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

"No... how could that be?" Medea immediately denied it, but her voice carried a hint of tension that was barely perceptible. She quickly stood up, forcing a slightly stiff smile. "Lord Wang Chong, is there anything you need for my visit so late at night?"

At this moment, Medea's heart was churning violently, like a lake tossed with a stone.

Half of her joy was unexpected: he had finally come, finally come to visit her! This long-awaited intimacy made her breath quicken.

Medea's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, and then she did as she was told, kneeling behind him and placing her slender fingers on his broad, strong shoulders, kneading them with just the right amount of pressure.

Her fingertips could clearly feel the texture of his muscles and the power they contained. This familiar touch made her heart race, but she had to force herself to remain calm.

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"It's been so long since I've served Lord Wang Chong like this... Ugh, Medea, what are you thinking? Although this is a moment I've been dreaming of for so long, don't you find it strange?"

Medea was torn. On one hand, she really wanted the night to pass by peacefully, so that she could properly experience the service she once considered humiliating but now regarded as a delicacy.

On the other hand, given Wang Chong's sudden arrival and her own furtive behavior these past few days, she simply couldn't accept it all with a clear conscience.

So, while serving him, she cautiously probed, her voice soft and gentle: "Lord Wang Chong... you seem to be very busy lately? I've rarely seen you on the island these days."

She tried to glean a clue from Wang Chong's reaction using this sentence, to see if he had been observing her without her knowledge these past few days.

Wang Chong was enjoying her massage with his eyes closed when he heard her say that he chuckled softly. The sound was particularly clear in the quiet room and it startled Medea.

“I’m a bit busy,” he said slowly, but then his tone suddenly changed, “However, I’m not as busy as you, Medea.”

Medea's fingers stiffened slightly, as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

"Is the scenery really that beautiful deep in the forest?" Wang Chong turned his head slightly, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, his gaze seemingly piercing through her soul. "Is it worth you going in there again and again, so tirelessly? Hmm?"

boom--!

On the surface, Medea's expression remained unchanged, but inside, it was as if a storm was about to break out. Her blood rushed to her head, only to recede completely in the next second, leaving behind only a chilling fear.

He found out! He really did find out!

Everything he had planned and risked, those clandestine moves, those sneaky actions... were probably all under his control from beginning to end.

But there was no other way. Now, in order to achieve her goal, she had no choice but to go all in and get everything done as quickly as possible.

She was prepared to be discovered by Wang Chong, so she took a deep breath and said, "Since you already know..."

However, just as Medea was about to say something, Wang Chong waved his hand to interrupt her. What he said next was like a thunderclap in her ears, completely beyond her expectations.

"Alright, don't be nervous." Wang Chong's tone was unexpectedly calm, even with a hint of lazy indulgence. "I can't be bothered with your little tricks."

Medea was stunned, looking at Wang Chong's back with disbelief, her purple eyes filled with great confusion and bewilderment.

He... doesn't care? Why?

At that moment, Wang Chong suddenly turned around and faced Medea directly. His deep eyes stared at her, as if he could see through all her pretense and unease.

“Lately, I have indeed neglected you somewhat.” As if sensing Medea’s question, Wang Chong’s voice deepened, and he answered with a rare frankness, “Although your initial status was that of my prisoner of war, my slave…”

Upon hearing those two words, Medea's heart sank, and a wave of bitterness washed over her.

“...But, as the saying goes, time breeds affection.” Wang Chong changed the subject, his tone becoming serious. “Medea, in my heart, you have long been my woman.”

"!" Medea's pupils dilated suddenly, and her breath caught in her throat for a moment.

These words were like a warm current, unexpectedly breaking down a part of the cold barrier in her heart, bringing a bittersweet feeling.

Did I hear that right? Wang Chong... admitted that she was his woman?

“But I’ve recently found someone new and have neglected you.” Wang Chong’s tone carried a hint of barely perceptible apology. “So, consider this my small compensation.”

