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

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Before long, everyone had been notified and boarded the main ship one after another. The sailors pulled the thick ropes with all their might, and the heavy sails made a loud "thump" sound as they billowed in the wind.

The bow slowly cleaved through the azure sea, leaving two gradually spreading white contrails as it resolutely headed towards its target area.

Since Ritsuka's ship had relatively few Heroic Spirit units, Wang Chong sent Medusa, Euryale, Miyamoto Musashi, and Circe to provide support.

On his own ship, he was accompanied by Aika Sajou, Medea, Elizabeth, Tamamo Cat, Artemis, and Orion.

"Oh, right." Wang Chong seemed to suddenly remember something, and lightly tapped his forehead with his fingertips. "I almost forgot, there are two 'pets' locked up in cages in the hold of this ship."

After settling things on deck, Wang Chong turned and headed deeper into the cabin. The stairs descended, the light gradually dimmed, and a damp smell, mixed with the scent of wood and sea salt, filled the air.

His steps were unhurried, but in his mind he had already planned out the final part of the educational plan for the two pirate sisters.

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"Slurp... slurp... Eh? Am I going to be exposed in front of Annie today?" Mary Reid asked vaguely while serving Wang Chong's treasure with her tongue, a hint of tension flashing in her eyes.

“Hmm.” Wang Chong said calmly, “Over the past few days, Annie has gradually gotten used to doing that kind of thing with me. But she can’t keep it up for long—if this continues, she will only become a tool for me to ‘unload’.”

He reached out and gently stroked Mary's hair, continuing, "I'll knock her out in a bit, then you wait for me in the corridor near the cell. When she wakes up, I'll pat your left leg three times, and then you start acting out the script we agreed on. Understand?"

“I understand… So after that, Annie and I… can finally leave this place for good, right?” Mary looked up, her eyes filled with anticipation.

“You should have left long ago.” Wang Chong slowly pulled the treasure from her mouth, stood up, and said, “Alright, I’ve almost finished charging up. Wait for me here.”

He straightened his robes and walked towards another cell. The iron door creaked open with a dull scraping sound, and then came Anne Bernie's weary and annoyed voice from inside: "Ugh—why are you again... oh ho ho ho—!"

Soon, chaotic and high-pitched moans pierced through the stone wall. Mary Reid leaned against the wall, listening to the intense noise from next door, and couldn't help but shake her head.

She actually admired Anne's stubbornness—she had managed to hold on for so long. If their will had been weaker, they might have regained their freedom long ago.

But Wang Chong seemed to enjoy it immensely, determined to continue this "game" until Annie completely broke down.

"Honestly... they're making such a racket, I hear them every time..." Mary muttered under her breath, her body involuntarily heating up. She could only lean her back against the cold stone wall, listening to the intermittent, blush-inducing sounds from next door, while using her fingers to relieve the surging heat within her.

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"Where...where am I...?"

After some time, Anne Bernie gradually regained consciousness in her dazed state. Her head ached as if it had been crushed by a heavy object, and all around her was darkness, with only faint, suppressed breathing sounds rising and falling in the distance.

Memories flooded back like a tide. She frowned, finally realizing her current predicament—had she fainted again during one of those things?

A profound weariness spread from her very bones. How long had this been going on? Four days? Five days? Or more than ten days? Or even longer? She had long since lost track. In this dim, lightless space filled only with desire and gasping breaths, time had lost its meaning, and day and night were no longer distinct.

To be honest, a pang of regret would occasionally cross her mind—why was she so stubborn in the first place? In the long and endless "education," she even began to blur the reasons why she had insisted on resisting in the first place.

“Mary… I wonder how she is…” Anne curled up, missing her sister who had always stood by her side. She hadn't heard Mary's voice since that incident. Had she been taken elsewhere? Or…

"Ah...ah...so big...so amazing~"

Just then, a familiar yet utterly unfamiliar seductive moan entered her ears.

Annie froze.

Is that... Mary's voice?

She propped herself up and realized the sound was coming from the corridor outside the cell door. What made her heart race even faster was that this time, the iron bolt on the cell door wasn't locked; the door was ajar, letting in a sliver of the dim oil lamplight from the corridor.

Was it a trap? Or just another trick by that person? Anne stared at the door, alarm bells ringing in her mind.

"Ah!!! Waaaaaah—!!!!"

Just then, a higher-pitched, sweet, almost saccharine moan suddenly rang out. Annie felt a shiver run through her body, but then, boundless fear gripped her heart.

No...it can't be...is that really Mary's voice?

Once she realized the owner of the voice and the desire it implied, a cold and desperate conjecture exploded in her mind.

