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

Wang Chong slowly moved his fingers, and Irisviel began to twist her waist and pant in response. Wang Chong increased the speed of his fingers, sometimes bending them, sometimes rotating them, stimulating Irisviel to the extreme, making her increasingly infatuated and her rationality drift further and further away.

"No...I'm...I'm about to reach my climax..." Irisviel's voice grew louder and louder, and her body began to convulse uncontrollably. Wang Chong felt a surge of heat gushing from Irisviel's body, wetting his fingers.

"Your wife is so sensitive," Wang Chong said, withdrawing his finger and admiring Irisviel's appearance after reaching her peak. Irisviel lay limp on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, letting out unconscious moans.

This is the result of Irisviel's depravity reaching 96%. Her body is completely unable to resist Wang Chong and can be easily manipulated to the extreme.

At this moment, Wang Chong also released his already aroused desire. He held Irisviel's legs and slowly pushed his penis into her wet flower path.

"Ah—" Irisviel exclaimed, the afterglow of her recent climax causing pain from Wang Chong's somewhat rough entry. She instinctively tried to close her legs, but Wang Chong forcibly separated them. Feeling the intense pleasure of being tightly enveloped, Wang Chong began to move slowly and rhythmically.

Irisviel's pain gradually subsided, replaced by soft, pleasurable breaths. Perhaps, having been educated by the pain in her dream, Irisviel had long since become accustomed to, and even enjoyed, the pain inflicted upon her by the other person.

Wang Chong continued to support Irisviel's slender waist, slowly but firmly exploring deeper. Irisviel let out a satisfied sigh, her legs instinctively wrapping around Wang Chong's waist. Wang Chong felt the warmth and tightness enveloping him, a sensation that he couldn't resist.

"So good...deeper..." Irisviel groaned uncontrollably, her body writhing with Wang Chong's movements. Wang Chong increased his speed, each thrust reaching its deepest point, causing Irisviel to tremble.

"That's wonderful, my wife's inside is so tight...it doesn't look like she's ever given birth at all," Wang Chong exclaimed with pleasure, his movements gradually quickening. Hearing Wang Chong's praise, Irisviel became even more excited, moaning along with his rhythm, her hands frantically scratching at the sheets.

"Ugh! There! Right there! A little deeper... Ah!" Irisviel was completely engulfed by desire, uttering words she would never normally say. Wang Chong, similarly fueled by Irisviel's words and the love potion, became even more aroused and thrust with even greater fervor.

"Madam, you're melting me inside," Wang Chong said breathlessly.

Irisviel, upon hearing this, couldn't contain her joy. She tried her best to reciprocate Wang Chong's actions, making herself more receptive to him. Wang Chong sensed her enthusiasm and, in turn, worked even harder.

The room was filled with the sounds of flesh colliding, the flushing of water, and the intermittent moans of the two. Irisviel's legs were tightly wrapped around Wang Chong's waist, her ankles crossed, enduring his increasingly violent thrusts.

As their intercourse continued for a long time, a strong scent of hormones filled the room. The nectar secreted from Irisviel's flower-like opening mixed with Wang Chong's fluids, creating a unique aroma. Sweat soaked their bodies, and as it evaporated, it carried away heat, but also released an even stronger odor. During this process, Irisviel was brought to climax several more times by Wang Chong, and her voice grew increasingly hoarse and high-pitched.

The sounds of gurgling water and the thuds of bodies colliding rose and fell, accompanied by Irisviel's groans and Wang Chong's low growls, creating a symphony. Artoria and Joan of Arc could hear these sounds through the black mist, and their faces flushed and their hearts raced.

"Is it really that long? Isn't it supposed to be only 5 minutes, or at most 10 minutes? Has it been almost half an hour now? Is there something wrong with what the book says, or is my judgment of time wrong?" Artoria couldn't help but wonder.

"I never imagined Mrs. Alice could make such sounds... Is doing that kind of thing really that pleasurable? Can I even handle it?" Joan of Arc swallowed hard, completely unsure if she could manage. Not long ago, Leticia had been quite ashamed and indignant, hesitant to agree. But after listening to those sounds for so long, whether out of curiosity or something else, Leticia unconsciously agreed.