He reached out and gently stroked Medea's cheek, his fingertips calloused and warm to the touch. Medea's body trembled slightly involuntarily, but she did not flinch.

"Do whatever you want, just do it." Wang Chong's voice carried an unquestionable promise, but his eyes were sharp as knives, as if to tell her that he knew her little thoughts, but he disdained to expose them. "You don't need to be so sneaky and furtive anymore. I give you permission."

The immense shock left Medea momentarily speechless. Was she moved? Certainly. He had acknowledged her position, even granting her this almost indulgent permission.

But this permission came too suddenly, too illogically! Could this be... another, more dangerous test? Is the other party waiting for her to become complacent and completely expose herself, so they can deliver a fatal blow?

However, before she could speak, Wang Chong suddenly grabbed her arm! An irresistible force came, and Medea cried out in surprise. She felt dizzy and was caught off guard as Wang Chong pulled her down onto the soft bed!

"Ah!" Medea let out a short, delicate cry, her body instantly stiffening and her mind going blank. Wang Chong's aura completely enveloped her; the strong masculine hormones mixed with a faint, reassuring scent instantly dispelled her reason and all the unspoken questions.

"What...what are you doing? Don't..." Medea lay on her back beside him, her face pressed against his firm chest, and she could clearly hear his steady and powerful heartbeat.

The thumping sounds made her feel completely disoriented.

Chapter 604 A Domineering Kiss

Wang Chong lowered his head, looking at Medea, who was clearly flustered and helpless in his arms. A wicked smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes were full of knowing mockery: "Medea, have you noticed? You are becoming less and less resistant to me these days."

His breath brushed against her earlobe, bringing a tingling, numbing sensation.

“At least before, her body would struggle a little, but now…” He paused deliberately, his fingers gently stroking her slender arm, “only her mouth is still stubborn, refusing to admit it.”

Medea's cheeks flushed crimson, like ripe berries, when her thoughts were so bluntly exposed. She felt as if her mind were a tangled mess of threads, completely unable to make sense of it.

Medea instinctively wanted to retort, to preserve her pitiful self-esteem, but her voice was barely audible, trembling with a shyness she couldn't ignore: "I...I didn't...I didn't..."

To Wang Chong, this weak denial sounded more like a blatant invitation. Her stiff body had already softened in his arms, and her rapid breathing and burning cheeks spoke volumes about her true feelings.

At this moment, Medea no longer possessed any of the ruthlessness and decisiveness unique to the "Witch of Betrayal." She was clearly just a young girl caught in the throes of love, her heart in turmoil.

"Oh? No?" Wang Chong's smile deepened, tinged with a mischievousness and an aggressive determination to win.

He lowered his head, his warm breath almost touching her lips, his deep eyes fixed on her misty purple pupils, and said:

"Then I'll see how long your pretty little mouth can stay hard."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Chong kissed her without saying a word!

"Ugh...!" Medea's pupils suddenly dilated. All her thoughts, all her doubts, all her dark plans were shattered in that moment by this domineering and passionate kiss!

That warm touch, that forceful plunder, instantly ignited her long-suppressed emotions, surging like a volcano.

At first, there was astonishment and a slight resistance, but soon, that resistance melted away like ice and snow. A dizzying sweetness and longing, unlike anything Medea had ever experienced, swept over her.

A kiss is like a wildfire. Each separation is for a deeper entanglement; each time lips meet, they exchange their burning breath.

With each kiss, Medea couldn't tell whether Wang Chong was "forcing" her or whether she had long yearned for this intimacy deep in her heart.

Her body's instincts betrayed her reason; she began to respond clumsily and passionately, like a drowning person grasping at the only piece of driftwood. Medea was completely lost; she sank into this surging sea of ​​desire, relentlessly demanding and responding.

At this moment, all of Medea's previous pain, jealousy, and unease seemed to find an outlet in the intertwining of their lips and tongues.

