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

"I...I like it..." Jeanne d'Arc Alter answered shyly, her eyes involuntarily focusing on the area where the two were intimately connected. Watching Wang Chong's "Noble Phantasm" moving in and out of her body, the visual impact gradually excited her. Wang Chong noticed Jeanne d'Arc Alter's gaze, and feeling smug, he became even more vigorous. His large hands climbed up the girl's full breasts, wantonly kneading those two soft mounds.

"Ah!" Jeanne d'Arc exclaimed, the tingling sensation from her nipples nearly making her lose consciousness. Her legs involuntarily wrapped around Wang Chong's waist, swaying in rhythm with his movements. Their breaths rose and fell, sweat soaking the sheets beneath them. The air in the room seemed to be ablaze, filled with the scent of hormones. Wang Chong lifted Jeanne d'Arc, making her straddle him. This position allowed his desire to penetrate even deeper, bringing unprecedented pleasure. Jeanne d'Arc rose and fell involuntarily, actively seeking more pleasure.

"Slow...slow down..." Jeanne d'Arc in black said intermittently, but her body was completely out of her control, and she worked even harder to move up and down in coordination with Wang Chong.

Wang Chong supported Jeanne d'Arc's waist, helping her stabilize her movements. At the same time, he kissed Jeanne d'Arc's sweet red lips again, using his tongue to invade every corner of the girl's mouth, silencing her moans.

Waves of pleasure surged, pushing the two to the peak of desire. Wang Chong felt his climax was imminent. He patted Jeanne d'Arc's buttocks, signaling her to prepare.

Jeanne Alter understood what was about to happen, feeling both fear and anticipation. She quickened her pace, wanting to reach climax with Wang Chong. Finally, after a deep penetration, Wang Chong let out a low growl, and scalding white fluid gushed out, drenching Jeanne Alter's deepest depths.

"Ahhh—" Jeanne d'Arc Alter screamed as she reached her peak, her whole body convulsing uncontrollably. Her deepest depths contracted repeatedly, as if trying to devour all of Wang Chong's essence.

The two embraced tightly, savoring the afterglow of reaching the summit. Jeanne Alter's face, streaked with tears and sweat, looked exceptionally beautiful in the candlelight.

Chapter 191 I Will Always Love Jeanne Alter

Time returned to the beginning, when Wang Chong's clone was examining Irisviel's body. The three people present waited anxiously for Wang Chong to give them a result.

“There is a way.” After a while, Wang Chong opened his eyes and suddenly spoke.

"Huh? Is there really a way?" Irisviel was clearly surprised to hear Wang Chong's words and quickly asked.

Wang Chong nodded, released his hand, and said, "Mrs. Irisviel, your body was indeed shaped into a vessel for the Lesser Grail, and the process began the moment you stepped onto this land. Unless you destroy its internal structure or stop the Holy Grail War, there is no other way."

"Doesn't that mean that if we want Alice to live, we have to stop this Holy Grail War?" Artoria frowned. For a moment, even she hesitated between her own wishes and Alice's life or death. How much more so for those who had come chasing the Holy Grail's desires.

"Hehe, there's really no way to fix the physical problem. But who says that if you want Madam to live, you have to rely on this body?" Wang Chong chuckled and said.

"Not dependent on the body... Wang Chong, do you mean...? Yes, Caster, your ability is to control the soul. Are you going to give Mrs. Alice a new body?" Jeanne also came back online at this time, and immediately realized what Wang Chong meant after hearing his explanation.

“That’s right, the Lesser Grail only binds to Irisviel’s body, but it doesn’t interfere with her soul. Therefore, as long as we create another android’s body, I can use my power to put Irisviel’s body into this new body…!” Wang Chong was excitedly talking about his idea, but before he could finish speaking, his expression suddenly froze.

"What's wrong?" Joan of Arc asked immediately after noticing Wang Chong's unusual behavior.

