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

Mentioning this incident reminded him of how most of his power had been wiped out by Wang Chong's sword. If Medea hadn't sealed away a large portion of his opponent's power, his dream of becoming king would have been shattered long ago.

This reminded Jason that his enemies now included not only Wang Chong, but also Medea. He didn't want to fall into her hands.

"Tell them to speed up the search!" Jason ordered. "I refuse to believe that King David can escape. With those sea monsters surging outside, he'll only be trapped and die on these islands! As long as we search island by island, sooner or later he'll be driven to his doom!"

His voice was filled with determination and greed. As long as he successfully obtained the Holy Ark and sacrificed it to the goddess, he could get back all the hatred and humiliation he had suffered, whether it was Wang Chong, who had cast a shadow over him, or Medea.

Chapter 706 Medea, Full of Determination

Night quickly fell. According to the rotation system, Wang Chong was now in charge of navigating. However, from the most spacious cabin in the center of the fleet, intermittent chuckles and whispers could be heard.

"You've lost again, Miss Artemis. Do I need to remind you what to do next?"

Wang Chong lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, looking at Artemis riding on top of him, moving up and down, a playful smile on his lips.

Artemis's cheeks flushed, and her breathing quickened slightly. She gave a soft hum, forcing herself to remain calm, and said, "I know, I don't need you to remind me!"

Before she finished speaking, she took a deep breath, raised her hands to the sides of her head, and moved her fingers together, bending and swaying them up and down, mimicking the movements of rabbit ears—her silvery smile looked particularly alluring in the candlelight.

She began to shake her hips faster, breathing out hot air, her voice laced with a mixture of coquetry and provocation: "I am Master's silver rabbit, and I want to be completely satisfied by Master's seed... Please, Master, give me all the seed! Silver rabbit can't take it anymore, please give it to me!"

Looking at Artemis, whose corruption level had now reached 70%, Wang Chong's eyes revealed a satisfied expression of conquest.

Today, the gambling between him and Artemis has become a form of playful banter between them.

Artemis always seemed determined to start over and defeat Wang Chong, but she always ended up losing swiftly and being thoroughly humiliated by Wang Chong in various ways.

Wang Chong knew perfectly well that Artemis was deliberately losing to him, because Artemis was already enjoying it.

Ever since Artemis had fiercely cursed Orion and completely severed ties with the past, she has increasingly enjoyed this intimate behavior with Wang Chong.

She had already memorized the bunny dance moves perfectly, and she could now utter those lewd words without any shame.

"Ah—!!!!" With a high-pitched and trembling cry, Artemis arched her body, and her lower abdomen swelled noticeably.

She touched her belly and slowly straightened up. As the magic weapon was removed, a large amount of white spring water flowed out, soaking the sheets.

After resting for a while, Artemis leaned against Wang Chong's chest, tracing circles on his skin with her fingers, and couldn't help but ask, "Seriously, aren't you worried about what's going on outside? What if we run into a sea monster..."

"Sea beast?" Wang Chong chuckled, and an incomparably terrifying aura instantly reappeared on his body—that was his passive aura: [Beast Lord (One Star)].

Even the beasts had to submit to and fear this aura, let alone ordinary sea creatures. If he wanted to, those sea creatures wouldn't be able to get in at all.

"Since you already possessed this ability, why didn't you use it sooner?" Artemis propped herself up, looking at him with some confusion. "Why did you make us go through all this trouble to deal with the sea monsters?"

“Of course, it’s because you have to play the cards one by one.” Wang Chong put away his imposing manner and spoke in a relaxed tone. “Besides, you guys can handle these sea monsters anyway. I also need to train Ritsuka’s abilities properly—this is a very suitable polishing stone.”

After Wang Chong finished speaking, he withdrew his imposing aura. His gaze turned to the dark sea outside the window, and a mysterious smile appeared on his lips.

In fact, he doesn't use his own aura to deal with those sea beasts now. Instead, he uses the power of Originium to erode the sea beasts and make them kill each other.

In this way, the sea creatures could not disturb him, and he could enjoy the wonderful night.

……

Afterwards, Wang Chong and Artemis lingered on the bed for several more rounds until the noble goddess was completely limp and weak. Only then did he reluctantly let her return to her post, so as not to arouse suspicion from others by leaving her for too long.

