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

Chapter 254 Leaving? Whatever, I just want to exercise (Part 8)

"What's going on... It feels like someone's been in this room before?"

Inside a room, Hisayu Maiya examined the monster corpses scattered throughout the room before turning to Kiritsugu Emiya to inquire about the situation.

"These corpses are all charred, and it looks like they died from fire-attribute magic attacks or lightning-attribute attacks." Kiritsugu Emiya explained, looking at the charred marks. "In that case, someone may have already passed away before us. It could be Tokiomi Tohsaka and Archer, or it could be the Rider team."

"It should be Tokiomi Tohsaka's combination. There are some gem fragments here. This is the gem magic that the Tohsaka family is best at." At this moment, the mysterious Servant picked up some gem powder from the ground, showed it to Kiritsugu Emiya, and said.

“In that case, Tokiomi Tohsaka is likely in the room ahead… I just don’t know how far away he is from us.” Kiritsugu Emiya said, suddenly noticing a stone tablet standing in the room.

"This is... the rule: you cannot move your feet and must kill all the monsters, otherwise they will keep respawning. If you do not complete the kills as required by the rule, the gate to the front will not be able to open." Emiya Kiritsugu read the words on the stone tablet and quickly understood what was going on.

"It seems that starting from this room, it's no longer just a simple monster or trap room. There are more rules and requirements, and you can't proceed to the next level without completing the corresponding rules," the mysterious servant analyzed.

"The good news is that we're right on the path Tohsaka Tokiomi walked. This means we can go directly to the next floor without having to complete the room requirements, while Tohsaka Tokiomi will have to work hard to meet the rules before he can open the door to the next room. In that case, we should be able to catch up with Tohsaka Tokiomi soon. So, how about it? Should we decide to take action against Tohsaka Tokiomi now?" The mysterious Servant looked at Emiya Kiritsugu and asked.

"Let's keep going and observe... We'll have to wait until we encounter them before we can say anything. However, we need to be careful as we move forward, as we're very likely to run into those normal Servants. Those guys probably wouldn't be happy to get rid of me as soon as they see me."

Kiritsugu Emiya didn't answer the question directly; he felt there was too much of a coincidence involved. But Kiritsugu wasn't one to let an opportunity slip by, so without much hesitation, he started walking forward. Meanwhile, Maiya Hisau continued pushing Kenneth, who was still unconscious in his wheelchair, and followed after them.

The mysterious follower didn't say much and followed along, but after only a couple of steps, he suddenly stepped on a monster's limb and stumbled, almost falling over.

"Here we go again... With my strength, I shouldn't be able to miss the limbs under my feet, but for some reason I keep stepping on them and almost slipping." The mysterious servant stared at the situation under his feet and began to ponder.

Since last night, some strange things have happened to me, which can be summed up in two words: bad luck. I don't know why I'm having such bad luck today. Not only was I almost hit by a car on the way here, but the helicopter I stole and flew up to the Sky Garden suddenly leaked oil when it got close to the Sky Garden. In the end, I only managed to land the helicopter safely on the Sky Garden thanks to my special skills.

"Did that guy do something to me? A curse? Fate? But these things can't kill me with my restraining power as my foundation." After making his assessment, the mysterious servant continued walking forward.

……

On the large bed in the dark, misty room, Wang Chong's lips slid down Joan's neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses. His hands caressed her full, snowy breasts, kneading and squeezing them, feeling their softness and elasticity. Joan couldn't help but let out a sweet moan, her body twisting slightly.

Hearing Joan of Arc's rapid breathing, Wang Chong increased the pressure of his grip. Joan of Arc's legs were already wet, and her body writhed and trembled with his movements, indicating she was experiencing extreme pleasure.

"Mmm...no...wait there...oh!" Joan weakly pushed away Wang Chong's hand, because at this moment, Wang Chong's fingers had already slipped into her warm, muddy flower path. The rough fingertips began to scrape wantonly, causing Joan to tremble all over.

