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

"I must get news from Maiya as soon as possible... I can't keep running around like a mouse, completely clueless, anymore," Kiritsugu Emiya thought to himself.

……

“I...Ilya…”

Irisviel's face contorted with pain. There was no doubt about it; the brief surge of grief within her was the best proof. The small, vengeful figure that appeared before her was Illya. Even without seeing her face, Irisviel could recognize that this was the vengeful spirit of her daughter, Illya.

"Mom...Mom?" The vengeful spirit seemed to react and tried to get closer to Irisviel. Irisviel was about to step forward to touch it when she suddenly realized that her hands had already been pulled by Wang Chong. At this moment, she realized how unbearable her appearance was in front of her daughter.

"No! Ilya... Don't look! Waaah!" At that moment, Irisviel once again felt Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm constantly entering and exiting her passage. The intense stimulation was like a wave, constantly impacting Irisviel's brain, washing away the sorrow that had just risen in her heart.

“Mother…” Ilya’s vengeful spirit flickered, seemingly unaware of the actions before her. She only wanted to touch Irisviel in return, yet remained unable to get close. Irisviel couldn’t help but shed a tear. Enduring Wang Chong’s merciless touch, she reached out to Ilya, murmuring, “I’m sorry… Ilya… I’m sorry…”

Wang Chong naturally noticed Irisviel's struggle and deliberately thrust harder into her sensitive spots, pretending to be constantly losing control due to the evil energy. He then deliberately said, "Madam, please accept my condolences. Now that you have seen her finally put an end to one of her obsessions, let's send her away from this sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible."

After saying that, Wang Chong released one hand, intending to purify the "Ilya" in front of him.

"Wait, Mr. Wang Chong... wait a little longer... let me spend a little more time with Ilya... waah!" Irisviel pleaded.

“Madam, you should know that we are already overwhelmed with our own problems. Because of your daughter’s appearance, those evil spirits and resentments have become even stronger, as if they have found a new target for their venting… They want to punish you through your daughter. If this drags on any longer, let alone resisting the loss of control, I’m afraid I won’t even be able to let this little girl leave peacefully…” Wang Chong’s voice also sounded somewhat pained and restrained as he spoke.

Irisviel understood Wang Chong's meaning, but seeing her daughter, she simply couldn't bring herself to be cruel. Even though she knew it was just a dream, even though it was just...

“…I’m sorry, Mr. Wang Chong, please…punish me,” Irisviel said softly.

"Are you sure, Mrs. Irisviel?" Wang Chong asked again to confirm.

"Ugh..." Irisviel agreed while enduring the impact.

“A mother’s love is truly great… Madam, I will give myself a signal that I will not directly transform your daughter until I regain my senses. However, you must be prepared to face the possible brutality that may follow. I have no choice but to offend you…” Wang Chong said.

"No, thank you, Mr. Wang Chong... thank you... ugh!!" Before Irisviel could finish speaking, she felt Wang Chong's movements becoming more and more intense. Turning her head, she saw that a large amount of evil energy had gathered on Wang Chong's body, and he was already on the verge of a rational breakdown.

"It's all my fault... If I hadn't lost my composure... perhaps Mr. Wang Chong wouldn't have had to suffer that pain again." While blaming herself, Irisviel felt a faint, lingering expectation. Her body seemed to crave rough treatment more than gentleness.

"Hmph... What a touching scene of motherly love! Mrs. Alice, how could you not let your daughter see all of this?" A sinister voice rang out, and Irisviel trembled. She knew that Mr. Wang Chong behind her had begun to change.

"Ah!" Irisviel exclaimed in surprise, because she found herself with her back to Wang Chong, being lifted up by her legs by him. In an instant, all of Irisviel's frontal body parts and the part connected to Wang Chong were directly exposed to "Ilya".

"Come on, relax. How about letting your sweet daughter see how her mother gets aroused? Let her know just how much her mom enjoys being with a man?"

