The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

"Those three sisters are fine. They came out before me, so I accepted them. Even though they sang every night, I tolerated it. Especially just now, when you asked that question, you subconsciously thought that it was them three again tonight, right?" Black Joan of Arc said angrily.

“Hmm…” For a moment, Wang Chong really couldn’t refute it. Black Jeanne d’Arc had indeed hit the nail on the head.

"See, I was right. You're a playboy. You were just like that back in Chaldea, with a bunch of female servants following you around. I thought I could at least seize the initiative this time, and at most lose to those guys who came out before me. But what happened?" Black Jeanne said, gritting her teeth. "Did you really think I knew nothing today? Those three guys had your scent on them, and you had that scent on you when you came back! I said I was only checking out the castle, so why didn't you come back for so long? So you did that kind of thing."

"Uh... well, that was an accident." Wang Chong was quite surprised by what happened with Mordred and the other two. He hadn't expected the relationship to progress so quickly.

"I don't care about any accidents... I've already been overtaken by those who came later... Now you've summoned that woman again. I don't want to... I don't want to lose to that woman either." Black Jeanne said, sobbing uncontrollably. "I've been waiting for so long... and I'm still like a fool, waiting for your dinner. Liar..."

"Black Jeanne..." Listening to Black Jeanne's sobs and recalling the bowl of hot noodles Black Jeanne had served him that evening, Wang Chong felt a surge of pity for her. He knew he had to give Black Jeanne a proper explanation today.

Wang Chong held Black Jeanne's head with his right hand and leaned down.

"Ouch!" Black Jeanne suddenly opened her eyes in surprise and pounded Wang Chong's shoulders with both hands, appearing displeased with him. But a closer look revealed that her hands had suddenly weakened as they struck her shoulders. Wang Chong, however, held Black Jeanne tighter in his arms, doting on this lovely woman. As time went on, Black Jeanne's hands grew weaker, and she threatened to collapse against Wang Chong.

After a long moment, their lips parted, a thread connecting their resonant heartbeats. Jeanne d'Arc's hazy gaze shifted to the left, her delicate red cheeks like a few vibrant red flowers smeared on white silk. She whispered, "What do you mean by this... pity me?"

"I like you, Black Jeanne," Wang Chong whispered. Hearing these words, Black Jeanne's delicate body trembled slightly, and her head tilted even further, as if she couldn't meet Wang Chong's gaze. These were the words Black Jeanne had been waiting for, but now she was shrinking back, like an ostrich.

"Liar... liar." Although Black Jeanne d'Arc said the same words, her tone no longer had the intense emotion as before, and was only as sweet as cotton candy.

"I will take responsibility for you, Black Jeanne." As he said that, Wang Chong held Black Jeanne's back with one hand, and with the other hand, he passed through her thighs, picked up Princess Black Jeanne, and moved her to the bed.

"Ah!" Black Jeanne was about to stand up, but unexpectedly Wang Chong had already sat on Black Jeanne, with his hands on Black Jeanne's face, and the two of them were looking at each other face to face.

"Then, Miss Black Jeanne, are you willing to give me this chance?" Wang Chong looked into Black Jeanne's golden eyes and said softly.

"Whatever...whatever you want. You're a big liar anyway..." Facing Wang Chong's somewhat strong gaze, Black Jeanne looked away.

"Hmm." Wang Chong responded, not knowing whether he was responding to the first sentence or the second one. He just leaned down and slowly approached Black Jeanne d'Arc, as if he was admiring this treasure for the last time, then pressed on her and kissed Black Jeanne d'Arc again.

"Uh... Mmm..." This time, Black Jeanne merely trembled a few times before she stopped resisting. Even more, the metal armor on her body gradually shrank. Wang Chong felt the hard breastplate pressing against his chest transform into two soft balls of dough, clinging to him. Black Jeanne slowly raised her hands, stretching them toward the ceiling as if grasping for something, but finally lowered them and wrapped her arms around Wang Chong's back, pulling him closer to her.

The kiss grew more intense, as if both wanted to give full vent to the passionate emotions burning in their hearts. It was fierce and fiery, like a sudden wildfire on a dry autumn night, blazing fiercely.

"Woo~"

Their lips parted, a silver thread cascading down from their lips, creating a perfect arc. After several minutes of passionate kissing, Jeanne finally found a moment to breathe. Her breathing was rapid and heavy, her face flushed. The gaze in her golden eyes seemed to melt, revealing boundless love and shame. It seemed that the anger and resentment she had felt earlier had been melted by the wildfire into boundless shyness and deep love.

