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

"Alright, considering you really put in a lot of effort and performed reasonably well, it's my turn to show off my skills now." Wang Chong seemed satisfied with Annie's attitude of admitting her mistake, and his tone softened.

Chapter 586 Annie's Education Completed (Part 1)

"Hi, I'm coming in~"

A light greeting followed by a knock on the door rang out, and Circe, a sly smile on her face, pushed open the door and entered Medea's room. Her movements were light and graceful, with her usual playful charm.

"Just as I expected, our energetic Master isn't here with you tonight."

Circe's gaze swept quickly around the room, and after confirming his guess, he turned to Medea, his tone tinged with relief.

"That was close! If I had disturbed that 'Superman' Master's mood late at night, my little body wouldn't have been able to withstand his antics." Circe deliberately dragged out the word "Superman," with a teasing tone.

Medea was clearly preparing for bed when she saw her uninvited aunt visiting again, and a helpless expression appeared on her face.

She sighed softly, "Don't you have anything to do yourself, Aunt? Why do you have to bother me?"

"Oh, I was just worried about you!"

Circe walked over to a chair and sat down casually, crossing his legs. He picked up a bunch of glistening grapes from the fruit bowl on the table, popped one into his mouth, and mumbled something indistinctly:

"I'm just worried that my precious niece will have a hard time sleeping alone at night, with no one to love or care for her. As her aunt, I have no choice but to sacrifice some of my time to keep you company and help you relax." Her words were full of exaggerated concern.

"Heh... Concerned about me?" Medea's lips curled into a knowing smile, her sharp gaze fixed on Circe. "I bet it's those explosive news you heard tonight that you can't process on your own, that's why you came to me to confide in me, right?"

Medea immediately saw through the other party's purpose.

"Hehe, you caught me." Circe admitted it without any attempt to hide it, then ate another grape, her eyes becoming serious. "After all, what I heard tonight were all earth-shattering secrets about our Master... It's hard not to care..."

She paused, her tone tinged with a mixture of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion) and 得意 (déyì, a sense of pride):

"I never expected that, by some twist of fate, I would end up clinging to such a powerful ally... Well, one of the Masters from the future, burdened with the responsibility of saving the world, and whose strength is far more unfathomable than we imagined, even beings like the God-King have to treat him with utmost caution..."

Then, Circe changed the subject, looking at Medea with a hint of mockery:

"Speaking of which, you're really too bold, girl. You actually dared to use that kind of sealing array to restrict his power... Judging from his original intention, he just wanted to come here for a vacation and relax? Then you completely ruined his fun. No wonder he's always so harsh on you."

Medea gently shook her head, her expression calm: "What Mr. Wang Chong said today may not all be true. As for his harshness towards me..."

She paused, her tone carrying a hint of nonchalant indifference: "That's already part of our daily routine, why bring it up again?"

“That’s true, but Medea…”

Circe put down the grapes, leaned forward slightly, and spoke with a hint of admonition:

"You still need to think carefully about how to protect yourself. This is just a singularity event after all, and you are just a Servant who was summoned here. There is no need to get yourself so deeply involved and gamble everything."

She looked into her niece's eyes and said slowly, "If you just face reality and surrender willingly, handing over the Holy Grail generated by this singularity, wouldn't that settle things? Why keep making trouble for yourself? Don't you think that makes sense?"

After saying this, Circe fell silent, picked up the grapes again, and slowly began to savor them, her eyes scrutinizing as she quietly awaited Medea's reaction.

……

Meanwhile, the story of Annie and Wang Chong is about to enter its formal phase.

"Go, lie down properly." Wang Chong pointed to the bed and gave a clear instruction, "Remember to put a pillow under your bottom."

Annie immediately understood what was about to happen, and the blush that had just faded from her face instantly burned even brighter.

She nodded shyly, her heart pounding in her chest, but she did as she was told.

Then, Annie shifted her body and lay down, awkwardly tucking the pillow under her waist and hips. This position made her feel even more shy and embarrassed, yet also filled with a secret anticipation.