"No, it's nothing. The method is still the same as what I just mentioned, so it should be fine. It's just that because I was seeking knowledge about androids, it seems to have triggered some memories, causing a large amount of information to flood my mind, making me a little uncomfortable... It's alright, I just need to sort it out. Only after creating a suitable body can I carry out the next step of this plan. Ugh... This amount of information and knowledge is a bit too much for my brain. I need to find a quiet place to sort it out."

Wang Chong regained his composure, explained the reason, stood up, and, swaying slightly while leaning against the wall, quickly walked towards his room.

"Are you alright, Wang Chong?" Joan of Arc quickly got up and tried to help Wang Chong, but Wang Chong waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and then walked steadily toward the corner.

"Don't worry, give me one night, and I should be able to give you an answer. You can rest and wait for my news!" Wang Chong's last words echoed in the corridor.

“It seems we’ll have to trouble Mr. Wang Chong again. He helped me before, and now he’s helping Alice with the Lesser Grail. We both owe Mr. Wang Chong a great debt of gratitude,” Artoria said slowly.

“That’s just how Wang Chongjun is. Although he sometimes says he has ulterior motives and always puts his interests on the table, what he actually does really helps everyone. The reason he talks about it so much is probably just because he’s a little embarrassed or awkward,” Joan of Arc said with a light laugh.

“Comparatively speaking, it’s quite rare for him to be so frank. He’s much better than those seemingly virtuous but actually extremely selfish people at the previous meeting.” After Artoria finished speaking, she looked at Irisviel. Irisviel didn’t seem to care about any of this; her eyes were still more concerned about Illya’s condition.

"Mrs. Irisviel, you should get some rest. We'll only know the outcome tomorrow night. You need to be well-rested to face the challenges ahead." Joan of Arc understood that letting Irisviel continue to worry like this would likely have a negative impact on her health, so she advised her.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you." Irisviel had recovered her composure, and with a forced smile, she stood up and walked towards her room. Artoria, of course, wanted to escort her, so after nodding to Jeanne, she saw Irisviel back to her room.

"Sweet dreams, Mrs. Irisviel. And may the child be safe and sound," Joan prayed silently.

……

The reason Wang Chong moved so quickly earlier was because that was the exact time his main body encountered Jeanne d'Arc Alter in his room. Originally, Wang Chong could have multitasked, but after hearing Jeanne d'Arc Alter's almost heartfelt "cry," he lost focus on his clone. Therefore, after quickly dealing with the situation, he left his clone in the room pretending to be silent.

Right now, Wang Chong was lying on the bed with Black Jeanne d'Arc in his arms, both of them panting heavily, enjoying the afterglow of their vigorous activity. Their bodies were still connected, unwilling to separate.

"Are you comfortable?" Wang Chong asked softly, stroking Black Jeanne's sweaty back.

Jeanne d'Arc Alter nodded, her face still flushed from the climax. Wang Chong let out a long sigh and slowly withdrew from Jeanne d'Arc's body. A white, cloudy fluid immediately flowed from her parted vulva, dripping onto the sheets. Jeanne d'Arc couldn't help but look down at their joined bodies, watching the fluid slowly flowing from within her. Now that the passion had subsided and her mind had cleared somewhat, Jeanne d'Arc felt even more embarrassed by this scene, burying her head in Wang Chong's chest, too ashamed to speak.

“Rest for a while,” Wang Chong said, gently kissing Jeanne d'Arc’s forehead. “Tonight is still long.” Jeanne d'Arc nodded shyly, burying her head even deeper. She knew that tonight was destined to be a passionate, sleepless night. How could Wang Chong, so lovely and sweet, only indulge in Jeanne d'Arc once? He was determined to savor her beauty and explore everything about her again and again.

Outside the window, the moonlight remained bright. Inside the room, a new round of conquest was quietly unfolding…

As Wang Chong entered Jeanne d'Arc Alter once more, a new round of intense battle officially began. Jeanne d'Arc Alter let out pleasurable moans, passionately responding to the advances of her beloved man. The two lay embraced, their limbs intertwined, immersed in this sweet night.