Ignoring him, Wang Chong's fingers probed deeper, feeling the shape and entirety of Joan of Arc's depths. In his continued exploration, Wang Chong seemed to find a small bump, first grinning mischievously, then lightly flicking it with his fingernail. Joan of Arc immediately arched her neck and let out a high-pitched scream.

"Ugh!! Ah!!"

Joan of Arc couldn't help but groan, her body writhing uncontrollably. She had never imagined herself to be so wanton, and a wave of intense shame washed over her. But at the same time, an unprecedented pleasure was slowly eroding her reason.

Seeing Joan of Arc's state, Wang Chong couldn't help but feel a little smug. However, he knew he couldn't go too far with her; everything had to be done gradually. Therefore, Wang Chong stopped what he was doing. He held Joan of Arc's cheek and looked deeply into her eyes: "It's okay, relax. If you can't take it, just say so, okay?"

Joan of Arc tried to calm her breathing and finally nodded in understanding. Wang Chong resumed his caresses, this time with greater gentleness and caution. He soothed Joan's body with his lips and tongue, and gently massaged her lower abdomen with his hands, hoping to ease her tension.

As time went on, Joan of Arc's body gradually adapted to this level of stimulation. She was no longer so tense, and instead, her breathing became increasingly rapid and occasional moans escaped her lips. Wang Chong keenly noticed these changes and became increasingly daring in his techniques.

He inserted two fingers and began to explore back and forth. With each insertion, he would bend his knuckles and rub vigorously. At the same time, his palm would press against the valley, sometimes slowly and rhythmically rubbing it.

Joan of Arc's body reacted quickly. She arched her back, lifting it off the bed and raising her hips slightly. The clear fluid gushed forth more and more, not only wetting Wang Chong's fingers but also dripping and splashing down his fingers, leaving dark stains on the sheets.

Joan of Arc closed her eyes and began to enjoy the pleasure Wang Chong brought her. Wang Chong keenly noticed her changes, and his lips and tongue became even more fervent, while his fingers began to move rapidly in and out of her cave. Soon, waves of tingling sensations surged through her, and Joan of Arc involuntarily arched her back, her toes curling tightly.

"Wait...I want...ah!" Before Joan could finish speaking, a warm liquid gushed from her body. She gasped for breath, her whole body flushed an alluring pink. Wang Chong chuckled and licked the liquid from his lips, then pulled the adorably reacting Joan into his arms.

"Is it comfortable?" Wang Chong asked in a low voice.

Joan of Arc blushed and nodded shyly. The sudden surge to the summit had left her both excited and embarrassed. Wang Chong tenderly kissed away the sweat from her forehead and softly comforted her, "Don't worry, it's a normal physiological reaction. You did very well."

After a short rest, Wang Chong helped Joan of Arc sit up. He bent down and kissed every part of Joan's body with reverence. Joan felt Wang Chong's hot breath on her skin, and her whole body went limp and she couldn't muster any strength.

“Come on, put your hands on my shoulders. Look into my eyes, and you won’t have to worry about feeling flustered when it enters.” Wang Chong helped Joan to her feet and guided her to sit on his lap. Their bodies were pressed closely together, and he could clearly feel Joan’s heaving chest and rapid heartbeat.

Wang Chong wrapped one arm around Joan of Arc's waist, while the other hand guided his Noble Phantasm towards the entrance of the flower cave. He moved forward slowly but steadily, pushing aside layers of hardship, and arduously ventured deeper into the cave.

"Ugh...it hurts a little..." Joan of Arc groaned softly, her brow furrowed.

Wang Chong stopped what he was doing and tenderly kissed the back of Joan's neck: "Relax, leave it to me."

He continued deeper, finally reaching the barrier. Wang Chong took a deep breath, thrusting his hips forward, and broke through the final barrier. A vibrant red flower bloomed inside Joan of Arc, a few drops of warm blood dripping from their point of union, leaving crimson spots on the white sheets, blossoming into poignant flowers.

Wang Chong stopped what he was doing and quietly felt the warmth and tightness inside Joan of Arc's body. He lowered his head and kissed away the tears at the corners of Joan's eyes, gently comforting her, "It's over, relax."

