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

Medea could picture the passionate kiss, and imagine Wang Chong gently licking away Ai Ge's tears. This silent tenderness was more heart-wrenching than any words of love.

She had fantasized countless times about being treated so cherished by Wang Chong, and now that fantasy was actually playing out in the room next door, but the protagonist was replaced by another woman.

"Ah... Your Highness... is moving..." Ayaka Sajou's soft murmur, filled with surprise and joy, rang out again.

The sound was like a dull knife, slowly and steadily cutting into Medea's nerves. She could imagine the rhythmic beat, and how Wang Chong would gently guide Ai Ge to adapt to his presence, how he would ignite flames on her smooth skin with his large hands.

Every satisfied sigh from the love song, every suppressed gasp, landed precisely on Medea's most painful wound.

The venomous serpent of jealousy gnawed wildly at Medea's heart, threatening to devour her sanity. She buried her face in the pillow, trying to shut out the sound, but only made the sensory imagery clearer and the pain more profound.

After a long while, Medea slowly got up. No matter how sad she was, the voice from the other side would not stop.

She got out of bed, grabbed her blanket, and planned to sleep away from the wall tonight. As long as she couldn't hear those sounds, she could pretend nothing had happened.

While burying one's head in the sand is useless, it can at least numb the pain for a while. Consider it psychological comfort and self-consolation.

So Medea spread her bed out away from the wall that was transmitting the sound, and sure enough, after increasing the distance, she could no longer hear the messy noises coming from next door.

Now, Medea can finally relax and sleep soundly... right?

Medea, who had curled herself up like a silkworm cocoon, tossed and turned in bed. Even though she could no longer hear those sounds, she felt even more uncomfortable.

It feels like there's a cat inside you, constantly scratching at your heart with its claws.

And although he couldn't hear the sounds of debauchery coming from next door, the scenes he imagined were now even more exciting and vivid.

I felt like I was under a spell; I wouldn't feel right unless I eavesdropped on the whole thing. It was like someone experiencing withdrawal symptoms.

After much inner turmoil and tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, Medea finally gave in and went back to bed with her pillow and blankets.

Shortly after returning here, those familiar voices entered her ears once again, making Medea feel extremely hot.

But in addition to the physical reactions, Medea was forced to confront the emotional pain once again.

She neither wanted the two to complete the ceremony, nor did she want this torturous process to end quickly.

The conflicting emotions had almost rendered Medea unable to think; she could only cling to the wall like a slug, motionless.

Finally, Wang Chong's deep, hoarse voice came again, carrying a sense of declaration: "Ai Ge... are you ready?"

“Hmm…Hmm! Your Highness…Please…Please enjoy…Aika…” Aika’s reply was also full of sacrificial piety and invitation.

The change finally came, but Medea's heart sank even deeper. She knew that an even fiercer storm was coming.

Sure enough, the next second, came the dull thud of intense, violent collisions from the other side of the wall, accompanied by Ayaka Sajou's suddenly higher, almost out-of-control scream: "Aaaaah—!"

The voice, like a sharp blade, pierced Medea's crumbling defenses. She could imagine the fierce and relentless conquest, how Wang Chong used all his strength to possess the woman beneath him, and how Aige completely opened herself up and indulged in it.

The increasingly loud cries and the sticky, wet sounds seemed to amplify infinitely in Medea's ears, turning into the cruelest mockery.

Medea bit her lower lip hard, tasting the metallic, bloody flavor, but she couldn't suppress the sobs churning in her throat.

Why do I listen to these things? I know how painful they are, but why can't I control myself and keep listening?

“Uh…” Suddenly, Medea felt her body tremble slightly, and a feeling like being electrocuted came over her.

It was only then that Medea noticed that her hand had somehow begun to reach towards her secret garden.

She suddenly felt like the most despicable woman in the world. Her beloved was having an affair with another woman, and as she listened, she felt sad but also began to comfort herself.

"Waaah... Your Highness... It's... It's going to break... It feels so strange inside... Ah... It's... It's going to break again..." Aika cried out incoherently, her voice filled with the feeling of losing control as she was about to reach her peak.

Medea curled up tighter, trying to comfort herself while her body trembled slightly uncontrollably. Every sound coming from next door painted a picture of what she longed for but could never reach.

She felt a strong wave of dizziness, as if her soul was being torn apart by a double storm of pleasure from this self-comfort and pain from the sounds from next door, and was about to leave her body.

Finally, after a piercing scream filled with extreme pleasure and a deep, satisfied male roar, a brief yet seemingly endless silence fell next door.

"This... has the final ceremony already been completed?" Hearing the two's incredibly comfortable sounds, Medea's fingers, which were comforting the garden, suddenly stopped. At this moment, her heart felt incredibly empty and painful.

……

On the other side, after engaging in high-intensity exercise, both of them began to temporarily stop their movements, recover their strength, and adjust their breathing.

Wang Chong glanced at the wall, realizing that someone was planning to retreat and escape his control.

This won't do... I tampered with the wall precisely to show Aika love while simultaneously taking this opportunity to thoroughly stimulate Medea, so that her condition would develop in the direction I desired.