The moonlight, like water, flowed quietly before the wide French windows. The sheer curtains fluttered, faintly illuminating the two figures entwined on the bed.

Wang Chong gently stroked Jeanne d'Arc's smooth back, feeling the delicacy and warmth of her skin. He slowly moved his body, changing to a side-entry angle. This angle made it easier for his desire to reach the small bulge deep inside her passage, bringing greater stimulation to Jeanne d'Arc.

"This place... feels so comfortable..." Jeanne d'Arc Alter squinted her eyes and tilted her head back to enjoy it. Her long white hair was spread out on the bed, blending seamlessly with her snow-white skin.

Wang Chong held Jeanne d'Arc's waist with one hand, while his other hand slid restlessly towards her breasts. He pinched one of her cherry-red nipples between two fingers and gently rubbed it. Jeanne d'Arc's nipple quickly became erect, pressing hard against his palm.

"Ah...no..." Jeanne d'Arc Alter refused against her will, but her body unconsciously moved towards Wang Chong's palm.

Wang Chong laughed and increased the pressure, speeding up his thrusts. Their breathing became increasingly rapid, and sweat soaked the sheets beneath them.

"Let's change positions," Wang Chong suggested, gently patting Jeanne d'Arc's buttocks.

Jeanne d'Arc (Black) obediently rolled over and lay face down on the bed. This position allowed her man to penetrate deeper and better appreciate her beautiful curves. Wang Chong grasped Jeanne d'Arc's breasts from behind, kneading them vigorously. At the same time, he thrust his lower body forcefully, each thrust slamming into Jeanne d'Arc's buttocks with a dull thud.

"Ugh...it's too deep..." Jeanne Alter uttered with difficulty, her voice a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her back was already soaked with sweat, glistening alluringly in the moonlight. Wang Chong leaned down and kissed the back of Jeanne Alter's neck. His tongue moved nimbly in circles, leaving behind trails of ambiguous moisture.

Over the next few hours, Wang Chong and Jeanne d'Arc tried many different positions. Sometimes they sat facing each other, sometimes she was on top, each taking the lead; sometimes he pressed Jeanne d'Arc against the windowsill, admiring the curves of her snow-white back; sometimes he lifted her up, letting her hang on him, and then walked back and forth in the room...

Each time they changed positions, Wang Chong would savor the exquisite body of Jeanne d'Arc Alter. He caressed her soft flesh, kneading her full buttocks; kissed her slender neck, and sucked on her rounded earlobes. Sweat soaked their bodies, adding extra lubrication to their touch.

"No...it's too sensitive there...!" Black Jeanne gasped repeatedly, her delicate cherry-red vulva being teased by Wang Chong's various stimulations. Her body trembled slightly from the continuous stimulation, her flower path constantly secreting fluid, soaking the floor. The two bodies were pressed tightly together like conjoined twins, each thrust bringing ultimate pleasure. Their lower bodies moved rhythmically, shuttling back and forth in the tight passage.

Jeanne d'Arc (Black) tilted her head back and cried out. Her hair was disheveled, draped over her shoulders, with a few strands clinging to her forehead, making her look incredibly sexy against her flushed face. The sounds of their heavy breathing and colliding bodies rose and fell, filling the room with an intense scent of hormones. Sweat dripped from their bodies, forming small damp patches on the carpet.

Wang Chong increased his speed, each thrust slamming heavily against Black Jeanne's tightly closed gates. He could clearly see his desire moving in and out of the girl's body, the visual stimulation making him even more excited. "I...I've reached...my limit again!" Black Jeanne screamed, reaching her peak once more, the sixth time in the past few hours. The layers of soft flesh began to contract violently, tightly enveloping and devouring Wang Chong's desire.

