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

"Waaaaah...!"

Caught off guard, Medea let out an unbearable cry, her beautiful face instantly turning pale.

She was clearly unable to withstand Wang Chong's sudden and fierce attack, and physiological tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

And this... is Wang Chong's true punishment.

Wang Chong has always believed that punishment that cannot correct mistakes is meaningless.

Medea's mistake was that she tried to control herself and force herself to make choices. Therefore, the best punishment for her was to make her deeply realize just how "uncontrollable" she truly was.

When she was mentally prepared for a storm, Wang Chong remained unmoved; when she relaxed her guard and thought she was safe, Wang Chong coldly swung down the stick of punishment.

He wanted Medea to understand that the course of this punishment would not unfold as she had predicted.

Only by deeply imprinting this "uncontrollable" fear and trembling into Medea's soul, so that she would recall the shadow of tonight whenever she had the thought of controlling Wang Chong.

Only by doing this can Medea be truly tamed.

"Punishment is necessary to correct mistakes," Wang Chong silently murmured to himself.

Before long, under Wang Chong's merciless and brutal treatment, Medea gradually couldn't hold on any longer. Just when she thought Wang Chong was really going to drive her to suffocation as his final punishment, the oppressive feeling suddenly disappeared.

"Cough cough... Ha... Ha..."

Medea collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath, her chest heaving violently. She even gagged; the swallowing she had just done made her stomach churn and her throat burn.

Just then, Medea noticed Wang Chong's hand reaching towards her again. Thinking that Wang Chong was going to continue his violence, her body instinctively reacted, and she shrank back.

However, the expected brutality did not occur. Wang Chong gently cupped her cheeks with his palms, his rough fingertips tenderly wiping away the glistening tears that had welled up in the corners of her eyes from the excessive stimulation.

"How is it? Can we continue?" Wang Chong's voice was unusually calm at this moment, without the previous anger or deliberate tenderness.

But perhaps it was this calm after the storm that miraculously calmed Medea's wildly beating heart.

Medea raised her misty eyes, looking at the Noble Phantasm before her, still as hard as iron, yet showing no signs of releasing its magical power. She bit her lower lip and nodded firmly:

"I...I can still keep going, I can definitely do it...Waaah!"

Chapter 708 The Fifth Level of Pleasure!

Medea originally planned to use her craftsmanship and ventriloquism to fill the Noble Phantasm with magic power, and finally unleash the magic power.

But before she could finish speaking, she felt an irresistible force push her shoulders, and she fell onto the soft bed.

Before she could react, Wang Chong had already pounced on her, his slender fingers prying open the sexy purple stockings on her legs, and following the skin of her inner thighs, he went straight to the depths of her hidden and moist secret garden.

"Waaaaah...!!!"

Medea's toes gripped the sheets tightly, her back arching sharply. She felt the tunnel being forcefully explored and exploited, a familiar yet deadly tingling sensation shooting through her mind like an electric current.

Then, Wang Chong leaned down, his warm lips and tongue replacing his fingertips.

Medea felt the sensory stimulation instantly multiply several times, especially when the nimble tongue gently teased and licked the delicate and sensitive pearl on the clam. A strong sense of trembling rose wildly up her spine and spread throughout her body, making her feel as if she were floating on clouds, trembling uncontrollably.

"Slow down...slow down...I can't take it anymore..."

Although she pleaded sweetly, her body betrayed her desire to meet her, yearning for more.

The humidity in the tunnel grew increasingly intense, and Medea felt her sanity being drained away bit by bit, about to be pushed to the peak of ecstasy by Wang Chong.

However, just as she was about to reach her climax and let out her loudest sob, Wang Chong suddenly stopped all movement without warning and climbed off her.

"Huh? Why...did you stop...?"

This sudden interruption caused Medea to plummet just seconds before reaching the summit. The overwhelming emptiness of being suspended in mid-air instantly overwhelmed her, making her feel so distressed that she almost cried.

Wang Chong did not offer any explanation. He simply gripped Medea's slender ankles firmly with both hands, spreading her legs wide apart and pulling them to a position that perfectly matched his waist and hips.

The next second, Medea clearly felt that hot and hard thing rubbing against her already fully bloomed, muddy secret garden.

She swallowed hard, her eyes gleaming with an irrepressible fervor and anticipation.

Is the moment I've been eagerly anticipating finally about to arrive?

The rapid changes in the dramatic rhythm left Medea's mind blank, completely ensnared in the web of "submission" that Wang Chong had woven for her, leaving her utterly powerless to resist.

However, to Medea's surprise, Wang Chong did not advance as quickly as she had expected.

