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

"What's wrong, Knight King?" Wang Chong stopped his deeper movements and asked in confusion.

"I...I'm a little...scared," Artoria said, somewhat embarrassed.

"Pfft." This made Wang Chong chuckle a little, and he said, "Knight King, you're not even afraid of swords, so why are you afraid of this? You're not going to tell me you're afraid of pain, are you?"

"It's not pain...it's...it's...I can't quite put my finger on it." Clearly, Wang Chong's words also made Artoria somewhat embarrassed and angry, not at Wang Chong, but at herself for being so pathetic.

"We've come this far, we can't just give up halfway, can we?" Wang Chong said with a hint of helplessness.

"Ugh... wait, I've got it! If you... if you just let me not see it, maybe I won't be so resistant." Artoria gritted her teeth and finally said.

This amused Wang Chong even more. Artoria's current state was just like that of a child who was afraid of injections. Parents could only cover the child's eyes to prevent them from looking and to alleviate their fear and pain.

Well, that makes sense, isn't it? Wang Chong is also preparing to give Artoria an injection right now, only his "needle" is a tiny bit big.

"Okay, let's switch positions."

So Wang Chong changed positions, flipping Artoria over so she was face down on the bed. Artoria's upper body was lying on the bed, her hands clasped together, her chin resting on her hands, her waist lowered, and her buttocks raised high. This position made it easier for Wang Chong to enter, while avoiding direct confrontation with that terrifyingly large object.

Wang Chong stood behind Artoria, admiring the girl's graceful curves. He held Artoria's slender waist, while his black dragon aimed at the entrance of the British red dragon. The enormous head of his dragon gently rubbed against the moist petals.

"Ugh..." Artoria couldn't help but groan, her body trembling slightly. She could feel that thick thing slowly spreading open her petals, the unknown pain and pleasure making her both afraid and expectant.

Wang Chong found the right spot and slowly thrust his hips forward. The dragon's head pushed aside layers of soft flesh, laboriously exploring deeper. Artoria bit her lip, trying to endure the pain that was about to come.

"Are you ready?" Wang Chong breathed into Artoria's ear, causing her to shudder.

"Relax, leave it to me, okay?" Wang Chong continued to whisper in Artoria's ear while gently kissing the back of her neck.

Artoria nodded, took a deep breath, and tried to relax her body. Just then, Wang Chong thrust forward suddenly, his thick, long penis completely plunging into the girl's honeyed orifice.

"Ah—" Artoria let out a painful groan, tears streaming down her face. A tearing pain shot through her lower body, her abdomen constricted in agony, and her legs trembled uncontrollably.

Wang Chong stopped what he was doing and tenderly kissed Artoria's back. Bright red blood slowly flowed from their point of union, dripping like a thin red thread onto the pristine white sheets. A vibrant red plum blossom bloomed on the blank canvas, forming a silent testament.

Artoria gritted her teeth, enduring the pain in her lower body. She could clearly feel the hot, hard thing inside her, and every slight pulsation made her tremble uncontrollably.

"Relax, it's alright," Wang Chong comforted her softly, gently stroking Artoria's smooth back. He could feel Artoria's girlish body trembling slightly, like a frightened little animal.

After a few minutes, Artoria gradually adjusted to the foreign object inside her body. She turned to look at Wang Chong, her voice still trembling slightly, "I...I feel much better...You...can move..."

With permission, Wang Chong began to slowly thrust in and out. Each withdrawal caused a bit of tender flesh to turn outwards, and then he plunged in deeper, as if trying to completely merge the two into one.

"Mmm...ah..." Artoria couldn't help but let out a soft moan. The initial pain had subsided, replaced by an indescribable tingling and numbness. She could feel that thick thing ramming and thrusting inside her, each impact seemingly trying to reach the deepest point.

Chapter 252 Leaving? Whatever, I just want to exercise (Part 6)

Semiramis sat on her throne, continuing to survey the various areas of the Hanging Gardens. Currently, aside from Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who was pulled into the Reality Marble and whose situation was still unknown, all allied Servants had already encountered enemy Servants.

Among them, the combination of Ayaka Sajou and Atalanta faced the greatest pressure. Although Ayaka Sajou used her well-prepared magic in conjunction with Atalanta to deliver a heavy blow to Gilgamesh, causing him considerable losses, the difference in combat experience gradually became apparent as the battle continued.