"How is it, Miss Black Jeanne, are you satisfied?"

Wang Chong asked with a smile, and at the same time, his fingers began to wander restlessly on the smooth and delicate skin of Black Jeanne, causing her whole body to tremble slightly.

"Humph~"

Black Jeanne snorted lightly, seemingly not wanting to answer the question, but her expression betrayed her true thoughts.

Wang Chong looked down at the beauty beneath him, the desire in his heart growing stronger and stronger. He couldn't help but kiss Joan of Arc's snow-white neck with his lips, while his hands began to wander back and forth on her curvy body.

"Hmm...ha..."

Black Jeanne couldn't help but gasp, and her body began to twist slightly, as if responding to Wang Chong's movements.

"How are you? Are you comfortable?"

Wang Chong asked softly in Black Jeanne's ear while caressing her sensitive body.

"Uh-huh……"

Black Jeanne nodded shyly, her voice as soft as a mosquito's. Seeing this, Wang Chong smiled with satisfaction and began to move his fingers downward, gently kneading her plump breasts.

"what!"

Black Jeanne cried out in surprise, then covered her mouth again, as if afraid of being overheard by the other Servants. Wang Chong's technique was gentle, but every touch sent a tingling sensation through her, as if an electric current was coursing through her body. As Wang Chong's movements deepened, Black Jeanne finally couldn't help but cry out.

"No... not there..."

After all, this was her first time experiencing these things. At this moment, Black Jeanne's voice was filled with patience, yet also full of temptation. After hearing this, Wang Chong not only did not stop, but instead sped up.

"It doesn't matter, leave it to me."

Wang Chong said this as he leaned over and kissed Hei Zhen's lips again. Their tongues tangled together, exchanging saliva. Meanwhile, Wang Chong's hands were not idle either, constantly teasing Hei Zhen's sensitive spots.

Gradually, Joan of Arc began to lose her rationality and gradually immersed herself in this happy joy.

Chapter 189: Black Jeanne is so sweet

Ten minutes ago, Wang Chong's house

At this moment, Wang Chong's clone was discussing the terms of the contract with Jeanne, Irisviel, and Altria. After going through a series of selection criteria, they had finally finalized it. Meanwhile, Wang Chong's original body was telling Illya a story, his main focus focused on the clone, controlling the discussion.

"That way, at least we can guarantee those people will be able to help tomorrow night." After carefully reading the contents, Jeanne said seriously, "However, the real reason lies with the person in charge of this Holy Grail War. He didn't notice the anomaly of the Holy Grail and started the Holy Grail War prematurely, which is one thing. But he still can't distinguish the importance of the matter and still wants to be the biggest beneficiary and obtain the Holy Grail directly. No wonder Wang Chongjun has been preventing me from revealing my identity easily. Otherwise, I wouldn't have seen through these people's faces and would have been held back without even realizing it."

"No, to put it bluntly, this is just that our starting points for judging people are inconsistent. I am used to doubting others, while Joan of Arc is more willing to believe in others, give them trust and equal care. You just happened not to meet the right person, which does not mean that you did anything wrong." Wang Chong said.

"That's right, that's why I'm happy to meet Mr. Wang Chong." Joan of Arc said with a gentle smile.

"Don't praise me so much. I am also a Master. I am not as good as you think. Everything I do is also to strive for victory for myself. It's just that I am not as short-sighted as Tokiomi. Maybe one day you will find out that I am actually a very bad person." Wang Chong spread his hands and said.

"Haha, we'll talk about it later," Jeanne said with a smile, noncommittal. It seemed Jeanne didn't take his outspoken words seriously. But it was true that Wang Chong had already boosted Jeanne's favorability to 70 points, and she already trusted Wang Chong quite a bit. Not to mention that Wang Chong had previously used his power beyond the heavens to deflect Jeanne's influence in his favor.

As Altria watched Wang Chong and Jeanne interact, she couldn't help but sigh, "What a wonderful relationship they have... Ellie?"

Because the contents of the contract had been discussed, Irisviel, who was now free, had a look of confusion and worry in her eyes. Artoria noticed the change in Irisviel's expression and asked.

"I'm fine... Saber. I just can't see how to proceed." Irisviel sighed and said, "My family has been destroyed, and my mission has become meaningless. Emiya Kiritsugu betrayed us and is on a path of no return. My only hope now is Illya. But I can't even be completely sure whether Illya is alive or dead."