He asked with a wicked grin, slowing his movements to keep Irisviel focused. Irisviel covered her face and shook her head, tears streaming down her face; she still retained some of the dignity expected of a mother. But Wang Chong seemed completely unconcerned, as if he only wanted to utterly destroy Irisviel's spirit.

As the force intensified, Irisviel was manipulated until her entire body went limp, lying backward, passively enduring Wang Chong's thrusts. She closed her eyes, unwilling to face Ilya's presence, but the voices in her ears reminded her. "Mama... Mama..." The faint calls of "Ilya" brought Irisviel a piercing pain, a pain that tore at her heart amidst the intense pleasure. Irisviel felt as if her brain was splitting into two consciousnesses, one of joy and pleasure, the other of sorrow and anguish.

How she longed to reach out and hold the child teetering on the edge of death, but what right did she have to hope for that now? She lowered her head and closed her eyes, unable to look into Ilya's eyes any longer. Under the dual stimulation of pleasure and pain, nectar flowed from her flower cave, wetting the ground beneath her.

“Look how much your mother enjoys all of this,” Wang Chong mocked. “She’s a natural-born womanizer.”

Irisviel shook her head in despair, but she couldn't stop her body from reacting honestly. She felt a surge of intense pleasure and couldn't help but let out a groan.

Hearing her moans, Wang Chong thrust in and out even more vigorously. Irisviel's body swayed back and forth with his thrusts, her full, snowy breasts bouncing up and down. "See that? This is your mother's true face," Wang Chong said to Ilya as he continued his vigorous thrusts. "Remember this image of your mother."

Irisviel had given up resisting; tears streamed silently down her face. She finally understood why Mr. Wang Chong, in his lucid moments, had repeatedly asked her for confirmation. She felt her dignity crumbling bit by bit, replaced by a near-collapse-like numbness. She knew this was the price she had to pay for her choices. To endure these evil insults, to constantly destroy her own soul. All just... just so that this illusory daughter could appear before her a little longer.

As Irisviel nearly collapsed, Wang Chong also felt himself approaching his limit. He quickened his pace, each thrust slamming heavily into Irisviel's deepest point.

"Are you ready, my little (wife)?" he growled. "I'm about to unleash my Noble Phantasm!"

Irisviel shook her head helplessly, yet she knew that she had actually been anticipating this moment all along. Wang Chong's final, violent thrusts nearly pierced her; she felt the Noble Phantasm within her throbbing, fully poised to unleash its power.

"Ah...it's coming...give it all to me!" At that moment, Irisviel reached her peak and almost instinctively uttered these words. The passage tightened, and then she felt a stream of hot liquid being injected into the place where Ilya had been. Wang Chong let out a satisfied growl and lay panting on Irisviel's back.

"Mom..." Another voice came, drawing Irisviel's attention, who was still in a daze after the recent pleasure.

"Mom...did you betray Dad?" The original vengeful spirit materialized completely in the form of Ilya in an instant. Ilya's face was covered in shadows, but her expression was filled with disgust and hatred. This emotion also infected Irisviel, who was facing Ilya at that moment.

"No...that's not it! Ilya! That's not it!!" In that instant, Irisviel's heart seemed to break completely, and true despair filled her eyes.

"No...don't look at Mom like that!!" A mournful cry echoed throughout the space.

Chapter 197 Still Shocked

"I...Ilya! No...no! No! Don't look at Mommy like that!"

A gasp rang out from the room. Irisviel suddenly sat up in bed, her back soaked with sweat, as if she had been greatly frightened.

"Irisviel!" Just then, as she had done several mornings before, Artoria appeared in the room immediately upon hearing Irisviel's exclamation. But Irisviel seemed oblivious, as if she hadn't heard Artoria's voice at all, completely consumed by fear and trembling. She kept muttering to herself:

"No...Ilya...no..."

"Irisviel! Irisviel! Look at me!" Seeing this, Artoria quickly came to Irisviel's side, tightly grasping her hands, and continued, "Irisviel! Don't be afraid anymore, it was just a nightmare. Miss Ilya is still waiting for us to rescue her, it's alright! Irisviel!"