The pink mist, shrouded in black fog, was continuously inhaled by the two women. Unbeknownst to them, the fire of desire within them finally reached its peak.

Chapter 249 Leaving? Whatever, I just want to exercise (Part 3)

"Dilmuth...Dilmuth!"

A woman's voice pulled Diarmuid, who was lost in thought and feeling uneasy, back to reality. Diarmuid saw Sora looking at him with a worried expression.

“I’m fine, Mrs. Sora. Don’t be nervous, I’m just a little unsettled,” Diarmuid said.

"It must be because this place is just too strange. Those idiots, couldn't they have waited for that powerful True Ancestor Princess to return before launching their attack? Why did they have to rush in now? And that Saber too, her Noble Phantasm could have completely destroyed this castle, so why did she only destroy the cannons? And..."

Sora's mouth was full of complaints, which Diarmuid was used to. After all, Sora would complain like this for a while every time they passed through an exceptionally dangerous room.

This is also Diarmuid's fault for breaking his yellow spear, which greatly reduced his current strength. Although he has tried his best to protect Sora and defeat his opponents every time, each victory was not easy and was fraught with danger. This made Sora, who had basically never experienced the brutal battlefield, increasingly panicked and weak.

Therefore, Sora needed to vent, and Diarmuid knew this, so he let Sora hurl insults and abuse at him. Of course, Sora's targets weren't Diarmuid himself, but rather those whom Diarmuid respected and admired. People like Artoria, who shared his ideals, the shrewd and calculating King Ruin, and the seemingly foolish but courageous Iskandar—all of these people suffered undeserved wrath from Sora's barrage of insults.

"Oh right, and Kenneth... that guy Kenneth, if he hadn't failed, why would I have been sent to this dangerous place!" Sora even started venting her anger on Kenneth, but she forgot that it was she herself who had arranged for Kenneth to go to the battlefield in her place.

“Lady Sora, our lord is already in such a state, why bring up the past again? Besides, didn’t you volunteer to go to the battlefield?” Diarmuid finally couldn’t help but say after hearing Sora’s insults towards Kenneth.

"I... Waaah... I didn't want to either." Hearing that Diarmuid not only didn't comfort her but also blamed her, Sora felt extremely wronged, and her voice even trembled with a hint of tears.

Diarmuid sighed; he didn't know what to do either. Moreover, the thought of his lord filled Diarmuid with a strange unease, making him restless.

“My lord should be alright. After all, all the other characters are here now, and as long as my lord stays at the camp, there shouldn’t be any major problems,” Diarmuid pondered.

……

Meanwhile, in a room filled with black mist, a scene was about to reach its climax. Artoria and Jeanne were both blushing furiously, listening to the increasingly loud voices behind them, and even began to imagine what kind of actions Wang Chong would take with Irisviel.

On the bed, Wang Chong's large hand gripped Irisviel's slender waist, holding her body still, each thrust filled with all his might. Irisviel arched her back, her head thrown back, letting out broken moans.

"Ugh! It's going to break... Ah!" Irisviel screamed incoherently, her body swaying back and forth from the impact. Hearing her cries, Wang Chong's movements became even more ferocious, as if he wanted to shove her whole body inside him.

"Madam, look at all this liquid under you. The bed is almost soaked. Do you really like my darling?" Wang Chong teased as he thrust in and out.

"Mmm...I like it...I like it, my darling...harder...ah!" Under the intense stimulation of prolonged exercise, Irisviel had long since abandoned her last bit of restraint, loudly expressing her pleasure. Hearing her response, Wang Chong was greatly encouraged, and his movements became even wilder.

"Ah! No! It's...it's coming again!" Irisviel's voice trembled with tears again, and her legs shook uncontrollably. Wang Chong felt a violent contraction around his Noble Phantasm, and a surge of heat washed over it.

"I'm almost there too..." Wang Chong groaned, barely suppressing the urge to unleash his Noble Phantasm's power, and continued thrusting in and out with great force. Irisviel's exquisite pleasure hadn't ended when the second wave of stimulation followed, almost making her faint.