Gilgamesh, who was initially frustrated and constantly being kited, gradually regained his rationality as the battle dragged on. With the increasing control of the battle rhythm, he began to become more composed. As one Noble Phantasm after another, which was quite effective against the two of them, were brought out, the two of them gradually began to struggle.

"Fortunately, Atalanta's greatest strength is speed. Her high mobility not only allows her to hold Gilgamesh back, but also, because her arrows are faster than Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasms, she can effectively deflect most of the Gate of Babylon's Noble Phantasms that haven't yet been launched. It's just a pity that she can't stop Gilgamesh, who has immunity to projectile-type defensive Noble Phantasms," Semiramis thought to herself.

"But the crucial factor here isn't the battle between Gilgamesh and Atalanta, but the safety of Ayaka Sajou. If Gilgamesh finds Ayaka and attacks her, Atalanta will have no choice but to flee... Oh no!" Semiramis's eyes suddenly sharpened, because she saw Gilgamesh abruptly turn around and throw a Noble Phantasm straight into a dark corner. Then he rushed towards that dark direction himself.

And that place happens to be the exact spot where Ayaka Sajou is hiding.

"Atalanta, stop him! And you all prepare to evacuate! Mordred, prepare to attack!" Semiramis immediately used her magical communication.

A common characteristic of mages is their glass cannon-like defenses; this applies to both Sajō Ayaka and Semiramis. If a sneak attack succeeds, even a second-rate melee Servant would be enough to kill these mages.

After Gilgamesh discovered Aika Sajou, Aika Sajou could no longer hide in the shadows and unleash magic on Gilgamesh. Fighting in the open was the most risky option. Semiramis knew that the current mission was only to delay, not to engage in the real final battle. Therefore, she planned to withdraw the weakened Atalanta and Aika Sajou and have Mordred take their place to wear them down in a series of battles.

After giving the notification, Semiramis began to use her magic. The entire castle was under her control, and she could easily teleport people to different locations.

"Can't Master hurry up a bit? How long has he been dawdling? Tsk, I almost forgot, that guy is very long-lasting in this area. Damn it, can't he take less time?" Semiramis complained inwardly, glanced at a screen shrouded in black mist, and then focused on casting her magic.

……

"Achoo... Who's insulting me?"

While Wang Chong was exercising, he suddenly felt a sensation in his nose and sneezed several times in a row. The tremors from the sneezes coincidentally caused him to bump into several very sensitive spots in Artoria's passage, causing her to tremble violently and let out a soft moan unexpectedly.

"Ugh—!" After letting out a soft moan, Artoria quickly covered her mouth, feeling incredibly ashamed of making such a sound. A warm current flowed from the passageway, washing over Wang Chong's treasure.

Wang Chong carefully felt Artoria's incredibly tight passage, and couldn't help but squint his eyes. The newly explored passage was tight and hot, with layers of soft flesh clinging tightly to his magic weapon, bringing unparalleled pleasure with each entry and exit.

"Hiss—Saber, yours is so tight inside, it's almost... um, it's almost like a vise." Wang Chong seemed to have thought of something, smiled playfully, and exaggeratedly exclaimed.

"What channel... Waaah!"

Artoria was about to turn around, wondering what the vise he mentioned was all about, when Wang Chong suddenly increased the speed of his thrusts, each one reaching the deepest point. Artoria's body was jolted forward by the impacts, and if Wang Chong hadn't been supporting her waist, she probably would have collapsed onto the bed long ago.

"Ah... slower... too deep..." Artoria tilted her head back, her brows furrowed.

The interplay of pleasure and pain left her bewildered. She could feel the large thing inside her growing stronger, as if it wanted to pierce her through.

Upon hearing Artoria's request, Wang Chong slowed his pace. He held her waist with one hand and reached down with the other to knead her clitoris. At the same time, his Noble Phantasm was slowly thrusting in and out, each time retreating to the entrance before slowly pushing in to its deepest point.

"Mmm...ah..." Artoria's moans became sweeter, tinged with a hint of coquetry. The pleasure emanating from her lower body grew stronger, and the pain had completely disappeared. She involuntarily twisted her waist, matching Wang Chong's movements.

"Do you like this position?" Wang Chong whispered in Artoria's ear as he moved rhythmically.

Artoria's face flushed, too embarrassed to answer the question. But she had to admit, the position was indeed very comfortable. Her buttocks were raised high, allowing her to clearly feel the shape and temperature of that large thing; her waist was held firmly by strong hands, giving her a sense of security; the angle of the rear entry was just right to rub against a certain sensitive spot, bringing unprecedented stimulation.

