The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

"Eh?"

"In the very end, we were all enveloped by the energy gushing out of the Holy Grail. Emiya Kiritsugu was the first to touch the Holy Grail, and the Holy Grail responded to his wish. I never expected that the unscrupulous man would have such a childish yet extremely noble wish to save all of humanity," Wang Chong said slowly.

"But the Holy Grail was endowed with malice. It was supposed to be an omnipotent wish-granting machine, but at this moment, its pure malice was revealed. Using this as a lure, it exploited Emiya Kiritsugu's 'sacrifice' of the entire city of Fuyuki in order to fulfill the wish to save the entire city. However... when the fire burned, claiming the lives of the city, the Holy Grail revealed its true malice."

"It said: 'Sacrificing the few to save the many, this is the choice you have made. The Holy Grail will continue to extend and accelerate according to your vision, accelerating the process of sacrificing the few to save the many. In the end, only you will be left to complete the salvation of mankind. Emiya Kiritsugu, you are the true Angra Mainyu, the perfect person to bear the evil of this world. You will witness the miracle you create with your own eyes."

"How could it be..." Irisviel's face paled. If that were the case... the death of an entire city wouldn't just be a cruel price to pay, but the beginning of sin. The Holy Grail wasn't satisfied with sacrificing a single city; it would use this as a foundation to continue slaughtering the entire human race on Earth.

"In the end, we worked together to destroy the Holy Grail and interrupt the magic ritual. As a result, I eventually dissipated. When my consciousness finally sank into this place, I only saw Emiya Kiritsugu alone in the burning Fuyuki City, looking like a madman for survivors who did not exist at all." After saying this, Wang Chong used a spell to project a picture from his palm. The picture was exactly Emiya Kiritsugu's face that was almost collapsed and desperate. He was digging and searching for survivors like crazy in the fire.

Irisviel remembered that Wang Chong possessed the ability to project his own memories. Therefore, upon seeing Emiya Kiritsugu's face, nearly filled with despair, Irisviel, feeling the same pain, could no longer hold back her tears and began to weep.

"Perhaps my words may sound a little harsh... but this may be retribution. His almost pathological and twisted ideals and unscrupulous methods have ultimately led to today's disastrous consequences. If the Holy Grail is the root of evil, then Emiya Kiritsugu is the best person chosen by the Holy Grail to release this evil. No wonder Emiya Kiritsugu was able to create so many extra Servants in the beginning. This is not a power he should be able to control at all." Wang Chong said.

"Wu…hiss…why is this happening…wu…" A sobbing sound echoed, and Irisviel didn't refute Wang Chong's words. The facts were clear, and the logic was impeccable. Furthermore, because Irisviel knew Emiya Kiritsugu's character and ideals well, she wasn't surprised at all when she learned the truth about the Holy Grail and its ultimate outcome. She felt only the pain that far surpassed what Kotomine Kirei had previously inflicted upon her.

Wang Chong just stared at Irisviel quietly, waiting for her to vent her sorrow.

An unknown amount of time passed, but after the sobbing had subsided, Wang Chong sighed and said, "Mrs. Irisviel, you now know the final outcome. Even the living cannot reverse what has already been decided, let alone the dead. It's time to let go of everything and enter the cycle of reincarnation. There's no point in staying here any longer, and those resentments will only twist and even devour you. While you still have some clarity of mind, escape into the cycle of reincarnation as soon as possible."

"...Mr. Caster, what about you?" Irisviel wiped away her tears. Her eyes were red from crying, and they were sparkling with tears that had not yet completely dried. One look at her eyes made people feel pity for her.

"Of course, I will continue to clear the resentment in these places. It can be regarded as a complete cleanup for this city." Wang Chong said.

"Mr. Caster, is there no other way to eliminate those resentments? It is you, Caster, who must bear the malice..." Irisviel couldn't help but ask.