“Ilya…is waiting for us to rescue her? A dream?” Irisviel gasped for breath, looking at Artoria with a somewhat bewildered expression.

“Yes, Irisviel, you just had a nightmare. It’s alright, it’s all over now.” Artoria comforted Irisviel. She knew that Irisviel had been having nightmares these past few days, and last night she learned about the annihilation of her family and the unknown fate of her biological daughter. How could she not have such nightmares? Therefore, she had made preparations in advance and stood guard at Irisviel’s door early in the morning.

"A dream... just a dream?" Irisviel pulled one hand away and rubbed her forehead. Artoria, seeing Irisviel covered in sweat, took out a towel she had prepared beforehand and wiped the sweat from Irisviel's brow.

Just then, another figure appeared at Irisviel's door and asked, "What happened? Is Mrs. Irisviel alright?"

The person who arrived was Jeanne d'Arc, who had rushed over after hearing the commotion. Seeing Irisviel looking shaken and Artoria wiping away sweat beside her, she asked what was wrong.

“It’s alright. Ever since Alice got involved in the Holy Grail War, she’s had a habit of having nightmares,” Artoria explained to Jeanne. “After what happened to Alice yesterday, she must be extremely worried about her daughter Illya’s situation. What you think about during the day, you dream about at night, so that’s why she’s having nightmares about Illya. She was calling Illya’s name just now.”

"Did I...did I only call out Ilya's name?" Irisviel asked weakly.

"Hmm, yes... Alice, did you dream about other people too?" Artoria asked, puzzled.

"No...it's nothing, it's nothing." At this moment, Irisviel had completely recovered from her emotional breakdown. Looking at the sunlight streaming into the room through the window, the feeling of returning to the world of light felt strange.

"It's good that you're alright." Joan of Arc breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. She had thought some kind of enemy was attacking and had already prepared for battle. But thinking about it, it made sense. Wang Chong had set up a magical array around the entire house, so if there were any enemies, it was impossible for him not to notice them immediately.

"What a coincidence, you're all here." At that moment, the last man to appear in the house slowly walked in through the door and said.

"Ugh!" Upon hearing the other person's voice, Irisviel's delicate body trembled involuntarily, and she felt a warm current inadvertently seep out.

"Mr. Wang Chong, is there any progress on what happened last night?" Artoria asked immediately upon seeing Wang Chong's arrival.

"Don't worry, I've successfully figured out the plan. I just need to gather some materials, which might not be something I can do in a short time, at least not today," Wang Chong explained.

"Are you going out for a bit?" Joan of Arc asked with some concern.

“Yes, I know someone who works in this field. But I need to record my wife’s health data first, and then I’ll set off immediately… but there are two tricky things right now,” Wang Chong said, frowning.

"What is it?" Artoria asked.

“First, of course, we need to see if Madam’s current condition allows it. After all, if we need to create a new body, the measurements need to be extremely precise. I need to have complete knowledge of every part of Madam Irisviel… In other words, this is a very private matter. And judging from Madam’s appearance, it seems she had some bad nightmare. I’m not sure if she’s willing to accept it right now,” Wang Chong said.

"This... what will happen if we don't measure carefully? Can't we just use a rough estimate?" Artoria understood Wang Chong's implication. Back when she had clothes custom-made, several seamstresses meticulously measured her body, and that only included her limbs, shoulder width, waist circumference, and the like. If every single part had to be carefully examined, wouldn't that be...

“It’s not impossible, but you must understand that the soul and the body are inseparable. The more similar the bodies are, the less distortion and influence they will have on the soul. If possible, I still don’t recommend taking this risk,” Wang Chong said earnestly.

"This..." After hearing what Wang Chong said, Artoria didn't continue. Instead, she turned to Irisviel and asked, "Irisviel, what do you think?"

“I…” Irisviel understood Wang Chong’s meaning, but her mind wasn’t on whether she could have a new body. Although she was still somewhat shaken by the end of her nightmare, when the corrupted Wang Chong had committed such a crazy act in front of her daughter Ilya and been despised by her, Irisviel was more concerned about what she had learned from the dream about the root cause of their failure on the fourth night.