Artemis, with a blush of satisfaction on her face, her legs trembling slightly as she held the thick fluid given to her by Wang Chong, staggered out of the room, her heart filled with sweetness.

A lingering, sweet fragrance still filled the air.

After Artemis left for a while, Wang Chong leaned against the headboard, pondering whether to continue to find others to serve him or to end the service and rest his eyes properly, when a soft but rhythmic knocking sounded on the door.

Wang Chong recognized the slightly hurried knocking frequency, a playful smile curving his lips as he said softly, "I almost forgot about you... Come in, Medea."

The door was pushed open, and there stood Medea. She walked in slowly, and gently closed the door behind her with a soft click.

And so, Medea went straight to Wang Chong. She didn't say a word, but in her amethyst-like eyes burned a do-or-die determination.

Upon seeing Medea like this, Wang Chong roughly understood what was going on, but he still chose to maintain a calm smile and leisurely asked, "Is there something you need, Medea?"

However, Medea did not speak. She took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she pinched the ribbon on her clothes and gently pulled it.

With a soft rustling of fabric, her gown, as thin as gauze and a symbol of her magician status, slipped off and fell to her feet.

At this moment, all she was wearing was an extremely sexy set of purple lace lingerie.

That was no ordinary item, but a "lingerie set" specially made by her using her class-specific skills.

The bra above features a bold triangular split design, with the gaps in the split perfectly revealing the tips of Medea's rather substantial breasts.

Those two proud red nipples, now hardening slightly in the cool air, stood erect with alluring curves, reflecting Medea's desire and shyness.

The underwear below was a striking lace camisole with an open crotch. Looking at the hidden valley beneath the open crotch, a glittering silver thread slowly slid down, reflecting a seductive luster in the dim light, silently proclaiming just how desperately its owner was at that moment.

The alluring scent emanating from the lingerie transformed into a faint, delicate fragrance, subtly seeping into Wang Chong's nostrils.

"Medea? What is this...?" Wang Chong feigned surprise, but his gaze roamed unabashedly over her graceful curves.

"Why does Mr. Wang Chong ask a question he already knows the answer to... I have been waiting all along, waiting to gain Mr. Wang Chong's favor."

Medea whispered, her voice trembling with a hint of grievance, tears welling in the corners of her eyes, seemingly ready to slide down her fair cheeks at any moment.

"However, Medea never managed to get any closer to Mr. Wang Chong... Watching others surpass me one by one, especially hearing those embarrassing sounds coming from next door every time, made it even harder for me to accept. It felt like ants were gnawing at my heart!"

She bit her lower lip, her voice tinged with bitterness: "Sakura Aika is one thing, I admit she's more proactive and more obsessed than me, so she won over Mr. Wang Chong first... But why, why can the goddess Artemis get ahead of me?"

"She is a goddess who has sworn to purity! And she already has a lover, Orion... Unless you, Mr. Wang Chong, take the initiative to provoke her, I don't think Lady Artemis would willingly throw herself into your arms!"

Medea took a deep breath, her chest heaving, and her eyes flashed with intense jealousy and resentment.

"And those two female pirates! Although they were educated as slaves by you, Mr. Wang Chong, they still had a real relationship with you, and you pleased them every night..."

"But what about me? Not only have I not made any progress, but recently Mr. Wang Chong has been spending all his time with them, and he hasn't come to my room at night at all."

"Why were they able to get ahead of me one by one? Was it because I wasn't proactive enough? Or is it because of what happened at the beginning, Mr. Wang Chong, that you still have lingering fears and want to punish me?"

Having said that, Medea could no longer control her emotions and pounced on Wang Chong. She braced her hands on his chest, as if to pin him down, her eyes filled with a poignant beauty.

“If it’s the former, I’ve already shown enough initiative… But if it’s the latter, then I’ll let you do whatever you want with me, even if it’s a harsher punishment…”

"But today I just want to tell you, I can't stand it... I... I like you too! Even if you're rough, even if you scold me... I like you, I love you..."

"I don't want to endure these feelings any longer. This time, let's put an end to it all... If you still have even a sliver of affection for me, please accept this kiss. If you truly cannot forgive me, then push me away, so that I can finally give up completely."