Joan of Arc endured the discomfort, trying to adjust to the foreign object inside her. She could clearly feel the shape of Wang Chong, every inch of the protrusion enveloped by soft folds. The pain gradually subsided, replaced by a strange sensation, as if an electric current rose from her lower abdomen, climbing up her spine.

Wang Chong shifted his waist slightly, tentatively thrusting a few times. Joan of Arc bit her lower lip, the pain and tingling sensations mixing and assaulting her brain. Fortunately, her vaginal canal was well lubricated, and the pain gradually subsided, replaced by a strange sense of fullness and pleasure.

Seemingly noticing the decrease in Jeanne's pain, Wang Chong began to move slowly, his Noble Phantasm rubbing back and forth within her tight flower-like opening. Each entry and exit brought a slight stinging sensation, but as the number of times increased, this pain weakened, replaced by a tingling pleasure and satisfaction.

"How are you? Does it still hurt?" Wang Chong asked with concern.

Joan of Arc shook her head, blushing, and whispered, "It doesn't hurt anymore... It feels a little strange."

After receiving the reply, Wang Chong smiled and nodded, then slowly began to accelerate, his treasure sliding back and forth in the tight passage. Each entry and exit brought out a little clear spring water, making a "gurgling" sound.

"Mmm...ah..." Joan of Arc couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her waist unconsciously moving in sync with Wang Chong's movements. For the first time, she experienced the wonder of love between a man and a woman, and the pleasure that reached the depths of her soul was irresistible.

"No wonder...no wonder both Mrs. Irisviel and the Knight King...they all cried out like that. It's a feeling that sends chills down your spine. Is this behavior just how it is...or is it that the real mastermind is Wang Chong?"

Joan of Arc gasped for breath, her emotions growing stronger and more uncontrollable with the pleasure emanating from below. Doing this with someone she loved only made her love for him even more profound. Yes, Joan of Arc could now confirm that she had fallen in love with Wang Chong.

Chapter 255 Leaving? Whatever, I just want to exercise. (The End)

"Hello, Lady Joan of Arc... Lady Joan of Arc!"

Joan of Arc, who was squatting in front of the campfire roasting meat, suddenly heard a familiar male voice coming from behind her.

"I've been looking for you everywhere, Lady Joan of Arc. Why are you sitting here alone by the fire?" the man in silver armor said with a smile.

"So it's General Gilles." Joan of Arc turned and, after recognizing the person, stood up and said, "Thinking of someone only helps me calm down. But General Gilles, having finally achieved this victory, aren't you going to celebrate with your soldiers?"

"Isn't this the protagonist we've come to see? It was clearly under Your Excellency Joan of Arc's leadership that we won this victory and reclaimed Orléans. If we're going to celebrate, how can we exclude Your Excellency Joan of Arc?" Gilles de Rais said with a smile, and continued, "You seem to be seeking some peace and quiet. Is something troubling Your Excellency Joan of Arc?"

“No, I’m just thinking about when this war will end. It has brought so much hardship and suffering to our people. I long for children to grow up healthy in a land free from war, for men to work hard at home, and for women to comfort their families. For everything to be peaceful and beautiful.” A trace of pity flashed in Joan of Arc’s eyes, as if she were gazing upon the entire land of her homeland.

“Your Grace Joan, your mercy will surely be known to the Lord. We have already won this great victory, and sooner or later we will drive those damned Englishmen out and restore peace to the country!” Gilles de Rais said forcefully.

“Hmm…Speaking of which, if this war really ends, what does General Gilles plan to do?” Joan of Arc finished speaking, then seemed to realize that her question was somewhat problematic, so she added, “Well…it seems a bit too early to talk about these things. Just pretend I didn’t ask anything.”

“It’s alright, it’s good to have something to look forward to for the future.” Gilles de Rais shook his head, then thought for a moment and said, “As for me, I’d probably like to expand my territory, then spend my days hunting and patrolling. If possible, I’d also accumulate more wealth, and spend the rest of my life with the woman I love. Ha, that’s probably the kind of worldly desire I have. It’s also what most soldiers think: wealth, power, women…”

“I see, that makes sense.” Joan of Arc nodded with a light laugh.

