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

However, her smooth, jade-like back extended all the way to her waist and hips, which would likely be completely exposed to the other party.

Thinking of this, Medea's face flushed crimson. She had, after all, had been seen in a way that was unsightly.

"Alright." Wang Chong's voice remained calm and even, revealing no emotion, as if he had simply accomplished a trivial task.

"Next...can I handle it myself?" he asked again, but this time his tone was no longer playful.

"Mmm!" Medea nodded quickly, her voice muffled as she squeezed it out of her throat, still not daring to turn around.

A soft rustling sound of clothes came from behind, followed by footsteps that gradually faded into the distance.

Medea waited stiffly for a while, until she was sure that Wang Chong had retreated to the door again, before she dared to turn her head slightly and glance at the crack in the door. Sure enough, the tall silhouette was facing away from her, quietly guarding outside the door.

A tremendous sense of relief overwhelmed her instantly. After letting out a long sigh, she dared to carefully remove the rest of her clothes.

When the cool air touched her skin, she couldn't help but shiver, but more than that, she felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.

She quickly and cautiously bypassed the screen, carefully and inch by inch immersing herself in the pleasantly warm water.

"Mmm..." Warmth instantly enveloped my whole body, and every pore seemed to open up, greedily absorbing this comfort.

The fatigue, tension, and that faint, lingering "smell" of the past few days seemed to be washed away by the warm water.

Medea let out a long, satisfied sigh, letting her weary body sink down, leaving only her head resting on the smooth rim of the wooden barrel. Her tense nerves reached a state of unprecedented relaxation at that moment.

Through the hazy mist and the screen painted with flowers and birds, she could clearly see a tall and imposing silhouette projected onto it, motionless.

That was Wang Chong, and he was indeed standing guard outside the door, true to his word. This realization stirred a subtle warmth in Medea's heart, enveloped in the warm water, before it was quickly overwhelmed by a more complex emotion.

Why has the other person suddenly become so obedient? Why isn't they bullying me like before?

Once this thought crossed Medea’s mind, she suddenly realized that she seemed to be quite inclined to be bullied by the other party.

Even though I felt incredibly ashamed and humiliated at the time... I still hopelessly came to like the feeling of being bullied...

She scooped up a handful of water, watching the glistening droplets slip through her fingers and drip back onto the surface. Her thoughts, like the swirling steam in the room, drifted aimlessly, tangled and confused.

Chapter 545 Bathing (Part 2)

Outside the door, Wang Chong leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. He listened to the faint sound of water coming from behind the screen, and to a barely audible sigh of utter exhaustion and a sense of relief.

Then, a subtle, enigmatic smile appeared on Wang Chong's lips, and a gleam of triumph flashed in his deep eyes.

The witch, who was usually either arrogant or constantly looking pitiful and crying, finally let down her guard and completely relaxed in the hot water, thanks to her careful planning.

From the very beginning, Wang Chong deliberately adopted a domineering stance, from pointing out her "scent" in the bedroom to forcibly picking her up and then pressing her closer in the bathroom... These actions were not just for simple teasing.

This was a meticulously planned experiment of taming and contrast guidance, much like patiently approaching a highly alert wildcat that was always ready to run away.

Wang Chong's first step was to establish a strong image, letting the other party know who could control her destiny. Once the time was right, he would then seriously consider her needs and get things done.

It's actually similar to giving someone a beating followed by a sweet treat; the goal is to tame the other person and make them completely dependent on him.

In order to make the faint flame of love that was forcibly ignited in her heart by the "shared destiny" burn more vigorously, it is necessary to add fuel to the fire at the right time and fan the flames so that it can eventually become a raging fire of love that makes her lose her mind.

Only the gentle lapping of water and the soft sounds of the girl bathing remained in the bathroom. The steam rose higher and higher, blurring the floral and bird patterns on the screen, and also obscuring the silent, complex, and ambiguous emotions that flowed between the two people inside and outside the door.