So he used the methods he had left on Medea to change her emotions, forcing her to return to bed and continue eavesdropping.

Fortunately, just before she was about to accelerate, Medea obediently returned to the wall.

After using the power of Originium to confirm Medea's mental state, Wang Chong then refocused his attention on the "heroine" of the night.

At this moment, Ai Ge, whose consciousness had returned, felt a pang of regret and frustration upon discovering that Wang Chong had not unleashed his magic. She then asked softly:

"Is it a love song... not enough to make His Highness comfortable?"

"No, that's not true... Aika... It's just that I'm naturally very patient. We'll definitely reach the top together next time."

Wang Chong kissed Ai Ge's forehead to comfort her, then asked again, "So, are you ready for the second time? This time, I'll be a little faster than before."

"Aiko...Aiko is ready, please...Your Highness, please continue! Waaah!!"

Before she could finish speaking, her lips were silenced by Wang Chong's aggressive kiss, leaving only broken sobs escaping from between their tightly pressed lips.

Just as Wang Chong had declared, this time the pace and intensity were completely different from before. It was no longer a gentle, tentative exploration, but a fierce and relentless conquest.

Chapter 596 The Pursuit of Happiness is So Simple (The End) (Revised)

Hector stepped forward, his gaze intense, and asked, "Teacher, your analysis is correct! So, how exactly should we act now to sever that damned contract? Do you have a feasible plan in mind?"

Chiron, clearly having given this considerable thought, calmly replied:

"Currently, I have two possible directions. One is to find a Caster-class Servant whose strength is no less than Medea's, a powerful magus. I want to see if the other party has a high enough level of magical skill to break or counteract the powerful contract effect imposed by Medea."

But Chiron then frankly pointed out the difficulties of this plan, saying:

"However, the chances of success in this direction are relatively small. The reason is simple: it is extremely rare to find a magician in this world whose strength is comparable to Medea's and who is willing to help us. It makes me doubt whether such a Servant really exists."

"And what about the other direction?" Theseus pressed.

“The other direction…” Chiron’s voice deepened, carrying a thoughtful and decisive tone, “is to find a way to evade Medea’s eyes and ears and have a private, secret contact with Circe.”

"Circle!?" This suggestion surprised everyone present.

Hector's brow furrowed instantly, his face filled with disapproval and worry:

“Teacher, this…this is too risky! Circe is clearly on Medea’s side now, fighting alongside her.”

"If we take the initiative to contact Circe, and she directly informs Medea, wouldn't that completely expose our purpose of breaking free from the contract? The consequences would be unimaginable!"

"No, I never believed that Circe would truly and wholeheartedly stand on Medea's side and collude with her."

Chiron shook his head firmly, a discerning glint in his eyes. He then explained:

"Not only because she was the first to see the situation clearly and voluntarily defect from the Agor, but this act itself demonstrated her dissatisfaction with Medea and the situation at the time, as well as her independent judgment."

Chiron emphasized, adding, "The main reason is that she understands Medea better than any of us here! She understands her madness, her pain, and her danger."

Chiron went on to explain his reasons:

"Although we have no idea why the two of them are now working together so closely, whatever the reason, Circe must have her own plans deep down."

“My intuition tells me that she might be willing to help us secretly, to help us break the contract without Medea’s knowledge.”

"Because she should know better than anyone else how much trouble and destruction this force on the Agor would cause to the world if it continued to be firmly held in Medea's hands and driven by her as it is now. This is by no means an outcome that Circe would like to see."

"Finally, there's one more small reason: Circe is currently the only mage who has actually broken the effects of Medea's contract magic. Even if new mage Servants are summoned elsewhere, who knows if they can break the contract magic on us?"

"Therefore, compared to the first direction, I think the second direction has a higher chance of success. What do you think?"

After hearing Chiron's logical and convincing explanation, the initial surprise and doubt on everyone's faces were gradually replaced by contemplation and agreement.

Castor, the elder of the twin brothers, stroked his chin and asked a very practical question:

"Teacher, your analysis makes sense. But the problem is, how can we make safe, one-on-one contact with the other party, Circe? Under Medea's watchful eye, this is probably not an easy task. A slight mistake could ruin everything."

"This matter certainly requires careful consideration and a thorough and cautious plan must be developed."

Chiron nodded, acknowledging the difficulties: "At the very least, we need to find out where Medea and the others are currently based, ascertain their movements and possible gaps in their defenses, before we can find an opportunity to make contact..."

Chiron, having said this, turned his gaze toward the cabin, a serious expression on his face:

"Of course, there is another unavoidable issue—we still need to persuade, or rather, find a way to get Jason to cooperate, or at least not become an obstacle to our operations. This is also a considerable challenge."

"As for persuading Jason, I do have an idea. Isn't Jason quite fond of that parable? That offering the goddess to the Ark of the Covenant will grant him supreme power?"

At this moment, Hector seemed to have an idea and suggested:

"In that case, let's use the excuse of splitting up to search for the Ark of the Covenant, and then we'll all go out to search! Only Hercules will be left to guard him. Anyway, Jason is fearless as long as Hercules is there to protect him."

