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

"Heh, how ironic. At the very beginning, I wanted nothing more than to possess Your Highness and lock you away in a place where only I could see you..."

"But now, just being held by you like this, feeling your warmth, Aige's heart... is already filled with immense happiness, and there is no room for anything else."

Sajou Aika slowly closed her eyes, which were as blue as the sky, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows on her fair skin.

But the corners of her lips curved into an incredibly happy and content smile, a smile so radiant it could move Wang to tears.

“Every day since I met His Highness the Prince… I have cherished it like a treasure.”

"Thank you... for making me realize that pursuing happiness is such a simple thing."

At this moment, Aika Sajou's voice was as soft as a feather, conveying the most sincere gratitude as she spoke to the person she loved before her.

Looking at the lovely girl in front of him, who was thanking him with a smile as pure as a newly blossoming flower, he felt the heavy, unreserved love and satisfaction in her words.

At this moment, the last bit of restraint in Wang Chong's heart completely collapsed, and a surge of pity and tenderness instantly overwhelmed him.

Without further hesitation, he tightened his arms and pulled Aika Sajou's slender and soft body into his embrace even more deeply and tightly.

The girl seemed startled by the sudden, possessive hug, letting out a whimper similar to a cat's satisfied purr when being petted, tinged with a touch of coquettishness and deep affection.

Her arms immediately climbed onto Wang Chong's broad back, responding with all her might, as if she wanted to completely merge herself into his bones and blood.

“Aige…” Wang Chong lowered his head and kissed the top of her fragrant hair, calling her name in a deep and affectionate voice.

“Yes, Your Highness, I am here…” Upon hearing this, Aika Sajou immediately raised her head. In her newly opened blue eyes, Wang Chong’s face was clearly reflected, filled with complete trust and love, like the clearest lake water.

Their eyes met, and their feelings surged like a tidal wave. Wang Chong said nothing more, but gazed deeply at her. Then, he slowly lowered his head and, with utmost care and affection, kissed Sajo Aika's soft and sweet lips, which were as delicate as flower petals.

The moment Wang Chong kissed her, Aika Sajou's body trembled slightly, unable to suppress it. But soon, she obediently and completely closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

She stopped thinking, stopped being nervous, and simply threw herself wholeheartedly into this belated, deeply affectionate kiss. All words, all thoughts, were transformed into the most tender exchange between their lips.

Chapter 592 The Pursuit of Happiness is So Simple (Part 2) (Revised)

The moon hung high and still, its gentle light bathing the deck, and the previous clamor had gradually subsided. The pirates rose from the gambling tables one by one, gathering their coins and belongings, and dispersed in twos and threes.

"Hehe, come again next time! I'll definitely come again!"

Orion grinned and waved to his departing gamblers. He was on a winning streak tonight; the pile of gold coins in front of him was even taller than him. He hummed a little tune as he carefully stacked the coins, his eyes gleaming with undisguised smugness.

"Darling, is it finally over?"

A plaintive voice came from the side. Orion turned his head and saw Artemis leaning against the ship's railing, having waited for an unknown amount of time.

Artemis frowned slightly, her gaze falling on the pile of glittering gold coins, her tone tinged with confusion and resentment:

“I really don’t understand, what’s the point of you betting these gold coins? This world doesn’t even have a decent country besides the sea and islands, so this money can’t buy anything good. Besides, you can’t take them to another world.”

Artemis, always astute, had long seen through the limitations of these gold coins in this place—they could neither be exchanged for precious treasures nor taken away from this sea; they were merely worthless metals.

"You just don't understand," Orion scoffed, as if he thought she was being naive. "Even if we can't buy luxury goods now, we can at least get a few more glasses of fine wine and a few more meals, right?"

As he spoke, Orion suddenly puffed out his chest, his voice brimming with pride: "And on this ship, whoever has the most money is respected. I'm the richest man on the ship now, haven't you seen how polite those pirates are to me?"