At the same time, Wang Chong reached his limit. He let out a low roar and penetrated Jeanne Alter one last time, pouring all his essence into the girl's body.

"Ha...ha..." Both of them returned to the bed, panting, and collapsed, unable to calm down for a long time. A cloudy fluid slowly flowed from the parted flower path, sliding down Jeanne d'Arc's inner thigh.

Wang Chong let out a long breath and turned to pull Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) into his arms. The two were naked, their bodies pressed intimately together. Jeanne d'Arc's head rested on Wang Chong's shoulder, the masculine scent of him filling her nostrils. "Are you tired?" Wang Chong asked softly, his large hand gently stroking the girl's back.

Jeanne Alter shook her head, a tired smile on her face: "Not tired at all, it feels so good to be with you."

Wang Chong lowered his head and kissed Jeanne d'Arc Alter's forehead, saying earnestly, "I will cherish you forever, Jeanne d'Arc Alter."

Jeanne d'Arc (Black) didn't speak, but simply snuggled closer to Wang Chong and closed her beautiful eyes. The satisfied and contented smile on her face already gave the best response. The two quietly enjoyed this rare moment of tranquility, eventually drifting off to sleep. The lovers, who had just experienced a passionate encounter, slept in each other's arms, both wearing happy smiles.

Chapter 192 The Dream Reappears (Part 1)

As night fell, Irisviel lay in her bed, unable to fall asleep. The events of the past two days had taken a heavy toll on her, leaving her tossing and turning, unable to find rest.

Her heart remained with the fortress in the sky, and with her daughter whose fate was unknown. After a series of upheavals and blows, Irisviel suddenly realized that the time she spent in that cramped castle was actually the most carefree time of her life. There was no need to consider the deceit and treachery of the outside world, no need to worry about betrayal and anxiety, and certainly no heartache and helplessness like she felt now.

As innocent as a blank sheet of paper, she could never truly understand why things had come to this point... Could she really escape unscathed from the vortex of this Holy Grail War?

"Go to sleep... If I fall asleep, I can forget all that pain." Irisviel comforted herself, trying hard not to think about those painful things and forcing herself to fall asleep.

"But...can dreams really bring me peace...and make me forget the pain?" Irisviel squinted. She suddenly remembered the two "nightmares" she had the previous two nights. She felt that she could not escape the pain, whether in reality or in dreams, as if this Holy Grail War was her destined suffering.

After a long, long time... a belated weariness finally crept onto Irisviel's face. Irisviel's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she finally drifted off to sleep. At that moment, a wisp of black mist slowly seeped from Irisviel's chest, then enveloped her entire body.

……

"Hmm... Ah... What's wrong with me?"

In a daze, Irisviel slightly opened her eyes. She felt her body temperature rising, as if she were in a hot spring. It felt very comfortable and light. Something was pressing down on her, and a constant stream of pleasurable and satisfying sensations were being transmitted to her drowsy brain.

"Ah...so comfortable, am I in heaven? No...I think I was sleeping? Why am I here?" As her consciousness gradually returned, Irisviel realized something was wrong, and her blurry vision began to clear. It was pitch black all around, yet it looked somewhat familiar. At that moment, Irisviel finally discovered what the "thing" pressing down on her actually was.

"Eh... Mr. Caster?" The moment she murmured the name, Irisviel's cloudy eyes cleared completely. She finally knew where she was.

"Wait, Cas... Ugh!!" And because Irisviel was now fully conscious, the pleasure of penetration was amplified instantly. The intense stimulation from the friction against the layers of soft flesh rendered Irisviel speechless.

Irisviel finally realized two things. First, she was indeed in a dream. Second, if she wasn't mistaken, the dream she was having now was a continuation of the previous dream.

That's why I did what I did with Wang Chong.

"Stop...stop it, Ca...no, Mr. Wang Chong!" Irisviel tried to resist, but the pleasure and excitement in her body made her unable to make any resistance. Her legs had even unconsciously locked around his waist, wanting him to penetrate her deeper and disturb her.