“If you feel it’s too much of a strain, then forget it. I can go and prepare all the materials first, and that will be the same,” Wang Chong said.

"...Mr. Wang Chong always accommodates me when it comes to matters concerning me... Even in my nightmares, he knows his requests are unreasonable, yet he still indulges me. Anyway, it's just a physical measurement; consider it a small compensation to Mr. Wang Chong in my nightmares." Irisviel herself didn't realize that she had long since blurred the lines between the Wang Chong in her dreams and in reality. Rather, it would be more accurate to say that Irisviel had begun to lose sight of the boundary between illusion and reality.

“No problem, I can accept it,” Irisviel replied after confirming her decision.

"Are you sure you're okay, Irisviel? Isn't this too much of a strain?" Artoria asked, confirming. Irisviel nodded, indicating that she was fine.

“Since Madam agrees, let’s begin shortly… However, there is a second troublesome matter that needs to be dealt with, but I’m afraid I’ll have to entrust it to you, Knight King,” Wang Chong said.

"What is it?" Artoria asked, puzzled.

“Miss Hisayu Maiya has woken up… Just a short while ago, I noticed some noise coming from her room. I managed to calm her down temporarily, but she doesn’t trust me… I’m afraid it will be up to you, Artoria, to handle this. Try your best to keep her calm, and also don’t tell her anything about the outside world or let her escape, as we’re unsure if she’ll stand with us.” Wang Chong said in a deep voice.

“This… I understand. I’ll handle things over there. But even for me, I’m afraid the most I can do is keep an eye on Miss Maiya. If anyone wants to persuade her, it will probably be Alice.” Artoria nodded, then stood up and walked towards the room where Hisa Maiya was.

Looking at the three people in the room, Wang Chong said to Joan of Arc, "Joan of Arc, you help Mrs. Irisviel get ready. I'll be facing away from you." With that, Wang Chong turned his back to the two of them, took out a black cloth, and blindfolded himself again.

Wang Chong's act of avoiding suspicion clearly won the favor and reassurance of the two people present, so Joan of Arc gave Irisviel a nod. Irisviel naturally cooperated by getting up, and then, with Joan of Arc's help, took off her clothes and wiped the sweat off her body.

Chapter 198 Measuring Body Data

“That’s enough, Wang Chongjun, you can turn around now,” Joan of Arc said at this moment.

Wang Chong then turned around and easily approached the bedside. Although his eyes were covered, for someone of his current strength, losing his sight didn't significantly affect his judgment of his surroundings. However, upon reaching the window, Wang Chong didn't rush to act immediately, but instead assessed the situation before him.

“Joan of Arc, why don’t you go help the Knight King? With more people here, I’m afraid Madam… her breathing is too rapid. Oh, and if possible, put two towels over those two spots,” Wang Chong said.

Joan of Arc looked at Irisviel and immediately realized what was happening. Irisviel was already lying naked on the bed, but even with Wang Chong's blindfold, she still covered her private parts with her hands, her face slightly flushed. However, Irisviel was clearly not shy about Wang Chong, because her eyes kept glancing at Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc clearly noticed this as well, and not wanting Irisviel to be too embarrassed, she found two towels in the room, covered the two exposed areas, and then got up and left the room. As for the fact that a man and a woman were alone in a room together, Joan of Arc was quite at ease with Wang Chong. It can only be said that this saintess was indeed consistently good at judging people.

After Joan of Arc left, Irisviel surprisingly breathed a sigh of relief. Like many normal people, she was naturally reluctant to expose her body to strangers, even if the other person was of the same sex. But with Wang Chong, she clearly didn't have this concern. Firstly, he had come with the intention of helping her, essentially similar to a doctor seeing a patient, so there were no such reservations. Secondly… her body had already grown accustomed to him.

"Madam, I'm going to go now." Blindfolded, Wang Chong placed his hand on Irisviel's smooth belly and began to measure Irisviel's physical data.

