. Their movements were fluid and perfectly synchronized, clearly indicating this was not their first time.

He turned his head to the side, clearly exposing his left ear to Medea.

Medea leaned over and carefully took a pair of smooth wooden ear picks and a delicate feather stick with white goose down at the end from the bedside table.

She took a deep breath, steadied her fingers which were trembling slightly from the fright, and began to focus on cleaning Wang Chong's left ear.

Medea's movements were initially a little stiff, but she quickly became absorbed in a state of focus.

She first gently brushed aside the stray hairs around Wang Chong's earlobe with her slender fingers, leaving the entrance to his ear canal completely unobstructed. Then, she picked up the long, thin wooden ear pick and steadily inserted her wrist into the warm entrance of his ear canal.

Medea's movements were exceptionally gentle, with an almost pious caution, scraping only the very surface of the ear canal.

The smooth, warm touch of the wooden spoon against sensitive skin creates a subtle yet distinct friction, accompanied by an extremely faint, almost inaudible rustling sound.

Wang Chong closed his eyes, letting out a satisfied groan: "Mmm...so good...a little lighter, yes..."

Medea could clearly feel the subtle relaxation of Wang Chong's ear muscles with her fingertips, which inexplicably eased her tense nerves.

Upon hearing the instruction, her wrist movements became even gentler and more delicate, like the brush of a feather. After confirming that the superficial cleaning was complete, she put down the ear pick and picked up the feather stick covered with fluffy goose down.

The hair stick was slowly inserted into a more sensitive area deep inside the ear canal. This time, Medea's fingertips gently twisted the small handle of the hair stick, allowing the soft downy hairs to rotate and sweep very gently and slowly against the inner wall of the ear canal.

The tips of the goose down are incredibly delicate; each tiny rotation feels like dancing on the most sensitive nerve endings, bringing waves of indescribable, deep-seated itching.

This itching sensation is not a stimulus, but a continuous signal of comfort, like a weak electric current spreading along the ear canal, making one's scalp tingle slightly, and one's mind involuntarily relax and indulge.

Wang Chong's breathing became longer and deeper, his tightly furrowed brows completely relaxed, and even the corners of his lips curved into a barely perceptible smile. The continuous, low, comfortable nasal breathing "Mmm..." sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

This skillful ear-cleaning technique was naturally taught to Medea by Wang Chong himself. Initially, in order to let Medea understand that ultimate feeling of comfort, Wang Chong even demonstrated it for her once.

At that time, Medea lay stiffly on his lap, as tense as a statue. However, when Wang Chong's steady fingers pinched the hair stick and probed into her elven ear, beginning that skillful and gentle twisting, all the tension vanished.

An irresistible tingling sensation surged through her like waves, instantly overwhelming her senses. Her body and mind felt as if they were being lifted up by warm clouds, so light that she almost floated away, her consciousness gradually becoming blurred and pleasurable.

Wang Chong still remembers that when the feeling of comfort reached its peak, Medea's sensitive elven ear tips began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, like the wings of a startled butterfly. Fortunately, it did not affect his meticulous work.

In fact, Wang Chong was not able to remove any substantial dirt from Medea's elfin-like clean ears at the time; at most, there were some insignificant specks of dust.

Therefore, the whole process is more like a delicate ear massage ritual, using the just-right stimulation of the pompadour to make people completely relax.

As for why Wang Chong entrusted his fragile ear canal to Medea with such confidence, the reason is simple: Wang Chong had absolute self-confidence.

Even if Medea harbored murderous intent at this moment, with these two small tools in her hands, there was absolutely no way she could cause the slightest damage to his strong body.

Furthermore, Wang Chong knew that Medea was a clever person and understood that any rash actions would not only fail to harm her in the slightest, but would instead bring unbearable humiliation and severe punishment.

At this moment, Medea's gaze fell on the sharply defined profile of the man resting on her lap, and her heart was filled with extremely complex and indescribable emotions.

Just moments before, this man had pinned her down with overwhelming force, his near-violent threats chilling her to the bone.

And now, he has so unguardedly exposed his vital parts to her, demanding that she provide such intimate care.

Isn't he at all worried that he might hold a grudge because of the humiliation and fright he just experienced, and take the opportunity to retaliate?