Medea was enveloped in warmth, temporarily forgetting the pain of her wounds and the disheveled state of the past few days. But the silent, powerful, and mysterious shadow guarding outside the door was etched even deeper into her consciousness, carrying an irresistible attraction and enigma.

Wang Chong, on the other hand, was like the most patient hunter, concealing his claws and enjoying the process of his prey testing the edge of the carefully set trap, struggling, and finally letting down its guard step by step.

He was waiting, waiting for the perfect moment. Waiting for a cry of pain that would allow him to go even further.

"Waaah!"

"Here he comes!" Wang Chong suddenly opened his eyes. He saw that Wang Chong was still leaning against the door frame in the same posture as before, but he deliberately lowered his voice and asked with a hint of impatience, "What is it now?"

His tone carried a deliberate indifference, as if he had anticipated the commotion behind the screen.

On the other side, Medea bit her lower lip so hard that it almost bled, and her face instantly lost all color, turning as pale as paper.

Just now, while washing the delicate skin on her back, she accidentally stretched her arm too far and aggravated her ribs.

The sharp pain shot through her body like lightning, catching her off guard and causing her to cry out in anguish, her whole body trembling slightly.

This time the pain was much more intense than before—perhaps due to the accumulated damage from the repeated pulling when undressing, which caused a slight displacement of the ribs when the ribs were pulled this time!

The sharp pain, like a dull knife cutting into flesh, lingered and refused to subside, causing Medea to curl up in the corner of the steamy bathtub, her breathing becoming rapid and broken.

Perhaps noticing that Medea hadn't responded for a long time, Wang Chong's voice came again, deep and decisive: "Hey? Why haven't you said anything? I'm coming in."

After responding to her, he pushed open the door without any hesitation, just as they had agreed: as long as Medea showed any unusual behavior, he could ignore her resistance.

The footsteps were light yet firm, breaking the tranquility of the bathroom.

Medea's heart tightened upon hearing this. She was about to speak to stop them, but her emotions were too turbulent, and her movements aggravated her internal injuries once again.

She could only manage a suppressed whimper before the excruciating pain choked her back. Helplessly, she curled up, the water rippling gently around her.

"I told you not to be reckless, now you're suffering, aren't you?" Wang Chong's voice was already close at hand, clearly he had already gone around the screen and stood behind the bathtub.

Now, he saw everything he should and shouldn't see. In the steam, the curves of the girl's bare back were faintly visible, and water droplets slid down her smooth skin, adding to her fragility.

His gaze swept back and forth, so much so that even without turning around, Medea could feel his burning gaze roaming over her.

"Eek!" Just as Medea was about to utter words of protest in shame and indignation, a pair of rough, large hands unexpectedly pressed down on her breasts.

The fingerprints rubbed against her fair and tender skin, bringing a strange tingling and burning sensation, instantly causing her to let out a sharp cry and her body to tense up instinctively.

Wang Chong applied precise force with his palm, skillfully repositioning the displaced ribs. His movements were swift and professional; a slight tug at his knuckles caused a sharp pain.

"Ugh—! Ha...ha...ha..." The pain almost made Medea's vision go black. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her toes involuntarily gripped the bottom of the tub, trying to distract herself from the excruciating torment.

Medea, no longer caring about any hint of frivolity, was solely focused on battling the surging tide of pain. We highly recommend this book: *The Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World*, available at http://www.tianywx.com/book/ddbcc.html. Sweat mingled with water droplets, sliding down Medea's forehead.

"Serves you right for being so stubborn. Now you're reaping the consequences, aren't you? You woman, you're the kind who won't turn back even when you've hit a brick wall. You only learn to restrain yourself after experiencing it firsthand."

As Wang Chong spoke, he began to gently massage along the ribcage with both hands, his fingertips applying just the right amount of pressure to knead the taut muscles:

"Let me make this clear beforehand, don't be suspicious and accuse me of being a pervert. I was only trying to help you relieve your pain because you were in so much agony. Don't take my kindness for granted. Otherwise, if you move again next time, I won't help you anymore!"