"And what about Lady Joan of Arc? Does she intend to stay in the church and become a clergyman after this war is won?" Gilles asked curiously.

“I do listen to the Lord’s will… to fight for the Lord and for the people. But… once this battle is over, and I have fulfilled the mission the Lord has given me, I might prefer to be an ordinary woman. To meet someone I love, and spend my life with him,” Joan of Arc said slowly. “I don’t care about power. From beginning to end, I simply stood up from among ordinary people to protect them and fight against the invaders. When everything settles down, I will naturally return to them.”

"...Your noble thoughts and soul are truly admirable." Upon hearing this, Gil was deeply moved and raised his fist in respect.

"It's just a very ordinary thought," Joan of Arc said with a light laugh, shaking her head.

“But I’m really curious, what kind of extraordinary man could have won over Lady Joan of Arc? Would he have three heads and six arms? Or a man as majestic as a dragon? I can’t even imagine,” Gilles de Rais said, half-jokingly.

"It can't be that exaggerated... What kind of person would I like?" Joan of Arc said, lost in thought.

“I can’t think of anything either… but perhaps when the time is right, it will suddenly appear before me. I also believe that God will grant me this happy marriage,” Joan of Arc said with a smile.

……

"Hmm... Ah... Wang Chongjun, slow down, it feels so strange... Hmm!"

Joan of Arc couldn't help but moan, her voice tinged with a mixture of shyness and pleasure. She tried to match Wang Chong's movements, making her body even more in harmony with his. In a daze, memories of her time in the military involuntarily surfaced in her mind. The memory of discussing her feelings for someone with Gilles de Rais inexplicably resurfaced.

"Is this...the man I finally fell in love with? A man who never stirred my heart in my short life, yet I encountered him in this way in the distant future after my death. Lord, is this your forgiveness or your punishment?" Joan of Arc's heart was filled with turmoil, and her body unconsciously began to move more and more exaggeratedly. Wang Chong, as if he had turned on a switch, allowed himself to enjoy and immerse himself more and more in this lovemaking activity.

"Ah... Wang Chong... I like you so much..." Joan of Arc tilted her head back, gazing at Wang Chong with hazy eyes. Her words were broken and intermittent, mixed with uncontrollable moans.

Wang Chong looked down at Joan of Arc's beautiful face, his heart overflowing with tenderness. He quickened his pace, each thrust hitting the deepest point, stirring up a tidal wave of pleasure.

"Ah...so deep...slower..." Joan of Arc gripped Wang Chong's back tightly with both hands, her fingernails leaving shallow marks on his skin. She could clearly feel that hot, hard thing ramming inside her, bringing wave after wave of intense stimulation.

The two were intertwined, like two perfect individuals merging into one. The sounds of their bodies colliding echoed throughout the room, the intense scent of hormones filling every inch of space. But within this enclosed space, only love surged and raged.

Just as things were getting exciting, Wang Chong suddenly stopped. Then, with one hand supporting Joan's rounded buttocks and the other around her slender waist, he lifted her up. Joan gasped, instinctively wrapping her legs around Wang Chong's waist to prevent herself from falling. This position brought their bodies even closer together, and his Noble Phantasm pressed even deeper against the deepest part of the city gate.

"Ugh! It's so uncomfortable..." This new position made Joan of Arc feel completely out of place. Her body was completely suspended in the air, with all her weight pressing down on Wang Chong. Wang Chong's strong arms supported her hips, occasionally bouncing her up and down, causing her to gasp softly.

Wang Chong began to slowly thrust in and out, each upward thrust sending Joan of Arc flying before slamming back down with a series of "thuds." Joan clung tightly to Wang Chong's neck, bouncing up and down with his movements, her long golden hair flying through the air.

Then, Wang Chong walked while thrusting his hips, repeatedly moving the magic weapon in and out of the tight flower cave. With each step, the magic weapon would penetrate deeper, causing Jeanne to tremble uncontrollably. She clung tightly to Wang Chong's neck, burying her face deeply in his broad shoulders, as if afraid she would fall off.