"So what if you're the richest? No matter how high your status is, is it higher than the other Servants on the ship?" Artemis retorted irritably. "Besides, you're already a Servant, and your status is already above these pirates. What need do you have to be the richest person?"

“Uh…that seems to be true.” Orion was taken aback and blinked.

“So, Darling is just like a child, doing all sorts of meaningless things…” Artemis shook her head and sighed resentfully, “Leaving such a lovely lover aside all night… No matter how you look at it, you were being silly tonight.”

"Well..." Orion glanced at her furtively and muttered to himself, "Just being able to have a quiet night without being bothered by you is worth it."

"What did you say? Darling, are you disgusted with me?!" Artemis had extremely sharp ears, and upon hearing this, she immediately reached out and grabbed Orion, skillfully kneading his face.

"Waaaah... That's why I want to avoid you!" Orion cried out in pain while protesting incoherently.

"I don't care, but you're not allowed to gamble anymore." Artemis loosened her grip slightly, but her expression became serious. "I always felt that the way those people looked at you was strange... It wasn't respect at all, it was like they were staring at prey. I am the goddess of the hunt, I'm all too familiar with that kind of look."

"Oh, that's how gambling is. Everyone sees the other as prey, it's normal." Orion waved his hand dismissively. "As long as I keep winning, that's all that matters. With my gambling skills, how could they possibly be my match?"

"Do as you please! Go ahead and gamble! Don't come crying to me when you've lost everything!" Artemis was so angry that she threw him onto the deck and turned to walk toward the cabin, her footsteps filled with rage.

"Ouch, what a temper..." Orion rubbed his sore bottom and muttered as he got up. He hopped and skipped to the huge bag of gold coins, struggled to put it on his shoulder, and slowly made his way to his room.

……

Meanwhile, in Aika Sajou's room.

The long, passionate kiss finally ended, and the two reluctantly parted, a barely perceptible silver thread breaking quietly in the dim light.

Wang Chong's deep gaze fell on the person in his arms. Ai Ge's cheeks were flushed with a beautiful blush, and her azure eyes were shimmering with a hint of dreaminess.

His deep voice rang out, both a question and an undeniable declaration: "Let's begin, Aigo."

"Mmm...okay..." Sajou Aika's voice was weak and indistinct, with a heavy nasal tone, as if it contained endless expectation and gentleness.

She gently closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly like the wings of a startled butterfly, surrendering herself completely to the beloved before her.

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Wang Chong's palms, warmed by emotion, gave Ai Ge a sense of comfort and reassurance.

Wang Chong gently untied the back of Ai Ge's exquisite blue dress. The silky fabric slid down silently like receding tides, eventually settling at her slender waist.

The candlelight in the room began to flicker as the two people moved, adding a hazy glow to the room.

Then, Wang Chong's kiss landed again, no longer a fierce entanglement between lips and teeth, but as gentle as a feather brushing across her forehead and eyelids, then meandering down her burning cheeks, finally stopping at the slightly undulating hollow of her neck.

His warm breath sprayed onto my sensitive skin, and my tongue deftly felt the rapid throbbing below my carotid artery.

"Ugh..." Sajou Aika let out a soft moan of unbearable pleasure, her body tensing and relaxing sensitively under his lips and tongue. The kiss carried a burning heat, as if igniting an invisible fuse that spread downwards.

When those warm lips finally touched those high peaks, Aigo gasped sharply, her body arching backward uncontrollably, welcoming that warmth even more thoroughly.

At this moment, Wang Chong was focused on giving her profound comfort, his movements displaying a heart-stirring patience and skill. His other hand covered the other side, and at this moment, Wang Chong transformed into a master pastry chef, grasping the dough with one hand and beginning his advanced kneading technique.

Each move is both methodical and leaves the viewer with endless room for imagination.

