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

When his gaze fell upon Medea's favorability rating, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. 75 favorability points—this number far exceeded his expectations.

"I never expected Medea's affection for me to grow so rapidly."

Wang Chong pondered to himself, and couldn't help but compare him to the other Servants:

"This surpasses any of Elizabeth, Tamamo Neko, or even Musashi. It seems that Medea's guard has relaxed quite a bit without her realizing it."

“In that case, the original plan can be moved forward.” Wang Chong muttered to himself, quickly sketching out a blueprint in his mind. “Perfect timing, hasn’t Medea always longed to break the seal within her? This might be a brilliant starting point…”

Within seconds, a new plan for Medea took shape in Wang Chong's mind. He decided to implement it gradually in the subsequent interactions in order to seize this rare opportunity.

Chapter 543 Bathing (Part 1)

Night fell in the blink of an eye. Finally, Wang Chong returned to his room.

When the door was opened, Medea, who was still recovering from her injuries on the bed, trembled slightly like a startled rabbit.

Her purple eyes would occasionally glance at Wang Chong, but she dared not look directly into his almost aggressive gaze.

"The little girl is shy again..."

Wang Chong thought to himself, wondering if it was his own charm that was too great, or if the "shared destiny" was too strange, that it could so easily make Medea fall in love with someone else.

"How are you? How is your injury healing?" Wang Chong asked directly as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"No way... it'll get better so quickly... you won't let my aunt treat me." Although it was a complaint, Medea's soft voice sounded almost like she was being coquettish.

"Heh, I healed you so quickly, and then you disobeyed my orders and ran into the forest all by yourself?"

Wang Chong chuckled and said, "Without the protective measures I set up, you would already be dead, understand?"

"...Wasn't your power sealed?" Medea couldn't help but ask.

“I naturally have ways to temporarily mobilize a portion of it… You… know nothing about my power.” Wang Chong said, arms crossed. “This so-called protective sealing array, give me enough time, and I can slowly wear away all that energy.”

Medea fell silent. She could tell that the man in front of her was not lying. In that case, wouldn't everything she had done be in vain?

"Alright, let's stop talking about me and start talking about you... Medea," Wang Chong said slowly.

"Me?" Medea pointed to herself in confusion.

"Don't you realize that you've been cooped up in your room for two days and two nights, plus the days before that..."

Wang Chong pinched his nose and said, "Haven't you noticed you're starting to smell a bit?"

Upon hearing Wang Chong's words, Medea was immediately filled with shame and indignation, saying, "Where...where do I stink! I am a Servant, Servants don't stink!"

Medea, however, still felt a little guilty and secretly sniffed herself; it seemed there was a faint odor. Normally, if you have even a slight odor, it would smell quite foul to others.

The thought made Medea somewhat flustered. As a woman, it was rare for her to be unclean.

Especially when they are with their sweetheart, they will pay extra attention to this aspect.

Wang Chong stared at Medea's changing expressions for a long time, and guessing what she was thinking, he said:

"It seems you're aware you have some kind of odor. You should know what to do, right?"

"But where is there enough water to bathe in... Ah!!" Medea said, suppressing the turmoil in her heart.

However, before she could finish speaking, Medea felt her body suddenly rise up. She then realized that Wang Chong had approached her at some point and picked her up in a princess carry.

"Quick! Let me go!" Medea was pulled into Wang Chong's arms and immediately became shy, but although she shouted loudly, her body was very obedient and completely surrendered to Wang Chong's embrace.

"Stop struggling. Didn't you want to take a bath? I'll take you to get a good bath right now."

Wang Chong smiled and carried Medea directly out of the room. After a few steps, they entered a new room.

Inside the room, there was a simple screen for privacy, and behind the screen was a steaming bathtub.

The bath tub was already filled with hot water, and Wang Chong explained at this opportune moment:

"Since your aunt and the other caster came along, at least we don't have to worry about bathing anymore. And this bucket of hot water was made by your aunt."

Upon hearing this, Medea finally understood why Wang Chong was so certain that he had brought her to take a bath.

After Wang Chong put her down, Medea hesitated and did not immediately step into the bathtub.

After all, even with the screen in the way, she still didn't dare to take a bath in front of Wang Chong.

Medea stood frozen in place, her purple eyes fixed on the steaming bathtub, then quickly glanced at Wang Chong, who stood by the screen and had not immediately left.

The other person's gaze was like a tangible thread, entangling her and making her already rapid heartbeat, caused by embarrassment, almost burst out of her chest.

The simple floral and bird patterns painted on the screen were blurred in the misty steam, just like her chaotic thoughts at this moment.

"I..." Medea stammered, her voice barely audible, filled with unprecedented embarrassment, "Aren't you...aren't you going out?"

Her fingertips unconsciously tightened the edge of the light gauze robe sleeves, and the skin beneath the fabric tensed slightly from the tension.

Wang Chong did not answer immediately, but instead watched with great interest as she looked flustered.