"It's not that there aren't other ways... it's just that there's no need, and it's impossible." Wang Chong closed his eyes and shook his head. "Ultimately, the root of those resentments lies with Emiya Kiritsugu. As the saying goes, every wrong has its perpetrator. If we vent the resentment and malice within those resentments on Emiya Kiritsugu, it will undoubtedly be the fastest way to purify them. This is because it would be equivalent to fulfilling the last wishes of those remnant souls, fundamentally destroying their motivation to stay here."

"But Emiya Kiritsugu isn't dead. At least not yet. Therefore, this method can't be implemented."

After hearing this, Irisviel bit her red lips lightly with her white teeth, as if she had made a decision. With a hint of determination in her moist eyes, she said, "Mr. Caster. As Emiya Kiritsugu's wife and the person closest to him, I should be able to eliminate those resentful malice on his behalf."

"Do you want to suffer for your husband?" Wang Chong understood the implication of Alice's words and said in a deep voice.

Chapter 126: Taking Punishment (Part 1)

"Do you want to suffer for your husband?" Wang Chong asked in a deep voice.

"I just want to do what I should... no, what I must do." Irisviel clenched her left fist and placed it over her heart. A hint of sadness flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. She continued, "This is a sin committed by Kiritsugu. As his companion, this is something I must face. Kiritsugu and I are both sinners... Now that Kiritsugu hasn't arrived here, it's my turn to take his punishment... bear the wrath of those innocent people, bear their evil... and help them return to their original state."

"...But do you know what would happen if you were left exposed to those guys? You would be torn to pieces by them... Your obsession can only dispel the resentment of a few people. The price you pay is that you will lose the chance to return to your original state and completely disappear from this world." Wang Chong said in a deep voice.

"Just... just dispel the resentment of a few people? I really can't do anything." However, Irisviel didn't care about the price of disappearing from this world. She was more concerned that even if she were completely annihilated, it would only dispel a few resentments. Compared to the tens of thousands of resentments, this was like a drop in the bucket.

"Alas... I can't persuade you, Mrs. Irisviel... It seems that you have decided to do this, right?" Wang Chong sighed and said.

"Yes, I have made up my mind. I cannot accept myself escaping to the original place alone. I cannot forgive myself for being like this. Perhaps this is the real reason why I have been dying here. Mr. Caster, thank you for your kindness and help. You should not have to bear their malice and resentment. I will hold on... no matter if I am torn apart or how painful it is, I will hold on." Irisviel took a deep breath, and after speaking, she turned around and prepared to walk forward, ready to embark on her own road to atonement.

"...In that case...I have a compromise. It can not only prevent your collapse and annihilation, but also quickly transform those resentments back into pure souls, allowing them to return to their original place." Seeing that Irisviel was about to take action, Wang Chong said silently behind her.

"Eh? Are you serious? What method is that?" After hearing this, Alice stopped and looked at Wang Chong and asked.

"It's very simple, a two-pronged approach. I will first absorb those resentful thoughts into my body, carrying their hatred and evil. But I will no longer suppress that hatred and evil. Instead, I will vent it on you, Mrs. Irisviel, while trying my best to control the power. I will act as an intermediary to impose punishment on you. In this way, I can quickly eliminate the malice of those resentful thoughts, and prevent you from being treated too harshly and breaking down." Wang Chong stated the solution.

“This…” After hearing this, Irisviel immediately understood that this method was indeed feasible, but she still hesitated. “But… wouldn’t this still cause you, Mr. Caster, the most pain and danger? This shouldn’t be your responsibility.”

"Haha, Madam, have you forgotten? No matter what you think, clearing the resentment of this land was something I decided to do from the beginning. Even if you leave here now, I will not give up on this. Since we both insist on doing this thing no matter what, why not cooperate again?" Wang Chong said with a chuckle.

“…I understand, Mr. Caster.” Irisviel nodded, finally approving of this method.