"Enough, really... I can't take it anymore..." Irisviel said haltingly, looking at Wang Chong with tears in her eyes. Seeing this, Wang Chong finally slowed down, giving Irisviel a chance to catch her breath.

"Ah... this feels so good." Irisviel let out a long sigh and relaxed. Wang Chong lowered his head and kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes, but the Noble Phantasm continued to grind slowly inside her.

"No...don't rub there..." Irisviel gasped, her voice a mixture of pain and pleasure. Wang Chong knew that was the doorway to Ilya's former room, and deliberately increased the pressure, rubbing that soft flesh repeatedly.

"Ugh...really...I can't take it anymore...please spare me..." Irisviel shook her head and pleaded, but her body arched involuntarily, yearning for deeper contact.

Upon hearing this, Wang Chong not only didn't stop, but instead sped up, each time slamming his weight over the doorway. Irisviel quickly lost herself in a sea of ​​pleasure, driven only by instinct to sway her hips.

"Ah! We're...we're going in!" Irisviel suddenly craned her neck and let out a high-pitched scream. Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm broke through the door's defenses and completely entered the room where Ilya had been.

Wang Chong gasped, the intense feeling of being enveloped inside almost causing him to surrender on the spot. He gritted his teeth, continuing to suppress the urge to unleash his magic, and adapted to this completely new sensation.

Irisviel stared blankly at the ceiling, uttering dreamlike moans. Wang Chong adjusted his position and began to thrust slowly. Each penetration reached the very softest part of her, bringing unparalleled satisfaction.

Then, Wang Chong grabbed Irisviel's pink, lotus-root-like legs and placed them on his shoulders so that they could communicate more deeply.

"Really... I can't take it anymore! Spare me... Spare me!" Irisviel cried out again, clutching the bedsheets tightly with both hands. Wang Chong completely ignored her pleas and instead sped up.

"No...no!! Ugh!" Irisviel's body convulsed violently once again. This time, Wang Chong finally reached his limit and slammed into the fleshy wall of Illya's room one last time. The thick magic power was completely released, and a white torrent shot out from the Noble Phantasm, completely filling the small room.

"Ha...ha..." Irisviel gasped for breath, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Wang Chong slowly withdrew his treasure, and milky white liquid immediately overflowed from Irisviel's swollen clitoris.

"Who's next? Hmm, let them choose for themselves." Wang Chong looked at Artoria and Jeanne's retreating figures, then said, "Ladies, Mrs. Alice has finished. Have you made your decisions?"

After the commotion subsided, the two women knew it was their turn next. Artoria spoke first, "Let me go first. There are other people inside Jeanne's body. Even if she makes a choice, she needs more time to prepare mentally."

"Eh? Alright then..." Jeanne didn't really care who went first or last, since she had to do it anyway. Since Artoria went first, she didn't mind and would just give the next spot to Artoria.

Artoria nodded and then walked towards the bed. When she reached the window and saw the scene before her, she couldn't help but gasp. The bed was a mess, with liquid splattered everywhere.

Irisviel's pristine body was covered in hickeys, and thick, white milk continued to flow from her opening. Her expression was one of utter ecstasy and allure; Artoria had never imagined Irisviel could display such an expression.

For a moment, Artoria couldn't help but tense up, swallowing hard as she looked at the incredibly muscular man—Wang Chong.

"Black...black dragon!" Suddenly, Artoria's gaze was immediately drawn to a certain part. The shock it brought was no less than when she had just seen Irisviel's appearance.

"If I go in... I'll die, won't I?" For a moment, the invincible and incredibly confident Knight King began to doubt his own power. Could the Red Dragon of Britain subdue the Black Dragon within the black mist?

Chapter 250 Leaving? Whatever, I just want to exercise (Part 4)

After Wang Chong dealt with Irisviel, it was finally Artoria's turn. Wang Chong gazed at Artoria's face, a surge of excitement rising within him. After all, this was Artoria, the most popular of the four main heroines of Type-Moon. Her face was undoubtedly etched into Wang Chong's mind; in a sense, Artoria was one of the first anime wives he had ever pursued.