"If you don't tell me, I'll stop, okay?" Wang Chong teased deliberately.

"I...I like it..." Artoria said shyly in a low voice, then immediately regretted it, her cheeks turning so red they almost blushed. She didn't know what was wrong with her, that she had answered so without thinking.

Wang Chong smiled with satisfaction and gave her a heavy thrust as a reward. Artoria let out a sweet moan, and realizing she had spoken out of turn, she twisted her waist even more vigorously, trying to hide her shyness.

"Good girl... then let me reward you properly, Saber." Wang Chong said, moving his hands to Artoria's snowy peaks and kneading the two rather ample mounds of snow. At the same time, the speed at which the Noble Phantasm entered and exited gradually increased.

"Wait...it's too fast. Slow down...I can't...I can't take it anymore!" Artoria's words were laced with pleading, yet also revealed an indescribable pleasure.

The black dragon galloped ever more rampant, unleashing its scorching aura within the red dragon's territory, the entire land seemingly melting under its intense heat. Wave after wave of overwhelming passion swept over her, and Artoria felt like a small boat adrift on the vast ocean, constantly on the verge of capsizing.

Wang Chong was also made scalp tingle by Artoria's well-deserved Type-Moon Heavy Industries vise. In an instant, he grabbed her hands, forcing her upper body off the bed, and at the same time, his Noble Phantasm began to thrust even more fiercely.

"Ah...no...really...no..." Artoria's voice was already choked with sobs, tears blurring her vision. She felt a wave of dizziness, as if her soul was about to be knocked out of her body by the king's charge.

Not far away, Jeanne could clearly hear Artoria's sobbing voice. Jeanne felt incredibly parched. After being exposed to the love potion for so long and having her mind stirred by the desires of Irisviel and Artoria, Jeanne felt that her mind was filled with those erotic images, and she couldn't extricate herself from them.

As Joan of Arc began to unconsciously dig, she already had a strong liking for Wang Chong, and with the aphrodisiac gradually amplifying its effects, she was already fantasizing about the fun things that would happen between her and Wang Chong.

"That's...that's amazing. Whether it's Mrs. Irisviel, who's already a married woman, or the earnest, upright, and honorable King Knight, they were both brought to such a lewd state by Wang Chong...Is it really that pleasurable?" Joan of Arc swallowed hard and murmured.

Wang Chong quickened his pace, each thrust powerful and heavy. His black dragon rampaged across the red dragon territory of Britain, leaving behind a trail of glistening fluid. Artoria's moans grew louder and louder, she had completely abandoned all pretense of modesty.

"Ah...so deep...there...it feels so good..."

The sounds of flesh colliding echoed throughout the room, mingling with the sounds of water and the woman's beautiful moans, creating a melodious symphony.

"Ah...no...really...no..." Artoria pleaded, shaking her head, tears welling in her eyes. She felt like she was being driven mad by the endless pleasure, her reason like a taut string, ready to snap at any moment.

Wang Chong remained unmoved, continuing his high-speed piston-like motion. He reveled in the boundless pleasure brought by Artoria's tight "vial," wishing he could immerse himself in this blissful moment forever.

Just as Artoria felt she was about to give up, Wang Chong suddenly released her wrist. Artoria lost her balance and fell onto the bed. Wang Chong then pressed down on her back, his strong body enveloping the girl.

"I'm going to... make my final sprint," Wang Chong said breathlessly, his movements becoming faster and faster.

Artoria could feel her Noble Phantasm expanding within her, knowing what was about to happen. Although somewhat frightened, she obediently raised her buttocks, awaiting the moment.

Finally, Wang Chong let out a low roar, and with a few more deep thrusts, the black dragon's head crashed directly into the cradle where the red dragon was nurturing life. Thick, scorching dragon breath erupted, rushing eagerly into the cradle of life.

"Ahhh—" Artoria arched her neck, letting out a long moan. Hot, white fluid washed over her inner walls, bringing unprecedented pleasure and happiness. She could clearly feel her life-giving place being filled little by little; this feeling of complete conquest made her tremble with excitement.

Wang Chong lay on Artoria's back, panting heavily. His lower body was still inside her, and he couldn't bear to pull out. Both of them were still immersed in the afterglow of reaching the summit, unable to calm down for a long time.