Aige clearly felt a strong warm current flowing from the place where she was repeatedly loved into the most secret place in her body, awakening a deeper and more primal desire, making her almost lose her mind.

After gently caressing Ai Ge's upper body for a while, Wang Chong's lips and tongue reluctantly left, and then began kissing his way down her body.

His movements were devout and slow; each touch of his lips, each light touch of his tongue, stirred a subtle ripple in Aigo's body.

Finally, his warm breath sprayed unreservedly onto the spotless valley between her legs, a place that had never been exposed to anyone before.

Feeling the approaching scorching heat, Sajō Aika almost frantically pressed her legs together, whispering with extreme embarrassment:

"No... Your Highness! That place... is too unclean... it will defile you..."

"Shh..." Wang Chong made a shushing gesture with one finger, his deep eyes filled with tenderness and unwavering determination. "There is no place that is tainted or unclean. In my eyes, everything about you, Ai Ge, is a treasure that I long to cherish."

Before he could finish speaking, he parted her trembling legs without giving her a chance to refuse, lowered his head, and reverently placed a kiss on the mound that symbolized purity and innocence.

"Ah—!" As if struck by lightning, Ayaka Sajou let out a short, sharp gasp.

……

In the next room, Medea was alone. She turned off the other lights, leaving only a small lamp casting a dim, yellowish glow that barely illuminated a corner of the bed.

She took off her outer clothes, changed into a light nightgown, lifted the covers and lay down. The soft fabric wrapped around her body, bringing a sense of comfort.

However, this tranquility was soon shattered by an indescribable sense of emptiness. She couldn't help but sigh softly, her voice ringing out clearly in the quiet room.

The reason for this sigh was, of course, that Wang Chong still hadn't stepped into her room that day.

"Just a few days ago, I was scared because of what happened in the shower, and I even rejected him... But now, I so desperately want him to come, even if... even if he bullies me like before..."

Medea buried half her face in the pillow, her voice muffled and self-deprecating: "Am I really... completely beyond saving?"

She forced herself to close her eyes, trying to banish those chaotic and disturbing thoughts. At that moment, she only hoped to drift off to sleep as soon as possible, so as to temporarily forget this troubling longing and loss.

“……a……ah……”

Just as Medea's consciousness was about to drift into a hazy state, a faint, yet strangely trembling moan, like a pebble thrown into a lake, instantly broke the silence of the room and startled her awake.

"Huh?" Medea's eyes snapped open, her heart skipping a beat. She held her breath, straining to hear in the darkness. "Whose voice is that...?"

Chapter 593 The Pursuit of Happiness is So Simple (Part 2) (Revised)

The cold sea breeze, carrying a salty smell, swept across the deck of the Agor.

Hector was soaking wet, seawater dripping down his strong muscles and forming a small puddle at his feet.

His brother Paris was already waiting by his side, his face full of concern, and quickly handed him a dry, thick piece of cloth.

“Welcome back, brother.” Paris’s voice carried a hint of relief.

“Thanks, Paris,” Hector replied in a low voice as he took the cloth.

He first vigorously wiped his face and hair, which were chilled by the seawater, with a cloth, then raised his other hand and, with the doting affection of an older brother, ruffled Paris's head, which was also ruffled by the sea breeze.

At this moment, Chiron, Caenis, Theseus, and the twin brothers Castor and Pollux also came forward.

Hector's gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on Chiron. He continued wiping his body as he asked directly, his tone revealing obvious confusion and a hint of barely perceptible weariness:

"So, what exactly happened? Why was the Agor constantly reversing? And why has it stopped now?"

Upon hearing this, Katniss immediately let out a disdainful snort. She crossed her arms and glanced with disgust toward the cabin, as if she could see through the wooden planks to the person inside.

“What else could it be? The order to retreat was always given by that coward Jason! He was terrified of Medea's revenge, scared to death, like a frightened rabbit, constantly ordering the Agor to retreat, it was endless. He never even considered letting you get back on the ship,”

Her voice suddenly rose, filled with contempt: "He just wants to work you to death and drown you in this damned sea!"

