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

“I can let those three sisters go; they came out before me, so I accepted it. Even if they sing their hearts out every night, I’ll tolerate it. Especially just now, when you asked that question, you subconsciously assumed it was the three of them again tonight, right?” Jeanne Alter said angrily.

"Hmm..." For a moment, Wang Chong really couldn't refute it; Jeanne Alter had indeed hit the nail on the head.

"See? I told you so. You womanizer! You were like this back in Chaldea, with a bunch of female Servants following you around. You thought you could at least get the upper hand this time, and at worst lose to those guys who came out before me. But what happened?" Jeanne Alter said through gritted teeth, "Did you really think I didn't know anything today? Those three guys smelled like you, and you smelled like them when you came back! I was wondering why you hadn't returned for so long when I was just checking the castle. Turns out you were doing *that* kind of thing."

"Uh... well, that was an accident." Wang Chong was indeed quite taken aback by what happened between him and Mordred and the other two. He hadn't expected their relationship to advance so quickly.

“I don’t care about any accidents… I’ve already been overtaken… and now you’ve summoned that woman again. I don’t want… I don’t want to lose to her even more.” Jeanne Alter said, her voice breaking with sobs. “I’ve waited so long… and I’ve been like an idiot, waiting for your dinner. Liar…”

"Jeanne d'Arc Alter..." Hearing Jeanne d'Arc Alter's sobs, and recalling the bowl of hot noodles she had served him that evening, Wang Chong felt a surge of pity. He knew he had to give Jeanne d'Arc Alter a proper explanation today.

Wang Chong then placed his right hand on Black Jeanne's head and bent down.

"Ugh—!" Jeanne Alter suddenly opened her eyes in surprise, pounding her fists on Wang Chong's shoulders as if she were dissatisfied with him. But upon closer inspection, her fists, while pounding on his shoulders, suddenly weakened, and Wang Chong held Jeanne Alter even tighter in his arms, tenderly embracing this lovely woman. As time went on, Jeanne Alter's hands grew weaker and weaker, and she seemed about to collapse onto Wang Chong.

After a long while, their lips parted, a continuous thread connecting their resonant heartbeats. Black Jeanne's hazy gaze shifted to the left, her flushed face like a few vibrant red flowers adorning a white silk canvas. She whispered, "What is this... pity for me?"

"I love you, Jeanne d'Arc Alter," Wang Chong whispered. Hearing this, Jeanne d'Arc Alter trembled slightly, her head tilting even further away, as if she dared not meet Wang Chong's gaze. These were the words Jeanne d'Arc Alter had most longed for, yet now she hesitated, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

"Liar...liar." Although Jeanne Alter used the same word, her tone no longer carried the intense emotion of before; instead, it was as sweet as cotton candy.

“I will take responsibility for you, Jeanne Alter.” With that, Wang Chong supported Jeanne Alter’s back with one hand, and with the other hand through her thighs, he lifted her up in a princess carry and moved her onto the bed.

"Ah!" Just as Jeanne d'Arc Alter was about to get up, Wang Chong had already sat on her lap, placing his hands on either side of her face, and the two of them were staring at each other face to face.

"So, Miss Jeanne Alter, are you willing to give me this chance?" Wang Chong gazed into Jeanne Alter's golden eyes and said softly.

"Whatever...whatever you want. You're a big liar anyway..." Jeanne d'Arc Alter, facing Wang Chong's somewhat forceful gaze, averted her eyes.

"Hmm." Wang Chong responded, it was unclear whether he was replying to the previous sentence or the next. He simply leaned down and slowly approached Jeanne d'Arc Alter, as if admiring this precious treasure one last time, and then pressed down on her, kissing Jeanne d'Arc Alter once more.

"Ugh... um..." This time, Jeanne d'Arc Alter only trembled a couple more times before offering no further resistance. Even more so, as the metal armor on her body dissipated into smaller pieces of earth spirit energy, Wang Chong felt the breastplate, which had been hard against his chest, transform into two soft balls of dough pressed against him. Jeanne d'Arc Alter slowly raised her hands, stretching them towards the ceiling as if grasping at something, but finally lowered them, wrapping her arms around Wang Chong's back, pulling him even closer.

The kiss grew more intense, as if they were both trying to fully release the burning passion within them. It was fierce and fiery, like a wildfire suddenly igniting on a dry autumn night, burning fiercely.