After a long while, Wang Chong reluctantly withdrew from Artoria's body. Milky white fluid slowly flowed from the swollen petals, a testament to the fierce battle that had just taken place.

Artoria rolled over, her eyes glazed as she gazed at the thick black mist around her. Her body was a mess, her lower body still trembling slightly. The afterglow hadn't completely faded, and she was still in a daze.

"Is this... the taste of love between a man and a woman?" Artoria murmured to herself, a sweet smile on her face. She hadn't expected her first experience to be so unforgettable. That extreme feeling of fulfillment and excitement was something she would probably never forget for the rest of her life.

Chapter 253 Leaving? Whatever, I just want to exercise (Part 7)

Wang Chong told Artoria to rest for a while, and then slowly walked towards the last person he had chosen—Joan of Arc.

“Mrs. Irisviel is still unconscious.” As he approached Joan of Arc, looking at her with her back to him, Wang Chong spoke.

"!" Upon hearing Wang Chong's voice, Joan of Arc swallowed hard. She knew that her moment had arrived.

“Artoria is a little exhausted, but it won’t affect the rest of the story. Well, overall she’s alright.” Wang Chong said to himself, then raised his hand and pointed at Jeanne, revealing a strange smile, and said, “You’re next, Jeanne.”

Well, Wang Chong suddenly started making jokes again, but to Jeanne d'Arc, it was merely a reminder or even an urging of her, who had remained indifferent. Therefore, Jeanne d'Arc took a deep breath, turned around, nodded to Wang Chong, and said, "I am ready, please use me, Wang Chong-kun."

“Joan of Arc, what you’re saying sounds a bit strange…” Wang Chong found it quite amusing, then took Joan of Arc’s hand and said, “Relax, you’re the last one. You may not have seen what happened to the previous two, but you’ve at least heard about it. You should be able to relax now.”

"No... I can't rest easy at all... I feel like I'll become a different person in bed." Joan of Arc could only complain inwardly, but she still forced a smile and nodded, then prepared to follow Wang Chong toward the bed.

Suddenly, Joan of Arc's heart skipped a beat, and her face flushed crimson. If it weren't for the black mist, one could even see white steam rising from her head. Only then did the slow-witted Joan realize that Wang Chong was displaying his true manly nature before her.

"That...is that a forearm?" Joan of Arc pointed tremblingly at Wang Chong's lower body. She seemed to understand why the Knight King had suddenly asked if she could not look at this thing and felt scared.

Even Joan of Arc herself was frightened when she saw it now!

"Don't worry, Joan of Arc. If you're like Saber and don't dare to look, I can find a more suitable position." Seeing Joan of Arc's appearance, Wang Chong felt amused and a little proud at the same time. After all, men are all like this in this respect, with a strong desire to compare and show off.

"Who...who would be afraid!" Joan of Arc swallowed hard, managing to say. Wang Chong didn't call her out on it, and pulled Joan of Arc by the hand to the bedside.

As she approached the bed, Joan of Arc, like Artoria before her, gasped at the sight before her. The defiled woman was beyond description, and beside her, Artoria possessed an unprecedented allure, her legs parted, a white stream of fluid spreading outwards. In the distance lay a patch of crimson plum blossoms, silently proclaiming that her former purity had been taken.

Joan of Arc couldn't help but wonder if she would also make such a lewd expression like Irisviel and Artoria later on.

"Jeanne...you...you've come too?" Artoria looked at the person in front of her with dazed eyes and said breathlessly.

"King of Knights, how are you feeling?" Joan of Arc asked instinctively.

"It's wonderful... It feels like after being starved for three days, I'm suddenly surrounded by a huge amount of delicious food and then I'm stuffed. I feel like I'm drowning in happiness." As she spoke, Artoria unconsciously touched her stomach, which she had just been filled up with, and looked at the white stream with a hint of ambiguity in her eyes.

"What... what kind of metaphor is this?" Joan of Arc felt her mind was in even greater turmoil. She had thought that since she was the last to appear, she should have been well-prepared. But now her thoughts were completely in disarray, and coupled with her already dizzy head, she didn't even realize that she had been led to the bed and that Wang Chong was taking off her boots.

It wasn't until Wang Chong's face drew close, ready to kiss her, that the oblivious Joan of Arc noticed. She quickly grabbed Wang Chong's shoulder and said, "Wait...wait a minute!"