And so, Annie lay flat on her back, breathing slightly, waiting for Wang Chong's next move.

Seeing that Annie had obediently assumed the position, Wang Chong no longer hesitated and swiftly removed the rest of his clothes.

He walked between Anne's spread legs, his gaze unabashedly fixed on her voluptuous body. That exposed secret place was now laid bare before him.

"You do have a great figure..." Wang Chong's deep voice rang out, tinged with appreciation, "She's my type."

As Wang Chong spoke, he reached out his hands and, with an exploratory air, began to gently stroke Annie's skin.

His hands were warm and strong, starting from her rounded shoulders, sliding down her undulating curves, across her soft waist, and finally resting on the inside of her plump thighs, feeling the elastic flesh.

Under Wang Chong's skillful soothing, Annie's body trembled slightly involuntarily, and soft, sweet moans escaped her throat. Her body gradually relaxed, and she began to honestly respond to his touch.

However, she couldn't take her gaze off that towering, enormous structure, and a sense of tension gripped her once more.

With such an astonishing size, can I really handle it?

Wang Chong took a deep breath, seemingly adjusting his own state. He didn't rush things, but instead used his fingers as a substitute, beginning a patient exploration.

His fingertips deftly traced circles around the perimeter of Anne's secret place, creating a subtle, tingling sensation as he carefully observed every reaction of her body.

Under this continuous, subtle teasing, Annie's skin seemed to be awakened, her pores opened slightly, and fine beads of sweat seeped out, shimmering faintly in the dim light.

Her breathing became deeper and more rapid, and her body involuntarily moved slightly in response to his fingers.

Wang Chong had finished exploring the outer perimeter and felt that Annie's body was sufficiently moist, so he moved on to explore deeper.

His fingers, with an undeniable presence, slowly probed into the warm passage. He patiently measured the width and depth inside, feeling the humidity emanating from the surrounding space.

With the warmth of friction, the fingertips meticulously scraped every inch of the inner wall of the passage, skillfully exploring deeper and deeper.

He paused slightly just before his fingertips touched the elastic, cushion-like object deep inside, then began to gently press and dig into the surrounding area.

Under Wang Chong's skillful and adept handling, Annie's physical reactions grew stronger and stronger, as if she had been ignited.

Her thighs unconsciously opened wider, her muscles, which had been tense with nervousness, completely relaxed, and she fell into a state of both anticipation and impatience. The soft sounds of water and suppressed moans intertwined in the small space.

Wang Chong keenly noticed the changes in Annie's body—the tight passage had become soft and moist enough, and her mind and body had relaxed to a suitable state.

He then slowly withdrew his finger, leaving a glistening mark. He then adjusted his posture, pressing his already pent-up, iron-hard source of desire against the entrance to that wide-open, spring-like paradise.

The scorching touch made Annie hold her breath instantly, her chest heaving violently. She involuntarily widened her eyes, her gaze fixed on the colossal object that was about to lead her into the unknown, a complex mix of fear and longing.

Wang Chong adjusted his position and slowly inserted his scalding erection into the already moist and blooming entrance.

Annie held her breath, her body trembling slightly from the unknown tension and intense anticipation, her hands unconsciously gripping the sheets beneath her.

Feeling the astonishing size and heat at the entrance, she instinctively wanted to back away, but Wang Chong gently but firmly held her waist.

"Relax, leave it to me." Wang Chong's deep voice carried an undeniable power, yet also a hint of reassurance.

Annie nodded, took a deep breath, and handed everything over to Wang Chong.

As he moved forward steadily and slowly, an unprecedented feeling of fullness and tearing pain instantly gripped Annie.

"Whoa!!! Hiss—"

She bit her lower lip, letting out a suppressed groan, and tears welled in the corners of her eyes. She could clearly feel that layer of resilience, symbolizing her girlhood, being firmly breached.

A touch of bright red, like a newly opened rose petal, silently dripped onto the pristine white pillowcase beneath her buttocks, spreading into a small, poignant flower. This mark silently proclaimed the end of one phase and the beginning of a completely new experience.