"Don't worry, Illya must have been taken to the castle by Emiya Kiritsugu." This was all Artoria could say.

"Well, I want to believe it too... Otherwise, otherwise. I really can't find the motivation to continue living." Irisviel covered her face with her hands, looking haggard. Even Wang Chong and Jeanne d'Arc came over to comfort her before Irisviel calmed down again.

"Thank you... After we find Illya, I think I can only ask you, Mr. Wang Chong, to take care of her." Irisviel said.

Hearing this, the three people present were all stunned. Artoria was the first to react and asked hurriedly: "Irisviel, why are you doing this? Could it be that you want to be with Emiya Kiritsugu tomorrow night..."

"No, it's not what you think, Saber. It's not for that reason." Irisviel shook her head, interrupting Altria and continuing, "Saber, it's not that I don't want to live. Have you forgotten the purpose for which I was created?"

After Irisviel's reminder, Altria suddenly realized it. For a moment, she showed a bitter expression and murmured, "Why is it like this..."

"What's going on? Stop playing dumb." Although Wang Chong asked this, he knew the truth long ago as he knew the plot. He asked this question just to maintain his image.

"Mr. Wang Chong, you should know the basic operating principles of the Holy Grail War. In addition to the initial summoning of Heroic Spirits, the seven chosen ones will fight. Later, it is mentioned that as the battle progresses and the Servants fall, the Greater Holy Grail buried deep in the Fuyuki earth veins will eventually gather into the Lesser Holy Grail through the power of the spirit veins. Manipulating the power of the Greater Holy Grail and making wishes are actually done through the Lesser Holy Grail." Irisviel said.

"And the Einzbern family is responsible for the Little Holy Grail. The Little Holy Grail needs a carrier to manifest, and I am the chosen one." Irisviel said frankly.

……

Back in the present, Wang Chong's mind flashed back to the memories he had received from his clone. He recalled these memories primarily to calm his overheated mind.

After all, the already-naked beauty beneath him had been tortured by his skilled teasing techniques until she was almost tearful. He had never expected that the usually arrogant Black Jeanne d'Arc would reveal such a vulnerable side. This made Wang Chong feel even more compassionate towards her, and his touch became less intense, instead using a more gentle method to caress the sensitive spots all over Black Jeanne d'Arc's body.

"Hmm..." The gentle rhythm also made Black Jeanne's moans, which had been intense and uncomfortable, gradually calm down. Her somewhat stiff body began to soften, and her golden eyes were half-open, with a hazy look in them. She leaned limply on the bed, allowing him to manipulate her body.

Wang Chong's fingers traced up Black Jeanne's slender waist, finally resting on the two soft lumps on her breasts. He didn't rush to rub them, but instead gently caressed the two pink buds with his fingertips. Soon, they stood erect, trembling slightly in the air.

"How does it feel?" Wang Chong leaned over to Black Jeanne's ear and whispered. His warm breath sprayed on her ear, causing the girl to shudder again.

"Don't... don't ask me such questions. Humph~" Black Jeanne said shyly, biting her lower lip. However, her cheeks were already stained with a layer of crimson, making her look particularly attractive, and her shy moan made my heart itch.

Wang Chong smiled and continued to move his fingers down to Black Jeanne's flat belly. He could feel the girl's high body temperature, even her skin was tinged with a faint pink. This change gave him a strong sense of accomplishment - it seemed his teasing skills were indeed quite good.

"Do you want it?" Wang Chong asked deliberately, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"No... I don't want to..." Although Jeanne Black said this, her body's reaction completely betrayed her. Her legs clamped together involuntarily, as if she was trying hard to suppress some impulse.

Seeing this, Wang Chong decided not to continue teasing. He leaned over and whispered in Hei Zhende's ear, "Then let me help you." With that, his hand slid down Hei Zhende's inner thigh, quickly finding the girl's most private area. It was already muddy and emitting an alluring scent.

"Wait... wait!" Black Jeanne panicked, trying to stop him, but it was too late. Wang Chong's fingers nimbly explored her body, each touch causing a tingling sensation. Black Jeanne felt powerless, and could only let him do whatever he wanted.

"Relax, leave it to me." Wang Chong comforted him while speeding up his fingers.