She forgot who she was, forgot all the conspiracies and schemes, forgot the heartbreaking sounds from next door; the whole world consisted only of the man embracing and kissing her, and his intoxicating aura.

After an unknown amount of time, until their lungs were completely empty, the two separated, panting. Medea's eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly swollen, and she was breathing rapidly, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

The bitterness, grievances, and repressed emotions that had been building up in his heart for so long seemed to be completely released in this intense, almost suffocating kiss.

An unprecedented feeling of exhaustion and relaxation washed over her, engulfing her like a tidal wave.

Having released all her energy, she was like a small boat that had finally found its harbor, her consciousness gradually fading. Her tense nerves completely relaxed, and her heavy eyelids could no longer stay open.

Just before she drifted off to sleep, Medea could feel Wang Chong's arms still tightly encircling her, holding her close in his embrace.

Wang Chong simply held her quietly, without making any further moves.

With a hint of satisfied confusion and lingering throbbing deep within her body, Medea, in Wang Chong's warm embrace, fell into what was perhaps the deepest, most dreamless sleep since she was summoned.

Moonlight streamed through the window, gently bathing the two sleeping side by side.

Wang Chong looked down at Medea, who was sleeping soundly in his arms. Her tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed, her pale cheeks flushed, and her breathing was even and long.

A complex glint flashed in his eyes, but he simply tightened his arms, pulling her closer to his chest, and slowly closed his eyes. In the silent room, only the soft, intertwined breathing of the two remained.

……

Medea slept soundly through the night, until the first rays of dawn shone through the windowpane, carrying a touch of warmth, gently piercing her tightly closed eyelids.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like the wings of a startled butterfly, before she slowly, with a hint of grogginess, opened her eyes. Her vision gradually cleared, and the familiar canopy above the bed came into view.

"Ugh... what's wrong with me...?" Her consciousness hadn't fully returned, and a hangover-like haze enveloped her.

She subconsciously moved her body, trying to stretch her stiff limbs, but her fingertips unexpectedly touched a warm body with firm muscle lines beside her.

"what!"

The sudden touch was like ice water poured over her head, instantly dispelling all sleepiness. Medea was so startled she almost sat bolt upright, her heart pounding in her chest.

However, her waist was tightly bound by a strong and powerful arm, the force of which was irresistible, fixing her firmly in place, pressed against that body radiating heat.

"Still moving around in the morning as always..." A deep male voice, tinged with a lazy laugh and a morning huskiness, clearly reached Medea's ears. "...It really makes me nostalgic."

That familiar voice was like a key that unlocked the floodgates of memory, instantly silencing Medea's struggling thoughts.

Medea froze. Everything that had happened last night was like a surging tide, instantly breaching the dam of memory and rushing back into her mind with crystal clarity.

She had actually done something so intimate with Wang Chong! An indescribable sense of shame instantly swept over her.

Medea felt her cheeks burning hot, as if they could fry an egg on them; she could even feel the blood surging beneath her skin. She instinctively wanted to bury herself in the blankets or find a crack in the floor to disappear into, but she couldn't move.

"What do you think, Medea?" Wang Chong's voice rang out again, tinged with amusement, clearly reaching her ears. "Why aren't you saying anything? Are you shy?"

The teasing question tickled Medea's heart like a feather. Beyond shame, a surge of overwhelming sweetness and joy rose within her, the two emotions churning and intertwining, leaving her utterly bewildered.

Medea gave up struggling and instead obediently buried her body deeper into Wang Chong's arms. She turned her face and gently pressed her ear against his broad and warm chest.

Boom...boom...boom...

The steady, powerful heartbeat came through the thin fabric of her clothes, one beat after another, carrying the rhythm of life, which strangely soothed Medea's inner turmoil.

In this reassuring rhythm, Medea's tense nerves gradually relaxed, leaving only a heart full of tenderness.