Forget about physical resistance; under the constant onslaught of pleasure and stimulation, even her consciousness began to voice a different opinion: "Isn't it good to just wallow in this? The outside world is already painful enough, why not enjoy it to the fullest in dreams?"

"Anyway, it's just a dream, it's not real... Besides, Mr. Wang Chong in real life has always been so good to me, even if he really did something like that, it's forgivable, right?"

"Let it continue like this. Shouldn't I accept this kind of punishment in the dream? Do you want Mr. Wang Chong to suffer forever?"

Such distracting thoughts swirled in her mind, refusing to dissipate. And because of this, Irisviel's current state was like that of a frog being slowly boiled in water; the longer it dragged on, the more unable she was to extricate herself. Yes, in every sense of the word.

Irisviel's thoughts wavered between desire and reason; her body was no longer under her control, completely immersed in this intense intercourse. Wang Chong's movements grew increasingly violent, each thrust seeming to penetrate her completely.

"No...don't continue..." Irisviel uttered words of refusal, yet she felt no resistance whatsoever. On the contrary, her limbs clung tightly to Wang Chong, yearning for deeper, more intense pleasure. Even her voice betrayed boundless allure.

Wang Chong leaned down, took Irisviel's earlobe into his mouth, a wicked glint in his eyes, and whispered, "You say you don't want it, but you're biting even harder down there."

Irisviel felt even more ashamed upon hearing this, even though she knew it was a dream, even though she knew the person before her had been completely aroused and was no longer the original Wang Chong. But Irisviel could not deny the real sensations her body was experiencing, nor could she refuse the pleasure he was giving her. Her vaginal canal contracted even tighter, and warm, clear fluid gushed out continuously, thoroughly wetting the point where the two were joined.

"I'm tired...so tired...I don't want to think about those things anymore...that's it." Irisviel's rationality was finally crushed by desire. Or rather, after enduring a series of blows, Irisviel's heart and spirit were already incredibly fragile, to the point of despair, wanting to vent her pain completely. On the other hand, having lost her support, Irisviel at this moment desperately longed for someone new to rely on. Ilya could clearly only serve as a pillar of support for her soul, but not someone she could truly depend on.

Wang Chong's primal, bestial behavior completely awakened the animalistic instincts buried deep within humanity, causing Irisviel to unknowingly begin to rely on him, both in reality and in dreams. This was because he was currently the only man Irisviel could have prolonged contact with. In simpler terms, Irisviel had been subtly taken advantage of.

"Mmm...uh..." As another climax arrived, Irisviel let out a sweet, soft moan, her whole body trembling spasmodically. Wang Chong didn't stop there; instead, he increased his speed and began a new round of sprinting.

"Wait...wait a minute! Let me rest for a bit...ooh!" Irisviel pleaded weakly, but only received Wang Chong's more brutal treatment in return. His intense desire thrust in and out like a pile driver, almost sending her to the peak with each stroke.

Irisviel lost count of how much time had passed and how many orgasms she had experienced. She felt a surge of heat erupt within her once more, and at the same time, Wang Chong let out a low growl, scattering his burning desire seeds across the place where Ilya had once lived.

The two embraced, panting heavily. Irisviel's mind was blank; she had lost the ability to think. Looking at the malevolent energy emanating from the dim surroundings and listening to the howls of vengeful spirits, she knew this nightmarish "punishment" was far from over. More intense humiliation awaited her… Yet, a slight smile curved Irisviel's lips, and her eyes began to gaze directly at the man who constantly brought her pleasure.

When did my mind begin to break down...?

Chapter 193 Dream Reappears (Part 2)

Dazed and confused... until water dripped onto his face, the man who had been burdened with the blame for the entire Holy Grail War—Emiya Kiritsugu—finally awoke from his coma.

In the fleeting moment between sleep and wakefulness, Kiritsugu Emiya quickly regained his composure and focused his attention. A torrent of thoughts surged through his mind like crashing waves. Kiritsugu quickly recalled the scene before he lost consciousness: how he had forcibly used a three-stroke Command Spell to instruct Artoria to assassinate Tokiomi Tohsaka, believing that eliminating the ringleader would dispel all the rumors.

Unfortunately, all of this failed. Not only was it Saber's resistance and the sudden appearance of Berserker that forcefully stopped him, but more importantly, the Caster was able to forcibly sever his Servant bond with Saber. This not only forcibly interrupted the effect of his Command Seal, but also caused him to suffer a certain degree of backlash.

Because of the smell of blood he coughed up from his injury, Hassan, who was also hidden in the sandstorm, spotted him, and this time he couldn't escape and was captured. At that moment, Kiritsugu Emiya's last thought while unconscious was: Had he ultimately fallen short, losing this Holy Grail War?

Now that he has regained consciousness, Kiritsugu Emiya was first surprised that he was not dead, and then he was even more surprised that he did not seem to be bound or about to be interrogated.

"you're awake."

"who!"

Just as Kiritsugu Emiya was wondering what situation he was in, a voice rang out in the dim light, immediately putting him on alert. His first instinct was to draw his gun, only to find that his weapon had vanished.

"Don't be nervous. If I meant you any harm, you'd be a corpse by now." The hoarse voice came again, making it impossible for Kiritsugu Emiya to tell who it was. He only heard Kiritsugu say in a deep voice, "Hiding your head and showing your true colors, what exactly do you want?"

"Cha-"

A flame flickered in the darkness, and the hoarse-voiced owner lit the oil lamp with a burning match. In the lamplight, Kiritsugu Emiya squinted, finally able to make out the newcomer's appearance and the surrounding environment.

No wonder water was dripping on my face; this was the sewer system of Fuyuki City. I used to wander through these sewer areas to avoid those Hassans.

As for the other party, Kiritsugu Emiya only saw a guy wearing a cloak, completely covered up, who almost had the words "ill-intentioned" written all over his body.

“Cooperate with me and kill someone,” the mysterious man, whose face was unknown, said.

"You... yes, you're the Assassin Servant who appeared on the first night." At this moment, Kiritsugu Emiya finally remembered that the other party was the one who had caused him to be blamed. If he hadn't fired that shot and affected his judgment, how could he have gotten involved with these so-called heretics and been falsely accused of being the leader of an Heretic Master?

Seemingly sensing Kiritsugu Emiya's hostility and killing intent, the mysterious man let out a cold laugh and said, "Heh, you don't still believe in that so-called Otherworldly Servant and Otherworldly Master theory, do you?"

"What do you mean?" Kiritsugu Emiya asked in a deep voice.

"Those random Servants, from beginning to end, only had one Master—Caster, the guy you all thought was a normal Servant. You were all fooled by him," the mysterious man said.

……

Just as the mysterious Assassin revealed the truth, Wang Chong, as if sensing something, squinted his eyes and looked ahead in a certain direction. Since practicing the art of observing qi, he had become subtly more perceptive of so-called fortune and destiny. He could sense that the course of events was beginning to change.

"Heh, it's probably that henchman of the Suppression Force who's starting to cause trouble. I'm rather curious to see what other tricks you two will pull." Wang Chong had already left those two a backup plan. Even if they could pull off some kind of comeback, they would still falter at some crucial moment.

After that, Wang Chong stopped caring about those things and focused more on the present, on his white-haired wife who was kneeling before him, doing cleaning work and serving him.

[Eye of Depravity: Irisviel's current Depravity Level: 90%; Irisviel's current Favorability Level: 70.]

"The further you go, the more difficult it becomes to improve, but the effect is quite good. I'm afraid some people have never seen their wives like this in their entire lives." Wang Chong thought to himself as he pressed Irisviel's head down, making her suck on his Noble Phantasm.