After saying that, Medea closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and with a mix of trepidation, despair, and a sense of relief, she leaned down and kissed him.

Just a short while ago, she had intended to report on the situation at sea, but as soon as she stepped outside, she heard Wang Chong making love with another woman coming from inside the room.

She was secretly delighted to be grouped with Wang Chong this time, but after this incident, all her good mood vanished, turning into a deep resentment.

She could no longer bear the torment of watching other women find happiness one after another while she remained stuck in the same place.

Therefore, she returned to her room and used her [Item Creation B] class skill to pour all her longing and desire into creating these two pieces of lingerie with their own allure buff.

This time, she was determined to take things a step further with Wang Chong, even if it would displease him.

If she succeeds, her wish will be fulfilled; if she fails, it will only strengthen her determination to plot that event.

However, Medea had only just gotten close when the expected rejection did not come.

Medea felt a domineering force suddenly pull her head back, and then a hot and domineering kiss pressed heavily onto her lips.

Then, Medea felt a strong and powerful arm pull her tightly into its embrace. In an instant, she could clearly feel Wang Chong's hard pectoral muscles against her chest, and a hot and aggressive masculine scent wafted over her, instantly enveloping her.

More importantly, the other person's tongue ruthlessly pried open his teeth, venturing deep inside and wantonly invading his oral cavity.

Her delicate, fragrant tongue instantly became a plaything of the other's thick tongue, being wantonly teased, entwined, and sucked. For a moment, the heavy and scorching breath made Medea breathless, and her mind went blank.

But Medea felt an unprecedented thrill and satisfaction welling up inside her. It was like a traveler who had been thirsty in the desert for days, finally finding an oasis and drinking a life-saving sip of sweet spring water just before he was about to faint.

The soul-stirring satisfaction and sweetness made Medea unable to resist wrapping her arms tightly around Wang Chong's neck, responding passionately and letting him kiss and plunder her.

Chapter 707 Punishment Must Be Able to Correct Mistakes

At this moment, Wang Chong's hands traveled down Medea's smooth back, touching her full, delicate buttocks, and then began to ruthlessly knead them, feeling their amazing elasticity with his fingertips.

"Ugh..." Perhaps the movements were too rough, causing her a slight pain, but Medea still tried her best to endure it, making sweet nasal sounds in her throat, letting the other person vent his emotions, and even actively responding to his movements.

Then, Wang Chong grabbed Medea's upper thighs, supported her buttocks with both hands, stood up, and picked Medea up in one swift motion.

Medea gasped and quickly wrapped her long legs tightly around Wang Chong's waist to prevent herself from falling, while her arms tightly encircled his neck.

Then, Wang Chong carried Medea to the bedside and threw her directly onto the soft bed.

Only then did the two finally part their lips.

Medea lay panting on the bed, her long hair disheveled, while her beloved man stood above her, his hands on her shoulders, looking down at her. A dangerous glint flickered in his deep eyes.

“You are indeed wrong…” Wang Chong said slowly, his voice deep and magnetic.

Medea's heart skipped a beat. Had what was bound to happen finally come? Had her pressure actually displeased Wang Chong?

"Do you know where you went wrong?" Wang Chong asked in a deep voice, one hand already covering Medea's proud snow-white breasts, beginning to roughly knead them with a sense of punishment, his fingertips occasionally brushing against the sensitive tip.

"Ugh... I shouldn't have seduced you... I shouldn't have sealed your power back then." Medea's body went limp from being kneaded, her eyes glistening with tears as she softly confessed her mistake.

"Wrong!" Wang Chong gently slapped Medea's snowball. The crisp sound made Medea let out a soft, charming moan, and an alluring blush immediately rose on her snowball.

"Your real mistake was that you forced me to make a choice! There's nothing wrong with seduction itself, and I've already said I've forgiven you for the sealing thing."

Wang Chong spoke calmly, his eyes revealing an undeniable air of authority befitting a superior:

“I don’t need you to question my choices… understand? Who I choose and who I do things with are my own business, including you. The reason I kissed you was not because I made any so-called choice, nor was it because you forced me, but simply because I wanted to kiss you, nothing more.”