"Mmm..." Black Jeanne could no longer contain herself, letting out a sweet moan. Her body twisted uncontrollably, as if she wanted to escape, yet couldn't bear to leave. Wang Chong leaned down and took the red cherry on the girl's breast in his mouth, his tongue nimbly licking the small nipple on the top. Wang Chong's fingers darted through Black Jeanne's valley like fish, each touch and digging triggering a tremor within her. The girl's body was as delicate and sensitive as a bud in early spring, gradually blooming under his teasing. Black Jeanne's breathing became increasingly rapid, and a heady blush appeared on her face, as delicious and tempting as a ripe crystal grape.

"Hmm... no..." Black Jeanne's voice was barely audible, yet it carried an unconcealed agitation. She squeezed her legs together in vain, but instead, she clamped Wang Chong's hand tightly against her most private part. The warm touch, transmitted through their skin, made both their hearts beat faster.

Wang Chong paused, raised his head, and gazed into the misty golden eyes of Black Jeanne. The moment their eyes met, an invisible current seemed to flow between them. The shyness and anticipation on the girl's face intertwined, forming a beautiful picture.

"Don't be afraid. I will love you well," Wang Chong whispered softly, his palm gently kneading the plump buttocks of Hei Zhen Arc. Hei Zhen Arc glared at him coquettishly, but couldn't help but turn her head away under his intense gaze. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, covering the bedsheets around her. The messy front hair covered half of her face, adding a touch of hazy beauty.

Wang Chong slowly sat up, removed his outer pants, and pressed himself against Jeanne's smooth body. The heat between them seemed to reach its peak at this moment, their mutual desire scorching their sanity.

"Are you ready?" Wang Chong raised his head, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Black Jeanne looked at him in confusion, still recovering from the excitement she had just experienced. When she realized what was about to happen, her expression immediately turned into a mixture of fear and anticipation.

"Really... do you want to go in?" she stammered, her voice so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Wang Chong nodded, leaned over and gently kissed Black Jeanne's cheek.

"Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle." He pressed his already erect desire against the wet entrance of Jeanne d'Arc's flower path. The large head gently rubbed the tiny hole, preparing for the next invasion.

Jeanne d'Arc nervously grasped the bed sheet, digging her nails into it. She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling.

So what was the result...?

Chapter 190: Black Jeanne d’Arc is so irresistible

Time goes back to a few minutes ago

After hearing Irisviel's words, everyone present fell silent. All three of them knew the meaning of the words "the Lesser Holy Grail's carrier." Without a doubt, when the Lesser Holy Grail began to manifest, Irisviel's life would be completely extinguished.

"Is there no other way?" Joan of Arc asked.

"At least, as far as I know, there isn't one... This is the duty I was given at birth. I can connect to Fuyuki's spiritual veins and sense the influx of magical energy. Therefore, I am destined to gradually move towards the Lesser Holy Grail after the death of my Servant. If there is a solution, it is probably in the hands of the head of the family. But now the head of the family has already... This is why I want to entrust the child to Mr. Wang Chong." Irisviel looked at Wang Chong, a hint of imperceptible tenderness flashing in her eyes, and continued:

"Whether it's Saber or Miss Jeanne, they are servants after all, and they will eventually leave. The only Master I know well and trust is you, Mr. Wang Chong. So, if Illya is rescued, I'll leave her in your care."

"How could I possibly deserve such trust from the madam? Moreover, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to successfully survive this Holy Grail War. After all, the Servants and I are one. If they want to eliminate me, they are destined to kill me. Therefore, unless I win the Holy Grail War, I will not be able to escape unscathed. On the contrary, Joan of Arc may not be able to do so. She is also possessed by a young girl. The Miss Leticia we are talking about is a real person, but she rarely comes online and speaks during this period of possession. As the referee of the Holy Grail War, no one can really hurt Joan of Arc. After the Holy Grail War is over, Miss Leticia may be able to escape unscathed." Wang Chong said.

"Mr. Wang Chong... I'm just a high school student. You're really pushing me too far..." A faint voice came out of Jeanne's mouth. Her originally gentle expression began to become full of vigor and vitality. Wang Chong could tell at a glance that this was Leticia's top account.

"Besides, didn't Lady Jeanne d'Arc say that she would protect your life and strip away your Servant power once she was sure you were about to be eliminated? Then you would be protected and wouldn't have to worry about the dangers of the Holy Grail War," said Leticia.

"Joan of Arc, is this... is this Miss Leticia?" Artoria also noticed that Joan of Arc's tone was abnormal, and quickly connected it with what Wang Chong had just said, and said.