Now, she sat quietly on the edge of the bed, a blush rising on her delicate face, her emerald green eyes gazing at him, a hint of spring and ambiguity in her expression. Her hair, styled in an updo adorned with a blue ribbon, made Artoria appear so gentle, elegant, and beautiful.

Wang Chong gazed at Artoria's delicate face, which was gradually flushing, and gently pulled her into his embrace. The coolness of her skin against his chest felt like the smooth, lustrous touch of jade, intoxicating him. They stood face to face, their eyes meeting, their breaths mingling. Wang Chong slowly lowered his head, his lips softly covering Artoria's thin lips.

Artoria trembled. This was, in truth, her first kiss, and she had never imagined giving it away under these circumstances. But quickly, as Wang Chong skillfully teased her, her body gradually relaxed. Wang Chong's tongue deftly pried open her teeth, exploring her moist, warm mouth, sometimes entwining, sometimes sliding, sucking and tasting each other's flavors. Artoria clumsily responded, gradually immersing herself in this unfamiliar intimacy.

"Is this what a kiss feels like? My body is so hot... and the sensation in my mouth... and the smell is so strong. It feels so strange... Is that why Alice made that sound?" It was Artoria's first time being kissed, and the burning sensation made her feel like she was swallowing flames as she breathed.

During the minute-long kiss, Wang Chong didn't just kiss passively. He wrapped one arm around Artoria's slender waist, while the other roamed over her back, feeling the silky smooth curves. Artoria's hands unconsciously climbed onto Wang Chong's broad shoulders, trembling slightly. Their bodies pressed closer and closer until they were tightly embraced, leaving no gap between them.

Wang Chong's hand slid down Artoria's graceful neck, caressing her slightly pert breasts, kneading the two soft, elastic mounds through her thin dress. Artoria couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her body unconsciously pressing closer. Wang Chong lowered his head and gently bit her earlobe, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Relax, leave it to me." Wang Chong's deep, magnetic voice rang in her ears, like a devil's whisper, yet full of allure and a sense of security. Artoria's dreamy gaze fell on Wang Chong's angular face. Whether it was because of Wang Chong's reliable image or the amplifying effect of the love potion, a strange sense of trust welled up in her heart.

Wang Chong leaned in for another kiss, and Artoria felt his burning heat, her heart pounding. She clumsily returned his kiss, her delicate tongue tentatively exploring her mouth. Wang Chong guided this innocent fledgling, their lips lingering, exchanging saliva.

As the passionate kiss continued, Artoria's body gradually heated up, her limbs becoming weak and limp. Wang Chong gently stroked her soft golden hair, sometimes brushing against her earlobe, sometimes sliding down her neck. Every touch sent shivers down Artoria's spine, and she let out a beautiful moan.

"Hmm... I thought it wouldn't be a big deal... but it's so unbearable. Is this what lovemaking is like? This feeling is truly unbelievable. Can I... can I really handle it?" For a moment, Artoria felt a little insecure again. She had been so confident that it would be a quick fling, but now this strange yet comfortable feeling both pleased and frightened her.

Wang Chong reached out and slowly untied the blue ribbon at Artoria's chest. The neckline of her dress gradually loosened, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin. Wang Chong's lips traced a path down her neck, gently biting her collarbone, leaving behind pink marks.

Artoria felt her clothes gradually being removed, a mixture of anticipation and shyness washing over her. Her breathing quickened, and her chest heaved. When the last piece of clothing fell away, her perfect body was revealed to Wang Chong in its entirety.

"Is it finally starting? Ugh... just like this, all naked." Artoria suppressed her embarrassment, her eyes fixed on Wang Chong, wondering what he would do next.

Wang Chong's gaze was like a raging fire, scorching Artoria's burning skin. He gently stroked every inch of her smooth skin, causing Artoria to tremble slightly. When his fingers wandered to the cherry blossoms on the snow-capped peaks, Artoria couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

"Wait...wait a minute...not there..."

Wang Chong ignored her completely. He first used his palm to lift the pair of full, perky, snow-white breasts from bottom to top, and then gently squeezed and kneaded them. After that, he lowered his head and took one of the cherry-red breasts into his mouth, and began to lick it in circles with his tongue.