These words silenced all of Medea's thoughts of protest, and she couldn't help but curse this "lecher" in her heart.

His chest was being wantonly fondled, yet he acted as if he were doing him a favor. How could there be such a shameless person in the world!

Medea took a deep breath, and the stinging pain in her chest gradually dissipated under Wang Chong's unique massage technique, transforming into a warm comfort.

After the pain completely disappeared, even though Wang Chong's palms were still roaming over her sensitive areas, taking full advantage of her, she surprisingly did not rebuke him for his lewdness. Instead, she let his fingers run rampant on her chest. In the steamy atmosphere, her body's resistance gradually softened into tacit consent.

"Ha...ha...ha..." The gasps that had been suppressed with pain gradually softened, turning into soft panting with an unusual tremor. An indescribable emotion surged within her—a mixture of shame and a strange sense of pleasure.

"What...what's wrong with me? Why did I let this man bully me like this? The pain has gone away, even if I don't call him a pervert, I should at least shout at him to stop him, right?"

Medea's mind was in turmoil, half of her thoughts hoping he would continue massaging her like this.

"This is good..." "I like it..." "It feels so good..." Such thoughts raced through my mind, constantly assaulting my rational defenses.

She involuntarily squeezed her thighs together, her knees slightly close together, and her fingertips unconsciously gripped the edge of the tub, enjoying the tingling sensation brought by Wang Chong's fingertips repeatedly kneading her chest. The gentle waves of water enveloped her, seemingly fueling this unspeakable flutter.

Just as Medea was basking in this unexpected tranquility, thinking that this feeling would last, a deep voice broke the harmony:

"Alright, your pain should have subsided by now."

Before she could finish speaking, his large hands decisively left her chest. It was as if he had truly only come to heal her wounds, and once his mission was complete, he left without a second thought.

This abrupt departure, however, left Medea with a profound sense of emptiness, as if something was missing.

Subconsciously, Medea almost reached out to stop her, but her remaining rationality ultimately prevailed over her impulse.

Medea blushed shyly, involuntarily curling her knees tighter, burying half her face deep in the warm water, bubbles rising and falling, trying to completely drown those embarrassing thoughts under the swaying surface of the water.

Medea's subtle movements did not escape Wang Chong's sharp eyes. He quietly observed her every move, thoroughly understanding her thoughts.

The entire rhythm, from resistance to dependence, has fallen into his control.

"Then, Medea, I'll ask one last time."

Wang Chong moved closer to the back of her head, his warm breath brushing against her damp earlobe, his deep voice carrying a suggestive allure:

"Do you really not need someone to help you take a bath right now? Think it over carefully. Do you want to go through the pain of another rib displacement, or do you want to comfortably enjoy this bath?"

Medea was completely swayed. Whether it was the fear of reliving that tearing pain, or Wang Chong's promise of "comfort and comfort," combined with the intoxicating comfort of the massage just now, all of this made her start to seriously consider the proposal.

"Stay...stay..." The voice was so faint it was almost drowned out by the sound of the water, barely audible.

Therefore, Wang Chong pretended not to hear and raised his eyebrows to ask, "What did you say? I can't hear you."

Under this relentless questioning, Medea almost trembled as she made her decision: "I...I need your help...help me. So, stay...stay."

She used almost all her strength to make this decision.

"Hehe, you chose this yourself." After Wang Chong left these words, an eerie silence instantly fell around him.

However, before Medea could utter her refusal, her attention was interrupted by an even stronger sense of unease.

She used almost all her strength to make this decision.

"Hehe, you chose this yourself." After Wang Chong left these words, an eerie silence instantly fell around him.

Instead of the warm hand that she had expected reaching out again, there was only silence rising from behind the screen, making Medea wonder if Wang Chong was still standing behind her.

This thought stirred a sense of unease and a faint glimmer of expectation within her.

However, the truth always comes unexpectedly—

"thump!"

A sudden splash of water rang out! Before Medea could react, Wang Chong had already stripped off all his clothes and slid his muscular body into the narrow bathtub.