"But in this way, although the pain it brings won't make you collapse, I'm afraid it will last for a very long time... and once we start, it will be difficult for us to stop and rest. Those resentful people will sense your location and rush over one after another. Although I can guarantee that nothing unexpected will happen to you and me in the short term, if it goes on for a long time, I can't guarantee that our wills will not be distorted. I can't guarantee that there will be no unforeseen things happening during this process. Are you sure you want to continue, Mrs. Irisviel?" Wang Chong said seriously.

"Since Mr. Caster has gone this far, why would I back down?" Irisviel also had a serious expression, without the slightest hesitation.

"Okay, in that case, madam, please be prepared. If I make any extreme moves later, please... try your best to be patient." Wang Chong said.

"Well... thank you, Mr. Caster." After hearing this, Irisviel expressed her sincere gratitude with a smile that seemed like she was relieved.

With Irisviel witnessing him, Wang Chong, with a gentle smile on his face, turned around, raised his hand, and began to draw the surrounding resentment towards him. However, when Irisviel could no longer see Wang Chong's face, the originally gentle smile gradually became sinister.

Not long after the passage of time, a shrill cry came from the front: "Kill, kill, kill! I will kill that damn rat! Kill everyone in the Einzbern family!"

A murderous scream came, making Irisviel's heart tighten. She knew that voice. It was the first monster she encountered when her consciousness regained consciousness here - Kenneth.

He watched as Kayneth, transformed into a monster, charged at him with sharp claws. But as he approached Wang Chong's Ruined King's Blade, Kayneth's entire body began to uncontrollably crack, disintegrating into numerous particles, starting with his head. Finally, when the entire transformation was complete, a crimson mist lingered around the blade.

This time, Wang Chong didn't slowly smooth out the red mist with his palm as he had done before. Instead, he clenched his fist and absorbed it. In an instant, a crimson aura rose from Wang Chong's body, and Wang Chong's body trembled even more violently than before.

"Mr. Caster!" Irisviel couldn't help but become worried and hurried forward to check, but unexpectedly Wang Chong turned around suddenly and knocked Irisviel to the ground with a palm.

"Ouch!" Alice felt pain and let out a muffled groan with her eyes closed. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a big hand grabbing her cheeks fiercely, and a trace of pain came from it.

"Kill...kill..."

From Irisviel's perspective, Wang Chong's eyes were red and filled with resentment, just like the look he had seen in Kenneth's eyes earlier. Wang Chong grabbed Irisviel's face and lifted her up. Then, Wang Chong roared, "Che... Si... Ai... Yin! I... I will skin you alive and tear your tendons apart! Suffer as much pain as you can!"

Wang Chong raised his other hand and grabbed Irisviel, as if his hand had turned into a sharp claw, trying to tear Irisviel apart.

"Ouch!" Irisviel closed her eyes. She was ready to endure the pain.

"Hiss - hiss -"

But what he heard was not the sound of fingers piercing flesh, but rather the sound of cloth being torn.

Irisviel couldn't help but open her eyes again, but the scene before her filled her with utter shame, and she couldn't help but scream. She saw that the Einzbern dress she had been wearing was now ripped to shreds, revealing patches of her snow-white skin to Wang Chong.

Irisviel subconsciously wanted to cover herself, but as soon as she loosened her hands that were holding Wang Chong's wrists, all the weight of her body was placed on her face. The pain on her face suddenly became more intense, which made Irisviel hold Wang Chong's wrists tighter due to the instinct of pain.

"My body... has been seen by no one but Kiritsugu." Irisviel felt the covering on her chest flutter to the ground, completely exposing the two cherry-red spots on her chest to Wang Chong's eyes. Furthermore, despite the cloth covering her body, many key parts of her body were exposed, leaving Irisviel torn between pain and shame.

Chapter 127: Taking Punishment (Part 2)

Just as Irisviel was struggling between pain and shame, Wang Chong's actions did not end there. He stretched out two fingers of his other hand and poked directly into Irisviel's eyes, as if he wanted to dig out her eyeballs.

As Irisviel saw the fingers getting closer, her original feelings of pain and shyness were gradually overwhelmed by the fear of having her eyes gouged out. Even though Irisviel had prepared herself, when she really had to face the torture, she was still like an ordinary weak woman, fearing the torture in her heart.