The semi-transparent purple gauze robe she wore clung tightly to her skin as she swayed, highlighting her curvaceous figure to the fullest.

Wang Chong took a step forward, his tall figure casting a deeper shadow in the flickering candlelight, almost completely enveloping the petite Medea.

The aura of the strong, with its aggressive undertones, spread silently, causing Medea to breathe more heavily.

"Get out?" Wang Chong raised an eyebrow slightly, a familiar, mischievous smile playing on his lips. "This is the place I brought you here, and I even had the water prepared. It's not very nice of you to kick me out like this, is it?"

“Besides, look at you now…” Wang Chong deliberately dragged out the last syllable, his gaze sweeping over Medea as if he could penetrate the thin fabric of her clothes and land on her unhealed ribs.

“What if you push yourself and aggravate your bone injury, causing you to slip or drown? Who will take care of you then? Don’t forget, you are an injured person who needs to be thoroughly cleaned right now.” Wang Chong deliberately emphasized the last few words, appearing to be concerned for Medea.

"I won't!" Medea retorted instinctively, her cheeks instantly turning bright red, even more scorching than the steam rising from the tub.

Medea knew, of course, that Wang Chong was deliberately teasing her, but the fact that he mentioned bone injuries made it impossible for her to completely refute him.

Even after two days of rest, she still felt a dull ache inside, making movement difficult. Bathing alone in an unfamiliar environment left her with a sense of unease deep down.

"You don't?" Wang Chong took another step closer, so close that Medea could clearly feel the indescribable masculine aura emanating from him.

"Okay, then try taking off your clothes and show me now. See if you need my help."

Wang Chong's voice deepened, carrying an almost commanding magnetism. His gaze was fixed intently on her, even more "aggressive" than when he had carried her in his arms in the room. It was as if he wanted to imprint her entire being in his sight, allowing no escape whatsoever.

Medea shuddered, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and took a step back abruptly.

"No...no need!" Medea almost screamed, so ashamed and angry that she almost raised her hand to drive Wang Chong away.

“I can manage on my own! You…you turn around and get out!” She pointed toward the door, her fingertips trembling violently.

Just when Medea thought Wang Chong was about to say something even more outrageous, he suddenly chuckled softly.

The laughter was deep and pleasant, unlike the previous teasing, carrying a hint of... indulgence?

"Heh, the little hedgehog's got pricked up." Wang Chong shook his head, looking at her embarrassed and angry expression, and finally stopped teasing her too much.

"Alright, I can't refuse you." Wang Chong slowly turned around to face the door. "I'll stand guard outside. Call me if you need help, but don't try to be a hero."

He paused, his tone taking on an undeniable firmness: "Of course, if I hear any unusual noises—like someone falling, choking on water, or crying out in pain—I'll barge in immediately. I mean it."

This additional statement is more like a declaration, reminding her that she is still in control.

After saying that, his tall figure stepped out of the bathroom, and casually closed the not-so-thick wooden door halfway, leaving only a narrow gap through which the dim light from the outside room shone, and his blurry yet highly prominent profile was visible.

Just as he had said, Wang Chong simply stood outside the door and did not go far.

The oppressive feeling suddenly lessened, and Medea let out a long, silent sigh of relief. Her tense nerves relaxed instantly, and she almost collapsed to the ground with weak legs.

She was breathing heavily, her heart filled with mixed emotions. Shame and indignation were still the dominant feelings; Wang Chong's almost thuggish words had made her want to slap him.

Strangely, the undeniable concern wrapped in his tough demeanor was like a tiny vine, quietly wrapping around her heart, bringing a strange, almost infuriating sense of security.

What alarmed Medea even more was that when he said, "Call me if you need help," a faint, almost impulsive thought, one that she herself didn't want to delve into, actually crossed her mind.

Perhaps... perhaps it would be much easier if he helped me take off this cumbersome robe? After all, the internal injuries in my body are really too painful!

But in the end, she shook her head forcefully, trying to shake off these absurd thoughts. She admitted that she now had feelings for that man, but that didn't mean she could so easily give her body to him.

She... she, Medea, is not such a lowly woman.

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Chapter 544 Bathing (Part 2)

Composing herself, Medea tried to ignore the very noticeable shadow outside the door and refocused her gaze on the bathtub behind the screen.

The hot water exuded a warm, moist aroma, the steam rising enticingly. The desire to cleanse herself and rid herself of that unpleasant "smell" finally overcame her initial awkwardness. She tentatively reached out, her fingertips carefully touching the water's surface.

"Hiss..." The burning sensation at her fingertips made her gasp and abruptly pull her hand back. It seemed the water was still a bit too hot; she should have waited a little longer for it to be just right.

"What's wrong?" Almost immediately, Wang Chong's deep voice came clearly from outside the door, as if he had been listening intently to what was happening inside.

"N-nothing!" Medea hurriedly replied, so embarrassed that she wished she could immediately crawl into the bathtub.

"Really nothing?" Wang Chong asked, his voice tinged with doubt.