"Ugh!" When Wang Chong's fingers touched her, Irisviel felt as if they were enchanted; with just a light touch, the part of her body that was touched felt like it was on fire. The influence of the dream far exceeded Irisviel's imagination. Just a normal touch, and Irisviel felt that restless emotion resurface, as if she had returned to the dream.

"Madam, relax a little. If you're too tense, the measurements I take might be inaccurate," Wang Chong said, gently pressing Irisviel's smooth, supple abdomen with his palm.

"I...I'm sorry." Irisviel's face flushed considerably. She repeatedly had a conversation with herself, confirming that the Mr. Wang Chong before her was not the one from her dream. Yet, the parts of her body that had been rubbed wouldn't cooperate and react, as if those parts weren't even hers to begin with, each one craving the caresses of its true owner and responding with excitement.

Irisviel bit her lip, trying to suppress the groan that threatened to escape her throat. She could feel a strange warmth spreading through her body as Wang Chong's fingers gently traced her lower abdomen. The sensation was exactly the same as in her dream, to the point that she momentarily doubted whether she was truly awake.

"Mmm..." She couldn't help but let out a low gasp, then quickly covered her mouth.

Wang Chong stopped what he was doing, and although he was blindfolded, he still turned his head toward the direction from which Irisviel had spoken, and asked, "Madam, are you feeling unwell?"

Irisviel blushed and stammered, "No...no, I'm fine. Please continue."

Wang Chong nodded, his hands moving down Irisviel's slender waist. He carefully stroked her hips and buttocks, then meticulously measured the dimensions of her inner thighs, his fingers occasionally tapping and pressing lightly, feeling the firm muscle lines there.

"Madam, your skin is so beautiful," Wang Chong exclaimed, his hand covering her smooth thigh skin, feeling its amazing elasticity and softness. His rough palm continued to rub against her smooth and tender skin, giving Irisviel an incredibly tingling sensation.

Irisviel managed to maintain her composure, but her mind was already racing. When his touch reached the groin area, stimulating the sensation near her vulva, her vulva began to well up with moisture, and the strange feeling grew increasingly clear and intense! Wang Chong's technique remained professional and calm, but Irisviel couldn't calm herself. She could feel her body temperature rising, and her heart pounding faster. She tried to regulate her breathing, afraid that Wang Chong would notice something amiss.

Wang Chong seemed oblivious to Irisviel's unusual behavior. His hand slowly slid down the curves of her legs, finally stopping at her delicate ankles. Irisviel tried to remain lying down, but her legs trembled involuntarily. She didn't know if it was fear or excitement, but she clearly felt that her flower cave was already slightly moist.

Then, Wang Chong continued to move his hands, first carefully rubbing his right foot with both hands, not even letting go of his jade-like toes, touching them carefully, just like a child playing with them.

"Hahaha..." Irisviel couldn't help but laugh out loud when she felt ticklish, then she couldn't help but cover her mouth again, her face turning even redder. This time, Wang Chong seemed to notice Irisviel's embarrassment and said, "It's alright, madam. Some parts are indeed a little sensitive. If you can, you don't need to endure it. Like I just said, if you make your body too tense because you're holding back your emotions, it may cause the data to be abnormal."

"This... alright. Ha... ha..." Irisviel laughed somewhat awkwardly, but because of Wang Chong's presence, her body seemed to calm down a bit.

Afterward, Wang Chong thoroughly "played" with the sole of her left foot again, then released her and began measuring Irisviel's arm. This time, Irisviel didn't feel the same intense stimulation, but for some reason, when she saw Wang Chong holding her hands so intimately, her heart skipped a beat.

Next, Irisviel's shoulders, collarbone, and neck were all gently stroked. Then came her face. Because he needed to press on her head, and because her vision was affected, Wang Chong naturally moved very close to stroke her, his face almost a few fists' distance from Irisviel's. Looking at Wang Chong's handsome face and his inexplicable charm and aura, he almost completely captivated Irisviel's gaze, causing her cherry lips to involuntarily part slightly.