Listening to her heartbeat and feeling the warmth enveloping her, she murmured with a dreamlike, dazed feeling, "I just... feel so happy... so happy... that I wonder if all of this is a dream, if... is it real?"

"Look at what you're saying..." Wang Chong chuckled, the vibration of his chest clearly conveying to her, "As if it's rare for me to treat you like this... Think back carefully, how many times have I done bad things to you since we met."

He paused, his tone carrying a mischievous glint in his eyes, and slowly added, "It's just that Medea, your awkward yet adorable personality always makes people... want to tease you a little more."

These straightforward words, like a pebble thrown into a still lake, stirred a blush on Medea's face once more. She buried her face deeper into his embrace, as if that would hide her shyness.

Sure enough, her intuition was right. This man was playing hard to get, using hot and cold tactics to gradually break down her defenses and make her fall completely for him.

However, morning is the time when people are most alert... As the initial elation and shyness subside, the doubts suppressed by reason resurface like reefs at the bottom of the water.

Lying in Wang Chong's arms, Medea's heart sank deeper and deeper. A cold, hard fact could not be ignored: during the time Wang Chong deliberately "neglected" her, he had indeed, without any scruples, made love with other women...

Since he had provoked Medea and made her fall in love, why did he then fall into the arms of someone else during that time?

Although last night's events made her happy, all she received was a comforting kiss.

Could this just be a small favor offered by this bad man to keep her in check and prevent her from jumping out of the pond?

Thinking of this, Medea couldn't help but smile bitterly to herself. In the other person's eyes, was she just an innocent little girl who could be easily fooled with a few sweet words?

Medea sighed silently in her heart. Although she had a girlish, innocent, and impulsive side, the long and scheming life of the "betrayal witch" was already deeply imprinted on her soul.

She knew all too well that behind a man's sweet words often lay the purpose of appeasement, exploitation, or even deception.

Medea saw through this, but chose to remain silent. Because she was a smart woman, she knew that confronting them directly at this moment would be pointless.

So she simply buried her sharp suspicion and hurt deep inside, raised her face, and tried to make her voice sound calm with a hint of tentative expectation, and asked softly, "Then... will Lord Wang Chong still be able to come to my room tonight?"

"If nothing else takes up my time, I will." Wang Chong's reply was tinged with a smile and sounded gentle, but it was like a cold key that instantly extinguished the last glimmer of hope in Medea's heart.

As expected...

Medea's face paled imperceptibly, and her heart turned cold.

If he genuinely intended to come again tonight, why add the condition that "if nothing else comes up"?

To her, this seemingly casual addition sounded like a pre-arranged escape route, a perfunctory excuse that allowed her to back out at any time.

Perhaps the reason for last night's passion was simply that the other party noticed her gloomy expression these past few days and came to comfort her, using kisses to temporarily calm her down so that she could continue to stay willingly in his pond and not cause any trouble.

But... even so, what can be done?

Medea closed her eyes, feeling the warmth and heartbeat of the man in her arms. The dizzying sweetness and desire of last night, the feeling of being completely ignited and immersed in it, was so real, so unforgettable.

She realized, painfully and clearly, that she had fallen hopelessly in love with this man, a love more intense and passionate than ever before. She couldn't let go, couldn't bear to lose him.

Since she couldn't escape, and since she couldn't make him give up other options, the only thing she could do was to ensure that this man would ultimately and forever choose only her.

No matter the cost.

In an instant, a subtle yet incredibly cold ruthlessness and determination flashed through the depths of those purple eyes that had just been filled with shyness and confusion, like a cold star suddenly shining in the abyss, before being hidden by her long eyelashes.

Chapter 605 New Schemes

After nestling quietly in Wang Chong's arms for a moment, Medea seemed to have made up her mind before softly breaking the silence: "Lord Wang Chong... actually, these past few days... I have been preparing for something."

"You mean you've been going to the forest so much these past few days?" Wang Chong looked down at her, his tone very gentle. "I've already said, do whatever you want, you don't have to report everything to me."