Wang Chong paused for a moment, giving Annie time to adjust. He leaned down and sealed her slightly parted lips with a burning kiss, sucking away her tears. His hands gently roamed over her sensitive areas, trying to ease her pain.

"How are you feeling? It doesn't hurt as much anymore, does it?" Wang Chong asked gently.

Anne nodded and slowly began to calm herself down.

Once her rapid breathing had calmed down a bit, and her tight interior had begun to soften and adapt due to his presence and caresses, even secreting more slippery fluids, he began to move again.

The initial rhythm was slow and deep, each step forward carrying the force of conquering new territory, ensuring that she could fully accept him completely.

As Annie's body adapted and responded passionately, Wang Chong gradually increased the pace. The thrusts became powerful and rhythmic, each penetration precisely grinding against the most sensitive spot of her soft flesh.

Anne's sobs had long since transformed from pain into sweet, unbearable moans.

Chapter 587 Annie's Education Completed (Part 2)

After listening to her aunt's heartfelt words, Medea did not answer immediately. Instead, she carefully looked Circe up and down, her eyes filled with inquiry.

Suddenly, a meaningful smile appeared on her lips, and she posed a seemingly unrelated question: "Aunt, you wouldn't... actually be thinking about becoming a bird in a gilded cage, would you?"

Circe's fingers, which were about to put a grape into his mouth, suddenly stopped in mid-air because of this unexpected question that was completely off-topic.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment. But she quickly regained her composure, casually popping a grape into her mouth, chewing it a few times, before replying in a flat, emotionless tone:

"Didn't I tell you long ago that my goal is to pursue this Master and firmly grasp this reliable ally? Why are you spouting such useless nonsense?"

Medea gave a soft snort, her gaze piercing as if it could penetrate one's heart: "No, that's different."

"The reason you did those things before, besides genuinely wanting to control that man, was mostly... targeting me." Medea raised her hand to stop Circe, who was about to explain. "Hmph, don't rush to deny it. Let me finish."

Medea slightly raised her chin, with an air of knowing wisdom, and continued:

"And now? After learning more and more about this man's powerful background and terrifying strength, are you sure you still have the confidence and ability to 'control' him?"

"Stop deceiving yourself, Aunt...deep down, you've actually developed a desire to cling to and depend on him, am I right?"

“Climbing the social ladder…” Circe chewed on the word, his brows furrowing, a flash of offended anger crossing his eyes.

She raised her hand to rub her temples and said in an unfriendly tone, "You girl, your words are really harsh and infuriating."

"Annoyed?" Medea not only didn't back down, but took a step closer, her face even more mocking. "Perhaps there are words that annoy you even more... Aunt, since when did an old bull like you start fantasizing about eating young grass?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a knife.

"Medea! You're asking for it!"

With a sharp "bang," Circe's anger was instantly ignited. A flash of magical light appeared in his hand, and he gripped his signature wand tightly.

She stood up abruptly, the tip of her wand flashing with a dangerous light, and with a sharp whistling sound, aimed straight for Medea's throat!

However, Medea remained unmoved in the face of this sudden attack, even displaying a disdainful sneer on her face, as if she was certain that the sharp tip could never truly touch her.

Sure enough, the tip of the wand stopped abruptly just a finger's width away from Medea's fair neck, as if it had hit an invisible wall.

Medea stared coldly at the wand so close to her and her aunt's face, which was slightly distorted with anger. Her voice was icy and chilling: "What's wrong? Why aren't you doing it? Do it."

Circe didn't speak, but her hand, gripping her wand, trembled slightly uncontrollably. The trembling was unclear, whether from extreme anger or from some insurmountable fear deep within her.

"It seems... you've finally come to understand the subtle relationship between Mr. Wang Chong and me."

Medea spoke slowly, her body not retreating but leaning forward slightly, almost touching the cold tip of the staff. Her voice was deep and imposing:

"No matter how harshly he criticizes me, no matter how much he tries to make me suffer, hurt me, or humiliate me..."