"Hmm." Wang Chong nodded, then sighed and said, "Let's put it this way. Whether it's the Greater or Lesser Holy Grail, they're essentially derivatives of magical techniques. I possess Caster's power and knowledge. Perhaps I can analyze your body's condition and find a way to keep you alive, ma'am?"

"Yes, the Servant possessed by Mr. Wang Chong is of Caster level after all. There is a way to stop him. Ellie, why not give it a try?" Artoria also hurriedly advised.

"Well... okay." After a moment's hesitation, Irisviel finally nodded. After all, if she could live and watch Illya grow, why wouldn't she want to live? So, Irisviel held out her hand for Wang Chong to take, and Wang Chong began to pretend to sense the changes within Irisviel.

……

"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly not moving?"

Just when Black Jeanne thought she was about to face the pain of losing her virginity, Wang Chong suddenly stopped. Since there was no response, Black Jeanne looked at Wang Chong and found that he seemed to be thinking about something.

The girl's questioning voice jolted Wang Chong from his memories into reality. Wang Chong had once again used his memories to calm his mind, suppressing the sudden and violent surge of desire. He knew this was his first experience with his most special Servant, and he desperately wanted this sweet-smelling girl to be as happy as possible. Thus, Wang Chong, regaining his composure, cupped the girl's face and gazed deeply into her golden eyes.

"Tell me, are you willing to give yourself to me? Black Jeanne." His voice was low and magnetic, and every word seemed to hit Black Jeanne's heart directly.

Black Jeanne was stunned. She had never considered this question, or rather, she had never faced it head-on. In that moment, memories flooded back like a tide: the disdain and hostility she had felt when she first met Wang Chong (FGO Chapter 1: The Evil Dragon's Hundred Years' War), the stirring of affection she had felt when they first met and signed their first contract (FGO Event: Da Vinci and the Seven Fake Heroic Spirits), the gradual affection she had developed over their subsequent interactions (Christmas arc, 1.5 Shinjuku arc, swimsuit event arc, etc.), and the deep desire for this feeling she had always refused to acknowledge openly...

Tears filled her eyes unconsciously. This time, Black Jeanne did not deny it like before. She nodded vigorously like a child who had found a treasure, her voice choked with sobs: "I do... I always do..."

A flicker of surprise flashed across Wang Chong's eyes, then gave way to tenderness. He lowered his head and kissed Black Jeanne's red lips once again. The sound of their long, passionate kiss echoed throughout the room. Their tongues tangled together, exchanging each other's saliva.

At that moment, Wang Chong supported his massive penis and gradually pushed it into the narrow passage. When it hit a barrier, Wang Chong knew this was the crucial moment. He used both hands to caress Jeanne's delicate body, bringing her to her most supple state. His passionate kiss distracted her. Feeling a surge of heat begin to wash over his desire, Wang Chong knew the moment had arrived.

At that moment, Wang Chong thrust his hips forward, his massive load plunging completely into Black Jeanne's body. "Ouch..." Black Jeanne groaned. Despite all the foreplay and attention, her body still twitched in response. The initial pain caused Black Jeanne, who could even endure a sword wound, to frown, yet she still felt a strange sense of happiness and satisfaction.

Wang Chong paused, waiting for Black Jeanne to adjust. He released his lips, gently caressed the girl's face, and soothed her softly, "It's okay now, sweetheart, relax a little."

Black Jeanne tried to regulate her breathing, trying to relieve the pain in her lower body. As time went on, the stinging sensation gradually subsided, replaced by a strange feeling of fullness.

"It seems... it doesn't hurt that much." Black Jeanne said shyly, with a hint of relief in her voice.

Hearing this, Wang Chong began to thrust slowly. Each in-and-out thrust brought a subtle pleasure, stimulating both of their nerves like an electric current. Black Jeanne bit her lower lip, trying to suppress a moan. But as Wang Chong's movements became more fluid, her body began to honestly respond to his thrusts.

"Hmm...ah..." Black Jeanne finally couldn't hold it back, and intermittent moans escaped from her lips. Her voice was so charming and alluring that it made Wang Chong's blood boil. Wang Chong increased the speed of his thrusts, each one reaching the very end. He could clearly feel the tightness and warmth of Black Jeanne's inner walls, and each friction brought him extreme pleasure.

"Do you like it?" Wang Chong asked while moving rhythmically.