"Ugh! What... what is this feeling? How could this be... like being electrocuted. Is Mr. Wang Chong toying with me using lightning magic? Or what's going on?" Artoria closed her eyes tightly, her whole body tense. She felt a tingling, electric-like sensation coursing through her body, and she couldn't help but let out a few low moans. Reason told her she should stop this intimate act, but her body's reaction went against her will.

"How could this be... This is so strange..." Artoria murmured to herself, trying to understand this unfamiliar pleasure. The education she received from childhood had left her with very little knowledge about matters between men and women, and at this moment she was completely at a loss as to how to react.

Wang Chong heard Artoria's whisper and a smile played on his lips. He knew that this knight-king, as innocent as a young girl, would soon succumb to the vortex of desire. His fingers gently kneaded the other nipple, while his lips focused on savoring the hardening nipple within.

"Ugh...no...don't do that..." Artoria's voice trembled slightly as she helplessly clutched at the sheets. She felt something stirring deep within her, as if it were about to erupt at any moment.

Wang Chong glanced at Artoria and saw that her face was flushed and her eyes were glazed. He knew the time was right. He released the cherry from his mouth and instead kissed Artoria's collarbone, kissing his way down to the mountain stream.

"Ah!" Artoria gasped when that area was touched, her legs instinctively clamping together. She wanted to resist, yet secretly anticipated the unknown experience to come. The inner conflict left her bewildered, and she could only close her eyes tightly, escaping reality.

Wang Chong patiently parted Artoria's legs, admiring the beautiful scenery before him. Then, he stuck out his tongue and gently licked the small pearl.

"Mmm...no...there...no..." Artoria shuddered, pushing Wang Chong's head away with both hands. Intense pleasure surged through her virgin body; she felt as if she were floating on clouds, in a blissful state. This unprecedented experience brought her extreme pleasure, yet also a growing sense of fear.

It's somewhat laughable, really. This knight-king, who had spent his life galloping across battlefields without fear, was now afraid of the normal pleasures between men and women, revealing an expression of shyness, vulnerability, and a hint of panic he had never shown before. How could this be a knight who had conquered battlefields, a king who had withstood countless hardships? He was clearly no different from an ordinary young girl.

All of this was observed by Wang Chong, filling him with immense satisfaction while also stirring a pang of heartache for this Knight King who had borne the burden of everything since her youth. At that moment, Wang Chong began to understand Iskandar's feelings when he uttered those words. To place the weight of an entire era upon such a seemingly frail young girl—wasn't that a tragedy…a truly lamentable situation.

Therefore, even when Artoria resisted, Wang Chong ignored her refusals and continued to serve the young girl's flower with utmost care. He would sometimes lick lightly, sometimes suckle, his nimble tongue lingering and wandering at the entrance. He wanted Artoria to relive the experience she should have enjoyed.

Artoria's body grew increasingly sensitive; she could feel a warm current gathering in her lower abdomen. A sliver of reason told her she should stop this absurd game, but her body honestly responded to Wang Chong's caresses. Of course, perhaps there was also a sense of defiance; after all, she had said she could accept all of this.

"Ugh... Ah... I can't take it anymore... Something... is coming..." Artoria's moans grew increasingly soft and delicate, her legs uncontrollably clamping around Wang Chong's head. She felt a wave of dizziness, as if Wang Chong was about to take her soul away.

Wang Chong felt the girl's flower path begin to contract, knowing she was about to reach her climax. He quickened the pace of his tongue, focusing his attack on the pearl hidden above the flower opening.

"Ahhh—" Artoria let out a high-pitched scream, her body arching violently. A gush of warm, nectar spurted out, splashing Wang Chong's face. Her first climax had arrived so unexpectedly.

Artoria gasped for breath, her cheeks flushed, her eyes unfocused. She couldn't believe what had just happened; the intense pleasure was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Though a trace of shame and guilt lingered within her, her body remembered that wonderful sensation.

Wang Chong wiped the juice from his face, gazing with satisfaction at the beautiful image before him. He leaned down and gently kissed Artoria's forehead. The girl's sensitive body still trembled slightly, responding to his touch.