She declared clearly, word by word: "But before he is completely satisfied and completely bored, most people have no right to go beyond him and hurt me in the slightest! He will not allow just anyone to dare to covet or share his prey!"

Medea's gaze, as cold as ice, locked onto Circe, and she said, "At least, you—Circe—are not qualified yet."

Upon hearing Madia's resolute declaration, Circe let out a suppressed click of her tongue. It was as if a sore spot had been struck, or as if she had been forced to acknowledge a cruel reality.

Finally, Circe flicked her wrist, and the wand vanished instantly. The anger on her face faded, replaced by a cold, scrutinizing, and complex calm.

"Ah……"

Medea seemed to have anticipated this outcome. She ignored Circe's expression, turned away, and spoke with a weary yet relieved irony:

"So you see, our family really does share similar bloodlines... whether it's this absolutely terrible stubbornness or this superb... acting skills."

Medea paused, her voice devoid of emotion: "Alright, Aunt, consider this... a small revenge for always holding a grudge against me. Now, you've finally tasted the bitterness of being hit where it hurts. I hope... you'll behave yourself from now on."

"Hmph!" A cold snort, filled with anger, frustration, and complex emotions, escaped Circe's nostrils. Without another word, she turned abruptly, exuding a chilling aura, and left Medea's room without looking back, the door slamming shut behind her.

Tonight, she came as a mediator with mixed feelings. She hoped that Medea could see the situation clearly, voluntarily hand over the Holy Grail that maintains the singularity, and end all of this as soon as possible.

Because she knew better than anyone else that with the terrifying strength Wang Chong had displayed, enough to make even the God King take notice, if he were to truly seek revenge and settle scores with Medea for her "great disrespect" in daring to seal his power, the consequences Medea would face would be far greater than her current "captive" treatment.

Medea is now outwardly a prisoner who has lost her magic, seemingly harmless. But Circe remains suspicious—the singularity did not dissipate because of Medea's capture, which in itself speaks volumes.

This stubborn niece must still be plotting something in secret, especially using that singularity Grail to her advantage. She knows Medea too well; beneath that seemingly gentle and calm exterior, there always lurks unseen schemes and obsessions.

However, Circe didn't have a high opinion of Medea's plan. She didn't believe Medea was capable of confronting, or even "defeating," an existence of Wang Chong's caliber. After all, her niece... was far from being able to "slay a god."

Unfortunately, her "good intentions" tonight, mixed with worry and calculation, were ultimately misunderstood, resulting in an unpleasant ending. Inside the room, only Medea remained, staring at the closed door with unfathomable eyes.

……

On the other side, in the cramped room, only the ambiguous sounds of flesh slapping, heavy breathing, and the woman's soft moans of pleasure mingled together, making the air seem thick and hot.

Annie's fair skin flushed an alluring red, glistening with fragrant sweat. Her body involuntarily rose and fell in response to his movements, her waist swaying as she sought a closer fit and more intense stimulation.

Pleasure surged like a tidal wave, one wave higher than the next, pushing the two to the peak of sensuality. Each thrust from Wang Chong was like a heavy hammer, striking the taut string deep within Annie's soul.

Anne felt like a small boat tossed about in a stormy sea, her consciousness blurring and drifting away in the exhilaration of reaching the summit.

"Ah...no...slower...slower...oh!..."

She clung tightly to Wang Chong's broad back, her nails almost digging into his flesh, a high-pitched, almost weeping moan escaping her throat, her body trembling violently, her insides convulsing and sucking wildly.

Just as Annie was being sent to the peak of ecstasy, her soul seemingly exploding into dazzling stardust, Wang Chong also felt that deadly tight grip and suction.

He let out a low growl, his waist suddenly sinking, pouring his scorching life essence into the deepest part of her body without reservation.

The scalding torrent surged through her sensitive chambers, making her already intense peak experience even more prolonged, as if her very soul was resonating and melting with it.