No... Mary wouldn't make that kind of sound...

That person clearly promised that as long as he served her obediently, he wouldn't touch Mary. So what's causing this noise now?

Anne shakily climbed off the simple bed, but her legs went weak when they touched the ground, and she fell to the floor with a thud.

Pain shot through her elbows and knees, but she paid no heed—she used her hands to prop herself up and crawled, little by little, toward the cell door.

It must be an auditory hallucination. Just open the door and look outside, and you'll see it's all a lie.

"Yes... he must be trying to lure me out so he can punish me... It can't be that Mary has already been... "

Anne muttered to herself, unsure whether she was trying to convince herself or calling out to some unseen man.

In truth, she knew everything, but if she didn't deceive herself like this, what would all her perseverance over the past few days have amounted to?

She didn't want to look like a ridiculous clown, putting on a pointless resistance.

"If I just push open this door... everything will be over, right?"

Anne finally crawled to the door. Just as she reached out, her fingertips about to touch the cold iron door, a sharp voice suddenly rang in her mind:

Anne, don't open the door.

As long as this door is not opened, those sounds can be treated as auditory hallucinations or a nightmare.

But once you push open this door, you'll have to face the truth!

What if, what if the truth is not what she expects, but what she fears most?

What if Mary has already become like her, a plaything in that man's hands?

"No...no way...it must be fake...how could Mary...how could she make that kind of sound...outside...it's clearly a fake sound!"

Anne forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and while muttering to herself, she slowly and tremblingly pushed open the door.

"I'm out now, so punish me if you want, but stop making those noises to tease me...!!!"

The words came to an abrupt halt.

Anne Bernie froze at the doorway, her pupils suddenly contracting, her breath seemingly freezing in that instant.

Before her eyes, the scene she feared most and least wanted to see was unfolding.

Chapter 703 Annie's Unrequited Love

Anne's hand finally landed on the handle of the prison door, the icy touch sending a chill down her spine.

She took a deep breath, as if using all her strength, to push the door open a crack—and at that moment, everything she saw completely froze her breath and heartbeat.

Her best friend, Mary Reid, whom she was desperately trying to protect, was being pressed tightly against the weathered stone wall.

Wang Chong's figure loomed over her, their bodies pressed tightly together, and with his movements, Mary's breath came out in short, intermittent gasps.

Annie's pupils contracted sharply, and she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave! All her previous insistence and compromises seemed like an absurd and pathetic joke at this moment.

“How could this be…” Annie murmured silently, her fingers digging deeply into her palms, “He clearly promised me…”

Anger surged from the depths of her heart like wildfire, almost threatening to consume her reason. Anne mobilized the little spiritual power she had left, and a pale longsword slowly materialized in her hand.

She knew she was no match for them, but she couldn't just stand by and watch... even if it cost her her life, she had to cut off the shame and betrayal before her.

But just as she was about to rush out, Mary's familiar yet unfamiliar voice drifted over again, carrying a sweet, almost lewd tremor she had never heard before:

"I love it... I love it so much... Master... Keep using your treasure... to thoroughly destroy Mary..."

There was no pain in that voice, but rather a deep ecstasy and longing.

Anne froze, her gaze fixed on Mary's face.

That once stubborn and unyielding face was now flushed with a rosy blush, its eyes half-closed, and a satisfied smile even appeared on its lips.

“Heh… So, I still prefer slaves like you, Mary.” Wang Chong’s deep voice, mixed with the rhythm of his movements, was particularly clear in the dimly lit cell. “You’re obedient enough, honest enough… unlike some people who still refuse to bow their heads.”

As he spoke, he brought his hand down heavily, slapping Mary's buttocks with a crisp sound.

Instead of flinching, Mary tilted her head back and let out a soft, amused whimper:

"There's no way I can resist after experiencing this feeling... I love doing this with strong men the most, but unfortunately, I've never met anyone I could willingly submit to while I'm alive."

She tilted her head, a strand of silver thread dripping from the corner of her mouth, but she wiped it away with the back of her hand without a care.

Wang Chong seized the opportunity to grab one of her raised legs, and his sideways movement allowed Annie outside the crack in the door to clearly see the outlines of the two entangled figures!

Every inch of skin touching hers, every rise and fall of their movements, pierced Annie's eyes like a sharp knife.

"Hehe, I'm so lucky, I met such a wonderful treasure on my first try..."

Mary's voice rose higher and higher, punctuated by increasingly rapid breathing, as she excitedly said:

"Even if I did it for a lifetime... I'd never get tired of it~ Ahh—slow down! Don't be so intense...!"