"Woo~"

Their lips parted, a silver thread trailing between them, tracing a perfect arc. After a passionate kiss that lasted for several minutes, Jeanne Alter finally had a chance to catch her breath. Her breathing was rapid and heavy, her face flushed, and the light in her golden eyes seemed to melt, revealing boundless love and shyness. It seemed that her earlier anger and resentment had long since melted away in this wildfire into boundless shyness and deep affection.

"So, Miss Jeanne Alter, are you satisfied?"

Wang Chong asked with a smile, while his fingers began to wander restlessly over Jeanne d'Arc Alter's smooth and delicate skin, causing her to tremble slightly.

"Humph~"

Jeanne Alter gave a soft hum, seemingly unwilling to answer the question, but her expression betrayed her true thoughts.

Wang Chong looked down at the beauty beneath him, his desire burning ever brighter. He couldn't help but kiss Black Jeanne's snow-white neck, while his hands began to roam over her curvaceous body.

"Hmm... Ha..."

Jeanne Alter couldn't help but gasp for breath, and her body began to twist slightly, as if to accommodate Wang Chong's movements.

"How are you feeling? Are you comfortable?"

While stroking Jeanne d'Arc's sensitive body, Wang Chong whispered in her ear.

"Uh-huh……"

Jeanne d'Arc (Black) nodded shyly, her voice barely audible. Seeing this, Wang Chong smiled with satisfaction, his fingers moving downwards to gently knead her full breasts.

"what!"

Jeanne d'Arc Alter gasped, then covered her mouth as if afraid of being overheard by other Servants. Wang Chong's touch was gentle, but each touch sent a tingling sensation through her, as if an electric current was coursing through her body. As Wang Chong's movements deepened, Jeanne d'Arc Alter finally couldn't help but cry out.

"No...not there..."

Having never experienced anything like this before, Jeanne d'Arc Alter's voice held a suppressed urge, yet it was also incredibly alluring. Upon hearing this, Wang Chong not only didn't stop, but instead quickened his pace.

"It's alright, leave it to me."

As Wang Chong spoke, he leaned down and kissed Jeanne d'Arc's lips again. Their tongues intertwined, exchanging saliva. At the same time, Wang Chong's hands were not idle, constantly teasing Jeanne d'Arc's sensitive spots.

Gradually, Jeanne Alter began to lose her rationality and became increasingly immersed in this blissful pleasure.

Chapter 189 Jeanne Alter is so sweet

A dozen minutes ago, at Wang Chong's house

At this moment, Wang Chong's clone was discussing the contents of the contract with Jeanne d'Arc, Irisviel, and Artoria. After a series of selection rules, they finally finalized it. During this time, Wang Chong's main body was telling Illya a story, his main focus being on his clone, controlling it to participate in the discussion.

"In that case, at least we can guarantee that those people will be able to cooperate tomorrow night." Jeanne said seriously after carefully reading the contents. "However, in the end, the real reason still lies with the person in charge of this Holy Grail War. It's one thing to not notice the abnormality of the Holy Grail and launch the Holy Grail War ahead of schedule. Even now, they still can't distinguish the importance of things and still think about becoming the biggest beneficiary and directly obtaining the Holy Grail. No wonder you, Wang Chongjun, have been keeping me from easily revealing my identity. Otherwise, I wouldn't have seen through these people's true colors and would have been dragged down without even realizing it."

“No, to put it bluntly, it’s just that we have different starting points for judging people. I’m used to being suspicious of others, while you, Joan, are more willing to trust others and give them trust and equal care. You just haven’t met the right person yet, which doesn’t mean you’ve done anything wrong,” Wang Chong said.

“That’s why I’m so happy to have met Wang Chongjun,” Joan of Arc said with a gentle smile.

"Don't praise me like that. I'm a Master too, not as good as you think. Everything I do is just to win for myself. It's just that I'm not as short-sighted as Tokiomi. Maybe one day you'll find out that I'm actually quite wicked," Wang Chong said, shrugging.

"Haha, we'll see then," Joan of Arc said with a noncommittal laugh. It seemed Joan of Arc didn't take his blunt honesty seriously at all. But it was true, Joan of Arc's favorability rating had already been raised to 70 points by Wang Chong, and she trusted him considerably. Not to mention that Wang Chong had previously used the power beyond Heaven to sway Joan of Arc in a direction favorable to him.

Watching Wang Chong and Jeanne d'Arc interact, Artoria couldn't help but sigh, "They really have a good relationship... Alice?"

Having finished discussing the contents of the contract, Irisviel, now free, looked lost and worried. Artoria noticed the change in Irisviel's expression and asked her a question.