Theseus nodded, a look of helplessness on his face, and patted Paris on the shoulder, adding:

“That was quite an outrageous order. Paris was frantic, his face turned ashen, and he kept begging Jason until his voice was almost hoarse. Until recently, perhaps because he was tired, he reluctantly relented and stopped the ship here, as if it were a favor.”

"Sigh..." Hector sighed deeply. Unexpectedly, he did not erupt in thunderous rage as everyone had anticipated.

Jason's reaction was not unexpected by Hector, though a deep doubt still lingered in his eyes.

He shook the water droplets from his hair and continued to press, "Work me to death? What does he mean by that? What is he afraid of me for?"

The centaur sage Chiron slowly stepped forward, a shadow of gloom now shrouding his wise and gentle face. He shook his head, his voice steady yet tinged with heaviness:

"Because he was afraid. He was afraid that you carried the curse placed on you by Medea. He worried that once you came into contact with the ship, especially with him, the curse would transfer and cause him a painful death."

Chiron paused, his gaze sweeping over each of the heroes present:

"It can only be said that Medea's reappearance, with its ominous signs of revenge, completely shattered Jason's psychological defenses, leaving him once again trapped in the shadow and fear left by Medea's betrayal, from which he could not extricate himself."

“What a worthless fellow…” Hector muttered, his tone filled with disappointment rather than anger.

He put his hands on his hips, looked up at the gloomy sky, as if trying to exhale the frustration in his chest.

"I'm too lazy to deal with this guy's mess anymore. Anyway, Jason has never been our true master. The only reason he can still influence us with orders is because of the restraining orders Medea gave him and because he temporarily controls the helm of the Agor."

Having said that, Hector lowered his hands from his waist, his gaze sharpening as he scanned his companions, and said:

"To put it another way, if Medea is truly determined to take Jason's life, he won't escape even if he runs to the ends of the earth. So, don't waste any more time on him."

"Now, let's talk about the more pressing matter at hand—what's your opinion on Medea? What is she trying to do by suddenly appearing and stirring up trouble? What is her true purpose?"

……

While Hector and the others were worried about Medea's purpose, Medea herself was still somewhat shaken.

Inside the room, Medea was awakened by strange noises and unable to fall back asleep.

The sound was indistinct, as if veiled. She first looked around her room warily. The room was empty except for herself, with only the faint crackling of the burning lamp wick.

After confirming that the sound wasn't coming from inside, her gaze involuntarily fell on the wall next to the bed. Next door... was Ayaka Sajou's room.

Medea rolled over, carefully approaching the cold wall and pressing her ear against it. This time, the sound was clearer:

"Ah...ah~! No..."

That was definitely Aika Sajou's voice! But her tone... was completely unlike her usual cool or naive voice; instead, it was filled with a kind of indescribable feeling, as if she were enduring something while also enjoying it.

Medea's heart skipped a beat. What was happening next door in the middle of the night? Why were they making such noises?

...Could it be an enemy attack?

However, she dismissed the thought as soon as it crossed her mind. With Wang Chong on board, how could any petty thief possibly infiltrate the ship silently, especially targeting Sakyo Ayaka?

Moreover, the sound... sounded less like pain and more like...

A bold yet embarrassing guess instantly popped into Medea's mind: "Could she be...comforting herself?"

The thought instantly brought a blush to her cheeks. As a woman, she naturally understood such private matters.

I never expected that Aika Sajou would do something like this alone in the middle of the night, and... and make such suggestive sounds!

A mixture of anger and embarrassment welled up inside her. She had finally managed to calm her chaotic thoughts and prepare to fall asleep, but the untimely noise from next door completely disturbed her peaceful slumber.

Medea even had a fleeting thought: Should she go next door and knock on her door right now to warn her to tone it down and not make such a loud noise that disturbs other people's rest?