Especially seeing those lips drawing ever closer, a sudden desire and impulse rose within her, a yearning to embrace him, to kiss him, just like in her dreams. But Irisviel was quickly jolted awake; how could she have such shameful thoughts even in reality? But there was nothing she could do. Now, having severed ties with a man who had once held a place in her heart, Irisviel could find no reason to refuse other excellent men. All that remained for her now was the reserve of a mother.

However, Irisviel kept her eyes tightly shut, not daring to look at Wang Chong's face. She could feel his breath getting closer and closer, as if it were right next to her ear. His warm breath brushed against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. She was afraid that if she looked any longer, she really wouldn't be able to resist.

“Turn your back, Madam,” Wang Chong said.

Upon hearing Wang Chong's voice, Irisviel finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. Following Wang Chong's instructions, she turned around, scattering the towel across the bed. Irisviel then lay face down on the bed, her back to Wang Chong. Wang Chong, without any hesitation, placed his hand on Irisviel's body.

"Mmm! So comfortable...! No, I mean, it feels like I'm getting a massage..." Irisviel said instinctively, feeling the pleasant sensation as her back and chest were compressed. But Irisviel quickly realized her words were ambiguous and hurriedly explained.

"It's alright, madam, just think of it as a massage. If this helps you relax," Wang Chong chuckled, seemingly unconcerned, and said, "To be honest, madam, I didn't do this simply to get data on your body."

"Huh?" Irisviel, who was lying down, was startled. Was he not simply holding the measurement data? Was there another purpose? Could it be...? Irisviel turned her head to look back. She seemed to see a layer of leaping black energy on Wang Chong, just like the evil Wang Chong in her dream.

He...he's going to force his way in again?

Chapter 199 The Wife's Emotional Support

Irisviel's body trembled; she felt as if she were still trapped in that boundless, dark nightmare. The gentle Mr. Wang Chong she remembered would also become violent and utterly evil, nourished by the darkness and vengeful spirits. Irisviel felt this now; when Wang Chong suddenly confessed to having ulterior motives towards her, she subconsciously merged him with his evil state.

But more than fear, dread... the emotion that surfaced in Irisviel's heart at this moment was anticipation. She hoped that something would continue to happen, just like in her nightmare, that the other person would climb onto the bed right now, press her down hard, suppress her, roughly spread her buttocks and thighs, and then forcefully and unreasonably enter her body.

The thought of this made Irisviel even wetter; if it weren't for the towel underneath her, she would probably be a complete mess.

However, Irisviel soon realized that the other party seemed to be unresponsive. Just as she was wondering about this, she heard Wang Chong continue, "Actually, the reason I did this was to help you completely relax through this massage technique. I've heard Saber say many times that you're under a lot of stress and often have nightmares. So I thought I'd do something to see if I could alleviate your mood and improve your fatigue symptoms. Perhaps in this way, you won't be troubled by nightmares anymore."

"So...so that's what you were after..." For a moment, Irisviel didn't know whether to feel relieved or disappointed. But more likely, she felt embarrassed, since it was a result of her own imagination. It seemed that this premonition of a nightmare was too realistic, to the point that it made her misjudge people in reality.

"Alright... Now I've finished massaging your entire back. How does it feel? Do you feel your body relax a bit?" Wang Chong pressed his palms onto Irisviel's soft lower back, and for a moment Irisviel felt as if her body had been stretched out.

"Hmm...very good," Irisviel murmured, nodding. Her waist twisted slightly, and her toes stretched out, indicating that the massage had indeed relaxed her. However, besides this comfortable feeling, Irisviel's body temperature was also rising, and her honeyed cave seemed to be opening and closing like a small mouth breathing from above, emitting heat.

“However, the area we’re going to measure next might be a little embarrassing for you, Madam… After all, it’s a rather private area. You’d better be prepared.” But Wang Chong’s tone changed abruptly, and before Irisviel could react, his large hands were already pressing down on Irisviel’s ample buttocks.

"ah!"

Irisviel let out a soft gasp, then quickly covered her mouth. Despite being mentally prepared, the intense stimulation when Wang Chong's hand landed directly on her full buttocks still made her tremble involuntarily.