Irisviel could only recall the scene of the Fuyuki fire she had seen before, and the image of Kiritsugu acting like a madman, which aroused her own self-blame and compassion. Only then did she suppress the fear and wait for the two fingers to dig out her eyes.

However, just as the two fingers were about to touch Irisviel's pupils, they paused and then dropped, pressing down on Irisviel's face before sliding down. At this moment, Irisviel saw Wang Chong breathing heavily, shaking his head constantly, and the red aura on his body flickered.

Afterwards, Wang Chong released the hand that was holding Irisviel's chin. Irisviel sat down on the ground again, coughing twice and stroking her almost swollen chin.

"I'm... sorry... please... bear... with... me... for now. I'm... going to begin." Wang Chong covered his head with his hands, speaking haltingly in pain. Irisviel knew that Wang Chong had forced himself to regain some clarity, speaking these words to her. For a moment, Irisviel understood that Wang Chong had suppressed his resentful rage, which had reduced the original attempt at skinning and cramping to merely tearing her clothes, and the original attempt at gouging out her eyes to nothing.

"Mr. Caster, don't worry about me too much. Irisviel can bear any malice. No matter what Mr. Caster does, Irisviel deserves it." Knowing Wang Chong's good intentions and seeing how painful he looked, Irisviel felt only gratitude and indebtedness towards Wang Chong. She only hoped that Wang Chong would stop deliberately making herself suffer and stop worrying about her.

Wang Chong simply nodded silently as black mist began to gather in his hands. Soon, a whip made of black mist appeared in his hands.

Irisviel stared at the black whip in Wang Chong's hand. As she saw it, she anticipated the torture she would soon endure. Fear welled up within her once again. She knew her fair, delicate body would be scarred and bruised by the whip's ravages. However, Irisviel didn't flinch. Suppressing her fear once again, she straightened her back, allowing the long whip, formed from the condensed black mist, to roam across her delicate body.

Wang Chong used his strength to manipulate the long whip, slowly bringing it closer to Irisviel's body with a flick of his arm. His eyes were now as frightening as a wild animal's, but rather than a lust for that graceful figure, they revealed a fierce desire to attack. However, Wang Chong exercised some restraint, sliding the long whip only along Irisviel's exposed neck and shoulders, feeling the touch of her cool, smooth skin.

"Oooh..." Irisviel couldn't help but moan softly, shuddering slightly. The tingling sensation of the whip sliding across her sensitive skin caused a strange change in her body. Irisviel could feel her peak gradually becoming engorged and erect. This shameful change filled Irisviel with immense shame, and she couldn't help but wonder if the man before her was trying to flirt with her.

But seeing Wang Chong's agonizing expression as he bit his lip, Irisviel's shame immediately turned to self-blame. She cursed herself for having such a shameful thought. He was clearly in pain, yet she had mistakenly believed he was flirting with her. It was clearly because he was still hesitating about how hard to whip her that this awkward stalemate had occurred.

Thinking of this, Irisviel took another deep breath and said, "Mr. Caster... let's do it."

After hearing this, Wang Chong also made a decision. He suddenly swung the whip made of mist in his hand. With a crisp "snap" sound, it landed heavily on Irisviel's exposed left arm.

"Ah—" Irisviel cried out in pain, a red mark immediately appearing on her fair skin, and the burning pain quickly spread. She felt tears streaming down her cheeks, but she made no move to escape, insisting on letting Wang Chong continue to punish her.

Wang Chong's whip lashed out again and again at Irisviel's fair skin, leaving her delicate snow-capped peaks crisscrossed with scars and bloodshot. Irisviel gritted her teeth, suppressing her moans as sweat dripped from her forehead. Her legs had already given way to her knees.

As time passed, the mist whip swung relentlessly, leaving striking marks on Irisviel's delicate body. As the whip fell, Irisviel's snow-capped peaks rose and fell violently, and the bright red marks crisscrossed between them, looking particularly glaring. Although Irisviel gritted her teeth and endured the pain, she still let out an uncontrollable groan from time to time, and her body trembled continuously.