Instead, he effortlessly stopped what he was doing and simply placed the "treasure" that was radiating an astonishing heat in the garden beside her.

Wang Chong, with a calm expression, began to gently and rhythmically tap the treasure, as if striking a wooden fish.

He himself was like an old monk in deep meditation, with focused and profound eyes that exuded a sense of control that made people's hearts tremble.

Each strike of that scorching hot treasure not only produced a dull thud that made one blush, but more importantly, the point of impact was precise, hitting the most delicate flower core in the garden.

The rhythmic, weak electric current-like stimulation traveled along the nerve endings to the brain, giving Medea an unbearable tingling sensation.

She bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes filled with longing, wishing the other person would fill her empty body right now.

However, the stronger Medea's desire for the treasure became, the more indifferent Wang Chong remained.

Even Wang Chong stopped his tapping. He stretched out his hands, firmly grasped Medea's slender ankles, and forced her to squeeze her long legs together.

Subsequently, he began his arduous journeys and procrastinations in that mysterious delta region.

For Medea at this moment, such an experience was like scratching an itch through a boot – utterly torturous.

She could only passively endure those subtle stimuli, feeling the friction on the edge, but she could not obtain the deepest satisfaction for a long time.

But this was not what tormented Medea the most.

Even this simple tingling and friction was constantly escalating her desires, pushing her to the peak of pleasure and allowing her to fully release her pent-up emotions.

But Wang Chong seemed to have a precise grasp of Medea's pleasure threshold, and every time she was about to reach her peak and release, he would suddenly stop all his movements.

He waited quietly until the surging energy within Medea completely subsided before resuming the maddening exercise.

This really tormented Medea. Every time she reached her limit, she wanted to release that pleasure, but Wang Chong forcefully suppressed it within her body in this domineering way.

This not only caused her pleasure threshold to rise continuously, but also increased the sensitivity of her entire body exponentially due to the continuous accumulation and superposition of this pleasure.

Now, even if Wang Chong just gently pokes her fair skin with his finger, it can bring a strong, tingling sensation to her scalp.

"Ha ha……"

Medea's breathing grew increasingly rapid, her chest heaving violently. At the same time, she craved even more Wang Chong's magic weapon to penetrate her completely, quenching her unbearable itch and thirst.

But the repeated pauses and teasing made her feel that Wang Chong was deliberately torturing her, which was probably part of his "punishment" for some of his previous actions.

Am I just going to be kept in suspense and tormented like this all night?

Thinking of this, Medea felt the pleasure within her body about to reach its peak again. She stared dreamily at Wang Chong's unchangingly focused expression, and inwardly cried out in alarm.

It seems the other party will stop again, abruptly cutting off my chance to reach the peak of pleasure.

Even though her body had already been thoroughly tormented and turned into a overflowing spring, with the sheets beneath her soaked through, she was still denied that final pampering.

Just as Medea despaired, thinking Wang Chong was about to stop again, Wang Chong suddenly leaned back and then sank down sharply. The treasure that had been poised to be unleashed instantly and precisely aimed at the muddy spring.

Then, Wang Chong exerted his strength in his waist and abdomen and thrust hard.

"Ugh! Ahh ...

An unparalleled scream escaped Medea's throat. Had Wang Chong not already taken strict soundproofing measures for the room, the sound would have likely echoed throughout the entire cabin.

On the bed sheet, a faint red shadow began to cover the surrounding dark water stains.

Medea arched her back abruptly, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly. She never expected Wang Chong to suddenly enter her at this moment, when she was completely unprepared.

Without any mental preparation, I gave away my precious purity. And the immense feeling of fullness and ultimate satisfaction pushed pleasure to its peak in an instant.

Her whole body was trembling violently, and she was completely immersed in the belated peak of pleasure, letting loose and releasing her pent-up emotions.

However, Wang Chong did not give Medea a chance to stop and catch her breath. He immediately began a violent exercise like a storm!

Before Medea's ecstasy had faded, she felt an even more intense surge of pleasure emanating from the depths of her tunnel.

The initial tearing sensation intertwined with extreme pleasure, causing her to involuntarily beg for mercy through tears:

"Wait...wait a minute...I...I'm not...it hurts so much...I can't take it anymore!"

Originally, because the peak of pleasure had been reached, the pain of losing one's purity for the first time could be temporarily covered up by the immense pleasure.

However, due to Wang Chong's merciless and brutal actions, the intense, electric-like stimulation still caused Medea both pain and pleasure, making her look increasingly pitiful.

"Ugh—! Here we go again!!!"

Soon, Medea reached her peak again. Even before the afterglow of the previous ecstasy had faded, her body was once again propelled to the heavens.