"..."

However, Medea asked herself honestly, and even though she had just experienced such a terrible threat, she strangely felt no hatred towards Wang Chong in front of her.

What if... what if he really forced himself on me just now...?

The thought, like a pebble thrown into a still lake, instantly created huge ripples. A strong sense of shame surged through her body like a flame, causing her heart to tremble and her hands to shake involuntarily.

Chapter 532 Landing on the Island of the Winged Dragons

"Hmm?" Wang Chong felt the slight, out-of-control force in his ear canal, frowned slightly, and said with displeasure at being disturbed, "Medea, concentrate... If it were anyone else, you would have cried out in pain from this force."

"I...I'm sorry." Almost reflexively, the words of apology came out. After saying it, Medea herself was stunned, a bitter regret welling up in her heart.

What's wrong with me? Why am I so subservient in front of him? Why does my body instinctively respond to his repeated "humiliations" with obedience, and even... a strange sense of relief?

Medea couldn't understand her conflicted feelings at all. All she knew was that a voice deep inside her kept telling her: it was right to do this, it was safe to obey him, and even... it was good.

Just like now, as her fingertips focused on twirling the hair stick, feeling the subtle relaxation signals emanating from Wang Chong's body due to comfort, an inexplicable calm and strange sense of security quietly enveloped her, dispelling the fear and shame she had felt earlier.

The work with the wooden ear pick was already done. Just like Medea, Wang Chong's physical strength had long since surpassed that of ordinary people, and there was no longer any dirt in his ear canals that needed to be cleaned. Ear cleaning itself was more like a conventional method, a way to relax his body.

Then, Medea picked up the soft, white goose down feather stick again and carefully probed it deep into the warm ear canal.

She held her breath, her fingertips steadily and deftly twisting the small handle of the pomade. The tips of the downy hairs rotated with exquisite gentleness, sweeping over the most sensitive folds, bringing waves of delicate, feather-like tingling.

"Mmm..." A deep, satisfied hum escaped from Wang Chong's throat again, longer and more soothing than before, revealing that its owner was in a state of ultimate relaxation.

When this sound, representing extreme comfort, entered her ears, an indescribable sense of accomplishment quietly grew and spread in Medea's heart.

The feeling was so wonderful—simply making this strong, domineering, and even somewhat frightening man in front of her feel comfortable and relaxed gave her a sense of pride and satisfaction, as if she had accomplished an extremely remarkable task.

Medea wasn't averse to the feeling itself; she was merely confused, even slightly worried: why was it that the person giving her this feeling was none other than Wang Chong…

As Medea twirled the hair stick between her fingers, her thoughts drifted back to the morning before yesterday.

It was their first morning at sea. She had also woken Wang Chong with her panicked screams. As a result, he used this as an excuse to "punish" her by making her learn how to clean ears as compensation.

At that time, she was completely clueless and at a loss. In the end, it was this man who made her lie down and personally demonstrated it to her, just to teach her how to operate it.

Medea clearly remembered the moment when Wang Chong's warm and steady hand cradled her cheek, and when that thin rod covered in soft goose down was gently and slowly inserted deep into her elven ear canal and began to rotate...

The feeling in that instant was as if my soul had been struck!

The unparalleled tingling sensation was like countless tiny electric currents, exploding instantly along the nerve endings in the ear canal and spreading rapidly along the spine to every part of the body!

The feeling was both a terrifying "itch" and an irresistible, soul-stirring "comfort"!

She couldn't control her body's reaction at all. She could only squeeze her legs together tightly, her smooth soles pointing outwards, kicking the soft mattress again and again, trying to push out the intense stimulation that was almost overwhelming her reason, just in order to barely bear it without losing control and screaming.

That ultimate comfort that reached the depths of her soul was a peak she had never experienced in her life! It even gave her an unspeakable...desire and addiction in the years that followed.

She secretly savored the memory, hoping to experience it again.

Unfortunately, ever since Medea mastered the art of ear cleaning, this "service" became her exclusive domain. Wang Chong never cleaned her ears again.

However, even so, Medea still cherished every time she cleaned Wang Chong's ears... because it seemed to be the only time Wang Chong would not be too harsh on her, and would even show a satisfied expression and give praise.