He leaned down, his nose almost touching Medea's, and declared his absolute control, word by word:

"Take what I give you; but you can't take what I don't give you... Understand?"

Hearing Wang Chong's forceful and unquestionable words, Medea's fair and beautiful face flushed slightly, but beneath that blush, a sense of awe and fear rose uncontrollably in her heart.

Wang Chong was not, after all, a man like Jason who was indecisive, weak, and easily bullied.

He possessed an absolute domineering nature and the ability to tame proud women like Medea, who were driven to extremes by jealousy.

More importantly, Wang Chong seemed to be able to see through Medea's soul and accurately grasp her every thought.

He not only knew when to be ruthless and crush her rebellious thoughts that tried to cross the line, but also knew when to bestow favors and use unintentional tenderness to ignite the most intense love in her heart, making her spontaneously cling to and fall in love with him like a moth to a flame.

Medea knew this all too well, but she couldn't muster even the slightest thought of resistance... not only because the man's strength far surpassed her own, but also because his mind was as deep as an abyss, something she simply couldn't fathom.

“I… understand,” Medea replied softly and obediently, her eyes lowered.

"So, do you understand what kind of punishment you're going to receive tonight?" Wang Chong looked down at her, then stood up from the bed.

He calmly removed his clothes, revealing a strong, upright, and perfectly sculpted body, every muscle exuding explosive power.

This wasn't the first time Medea had experienced the allure of this body, but seeing it willingly shed its disguise, she couldn't help but tremble slightly.

A hint of anticipation flashed in Medea's eyes: Could it be that this time, she would finally be able to get that intimate relationship she wanted?

But the coldness and annoyance lingering between Wang Chong's brows served as a warning to Medea.

Medea knew in her heart that because of her rash actions, she was probably destined to experience both pain and pleasure in this "punishment" tonight.

“I…I understand…I will accept whatever punishment I am given.” Medea also sat up from the bed, her body swaying.

Medea was mentally prepared and accepted that Wang Chong would show her no mercy and be extremely brutal in his punishment tonight.

But so what... As long as she can truly unite with him, even if she is brutally violated, she will have achieved her goal today.

"Let's begin. I don't need to teach you this a second time, do I?" Wang Chong crossed his arms, his eyes looking down at him.

He leaned forward slightly and slammed the suffocatingly hot and hard Noble Phantasm directly onto Medea's delicate cheek. Two sharp "slap" sounds rang out as the Noble Phantasm pressed against Medea's pretty face.

Medea naturally knew what to do. This was not the first time she had served him like this. Skillfully and obediently, she stretched out her fair hands and gently grasped that heat. Then she lowered her head and began to use her lips, tongue, and fingertips to perform handicrafts and oral skills, and meticulously tried to please Wang Chong.

Wang Chong slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. He did not explain to Medea what the real "punishment" was, but simply used his deep eyes to quietly examine her obedient and diligent service.

The true core of this punishment lies in the psychological game. Whenever Wang Chong gently placed his broad palm on Medea's head, Medea's delicate body would instinctively tremble, and then she would immediately speed up her service.

Medea naturally assumed that Wang Chong was pressing her head down to force her to swallow faster and deeper into her throat. Therefore, her body would instinctively tense up, preparing itself to withstand the impact.

But Wang Chong didn't play by the rules. He simply made a token gesture by pressing down on her hair, giving his hand a place to rest, and let her do as she pleased.

Medea couldn't figure out Wang Chong's intentions. She always felt that Wang Chong was gathering his strength and didn't know when he would launch a surprise attack on her.

Unable to fathom Wang Chong's thoughts, Medea had to remain on edge, her mind racing, until Wang Chong's hand left, at which point she dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

After being pulled like this several times, Medea's physical and mental strength was clearly failing her, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

This time, when Wang Chong gently placed his hand on her head again, Medea wearily assumed that Wang Chong was simply stroking her and would not immediately resort to violence.

Therefore, this time, due to physical exhaustion and the psychological inertia from before, Medea did not deliberately speed up.

"Humph……"

However, in that instant when she lowered her guard, Wang Chong let out a cold snort. The large hand on her head suddenly tightened, gripping the back of her head, and began to violently and rapidly thrust at her without any mercy.