"How did it feel to reach the summit for the first time?" Wang Chong asked in a low voice, a hint of mockery in his tone.

Artoria blushed deeply and turned her head away, refusing to look at him. Even so, she could still feel Wang Chong's thick member beneath her, unsure of what would happen next. Fear and anticipation intertwined, leaving her with a complex mix of emotions.

Chapter 251 Leaving? Whatever, I just want to exercise (Part 5)

"Da da da da da—"

"Shhhhh-"

Gunfire and the clang of throwing knives rang out in quick succession, and one small magical beast after another fell into pools of blood. After coldly killing these magical beasts, Kiritsugu Emiya looked at the mysterious figure. This Heroic Spirit was very powerful; he had dealt with more than half of the magical beasts using his throwing knives.

However, Kiritsugu Emiya knew one thing: this wasn't even the opponent's strongest power. According to previous intelligence, the opponent was most proficient in using modern firearms. But from the moment they entered this Hanging Gardens until now, trapped in the underground labyrinth fighting monsters, he had never seen the opponent use firearms; instead, they had been using melee weapons the entire time.

However, Kiritsugu Emiya could also tell that the opponent was using a modern-style military knife, suggesting the intelligence was accurate; the opponent was likely a well-known mercenary assassin or a figure connected to the military. Unfortunately, even with this narrowed search, Kiritsugu Emiya still couldn't determine the opponent's identity.

Furthermore, why was the other party so determined to kill Wang Chong? Although their explanation, combined with the information Maiya had secretly provided while infiltrating Wang Chong's house, had already convinced Kiritsugu Emiya that Wang Chong was the mastermind, he didn't believe they would act out of some so-called "mission." Especially their concealment of their power only intensified Kiritsugu's suspicions.

"Maiya, are you alright?" In a way, aside from Maiya, Kiritsugu Emiya is truly all alone now. A magical beast had suddenly attacked, and Kiritsugu had just used up one of his Time Control abilities and suffered a backlash, unable to immediately use it again or move. Maiya saved him, blocking the attack. Her arm and shoulder were clearly scratched by that sharp claw.

"I...I'm fine...Ugh!" Wu Mi frowned as she bandaged herself. Fortunately, the monster's claws were not poisonous, otherwise, this blow would have been fatal.

"Be careful. If things get tough, hide here for now. He and I will scout ahead and figure out what to do in the next room," Kiritsugu Emiya instructed.

"It's alright, I can manage," Hisayu Maiya said as she stood up.

"Let's go... but a word of caution: the deeper we go, the stronger the monsters become. Of course, you can also choose to let me scout ahead. You can follow me after I've dealt with the rooms behind." After the mysterious servant finished speaking, he continued walking towards the open door ahead.

"This guy really didn't use his full strength. Is he just saying that because he doesn't want to use his power in front of me?" Kiritsugu Emiya pondered for a moment, then simply nodded and continued following. Hisayu Maiya's eyes flashed with a strange light before she followed as well. The three, each with their own hidden agendas, continued on their way.

……

Meanwhile, after reaching a peak, Wang Chong knew that Artoria was ready to enter, at least physically. Then, Wang Chong noticed that Artoria seemed to be staring intently at his black dragon, so he teased, "Why don't you touch it first?"

Artoria swallowed hard. After experiencing a climax, her mind felt hazy, and she unconsciously wanted to hear what the person in front of her was saying. So she propped herself up and grasped the enormous thing with both hands.

"This...this is too much." Artoria wanted to say that this was even greater than the hilt of Excalibur. After all, Artoria could at least hold the hilt with one hand, but now, holding this black dragon was a bit of a struggle, almost impossible.

"!" Suddenly, Artoria felt the black dragon throbbing, which startled her, as it was the first time she had ever observed such a phenomenon.

Wang Chong laughed heartily, then began to approach Artoria. He positioned the black dragon at the entrance to the British Red Dragon's territory; now was the time for the black dragon to conquer the red dragon.

Having personally witnessed the black dragon's immense power, Artoria felt a sudden surge of panic and couldn't help but say, "Wait... wait a moment, Mr. Wang Chong."