"Don't worry, I'll hold you tight, Joan." Wang Chong's deep voice rang in her ears, giving Joan a great sense of security. He pinned Joan against the wall covered with rules and used gravity and the force of the rebound to thrust violently. Joan felt like a small boat in a storm, tossed up and down by waves of tingling pleasure.

"Ahhh...it's too deep...it's going to break..." Jeanne threw her head back and cried out wantonly. She had never imagined that she would become so wanton one day, but in Wang Chong's arms, everything seemed to become natural. Unconsciously, Jeanne had become no different from Irisviel and Artoria before, her body gradually becoming inseparable from Wang Chong's intimacy.

"Mmm...this position...is so stimulating..." Joan of Arc murmured, her body already soaked in sweat. Wang Chong lowered his head and took her rosy lips into his mouth, sucking and increasing the pressure, each time grinding hard against the most sensitive spot in her flower cave.

Under such intense exertion, Joan of Arc quickly reached the edge of her climax. She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to suppress the scream that was about to escape her lips. Wang Chong noticed her predicament and deliberately slowed down, asking mischievously, "What's wrong? Are you about to reach your limit again? Don't hold back, just scream it out."

Joan of Arc was overwhelmed with shame and indignation, yet she could not deny her body's honest reaction. Just as she was about to collapse, Wang Chong suddenly increased his speed, thrusting into her like a storm.

"Ah!—Eek!" Joan of Arc could no longer control herself and cried out loudly. The flower cave contracted violently, and a large amount of spring water gushed out, pouring onto Wang Chong's treasure.

Wang Chong also groaned from the sudden tightness, almost unleashing his magic. He gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to release his magic. After withdrawing from Joan of Arc's body, he slowly placed Joan of Arc on the bed and helped her lie down.

Joan of Arc was still immersed in the afterglow of her climax, her body powerless and at his mercy. At this moment, Wang Chong knelt in front of her, put her two fair legs on his shoulders, and aimed his treasure at her still convulsing cave, and thrust it in hard.

"Ah! No... let me rest for a while..." Joan cried out, pushing against Wang Chong's chest with both hands. However, such resistance was ineffective. Wang Chong grabbed her wrists and pressed them to her sides, and began to move vigorously.

This position allowed the Noble Phantasm to penetrate deeper. Wang Chong repeatedly slammed into Jeanne's rounded buttocks, producing dull thuds. Jeanne felt as if her entire body was being pierced, the deepest part of her being repeatedly thrust into, about to be breached. This intense stimulation made her dizzy.

"It's too deep...no...I really can't take it anymore..." Joan of Arc cried out, her voice trembling slightly. Wang Chong leaned down, his chest pressing against Joan of Arc's full, snowy breasts, feeling the wonderful sensation of them rubbing against him.

He lowered his head and kissed away Joan's tears, his voice hoarse yet alluring: "Joan, just a little longer. I'll be there soon too."

As he spoke, Wang Chong increased his speed, thrusting in and out rapidly like a pile driver. Joan of Arc was so aroused that she lost her senses, only knowing to respond to the man's rhythm, letting out sweet, wanton moans.

Finally, after a deep thrust, the Noble Phantasm completely smashed open the city gate, conquered the city's interior, and poured all its high-energy magic into it.

"Waaaaah—!!!" Joan of Arc almost rolled her eyes back. Reaching her limit repeatedly was about to completely evaporate her ideals, and her soul seemed to rush to heaven.

After this intense moment, the two embraced, panting. Wang Chong slowly withdrew from Joan of Arc's body, and a thick, white fluid mixed with blood flowed from her flower cave, sliding down her inner thighs.

Joan of Arc propped herself up, her eyes glazed as she gazed at the streams of white fluid. For a moment, she inexplicably chuckled, "Hehe... Wang Chongjun, are you trying to get me pregnant?"

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Author's Note: Okay, that's all for now. I've been banned several times already. Now I'll start promoting the main story QAQ. Please also vote and give a reward to support me.