“I’m fine…Saber. I’m just a little lost about how to go on.” Irisviel sighed and said, “My family is destroyed, and the mission I have is meaningless. Kiritsugu Emiya betrayed us and is going down a path of no return. My only hope now is for Illya. But I can’t even be completely sure if Illya is alive or dead.”

"Don't worry, Illya must have been taken to that castle by Kiritsugu Emiya," Artoria could only say.

"Yes, I want to believe too... Otherwise, otherwise, I really can't find the motivation to continue living." Irisviel covered her face with her hands, looking haggard. Even Wang Chong and Jeanne d'Arc had to come over and comfort her for a while before Irisviel's emotions were able to calm down again.

"Thank you... Once we find Ilya, I think we'll have to entrust her to you, Mr. Wang Chong," Irisviel said.

Upon hearing this, all three people present were stunned. Artoria was the first to react and hurriedly asked, "Irisviel, why would you do this? Don't tell me you plan to be with Kiritsugu Emiya tomorrow night...?"

“No, it’s not what you think, Saber, it’s not for that reason.” Irisviel shook her head, interrupting Artoria, and continued, “Saber, it’s not that I don’t want to live, have you forgotten? The purpose for which I was created.”

Reminded by Irisviel, Artoria suddenly realized, a bitter expression crossing her face as she murmured, "Why did this happen..."

"What exactly is going on? Don't beat around the bush." ​​Although Wang Chong asked this, he already knew the truth, having read the whole story. Asking this was more about maintaining his image.

"Mr. Wang Chong, you should be familiar with the basic operating principles of the Holy Grail War. Besides the initial summoning of Heroic Spirits and the battle between the seven chosen ones, it's also mentioned that as the battle progresses and Servants perish, the Greater Grail, buried deep within the Fuyuki ley lines, will eventually coalesce into the Lesser Grail through the power of the ley lines. Manipulating the Greater Grail's power and making wishes are actually done through the Lesser Grail," Irisviel explained.

"And the Einzbern family is in charge of the Lesser Grail. The Lesser Grail needs a vessel to manifest, and I am the chosen one," Irisviel said frankly.

……

Back to the present, Wang Chong's mind flashed back to the memories he had received from his clone. He recalled these memories primarily to calm his increasingly overheated mind.

After all, the beauty beneath him, already stripped naked, was tormented by his skillful teasing techniques, her face streaked with tears. He never expected that the usually haughty Jeanne d'Arc would reveal such a vulnerable side. This only made Wang Chong feel even more pity for her, and his touch became less intense, instead using a gentler approach to caress the sensitive spots all over Jeanne d'Arc's body.

"Mmm..." The gentle rhythm gradually calmed Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who had been moaning intensely and uncomfortably. Her somewhat stiff body began to soften, and her golden eyes were half-open, filled with a dreamy expression. She leaned limply against the bed, letting the other person manipulate her body.

Wang Chong's fingers traced a path up Jeanne d'Arc's slender waist, finally resting on her two soft breasts. He didn't rush to knead them, but instead gently caressed the two pink nipples with his fingertips. Soon, they stood erect, trembling slightly in the air.

"How do you feel?" Wang Chong whispered in Black Jeanne's ear, his warm breath sending another shiver down the girl's spine.

"Don't...don't ask me about this. Hmph~" Jeanne Alter bit her lower lip and said shyly. However, her cheeks were already flushed, making her look exceptionally alluring, and her shy moan made one's heart itch.

Wang Chong smiled, his fingers continuing downwards to Jeanne d'Arc Alter's flat stomach. He could feel the girl's high body temperature, even her skin was flushed a faint pink. This change filled him with a strong sense of accomplishment—it seemed his seduction skills were indeed quite good.

"Do you want it?" Wang Chong asked deliberately, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery.

"No... I don't want to..." Although Jeanne Alter said this, her body's reaction completely betrayed her. Her legs involuntarily tightened, as if she was trying her best to suppress some kind of impulse.

Seeing this, Wang Chong decided to stop teasing her. He leaned down and whispered in Jeanne d'Arc's ear, "Then let me help you." With that, his hand slid down Jeanne d'Arc's inner thigh and quickly found the girl's most private place. It was already wet and exuded an alluring scent.

"Wait...wait!" Jeanne Alter tried to stop him in a panic, but it was too late. Wang Chong's fingers skillfully explored her body, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through her. Jeanne Alter felt utterly powerless, completely at his mercy.

"Relax, leave it to me," Wang Chong reassured him, while speeding up his finger movements.