Finally, the red mist around Wang Chong dissipated. Wang Chong stopped swinging the whip and panted, "Finally, I've vented all of Kenneth's malice bit by bit. Mrs. Irisviel is safe for now."

By this time, Irisviel's soft skin was covered in whip marks from the repeated ravages of the long whip. The bright red marks, like blossoming red plum blossoms adorning her jade-like skin, held an inexplicably unique beauty. Although the pain was unbearable, Irisviel could still sense Wang Chong's gentle lashing. Though it lasted a while, this pain was enough to completely dissolve the obsession with murderous intent, and Irisviel had become quite receptive to it.

However, due to the whipping, her already tattered clothing became even more tattered, leaving almost no covering. Irisviel's body was almost completely exposed to Wang Chong.

However, Mrs. Irisviel, focused on atonement, no longer cared about these things. She had already finished watching most of it. She simply asked, "When does the next one start?"

"I'm afraid it will be soon. This place has already attracted the attention of those resentful spirits, and I'm afraid our rest time will get shorter and shorter. I can only use my weapons and strength to quickly draw out their resentment, filtering it through my will, to punish you, madam, and vent their malice." Looking at the scarred Irisviel, Wang Chong gathered black mist and said slowly, "Madam, I will heal the wounds you just inflicted."

“No, that’s not necessary.” However, Irisviel shook her head firmly and said, “Don’t waste your energy on this. Besides, if my injury is healed like this, then wouldn’t the punishment I just received be meaningless?”

"Let the stinging in my body remind me. Remind me of the irreparable damage Kiritsugu and I have caused them. This is the only thing I can do. Please, Mr. Caster." Irisviel closed her eyes and pleaded.

"Madam... you are truly an incomparably gentle lady. Your noble soul will surely calm all resentment and return it to its original state." Wang Chong spoke admiringly, but Irisviel simply smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Caster, I am neither gentle nor noble... This is simply the last thing I, a sinful person, can do."

Wang Chong didn't say much when he saw this. He only heard a faint roar in the distance. He then sighed and said, "It seems we won't be able to rest for much longer... Madam, the next wave is coming soon."

"Okay, Mr. Caster... I still say the same thing... You don't have to worry about me. I can still bear a greater pain. This way, you can suffer less." Irisviel said.

"Mrs. Irisviel, you have your persistence, but I'm also proud of myself. Don't worry... I'll do what I can." With that, Wang Chong turned again. This time, he plunged his sword into the ground, using the black mist to create a force field. This way, any subsequent resentment would be immediately disintegrated into mist and quickly absorbed.

Chapter 128: Taking Punishment (Part 2)

Time slowly slipped by, and the sound of whiplash echoed through the darkness. The mist surrounding Wang Chong began to weaken once more, yet the whip in his hand remained as imposing and powerful as a bloodthirsty beast. The whip marks on Irisviel's body gradually deepened, the reddened, swollen marks crisscrossing like hideous, patterned centipedes clinging to her pure, jade-like skin. Her eyes closed slightly, and she let out a series of suppressed moans, as if enduring immense pain yet stubbornly persevering.

Irisviel felt as if her delicate body were engulfed in flames, a searing pain surging through her. Her breasts heaved violently under the whipping, like two fireballs about to ignite, streaking dazzling streaks through the air. Her slender legs, like two fragile wax sticks, trembled in the violent storm, as if they could break at any moment.

Her beautiful face, icy and jade-like, was twisted and deformed by the whip, like a broken piece of jade, mercilessly crushed by the relentless storm. Yet, even so, Irisviel gritted her teeth and persevered, allowing the long black mist whip to leave scarlet marks on her delicate body. She only hoped that her blood and tears could wash away the resentment in the hearts of those whose lives were consumed by the flames because of Kiritsugu.