Chapter 256 Time Management Master

"Ding! The host has simultaneously established intimate relationships with Irisviel, Artoria, and Jeanne d'Arc (Laetitia). The host has successfully captured the hearts of all three. Their current statuses are as follows:"

Irisviel: 90 points of affection, 98% chance of falling for her

Artoria: 80 points of affection, 20% chance of falling in love

Joan of Arc: 80 points of favorability, 20% chance of infatuation.

"Ding—Congratulations, host, for successfully designing a trap that led three people to willingly engage in intimate relations with you, deceiving their feelings and initiating their descent into depravity. Therefore, you are rewarded with 1500 Villain Points, the title of 'Master of Time Management,' one epic lottery draw, and enhanced kidney function. Your current Villain Points are: 6850."

"System, it seems like your writing skills for reward scripts aren't as good as before. Have you run out of ideas?" Wang Chong was in high spirits, lying on the bed with Jeanne and Artoria flanking him, his hands digging into their clitoris. Meanwhile, Irisviel, panting, straddled him, continuing her movements.

After all, the effects of the love potion cannot be quenched by a single act of sexual intercourse. On the contrary, after this experience, the three women's desires were completely ignited, and they had become slaves to their desires, their minds filled with the urge to continue.

As for the rules, they were already set in stone, and everyone could leave the room at any time. But why leave? Leaving was irrelevant now; all they wanted was to continue their passionate exercise.

"Hehe, host, doesn't this just show that Tongbao still has a lot to learn from you? It is precisely Tongbao's shortcomings that highlight your greatness! You need to keep learning from me!" the system chuckled, flattering him.

"Alright, alright, so you're going to pull this on me, huh? Okay, tell me about this time management master you just acquired," Wang Chong said with a smile.

"【Time Management Master】Effect: Given that you have completed several group sports activities, you are awarded the title of Time Management Master. This title allows you to create a time domain during exercise, where time flows much faster than outside. Therefore, with this title, even if you exercise for a considerable period of time, you will not be delayed in dealing with external events," the system explained.

"How about it, host? This title's ability is pretty impressive, isn't it? Because the host's exercise time is getting longer and longer, the system judged that it might affect the important matters that need to be handled. Therefore, it specially made this reward," the system said with a smile.

"Well done! This is exactly what I need right now." Wang Chong's eyes lit up after listening to the system's explanation. He had long since discovered that as his abilities in that area improved, each release of his magic power required a long period of accumulated stimulation.

While this would allow him to better increase the target's fall value, the time it took was ultimately too long. Like this time, in order to subdue Jeanne d'Arc and Artoria, and incidentally advance Mrs. Irisviel's progress, he had to force his own Servants into a protracted battle. Frankly, Wang Chong himself felt that doing so was very unfair to the Servants who had already pledged their loyalty to him.

Now, this title has perfectly solved this problem for me. Even if I'm inside for a long time, several hours or more, only a few minutes have passed outside. This greatly alleviates my problem of time constraints and scheduling difficulties.

“Now I can activate this effect. It seems the three of them haven’t been properly fed yet.” Wang Chong said, looking at Irisviel riding on his back and moving her hips, and Artoria and Jeanne d’Arc licking and kissing his body. Then he activated his title effect.

Next, he'll have to thoroughly deal with these three insatiable beauties.

……

"Damn it! I almost managed to take down that... King Gil? King Gilgi? The name is too tongue-twisting to pronounce. I almost finished her off. If my forbidden technique array were fully activated, I could have completely sealed off the door to her Noble Phantasm. Let's see how long this guy who relies on his Noble Phantasm can be so arrogant!"

At this moment, in Semiramis's room, Aika Sajō looked quite angry, glaring fiercely at Gilgamesh, who was fighting Mordred on the screen. Because Gilgamesh had discovered Aika Sajō and ignored Atalanta, directly attacking her, Semiramis was ultimately forced to teleport her back.

As for Sajō Aika, she was clearly furious because she had failed to help her prince defeat his opponent and instead had slunk back. She harbored a deep grudge against Gilgamesh; instead of obediently dying, he had made her lose face before the prince, and she was ready to die!