"Mmm..." Jeanne d'Arc Alter could no longer hold back, letting out a sweet moan. Her body writhed uncontrollably, as if trying to escape, yet unwilling to leave. Wang Chong leaned down and took the girl's nipple into his mouth, his tongue skillfully licking the tiny nipple at its tip. Wang Chong's fingers darted like fish through Jeanne d'Arc Alter's valley, each touch and probing sending shivers through her body. The girl's body was as delicate and sensitive as a flower bud in early spring, gradually blossoming under his teasing. Jeanne d'Arc Alter's breathing became more rapid, a captivating blush rising on her face, as tempting and delicious as a ripe crystal grape.

"Mmm...no..." Jeanne d'Arc's voice was barely audible, yet it carried an undisguised passion. She futilely squeezed her legs together, only to trap Wang Chong's hand tightly against her most private parts. The warm touch transmitted through their skin, causing both of their heartbeats to quicken.

Wang Chong stopped what he was doing, raised his head, and gazed into Jeanne d'Arc Alter's hazy golden eyes. The instant their eyes met, it was as if an invisible current flowed between them. The shyness and anticipation on the girl's face intertwined, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take good care of you," Wang Chong murmured softly, his hand gently kneading Black Jeanne's full buttocks. Black Jeanne glared at him coquettishly, but couldn't help turning her head away under his burning gaze. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, covering the bedsheets around her, the disheveled bangs obscuring half her face, adding to her hazy beauty.

Wang Chong slowly sat up, took off his outer trousers, and pressed himself against Black Jeanne's smooth body. The temperature between them seemed to reach its peak at this moment, their desires burning against each other's reason.

"Are you ready?" Wang Chong looked up, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Jeanne Alter looked at him blankly, still reeling from the shock. When she realized what was about to happen, her expression instantly changed to a mixture of fear and anticipation.

"Really... do we have to go in?" she stammered, her voice so weak it was almost inaudible.

Wang Chong nodded and leaned down to gently kiss Jeanne d'Arc's cheek.

"Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle." With that, he pressed his already erect desire against the entrance of Black Jeanne's moist flower path. His large head gently rubbed against the tiny opening, preparing for the invasion to come.

Jeanne d'Arc (Black) gripped the sheets tightly, her nails digging deep into them. She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling.

What was the outcome...?

Chapter 190 Jeanne Alter is so irresistible

Time rewinds to a few minutes ago.

Upon hearing Irisviel's words, the others present fell silent. All three understood the implications of the words "vessel of the Lesser Grail." Without a doubt, when the Lesser Grail began to manifest, Irisviel's life would also come to an end.

"Isn't there any other way?" Joan of Arc asked.

"At least as far as I know, there isn't... This is the duty I was given at birth. I can connect to the spiritual veins of Fuyuki and sense the flow of magical energy. Therefore, I am destined to begin my journey towards the Lesser Grail after the death of my Servant. If there is any solution, it is probably in the hands of the patriarch. But now the patriarch is already... This is why I want to entrust my child to Mr. Wang Chong." Irisviel looked at Wang Chong, a hint of imperceptible tenderness flashing in her eyes, and continued:

"Whether it's Saber or Jeanne d'Arc, they are Servants after all, and they will eventually leave. The only Master I know well and trust is you, Mr. Wang Chong. So, if Illya is rescued, Illya is entrusted to you."

“How could I possibly deserve such trust from you, Madam? Besides, I can’t guarantee I’ll survive this Holy Grail War. After all, the Servant and I are one; to eliminate me, they must kill me. Therefore, unless I win the Holy Grail War, I have no chance of escaping unscathed. Conversely, Jeanne d’Arc might be a different story. She’s also possessing a young girl. The Lady Leticia we’re talking about is a real person, but she rarely logs on during this possession. As the referee of the Holy Grail War, no one can truly harm Jeanne d’Arc. After the Holy Grail War ends, Lady Leticia might be able to escape unscathed,” Wang Chong said.

“Mr. Wang Chong… I’m just a high school student, you’re really pushing me too hard…” A soft voice came from Jeanne’s mouth, and her originally gentle expression began to become energetic and vibrant. Wang Chong could tell at a glance that this was Leticia in disguise.

"Besides, didn't Lady Jeanne say that she would protect your life and strip away your Servant power once she determined that you were about to be eliminated? Then you would be protected and wouldn't have to worry about the dangers of the Holy Grail War," Leticia said.

"Jeanne...is this the Lady Leticia?" Artoria also noticed that Jeanne's tone was abnormal, and quickly connected it with what Wang Chong had just said, and asked.