"Aren't you just trying to provoke me and increase my attack speed by saying things like that?" Wang Chong chuckled, but his movements only intensified. "You little cow, you just need to be taught a lesson, don't you?"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and fanned her heaving, snow-white chest, eliciting a series of high-pitched screams and giggles from Mary:

"Ugh—! Stop, stop hitting me... Hehe... How could I? I just want Master... to hit me harder! Ah, ah... Ah~!"

"Just as I thought, a lowly slave with a fetish for pronouns!" Wang Chong's laughter and curses were laced with obvious excitement. "You like to use force, huh? Come on, yell louder—let your master hear it!"

Anne could no longer hold on and staggered back half a step, her back slamming heavily against the cold wall. She covered her mouth tightly, as if that would stop the sobs that were about to burst from her throat.

“Impossible… How could this be…” Anne repeated silently, her eyes reflecting Mary’s completely intoxicated, even grotesque, posture. “Was that really Mary? The Mary who fought alongside me, the Mary who would rather die than submit…?”

Just then, Wang Chong's mocking voice came again:

"Hmph, I had already promised that my partner that I wouldn't touch you again... but that day when I was delivering food, you actually climbed on top of me! You utterly despicable slave—you made me break my promise, and I have to knock her out every time before I can come to you... Tell me, aren't you a nuisance?"

These words were like the final straw, completely crushing any remaining hope in Anne's heart. Her pupils trembled as she looked at Mary in disbelief:

"The... initiative...? Could it be that he really... kept his promise? Was it all because Mary... wanted it herself?"

She desperately wanted Mary to deny it, even if it was just feigned resistance, even if it was just a disingenuous defense.

But amidst the violent sounds of impact, Mary simply tilted her flushed face back, chuckled, and looked at him. Breathing heavily, her voice trembled with a sweet sweetness, she continued:

"But Master, you can't blame me entirely... It's all because you made such a loud noise when you were messing with Annie before~ Humph, blame Annie if you want, she hoarded such a good thing all by herself and wouldn't let me have a taste... Not only can I not have a taste, but she also makes me hear those sounds all day long..."

After she finished speaking, her tone suddenly took on a hint of coquettish complaint:

"I...I get lonely too, you know~ If Annie had let me enjoy myself sooner, I wouldn't have been stuck in that dark, dreary cell for so long..."

Every word was like a poisoned needle, piercing Annie's heart.

Anne never expected that what she would receive was not a rebuttal, but an even crueler admission.

In fact, she even blamed herself for it all.

“Swallowing it all…being delusional…” Annie repeated silently, feeling all the strength drain from her body, and slowly slid down the wall to sit on the ground.

All that patience, all that careful flattery, all that persistent "protection" amidst humiliation... in Mary's eyes, it was nothing but laughable wishful thinking.

The anger in Anne's heart had long since subsided, leaving only a chilling sadness and a deep-seated self-doubt.

"Huh? What's that sound?"

Perhaps the thud finally drew her attention, for Mary suddenly turned her head, her gaze meeting Anne's empty eyes peering through the crack in the door. Startled, she instinctively covered her mouth:

"Ah...Annie? You, how did you wake up...!"

Her expression of surprise was so natural, even carrying a perfectly timed hint of panic. She paused, softening her voice, with a tentative, cautious tone:

"You didn't... hear everything I just said, did you?"

Anne slowly raised her head, her eyes reflecting the flickering shadows in the cell, as well as Mary's familiar yet unfamiliar face.

She tried to force a smile, but no sound came out; it only turned into a hoarse whisper:

"Otherwise... I never imagined that all my efforts would be seen this way in your eyes."

In fact, Anne was still hoping, even if there was only a sliver of a possibility, even if Mary said that everything was forced and that everything was a lie, she was willing to believe it.

However, after hearing these words, Mary simply looked at her quietly, then suddenly sighed softly. There was no guilt in that sigh; instead, there was a sense of relief.

"Since you've heard it all... then there's no need for me to hide anything anymore."

Mary turned her head, reached out and wrapped her arms around Wang Chong's neck, pressed her face against his sweaty shoulder, and spoke in a voice so calm it was chilling:

“I’m sorry, Annie… My body and my heart belong to my master completely. Those words may have been a bit harsh… but every single one came from my heart.”

There was no deception, no excuses, not even a trace of false comfort.

Anne felt her last support collapse, and tears welled up silently, but she didn't even have the strength to wipe them away.

"Then what does all that I've done mean...? What does my persistence mean...!"

Mary looked at her quietly for a long time before whispering: