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

Irisviel's eyes were completely captivated. She obediently lowered her head, opened her small mouth, and swallowed the Noble Phantasm, which was covered in bodily fluids. The fishy smell emanating from the Noble Phantasm made her feel uncomfortable at first, but she quickly got used to the smell and began to suckle vigorously.

Wang Chong sighed comfortably, stroking Irisviel's hair encouragingly, "Well done, my Irisviel." Praised, Irisviel worked even harder, her tongue nimbly exploring every corner of the treasure.

"Mmm..." Irisviel made indistinct sounds, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth and onto the skin of her chest. Sometimes she swallowed the entire Noble Phantasm deep into her throat, sometimes she spat it out and only held the tip in her mouth, her tongue circling the umbrella-shaped edge.

Wang Chong was thoroughly enjoying the service, placing his hands on Irisviel's head and arching his back to match her rhythm. "You learn so quickly. You're practically born for this kind of thing," he exclaimed, reaching out to knead Irisviel's full breasts.

Irisviel let out a few muffled groans, but did not resist Wang Chong's caresses. Her tongue focused on attacking the sensitive spot at the tip of the artifact, while the inside of her mouth massaged the entire artifact. Under such superb technique, Wang Chong quickly felt the urge to ejaculate.

"Drink it all." Wang Chong grabbed Irisviel's hair and pressed her head down so she couldn't break free. Irisviel gagged a few times, but still tried to swallow the gushing thick liquid.

After a long while, Wang Chong slowly drew out his treasure. Irisviel was panting heavily, a strand of silver hair still clinging to the corner of her mouth.

After this was over, Wang Chong sat on the ground and waved his hand, stopping the surrounding tide of vengeful spirits. He realized that continuing would not significantly increase his corruption level. It was time to move on to the next step.

Wang Chong understood that Irisviel's current cooperation stemmed not only from her own immersion in pleasure and gradual conditioning, but also from her ability to vent her pain. He knew that the repeated blows of the real world had, to some extent, closed off Irisviel's heart. If he wanted to completely destroy her spirit, it seemed he needed to untie some of her inner knots and break through her closed-off state.

Therefore, Wang Chong stopped the tide of vengeful spirits, giving Irisviel a chance to catch her breath and clear her mind. With her pain vented, reason would return. Irisviel would then have to consider how to break free from the predicament in reality, within this dream from which she might never awaken. Of course, Wang Chong also played a role in this; don't forget that he had used his power beyond Heaven to place numerous hints within Irisviel's body.

"Boom..."

Intimate kisses rang out as Irisviel sat nestled in Wang Chong's lap, pressing close to him and kissing and licking his cheeks. She even used her hand to straighten his treasure, willingly allowing it to enter her flower-splattered, moist passage.

"Ah..." A hint of excitement flashed in Irisviel's eyes, and she even began to move her hips up and down on her own. This, however, left Wang Chong somewhat bewildered.

"Looks like the momentum's still there... Oh well, it wouldn't be good to suddenly wake up. I'll slowly gather all that evil energy away." Wang Chong pressed on Irisviel's waist and began a new round of work.

Irisviel bounced up and down with Wang Chong's movements, her full breasts pressed tightly against his chest. This position allowed the Noble Phantasm to penetrate to its maximum, each thrust reaching its deepest point. Irisviel was quickly driven mad, only able to utter broken moans. "Ah...too deep...it's going to break..."

Wang Chong held Irisviel's buttocks, increasing the force and speed of his thrusts. A squelching sound filled the air as they joined, and Irisviel's juices splashed everywhere with each movement. Irisviel's body responded with unwavering devotion, her flower-like passage clenching tightly around his member, as if trying to absorb it. Wang Chong groaned softly with pleasure, his hands, which had been supporting Irisviel's buttocks, now kneaded her supple labia.

As the exercise continued, Irisviel felt increasingly frequent stimulation. She threw her head back, letting out high-pitched screams, her whole body trembling spasmodically. Wang Chong was also stimulated by her reaction, becoming even more vigorous, each thrust slamming deep inside her.

"Again... Ugh! No... I can't take it anymore!" Irisviel groaned incoherently, her fingernails leaving red marks on Wang Chong's back. Wang Chong ignored her pleas and just kept sprinting faster.

Finally, after a series of rapid thrusts, Wang Chong could no longer hold back. With a low growl, he poured all his scalding desire into the place where Ilya had once lived. Irisviel screamed as her passage contracted violently, squeezing out the last seed.

The two sat embracing, panting. Irisviel's body was flushed with the afterglow of passion, her face languid. Wang Chong kissed her tenderly, stroking her long hair with one hand. This time, Wang Chong held Irisviel down, allowing her to calm down in his reassuring embrace, no longer focusing all her attention on the act.

Chapter 194 The Dream Reappears (Part 2)

"Why should I believe you? How could I not know what kind of tricks you heretical Servants have come up with?" Kiritsugu Emiya said in a deep voice.

"Stretch out your hand," the mysterious man suddenly said, extending his right hand.

Kiritsugu Emiya didn't understand what the other party meant and didn't rush to act. The mysterious man continued, "Didn't you want me to prove that I'm not with them? Then extend your hand and use contract magic. You'll understand."

"Hmm?" Kiritsugu Emiya frowned, reached out and began to tentatively use the magic of the contracted Servant. Soon, Kiritsugu Emiya sensed the contract link that was about to be transmitted from the other side.

"This is...? You don't have a Master? How is this possible?" Kiritsugu Emiya wanted to break the contract immediately, but someone was faster than him and broke the contract magic's activation process first.

"I have the ability to act independently. My mission is not to fight in any Holy Grail War. I have no interest in the Holy Grail," the mysterious man said.

"Your mission... is it to make me cooperate with you to kill people?" Kiritsugu Emiya said.

"Yes."

"Who?"

“Caster. Of course, he’s not just a Servant; he’s a real person,” the mysterious man said.

"Why? Is it because of what you just said, that he is the mastermind behind everything?" Kiritsugu Emiya said in a deep voice.

“Because he shouldn’t exist, my only goal is to destroy him.” After saying that, the mysterious man paused and continued, “However, he is indeed the true Master of those Servants.”

“I have some special methods to track his location. Without a doubt, I have observed him contacting those otherworldly Servants several times.” The mysterious man finished speaking and continued, “Also, as I just said, he has never been a so-called Servant, but a Master. But he has hidden this information from you. His real and effective Servant is indeed a Caster-class Servant, but not himself. I have a picture to prove this to you.”

After speaking, the mysterious man used magic to unfold a memory scene, which was the first time he ambushed Wang Chong and Joan of Arc at Yuanzang Mountain. He stabbed Wang Chong and threw him off the cliff. At this moment, Joan of Arc revealed her spirit clothes and fought him. In order not to get entangled, he immediately retreated.

"Do you understand? That man originally had no combat abilities befitting a Servant, and he wasn't a Servant at all. On the contrary, the guy you've always considered the Caster Master is the real Servant. Think back to what happened on the first night. Don't you think it's a bit too much of a coincidence? You fired your gun instantly after I fired, and soon after, on the second night, news spread that you were an Another Servant Master, using your shooting at the Caster group on the first night as evidence," the mysterious man said.

"..." Of course, Kiritsugu Emiya knew the guilt pinned on him. He had extracted information about these crimes one by one from Kirei Kotomine while he was being hunted down by him.

“Because I was also hiding in the sewers, I happened to witness your conversation with that person from the church. That's why I was able to see things objectively. Without that guy's confirmation, you wouldn't have been blamed at all. Or rather, you wouldn't have been implicated,” the mysterious man said. “The other party knows you very well, and even knows your actions. This is a premeditated frame-up. And the one who could have done this could not possibly be the bystander Tokiomi Tohsaka, but only the guy who orchestrated the whole thing and concealed his identity.”

……

"Mr. Wang... Mr. Wang Chong... why did you stop?"

In the dimly lit space, after an unknown amount of time, Irisviel wrapped her arms around Wang Chong and tried to wriggle around, but Wang Chong stopped her.

"Mrs. All that's enough."

Wang Chong, once again channeling his acting prowess, began his performance. He looked at Irisviel with a mixture of reluctance and guilt, and said, "Mrs. Irisviel, you should know, now... there are no more vengeful spirits."

"..." Irisviel's previously dazed gaze turned somewhat forlorn and lost at this moment, as if she had lost her goal and motivation. She was well aware of this; back when they were passionately engaged in their activity, she had noticed that the howling of those vengeful spirits around her had ceased, and she had also noticed that Wang Chong's domineering and evil aura was gradually disappearing, and his movements were becoming increasingly gentle.

But Irisviel deceived herself; she wanted to continue until she woke up from this dream. Now that she knew it was just an absurd dream, why not let herself go? Besides, since the dream hadn't ended, it meant that only that large wave of vengeful spirits had just subsided; the vengeful spirits of Fuyuki were far from being completely purified.

However, while Irisviel could deceive herself, the man before her clearly had no such intention. This left Irisviel feeling dejected, yet she leaned even closer to him, driven by a strange sense of trust. Perhaps it was this self-reproach that made Irisviel admire and trust him even more.

"Madam, I..."

"Shh, no need to say anymore, this is fine, this is fine..." Irisviel didn't loosen her arms, but said softly, "I don't blame you at all, on the contrary... don't you think I'm a shameless woman?"

"How could this be... You've gone to such lengths for this. In my heart, you will always be that noble, loyal, and charming wife," Wang Chong praised without reservation.

"Noble and loyal?" Irisviel gave a bitter laugh. Did she truly deserve such words now? Her body was still enveloped by his Noble Phantasm, intimately connected to him. In fact, she was now actively yearning for him. Irisviel was fully aware of her own feelings; she realized her heart had subtly shifted, but Wang Chong's words were like two thorns, piercing her soul.

“You will always be the most beautiful wife in my heart, which is why I have been so rough with you… um!” Wang Chong was about to continue speaking, but at this moment Irisviel took the initiative to cover Wang Chong’s mouth, preventing him from speaking.

"Hahahahaha..."

The two kissed passionately, their voices echoing in the empty space. After a long while, their lips parted, a thin strand of moisture connecting them. Irisviel looked directly at Wang Chong, a gentle smile on her face, and said, "That way, it's not your fault. I am such a shameless woman, it was...it was I who seduced you."

Despite the unpleasant meaning behind her words, Irisviel's innocent and gentle smile vanished in an instant, causing Wang Chong, still acting, to waver. Especially since Irisviel's words clearly indicated she didn't want him to continue blaming himself.

Damn it, does this woman even know what she's doing? This is even more... more intoxicating than real seduction, it's trying to completely destroy this sacredness!

Wang Chong suppressed his sadistic urges, trying to remain calm. However, a man's body is just as honest. The Noble Phantasm trembled excitedly at Irisviel's words, and Irisviel, who had already made love with Wang Chong countless times in this dream, immediately sensed the man's change. Her face flushed slightly, and she began to sway her hips gently, a strange sense of satisfaction and joy rising in her heart.

If Wang Chong were to activate his Eye of Depravity at this moment, he would easily discover that Irisviel's favorability rating is steadily rising from 70 to 71 and 72.

"Mrs. Irisviel, it's been a long time, you should get some rest. Otherwise, if another wave of vengeful spirits comes later, I'm worried you won't be able to handle it," Wang Chong said quickly, having also noticed Irisviel's subtle movements.

"So there really is more... Right, the vengeful spirit. Speaking of which, this dream occurred after the Holy Grail War had ended, when Kiritsugu Emiya wished for the Holy Grail, causing the destruction of Fuyuki. That is, it should have happened in the future... I originally thought this dream was just a nightmare I had for no reason after hearing those messages last night. But now it's back again, and this dream is so real... Could it be a premonition?" Irisviel couldn't help but think.

At this moment, the subtle influence within Irisviel began to take hold, causing her to mistake the dream for a prophetic dream. Following this line of thought, Irisviel suddenly realized a crucial point: "Since this dream is a prophetic dream, then... could I use it to ask this future Mr. Wang Chong about what might happen on the fourth night tomorrow?"

Chapter 195 The Dream Reappears (The End)

“Well, Mr. Wang Chong… just sitting here like this feels a bit strange… how about we talk about something else?” Irisviel awkwardly changed the subject, after all, she wasn’t good at getting information out of people. But Wang Chong naturally saw through Irisviel’s meaning at a glance. In fact, he had deliberately facilitated what Irisviel wanted to ask him, so he nodded and said, “Well, what would you like to talk about, Madam?”

“I…” Irisviel was about to ask Ilya directly, but then she felt it would be too strange to ask directly, so she paused and said, “Actually, for some reason, my memory of what happened in the past few days is a bit blurry. Do you remember what happened?”

"I vaguely remember... Which night do you want to know?" Wang Chong asked.

"About... the fourth night, when we were preparing to enter that castle." Irisviel was somewhat uncertain; would this future timeline be the same as the current one?

“This…” Wang Chong frowned, not answering directly, as if he had some deep concerns.

"What's wrong? What exactly happened on the fourth night?" Seeing Wang Chong's appearance, Irisviel had a bad feeling and quickly asked.

"Alas, what Madam really wants to know is the whereabouts of your daughter, Ilya, isn't it?" Wang Chong sighed and said.

“It’s…Ilya, could it be…” Irisviel’s heart clenched at Wang Chong’s expression. Could it be that Ilya was indeed already…

“I don’t know…” Wang Chong shook his head, giving an ambiguous answer. But Irisviel was somewhat unconvinced, and said with a wry smile, “Mr. Wang Chong, you don’t need to worry about me. Even… even the worst news, I… can handle it. After all, I have nothing to worry about now, don’t I? I’m already dead.”

“…Perhaps Illya is indeed like that now. After all, with such a massive fire in Fuyuki, and without our protection, and with Kiritsugu Emiya gone mad, Illya, such a young child, probably couldn’t possibly… But, I truly didn’t lie to you, Madam. I genuinely don’t know Illya’s whereabouts. Because we failed on the Fourth Night.” Wang Chong sighed and said.

"Huh? Failure?" Irisviel looked at Wang Chong in disbelief. They already had the King of Heroes, Jeanne d'Arc, Saber, and Mr. Wang Chong, yet they still failed?

"Could it be that the powerful being capable of hunting True Ancestors did not arrive? Or is the strength of that True Ancestor even more terrifying than we imagined, which is why we all failed?" Irisviel couldn't help but ask.

"No, that powerful being helped us defeat the True Ancestor, but that was all. We... were defeated in the Servant War," Wang Chong shook his head and said.

“How could that be? Saber has already regained her Noble Phantasm, hasn’t she? And since that Progenitor has been defeated, with Jeanne d’Arc and Ruler’s help, we shouldn’t be able to lose,” Irisviel quickly said.

"That's it, madam. Because of me, Saber, Jeanne d'Arc... the three of us fell into a trap and were sealed in a room with you. Because the barrier was too overpowered, if the damage output was too high, we would all be buried along with the entire room. If the damage output was too low, we simply couldn't break through it. We were trapped in that barrier for too long, which eventually led to the other Servants being defeated one by one."

"After that, the barrier was opened by the enemy, and the Another Servants surrounded us. It was Jeanne d'Arc who led us to break through the encirclement... but we also completely lost the chance to defeat the Another Servants. We also failed to rescue Miss Illya," Wang Chong explained.

"How could that be... Is there any barrier that Mr. Wang Chong, as a Caster, cannot resolve?" Irisviel asked.

"There's no way around it. This barrier has been enhanced by the rules, so it's very difficult to break through it by force unless its conditions are met. The more difficult the conditions are to fulfill, the better the effect is usually, and the harder it is to break through using magic principles. This is already a relatively uncommon application of magic, similar to incantations. We have no way to break through the door except by fulfilling its conditions," Wang Chong explained.

"Conditions? What are the conditions?" Irisviel asked.

“…This.” Wang Chong hesitated, not speaking. Irisviel could tell that Wang Chong must know, but what kind of condition could make him so troubled?

However, at that moment, many shrill screams rang out, indicating that another wave of vengeful spirits had finally arrived. Upon hearing those screams, Irisviel understood that she could only ask so many questions for now.

“The vengeful spirits are coming again. Madam, you…” Wang Chong hesitated for a moment, then didn’t finish his sentence. Irisviel saw Wang Chong’s hesitation and shook her head, saying, “I’ve already said it, it was I who seduced Mr. Wang Chong.”

As she spoke, Irisviel began to writhe, allowing Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm to rapidly penetrate her already tingling and itchy passage. Gradually, Irisviel began to breathe heavily.

“If we had acted sooner, perhaps Mr. Wang Chong wouldn’t have fallen into that… ah… into that kind of madness.” Irisviel’s snowy peaks rubbed against Wang Chong’s body as she placed her hands on his shoulders.

“Okay…” This time, Wang Chong didn’t hesitate any longer. He picked up Irisviel and stood up, letting her entire weight rest on the Noble Phantasm. Irisviel gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around Wang Chong’s neck to avoid falling. Then, she raised her long legs and wrapped them around Wang Chong’s waist.

Wang Chong steadied himself and began to toss Irisviel's body up and down. Irisviel rose and fell with his movements, her flower path swallowing and releasing the enormous treasure. She had to put more weight on Wang Chong, which allowed the treasure to penetrate deeper and more forcefully.

"Ah...it's too deep...slow down..." Irisviel pleaded, but this only fueled Wang Chong's lust. He held Irisviel's buttocks and thrust faster, each thrust almost lifting her up.

Irisviel's moans grew louder, and her flower path contracted more violently. She felt as if she were floating on clouds, each descent penetrating to the deepest core of her flower, bringing unparalleled pleasure.

At this moment, the vengeful spirits also successfully arrived at this place, and were absorbed by the broken King's Blade stuck in the ground, which transformed into resentment. This resentment was then absorbed into Wang Chong's body, thus continuously arousing Wang Chong's evil nature.

However, as Irisviel said, because they had already been doing this from the beginning, there was an outlet for their frustration. Therefore, aside from feeling that Wang Chong's actions had become a bit rougher, nothing too extreme happened to Irisviel. Rather... having endured that kind of rough treatment for so long, Irisviel's body had already firmly memorized the pleasure derived from it.

Wang Chong felt Irisviel's supple body as he walked and moved in circles, as if showing off his stamina. Irisviel bounced up and down with his steps, her moans growing louder and louder.

"It's so good... I really can't take it anymore..." she pleaded, her voice trembling with tears, but the waves of pleasure rendered her speechless.

Wang Chong lowered his head and nibbled at Irisviel's neck and collarbone, leaving hickeys on her snow-white skin. "This is just the beginning, my wife. I'll let you experience all the ways you can't even imagine," he said in a low voice, pulling Irisviel even tighter in his arms.

Irisviel was so weak from the impact that she could only helplessly dig at Wang Chong's shoulders with her fingernails. But this level of pain only excited Wang Chong more, and he increased the speed of his thrusts, wishing he could penetrate Irisviel completely.

The air echoed with the sounds of flesh colliding and water splashing, mingled with Irisviel's intermittent moans, as if the screams of the surrounding vengeful spirits were about to be drowned out. This position, though physically demanding, brought unparalleled pleasure. Before long, Irisviel reached her climax again, throwing her head back and letting out a long scream. Her vagina contracted violently, almost causing Wang Chong to lose control of his magic.

Wang Chong let out a muffled groan, barely suppressing the urge to unleash his Noble Phantasm. After withdrawing it, he placed Irisviel on the ground, readjusted himself to the scholarly posture, and placed his hands on Irisviel's plump buttocks, caressing them thoroughly before patting her buttocks with satisfaction. Then, he once again aimed his Noble Phantasm at the gushing spring and plunged it all the way in.

"Ah—" Irisviel let out a pleasurable groan, actively twisting her waist in search of more.

Wang Chong, aroused by her initiative, gripped Irisviel's waist and began to thrust vigorously. This position perfectly suited their body curves, allowing each thrust to reach the deepest point. Irisviel was driven mad by the pleasure, only able to moan instinctively.

"It's too deep...it's going to pierce through me..." she cried out, her body behaving uncontrollably, involuntarily arching back to meet Wang Chong's thrusts. Her reaction only fueled Wang Chong's ferocity, each stroke grinding fiercely against the protruding flesh inside her passage, eliciting incessant moans of pleasure from Irisviel.

"Do you like this position? Tell me," Wang Chong teased, while vigorously exercising. Irisviel blushed deeply but still answered truthfully, "I like it…this position feels so good…I want more…"

Wang Chong smiled with satisfaction, grabbed Irisviel's arms with both hands, and began to pull harder, slamming her against the deepest gate of the city wall with each thrust. Irisviel trembled violently from the impact, and clear spring water gushed out uncontrollably.

Just as the two were getting into the swing of things, a small, wraith drifted over. For some reason, it wasn't immediately targeted by the Ruined King's Blade, but instead came directly in front of Irisviel.

“m……m……”

"Ha... Ah... Uh?" Irisviel heard a strange sound and opened her eyes, suddenly noticing the vengeful spirit floating around her. But the moment she saw it, her body involuntarily stiffened.

"m...Mom?" The vengeful spirit was none other than Ilya.

Chapter 196 Despair Arrives for the Wife

In the sewer of Fuyuki City

After listening to the mysterious man's analysis, Kiritsugu Emiya remained silent for a long time. Finally, he raised his head and said, "Even if I cannot refute your logic, I do not believe that what you say is necessarily the truth. I am more accustomed to judging with my own eyes."

“Yes, I think so too.” However, the mysterious man wasn’t surprised by Kiritsugu Emiya’s answer, as if he knew Kiritsugu Emiya was that kind of person. He simply said, “How about this, haven’t you always focused on Tokiomi Tohsaka? Believing that as long as you get rid of him, you can solve the problem of Another Servants to some extent? Well then, consider this my sincerity, I will help you kill Tokiomi Tohsaka, how about it?”

"You're helping me? With sincerity? I'm afraid it's not that simple." Kiritsugu Emiya didn't think this Servant in front of him would be so sincere. He could smell a similar aura between them—a ruthless ruthlessness in achieving their goals. Such a person wouldn't offer sincerity or selfless sacrifices.

"I'm not strong enough to fight that guy. I need your help. Of course, you're just a Master, so the help you can offer is very limited. Even if you form a contract with me, it won't help." The mysterious man paused, then continued, "But if we're talking about who among all Servants can truly pose a threat to that Caster, it has to be Gilgamesh who defeated him on the first night. And that... is why I chose to help you kill Tokiomi Tohsaka."

"You want me to strip Tokiomi Tohsaka of his Command Seals?" In an instant, Kiritsugu Emiya understood what the other party was thinking.

“That’s right. As long as I can cripple Tokiomi Tohsaka, I have a way to transfer his Command Seals to you. You’ve already lost your Servant, haven’t you? By killing Tokiomi Tohsaka, you’ll achieve your goal and gain a powerful Servant. I’ll also benefit from this, giving you the power to kill that Caster. It’s a good deal, isn’t it?” the mysterious man said.

“…Okay.” After thinking for a long time, Kiritsugu Emiya accepted the possibility.

"Hmph, a wise choice. Get some rest. In the morning, you can prepare or do whatever you want, I won't stop you. But you'll have to come back here tonight and cooperate with me." After saying this, the mysterious man placed a bag on the table and said, "This is your stuff." With that, the mysterious man leaped into the darkness and disappeared quickly.

After the other party left, Kiritsugu Emiya checked the package, which contained his weapons. It seemed that his weapons had been confiscated. Kiritsugu disassembled the firearms, carefully inspected them, and only after confirming that nothing had been tampered with did he feel relieved enough to reassemble them. He then put them back on his person, picked up his lantern, and prepared to head to his base in the sewers to rest.