"It's just water... the water's still a little hot." Medea finally muttered to herself, her voice filled with deep frustration and defeat.

There was a moment of silence outside the door, followed by Wang Chong's calm voice: "Wait."

Medea blinked in confusion. Then, to her surprise, she saw several thin strands of light, shimmering with a dark red glow, appear out of thin air from the steam rising above the bathtub.

Then these dark reddish-black lights transformed into an icy blue glow, and at the same time, a faint, cool sensation filled the air.

The steam that had been rising violently in the bucket visibly subsided, and Medea even saw that some places had formed a layer of frost.

Medea carefully dipped her fingertips into the water again. The temperature was just right; it was a little hot but not unbearable, perfect for a bath.

"Was that...magic?"

A flicker of shock crossed Medea's purple eyes. He really did have a way to temporarily summon the sealed power, just as he had said.

It was obvious that the other party's understanding and control of power far exceeded her imagination, making her previous attempts to escape seem particularly ridiculous and presumptuous at this moment.

A complex emotion welled up in Medea's heart, a mixture of awe, resentment, and an inexplicable...curiosity. Just who was this man? How deep was his true power?

Setting aside her chaotic thoughts, Medea finally had the opportunity to begin dealing with the elaborate purple robe she was wearing.

With the help of his right hand, he could barely take off the wide outer robe, but the close-fitting, waist-cinching magic costume underneath was torture to undo the row of fine, hard clasps at the back with just one hand.

Because the injury was to her ribs, every time she forced her hand to stretch behind her back, it would pull on her ribs, causing a sharp, stabbing pain that made her gasp involuntarily.

She struggled to twist her arms, her right hand awkwardly twisted behind her back, her fingertips clumsily fumbling for the small clasps.

Fine beads of sweat quickly appeared on her forehead, mingling with the steam in the bathroom. The pain made her brow furrow, and her movements became increasingly slow and clumsy.

After struggling for several minutes, she could only barely unbutton the bottom two buttons, which were the easiest to undress. The rest seemed to be deliberately defying her, remaining completely still.

Sweat trickled down her temples, mixed with a strong sense of frustration and physical discomfort. Medea bit her lower lip, looking at her disheveled yet stubborn appearance, a huge wave of inexplicable grievance washing over her.

Why does she insist on enduring this torment? There are clearly people outside who can easily solve this problem.

Wang Chong's teasing "Need help?" seemed to echo in my ears again, but now it didn't sound like pure mockery.

A strong sense of self-esteem and a hidden, unyielding stubbornness are fiercely clashing with the reality of the situation.

Ultimately, the desire for cleanliness, the fear of the wound reopening, and the agonizing buckle managed to overcome the awkward shame and her insignificant sense of self-esteem.

“…Wang…Wang Chong…” Medea’s voice was as thin as a whisper, filled with embarrassment and reluctance, almost disappearing in her throat, so weak that even she doubted whether it could penetrate the door.

"Hmm?" The response was almost immediate, clear and steady, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

Medea's face instantly flushed crimson, like a boiled shrimp. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and as if using all her strength, spoke rapidly and indistinctly towards the crack in the door: "...buttons...the buttons on the back of my Mystic Code...I...can't undo them..."

Her voice trailed off, the last few words barely audible, tinged with deep shame. She immediately turned away from the door, burying her head and closing her eyes tightly, as if this would allow her to escape this utterly humiliating situation and hide herself away.

However, footsteps sounded, steady and powerful. The half-open door was pushed open completely, and Wang Chong reappeared in the bathroom. He didn't speak, but walked straight to her behind the screen.

Medea stood with her back to him, her body stiff as a stone, every nerve taut. She could clearly feel him approaching, and the invisible pressure from his tall figure enveloped her once more.

Wang Chong's aura drew near, carrying an indescribable, oppressive force. Yet, being enveloped by this aura strangely brought Medea a sense of security.

Medea could even feel the other person's burning gaze on her smooth back and those stubborn clasps, which made her unconsciously twist her body, trying to avoid the other person's burning gaze.

"Don't move." A deep voice sounded from behind, carrying an unquestionable command, yet strangely soothing her extremely tense nerves.

A pair of warm, well-defined hands, with a calmness and precision that was completely different from his usual playful attitude, gently touched the clasp on her back.

His movements were swift and decisive; his fingertips occasionally brushed against her sensitive skin, sending a slight shiver down her spine, but he did so with remarkable efficiency and skill as he unfastened the clasp.

Medea held her breath, all her senses focused on those nimble hands. She could clearly feel the subtle "click" of each clasp easily popping open under his fingertips.

The efficiency of the help actually relaxed her tense nerves a little, but her heart was still pounding uncontrollably and her cheeks were burning.

The clasps were quickly and neatly undone. The feeling of restraint vanished instantly, and the form-fitting magical costume loosened in a flash.

Medea instinctively crossed her arms to protect her chest, preventing her clothes from slipping down and causing even greater embarrassment.