Wang Chong gazed upon the poignant and breathtakingly beautiful scene before him, a wave of pity welling in his heart. Irisviel's icy, jade-like beauty, alternately tinged with pain, confusion, strength, and fragility under the whipping, as if all the beauty in the world were concentrated in that moment. The long, black mist whip in his hand was like a sharp sword, ruthlessly tearing apart this beauty, then crushing and reshaping it until it was completely destroyed.

So, he swung the whip even harder, whipping this incredibly beautiful body even more thoroughly. As he watched Irisviel struggle in pain under the whip, the pity in his heart had long since been replaced by an inexplicable sense of satisfaction and a desire to conquer.

[Eye of Depravity: Irisviel's current Depravity value: 40%... 41%...]

"It's almost time to start the next stage." Wang Chong couldn't help but think to himself.

During this period, at first, after each use of resentment, there was still time to rest and relax. However, as it continued, under Wang Chong's deliberate control, the intervals between the resentment's appearances became shorter and shorter. In Irisviel's eyes, it was because the resentment gradually became aware of her presence, and more and more resentment was rushing here.

Until now, the scale of the resentment that had arrived had grown from a single resentment to several, then dozens. Furthermore, often before the previous wave of resentment had completely consumed its energy, the next wave of resentment would replenish it.

Therefore, Wang Chong's strikes became more and more severe, and the areas of his whipping became increasingly obscene. However, Irisviel not only had no doubts, but even occasionally urged herself to go even further.

"Aili... Madam... the resentment is much more overwhelming than we imagined... If it were just physical pain... I'm afraid it wouldn't be enough to vent the malice... and if the same... punishment is repeated over and over again, the effect of venting the resentment will become increasingly... worse..." Taking advantage of the moment when the resentment subsided, Wang Chong pretended to wake up with difficulty and said.

"I... uh, Mr. Caster, I still say the same... Whatever you want to do, whatever you want to vent your malice to the maximum, just do it." Irisviel said.

"Okay, in that case... I'll let my body... be judged by my instincts..." Wang Chong finished speaking, his once clear eyes becoming cloudy and sinister again. This time, Wang Chong no longer suppressed his anger, and the whip in his hand lashed out even harder than before.

The long whip streaked through the air, cleaving the air mercilessly as it lashed down upon Irisviel's delicate, snow-white form. Her skin trembled beneath the lash, like a fragile block of ice melting in a raging fire. Irisviel felt her consciousness gradually blur between each lash, the pain and humiliation bringing her to the brink of collapse.

"Roar!" Wang Chong suddenly roared, and actually threw away the whip with one hand, and pounced directly on Alice, pressing her to the ground.

Irisviel was startled at the sight and was about to push him away, but she quickly restrained herself. This was the other party's perfect way of venting their malice. No matter what happened, she shouldn't resist. So Irisviel closed her eyes and allowed Wang Chong to continue his reckless behavior.

After Wang Chong knocked Irisviel down, he let out a low growl, and then his fingers tightly gripped Irisviel's towering breasts like iron clamps. He greedily felt the smooth and delicate touch and began to knead them roughly.

"!!!" Irisviel naturally felt the brutal pain in her chest. She hadn't imagined that the next way to vent her malice would be to play with her body in this way. Irisviel's body trembled involuntarily. She had never been treated like this before. Even Kiritsugu had always touched her gently. Although she knew that this was to vent the malice in her resentment, she couldn't help but feel a wave of shame and panic. However, when she saw the fierceness and madness in Wang Chong's eyes, she could only sigh softly, hoping that this would make him feel better and wake up sooner.

Apparently due to Irisviel's lack of resistance, the "out-of-control" Wang Chong became even more unbridled. He roughly grasped Irisviel's plump, round breasts, kneading them vigorously as if trying to squeeze the soft, snowy peaks from his palms. Then, he suddenly lowered his head and bit down on the tip of one of the peaks, as if wanting to swallow that bright red spot whole.

"Ouch!" Naturally, this rough treatment initially caused Irisviel pain. Perhaps she had gotten used to the pain or something else, but a strange sensation began to emanate from her breasts, causing her body temperature to gradually rise.