Chiron pondered for a moment, then nodded and said:

“Yes, I think he won’t refuse that reason. However, we probably can’t stay at sea for too long… Recently, more and more pirate ships have been heading to the Sea of ​​the Tide. I’m afraid there’s going to be some big action here soon. It’s not impossible that Jason will change his mind and summon us back.”

“In that case, let’s focus on finding Medea’s base first. Once we find it, we won’t rush to contact Circe. We can discuss this further when we all return. What do you think, teacher?” Hector suggested again.

"Alright, let's stick to this plan. First, let's find Medea and Circe's base... and then we'll figure out how to make contact with them."

Chiron nodded and said, "Of course, if you have the opportunity to speak with Circe alone, you can also adapt to the situation and reveal our thoughts to Circe. I believe that with Circe's wisdom, she should understand the importance of the matter and will help us."

"Understood." Upon hearing this, everyone nodded. Thus, the heroes of the Agor, who harbored their own thoughts, devised a plan to rebel, waiting for the right moment to break free from Medea and Jason's control.

……

As the group on the Agor ship finished their conversation, Medea's eavesdropping session was also nearing its end.

After hearing Wang Chong and Sajou Aika's conversation after they calmed down, Medea realized that Wang Chong had not released any magic to nourish Sajou Aika.

She breathed a sigh of relief, somewhat deceiving herself, thinking that as long as the two of them hadn't taken the final step, they weren't truly in that intimate relationship.

However, Wang Chong's next words caused Medea's expression to change drastically: "So are you ready for the second time? This time my movements will be faster than before."

This is why Medea was deceiving herself; how could a man possibly refrain from continuing after the woman has finished once?

And so, Wang Chong began his second round of activity. The sounds of impact coming from the other side of the wall became more frequent and powerful. Just as Wang Chong had said, his movements this time would be even faster than before.

The speed and frequency were like a sudden storm pounding on a fragile roof.

She could imagine how bravely Wang Chong charged forward, and how Sajo Aika completely opened herself up, indulging in the happiness she longed for but could not have.

In particular, Aika Sajou's tearful, incoherent cries are filled with a sense of being on the verge of losing control.

The sound was like the cruelest instrument of torture, repeatedly tormenting Medea's nerves. She buried her face in the pillow, trying to block out the heartbreaking sound, but only made her senses more acute in the darkness.

Each escalating noise from next door vividly painted a picture in her mind of Wang Chong possessing another woman. Jealousy and despair raged around her heart like vines, almost crushing it.

Finally, Ayaka Sajou let out that same high-pitched, broken sound again, clearly on the verge of her peak once more.

What followed was Wang Chong's deep, satisfied, and liberated masculine growl, accompanied by a loud shout of the other person's name: "Ai Ge—!!!"

In response, Ai Ge let out a loud scream.

Then, a complete and chilling silence fell over the next room. This silence filled Medea with more despair than any sound had come before.

She knew the ritual was finally complete. Sajou Aika's sigh of near-exhaustion, filled with satisfaction, was like the final feather, crushing Medea's will.

The lingering afterglow of this union of body and soul is the other shore that Medea yearns for but can never reach.

……

After this frenzy, Wang Chong couldn't help but exhale a breath of stale air.

He lowered his head, with a languid afterglow and boundless tenderness, and kissed her sweaty forehead and cheeks tenderly. Finally, he gently kissed her slightly swollen red lips again, exchanging their burning breaths, as if to prolong the afterglow of this complete fusion of body and soul indefinitely.

After an unknown amount of time, the intense panting gradually subsided.

"It's over... everything is alright." Wang Chong couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Then, Wang Chong propped himself up and looked at Ai Ge beneath him, whose appearance was as if she had been thoroughly washed by a storm.

Her blonde hair was scattered messily on the pillow, her fair skin was covered with blush and fine beads of sweat, her blue eyes were unfocused and hazy, her red lips were slightly parted and she was panting, and her body still had the slight twitching of the aftermath of her climax.

Clearly, although Aigo had strengthened her physique, she was still somewhat overwhelmed by Wang Chong's ferocious attitude and the fact that this was the first time she had faced such a situation.

Chapter 597 Correspondence with Joan of Arc and Others

A hint of tenderness flashed in Wang Chong's eyes. He got up, took the soft bath towel from the bedside, wet a corner with warm water, and gently wiped the mess on her inner thighs, as if handling a rare treasure.

When the warm, damp towel touched the slightly swollen and reddened petals, Aika Sajou's body shuddered sensitively, letting out a soft moan.

"Does it hurt?" Wang Chong's voice was hoarse and gentle afterward.

Sajou Aika slowly shook her head, laboriously opening her hazy blue eyes to look at Wang Chong. Her eyes held no pain, only tender affection and boundless contentment.

She reached out her slightly trembling hand and gently touched Wang Chong's chest, which was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Feeling his strong and powerful heartbeat, a smile that was both incredibly happy and incredibly tired, yet incredibly reassuring, slowly crept onto her lips.