"What's wrong?" Wang Chong looked at the other person with great patience and gentle eyes.

“I feel like all of this is… really strange, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Am I really doing the right thing? But… Madam and the Knight King have already finished, am I supposed to give up halfway here?” A thought flashed through Joan of Arc’s mind, then she shook her head, forced a smile, and said, “It’s alright, I just hope that Lord Wang Chong… can be a little gentler.”

"Don't worry, Joan. I'll give you an unforgettable experience. After all, we've spent so much time together, and I really like you, Joan," Wang Chong said with a smile.

"Huh? Is this...is this a confession? Ugh!"

While Joan of Arc was still somewhat surprised and distracted by Wang Chong's confession, he lowered his head and kissed her pink lips. Wang Chong's kiss was skillful and domineering; his tongue easily pried open Joan of Arc's teeth and explored her warm, moist mouth. Joan of Arc's mind went blank, her body stiffened for a moment before relaxing, and she naturally returned the kiss. Their four lips pressed tightly together, their tongues intertwining and playing.

The kiss was long and passionate, as if they were melting each other. Wang Chong greedily drank in Joan's sweet saliva, while also transferring his own. Joan's little tongue was teased from time to time. Although she was a little shy, she gradually learned to take the initiative. The soft, wet sounds of their intertwined lips and tongues were very moving, and the air was filled with the scent of hormones.

Wang Chong held Joan of Arc even tighter, pressing her soft body against his. Joan could clearly feel his strong muscles and burning heat, his faint masculine scent lingering around her nose. This intimate contact filled her with both excitement and unease; her heart pounded wildly, almost leaping out of her chest.

"This...is this what a passionate kiss like that between lovers is like? Just now, Wang Chongjun confessed to me, and then I accepted his kiss...So, do I like Wang Chongjun now?" For a moment, Jeanne felt her heart tremble. And it wasn't just Jeanne who felt this way; Leticia, the girl hidden inside Jeanne's body who could share Jeanne's feelings, had almost the same feeling.

"Does this... count as kissing Mr. Wang Chong?" Leticia thought to herself as she experienced all of this.

"Ugh...ha..." Finally, Wang Chong released Joan's lips, a thin strand of saliva separating them. Joan gasped for breath, her cheeks flushed, her eyes misty with tears.

"Do you like it this way?" Wang Chong looked at her with a smile, his fingers gently stroking her slightly swollen red lips.

Joan of Arc nodded shyly, her voice barely a whisper: "I like it... I like it very much..."

Wang Chong lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his deep voice full of temptation: "Shall we continue?"

Joan of Arc was still reeling from the kiss, her body in a state of heightened sensitivity. She could feel the masculine hormones emanating from Wang Chong relentlessly assaulting her, causing her heart to race uncontrollably.

"Hmm...okay..." In the end, Joan of Arc, whose mind was already the least clear, agreed to the request. Her voice was soft as a murmur, and she looked at Wang Chong with a hazy gaze.

Wang Chong smiled with satisfaction and began to undress Joan of Arc. With each layer removed, Joan trembled slightly. When the last layer of clothing was removed, Joan shyly covered her breasts and private parts with her hands, her face flushed.

Wang Chong pulled her hand away and carefully admired the beautiful scenery before him. He admired her graceful figure. Joan of Arc's well-proportioned body, slender limbs, and the full curve of her breasts were all incredibly alluring. He reached out, his rough palm gently caressing Joan of Arc's smooth skin, bringing an incomparably strange tactile stimulation that caused Joan of Arc to tremble.

"Um... shall we just start?" Joan of Arc understood what Wang Chong wanted to do after seeing his actions. Although she was relieved that she wouldn't have to face that brutality directly, she still wanted to end it all as soon as possible.

"Joan of Arc, are you sure? If your body isn't fully prepared, this could hurt a lot." Wang Chong said, patting Joan of Arc's stomach with that thing, startling her.

"Ugh! Then... then according to your idea, Wang Chongjun... let's... continue." Joan of Arc adjusted her breathing, not knowing whether she was suppressing her inner shame or fear.

"Relax, leave it to me," Wang Chong whispered, lowering his head to kiss the sensitive skin of Joan of Arc's collarbone. He patiently traced the outline, beginning to leave red marks.

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Author's Note: This has been a while since I started writing, but Joan of Arc is the last one. The story will now move on to the next part. Readers who enjoyed this section, please vote for me and give me a tip! QWQ