"Hmm." Wang Chong nodded, then sighed and said, "How about this, the Greater Grail or the Lesser Grail, they are essentially derivatives of magic spells. I possess Caster's power and knowledge, so perhaps I can analyze your physical condition and find a way for you to live?"

“Yes, the Servant that Mr. Wang Chong is possessing is a Caster-class Servant after all, so there might actually be a way. Alice, why don’t you give it a try?” Artoria quickly chimed in from the side.

"Well... alright." Irisviel hesitated for a moment, then nodded. After all, if she could live and watch Ilya grow up, why wouldn't she want to live? So, Irisviel extended her hand for Wang Chong to hold, and Wang Chong began to pretend to sense the changes within Irisviel's body.

……

"What's wrong? Why did you suddenly stop moving?"

Just when Jeanne Alter thought she was about to experience the pain of losing her virginity, Wang Chong suddenly stopped. Because there was no response, Jeanne Alter looked at Wang Chong and found him seemingly deep in thought.

The girl's questioning voice pulled Wang Chong back to reality from his reverie. He had just used his memories to calm himself, forcefully suppressing his burning desire. He knew this was his most special servant's first experience, and he wanted this sweet-tasting girl to experience the greatest happiness. Therefore, regaining his composure, Wang Chong cupped the girl's face in his hands, gazing deeply into her golden eyes.

“Tell me, are you willing to give yourself to me, Jeanne d'Arc Alter?” His voice was deep and magnetic, each word seeming to strike directly at Jeanne d'Arc Alter’s heart.

Jeanne Alter was stunned. She had never thought about this question before, or rather, she had never faced it head-on. At that moment, memories flooded back: the disdain and hostility she felt when she first met Wang Chong (FGO Chapter 1: The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon), the stirrings of her heart when they first met and signed their contract (FGO event: Da Vinci and the Seven Counterfeit Servants), the growing affection that gradually developed during their time together (Christmas arc, 1.5 Shinjuku arc, swimsuit event, etc.), and the deep-seated longing for this feeling that she had never openly acknowledged...

Tears welled up in her eyes without her realizing it. This time, Jeanne Alter didn't deny it like before. Like a child who had received a precious treasure, she nodded vigorously, her voice choked with emotion: "I do... I've always done..."

A flicker of surprise crossed Wang Chong's eyes, quickly replaced by tenderness. He lowered his head and kissed Black Joan of Arc's red lips once more. The long, passionate kiss echoed throughout the room. Their tongues intertwined, exchanging saliva.

At that very moment, Wang Chong, supporting his engorged desire, slowly pushed it into the narrow passage. Upon encountering a barrier, Wang Chong knew this was the crucial moment. He used both hands to caress Jeanne d'Arc's delicate body, bringing her to her most vulnerable state, while his passionate kisses further diverted her attention. Feeling a surge of heat engulfing his desire, Wang Chong knew the time had come.

At that very moment, Wang Chong thrust forward, his thick, hard member penetrating Jeanne d'Arc Alter to the hilt. "Ugh..." Jeanne d'Arc Alter groaned softly. Even with all the foreplay and attention-grabbing, her body still twitched in response. The initial pain made even Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who could endure sword wounds, wince, yet she still felt a strange sense of happiness and satisfaction.

Wang Chong stopped what he was doing, waiting for Jeanne d'Arc Alter to adjust. He released her lips, gently stroked the girl's face, and softly comforted her, "It's alright now, sweetie, relax a little."

Jeanne Alter tried to regulate her breathing to alleviate the pain in her lower body as much as possible. As time passed, the stinging sensation gradually subsided, replaced by a strange feeling of fullness.

"It seems...not so painful," Jeanne Alter said shyly, her voice carrying a hint of relief.

Upon hearing this, Wang Chong began to move slowly. Each thrust brought a subtle pleasure, stimulating their nerves like an electric current. Black Jeanne bit her lower lip, trying to suppress her moans. But as Wang Chong's movements became more fluid, her body began to honestly respond to his thrusts.

"Mmm...ah..." Jeanne d'Arc Alter finally couldn't hold back any longer, and intermittent moans escaped from the corners of her mouth. Her voice was charming and alluring, making Wang Chong's blood boil. Wang Chong quickened his pace, each thrust penetrating to the very end. He could clearly feel the tightness and warmth of Jeanne d'Arc Alter's inner walls, and each friction brought him ultimate pleasure.

"Do you like it?" Wang Chong asked, looking down as he moved rhythmically.