The double peak of pleasure overwhelmed Medea, making her feel like she was going crazy, her mind completely blank.

But this was far from enough for Wang Chong. He deliberately adjusted the angle and precisely struck the most sensitive and critical point inside the Medea Tunnel.

He found the spot with almost no effort, and taking advantage of Medea's extremely sensitive body at that moment, he rammed into her several times at high speed.

An irresistible tingling sensation made Medea tremble uncontrollably. Her hands gripped the pillow behind her tightly, and her body began to contort into an alluring arc as she reached this third peak of pleasure.

But that was still not enough. Wang Chong freed his hands, one hand covering her full breasts, gently pinching and kneading the proud red nipples with his fingertips; the other hand pressed his thumb on the mysterious jade beads, beginning to rub them quickly and skillfully.

Following this are the peak of the fourth level of Red Cherry Blossom Pleasure and the peak of the fifth level of Jade Bead Pleasure!

Medea has been defeated! She has been utterly defeated!

She knew she could never defeat Wang Chong, never be able to defeat this terrifying man who had already pushed her to the "fifth level of pleasure," a level she could never surpass.

Medea rolled her eyes upwards, almost revealing only the whites of her eyes, and a completely fallen "ahegao" appeared on her beautiful face.

Her toes were cramping from the overwhelming pleasure, curled up so tightly she couldn't straighten them.

My body was trembling almost constantly, and my mind was filled with nothing but the roar of pleasure. I could hardly think rationally, as if I had become a complete slave to happiness.

When Wang Chong finally withdrew from Medea's body, Medea didn't even notice, only instinctively letting out a faint murmur.

"Medea, the night is far from over... this process will continue. Don't you want that pleasure? I'll make you a complete slave to this pleasure."

Wang Chong cupped Medea's beautiful face, streaked with tears and filled with infatuation, and let out a contemptuous laugh brimming with a desire for control.

Chapter 709 Medea's Delusions

As the first rays of dawn shone through the gaps in the curtains, Wang Chong finally shed his aura as a "time management master."

Under his control of the laws of time, although only a peaceful night passed outside, a full week actually passed in the independent space of the room.

The entire bed was now filled with the rich scent of heather, and traces of white magic were everywhere.

Medea's body was the most severely "affected." Not only was her snow-white skin covered in white magic, but her once flat stomach had also become slightly swollen.

Both of her tunnels were no longer able to close, and thick white magic was flowing out from her inner thighs. Even the corners of her mouth had traces of white magic.

Medea's originally smooth purple hair had become incredibly sticky, completely stained with Wang Chong's white magic.

At this moment, Medea's eyes had lost focus, and she was breathing silently, as if she had become a beautiful tool that could only breathe and endure.

Looking at Medea, who was both tragic and beautiful, Wang Chong smiled calmly.

Under his [Eye of Depravity] probing, Medea's Depravity value, after a week of "intensive education," skyrocketed from 30% to 80%.

More importantly, Medea's favorability rating skyrocketed from 80 to 95, just one step away from reaching the maximum and receiving the destiny reward.

"Medea, Medea, whether you will ultimately repeat the same fate, or break free from this destiny with me... Hehehe, it all depends on your own choice. However, I have always been very confident in my 'educational' methods."

Wang Chong reached out and kneaded Medea's still sensitive breasts, eliciting a soft moan from her. He then left behind these words, which were quite meaningful.

After that, Wang Chong ignored Medea, who was limp as a rag doll, and left the room to relieve Drake, who was leading the next voyage.

……

Around noon, Medea finally came to her senses from Wang Chong's seemingly magical bed.

She felt dizzy, unsure whether it was from prolonged fatigue or from the intense pleasure she had experienced for a week, which had made it difficult for her brain to process things normally.

She stared blankly at the white stains that had dried all over her body, unsure whether to feel ashamed or happy.

But she finally understood one thing: why Wang Chong had to sleep with at least several women a day. The reason was simple—because one person simply couldn't withstand Wang Chong's seemingly endless ferocity.

"Can...can I really have him all to myself?"

Medea's resolve was severely shaken for the first time. It wasn't out of fear, nor because gaining Wang Chong's exclusive favor was so difficult.

On the contrary, Medea felt that Wang Chong's "favor" was much heavier than she had imagined, much heavier than her own insignificant possessiveness.

But then Medea, clutching her slightly bulging belly, began to laugh hysterically.

Finally... finally she got everything she wanted. And she was so satisfied, so satisfied that Medea was almost sick of it.

She never imagined that one day, this extreme satisfaction would cause her to waver in her originally obsessive will.