The hot water instantly submerged him, splashing everywhere and creating even larger ripples.

Chapter 546 Bathing Together (Part 1)

"Hey! You... how did you get in here!"

Medea gasped in surprise, her body tensing instantly. She never expected Wang Chong to be so bold as to step directly into the narrow bathtub.

The warm water rippled violently due to Wang Chong's intrusion, splashing water onto the rim of the bucket.

"Didn't you want me to help you bathe?" Wang Chong said calmly, even leaning closer, creating ripples in the water. "How can I reach your lower body from outside? Of course, I have to come inside to get to you~"

This shameless reply made his lewd intentions crystal clear. Medea blushed crimson, like a ripe peach, and hurriedly covered her ample bosom with her arms, instinctively curling up to hide more of herself in the water.

Medea did not resist fiercely, but bit her lip, her voice barely audible, trembling with a hint of grievance: "Liar...you just...you just bully me..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Chong chuckled. Instead of retreating, he suddenly lunged forward. Amid Medea's short, gasping gasps, his strong arms wrapped around her slender, supple waist, pulling her into his embrace.

"ah--!"

In an instant, the two were pressed tightly together without any obstruction.

Unlike before when they slept together in the same bed and were covered by clothes, now they were completely naked, Medea's full and soft breasts pressing against his firm and strong chest and abdominal muscles without any gap.

Those powerful and resilient lines, radiating intense heat through the delicate skin pressed against her, made Medea feel as if her entire body was on fire.

Especially when he was held tightly, the fullness of her chest and the intense friction and compression of his upper abdominal muscles sent an indescribable tingling current rushing up his spine and straight to the top of his head.

Shame and indignation intertwined with helplessness. She was clearly being humiliated and abused... but why... why did her heart tremble and her limbs go weak, and why did she not even have the strength to struggle or resist?

Medea felt that her body had completely betrayed her will, and even craved this burning embrace.

“Yes, I love to tease you…” Wang Chong lowered his head, his hot breath spraying onto her sensitive neck, and the arms around her waist suddenly tightened, pressing her even deeper into himself.

His other large hand had already brazenly covered her full, round buttocks, kneading and playing with them with unquestionable control, feeling their amazing softness and elasticity.

"Every time I see you looking so embarrassed and helpless, it makes my heart itch with desire."

"Ugh..." The strange sensation of her buttocks being forcefully kneaded and squeezed made Medea tremble all over. She could only let out broken sobs. Her body involuntarily twisted slightly under his palm, but it was more like a reluctant acceptance.

"Looks like you enjoy being bullied by me like this, huh?"

Wang Chong's whisper carried a deadly allure; his warm breath penetrated Medea's sensitive elven ear, triggering a subtle spasm in her body.

"Admit it, Medea...deep down, you've longed to be possessed and toyed with like this by me, haven't you?" Wang Chong's voice was like the whisper of a demon tempting people to commit crimes.

"No...no, that's not it!" Medea tried to retort sharply, but her words came out weak and feeble, with a coquettish tremor at the end, more like a lover's reproach, "You...you bad guy...how could I..."

"Oh? Has anyone ever told you..." Wang Chong's lips almost touched her burning earlobe, his voice deep and rich like fine wine, "The way you look right now, with your face flushed and your eyes brimming with tears, is simply... intoxicatingly alluring..."

Before he finished speaking, his lips gently enveloped the delicate, elfin earlobe, and he licked it swiftly with the tip of his tongue.

"Alas--!"

Medea was struck as if by lightning. Her whole body trembled violently, as if all the bones in her body had been pulled away in an instant. Her legs could no longer support her, and her whole body went limp like melting spring snow.

If it weren't for Wang Chong's arm supporting her like an iron hoop, she would have already slipped into the water and been coughing incessantly.

Even so, she could only lie helplessly on his broad chest, her cherry lips slightly parted, panting heavily, her chest heaving violently, as if she had just experienced a deadly climb, the throbbing stimulation almost suffocating her.