"...I'm being treated so roughly, I'm clearly suffering... What's happening to my body... Why am I feeling this way?" A flicker of confusion crossed Irisviel's mind. She knew such rough treatment would only cause more harm and pain, but why did her body react involuntarily? She felt a wave of shame and guilt, but she couldn't deny the pleasure she felt as those strong hands roamed over her delicate snow-white breasts and as her teeth bit them.

Irisviel probably didn't even know it herself. During the recent whipping, the constant lashing of sensitive areas on her body by the whip had caused her brain to gradually confuse the boundary between pain and stimulation. Now, Wang Chong's rough play on her, while painful, was far less than the whipping itself. Instead, the stimulation on the other side was intensified, so it wasn't surprising that her body was reacting this way.

This is also the reason why there is a two-letter game, which is essentially a behavior that takes advantage of synesthesia and blurs the boundaries of sensations, and constantly strengthens this process. This is also the fundamental reason why some people, after systematic training, even feel pleasure when being beaten.

How could a pure-hearted wife like Mrs. Alice know or have ever seen such a method? Therefore, Alice had no idea that her cognition and XP were being subtly changed.

"Mr. Caster... Sir, stop... stop..." She managed to speak, her voice weak and feeble. As soon as she finished speaking, Irisviel regretted it. She didn't know why she had made such a request. It was clearly only to purify the resentment, to bring freedom to those who had died. She had even withstood the lashing just now.

But at this moment, she couldn't deceive herself, a strong fear surged in her heart. She was afraid of this feeling, afraid that she would be swallowed by desire and tyranny, afraid that she would become the person she hated the most.

Yes... this experience was familiar to her, as if she had experienced something similar in a previous nightmare. Her body shamelessly reacted to the stranger. She could endure the pain, but she could not endure her own lowliness and betrayal of her lover.

Chapter 129: Continuing the Mistake (Part 1)

After Irisviel's call, the "out-of-control" Wang Chong unexpectedly paused. This certainly gave Irisviel a breath of relief, but she felt a pang of discomfort. On the one hand, it was because her intervention had forced the other party to awaken their will and endure the malice and torture. She had clearly told the other party to be prepared, yet now she couldn't even endure this level of humiliation.

Of course, Irisviel didn't dare dwell on the other side of the story... After all, it stemmed from the discomfort and anxiety of having her physical desire ignited but abruptly stopped. She didn't want to admit it.

"This is so... so... rude." Wang Chong had actually regained consciousness, his eyes brimming with madness before a hint of clarity. He tried to push himself up and move away from Irisviel's completely exposed body, but it was as if his body was no longer under his control, making it incredibly difficult to leave. He lost his balance and fell facefirst onto Irisviel's snow-capped peaks, earning a soft moan from his wife.

"Sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry. Let me... let out some of my malice." Wang Chong covered his head and, seemingly reluctantly, vigorously rubbed her snow-capped peaks. His rough technique caused Irisviel to moan again. Pain, mixed with a slightly strange stimulation, washed over her body again, giving her goosebumps. Her initially painful moans began to become ambiguous and unbearable.

As the strange feeling that Irisviel was afraid of came over her, she subconsciously wanted to stop again, but when she saw Wang Chong lying on top of her, enduring the pain, she bit his red lips with his white teeth without making a sound.

"It was me who asked Mr. Caster to do it. I can't let him endure this kind of pain any longer. And... if it's really me who can't bear it... this may be the greatest punishment for me." Thinking of this, Irisviel suppressed her fear and focused her will on the punishment itself.

Wang Chong lay on Irisviel's delicate, snow-white body. His hands vigorously rubbed her snow-white peaks, causing them to change shape in his palms. Irisviel couldn't help but moan. She felt her sensitive, red nipples being gently flicked by Wang Chong's fingertips again, and a tingling sensation immediately swept through her body. Her cheeks flushed, and her heartbeat involuntarily quickened.